Description Bill’s hot adventures with his irresistible sex-god of a roommate, Andy Wang.
|Updated||10 Aug 2019|
I arrived at college to start my freshman year. I checked in late, got my room assignment and hustled over to the dorm to move in. The place was a beehive of activity with students arriving or returning from summer break.
When I got to my room, I saw that my roommate had staked out one side, stowed his stuff and gone out again. After settling in on the other side, I took the time to look over my roomie's stuff. On registration, they gave me his name, Andrew Wang, undoubtedly Chinese-American, but his desk and bulletin board didn't say much about him, just a computer displaying a Flying Windows screen saver. Must be an Asian nerd, I thought. Just then the door opened and I found out how wrong I had been.
The man who entered our room was Asian all right, but huge. He was several inches taller than my six feet and, even in his loose fitting sweat suit, wet from a strenuous workout, you could tell he was massively muscular.
“Hi, you must be Bill Foster. I'm your roommate, Andy Wang,” said the golden skinned Adonis offering his hand.
I was staring so intently that it took me a few seconds to reach out my hand and weakly reply, “Hi.” His hand engulfed mine in a grip that conveyed all the strength held restrained behind it, while being firm, not painful. I gazed into his deep black eyes as he looked back at me.
I thought of myself as something of a stud. Blond, six foot, 180 pounds and a muscular build, I was a star athlete in swimming at high school and could bench press over twice my body weight. I was also gay. Now I was living with a guy I never even dreamed could exist, who could take me apart easily.
He released my hand and I stumbled back and sat on my bed, too stunned to continue the conversation. Andy just stripped off his top, revealing his tremendous development. His chest was close to 60 inches, with biceps at least 26 inches, plate-like pecs and flaring lats that tapered down to a 30 inch waist with six clearly separated ab muscles that maintained their definition even when relaxed. He hit a few quick poses, displaying each of his muscles which bulged under his glowing golden skin, glistening with his sweat, and containing not an ounce of fat. He was obviously enjoying giving me a show.
“You should be a competitive bodybuilder. Mr. Olympia has nothing on you,” I offered, getting up my courage to speak.
“I could; but, there's a problem. I can't find posing trunks that fit me,” he replied.
“Don't joke. You're fantastic. How much of a problem can it be?”
“It's no joke,” he said, undoing the drawstring and starting to remove his sweat pants.
About to speak, I stopped. Between his huge thighs, each of which swelled with muscles thicker than his waist, was the flaccid shaft of his dick. It was as thick as my wrist and, as he slowly lowered his pants, it showed no sign of its head. Finally, near his knees the tip appeared, covered by its foreskin. He stepped out of the pants and stood upright in front of me, his 15 inch soft penis swinging slowly between the trunks of his legs.
With one hand he brought his shaft up to horizontal while the other gripped my wrist and guided my hand to hold it near the end. It responded to my touch, stiffening and lengthening, the pink head pushing out of the foreskin and stretching toward my mouth.
“Now do you understand?” he asked.
I nodded as he held my head in his hands, slowly but irresistibly moving me closer to his prick. I cleaned the head with my tongue, tasting the salty sweat from his workout. It was delicious. I opened my mouth and accepted the first few inches, cleaning each new inch with my lips and tongue. It stretches, impossibly long, over 20 inches, from my lips to his silky black pubic hair, the only fur on his body below his head. Beneath the shaft are a pair of orange sized balls that promise a massive load of cum.
There's no way I can handle all of this monster, I think, but I'm going to give my new roommate my most enthusiastic efforts. I go at his shaft stroking with both hands while attempting to suck as much as possible into my fully stretched mouth. There's still enough dick left for three normal men when, all too soon, the head presses against the back of my mouth.
Andy takes over. His hands move my head stroking my mouth along the end of his dick until the head pounds my throat.
“Try and relax your throat. Try to swallow,” he urges.
I had my share of sex in high school, but never imagined taking a dick half as big as this. My own 9-1/2 inches was the biggest I had seen. As Andy continued stroking, I tried to obey. Finally, I got it right and swallowed the head like it was the world's biggest aspirin. Half a foot of the shaft followed it down my throat. After a moment of panic, I found I could still breathe around the pole of flesh filling my face. I gave Andy a big OK sign with my hand as a gleam of triumph showed in my eyes.
But, Andy wasn't satisfied with halfway, he continued stroking. He'd pull a little out, keeping the head firmly down my throat, then plunge in, getting a little deeper each time. I could feel him pushing past my throat into my chest as I watched more and more of the shaft disappear into my straining mouth.
I dropped my hands to free my own throbbing member, which sprang to attention against my abs as soon as I loosened my pants.
Finally, I reached the base and my nose pressed into his patch of fine fur. I inhaled the fragrance of my new roommate, my lover. He embraced my head against his groin for a long minute as the shaft of his dick impaled me down my throat, through my chest and into my abdomen.
Then he resumed his stroking. He picked up the pace, his strokes more urgent, building to a climax. I caressed his balls with one hand while I reached between his mighty thighs to explore his ass. I found his hole nestled inside glutes as firm as marble. I stroked it lightly and felt him shudder, his dick bucking once inside my body. I inserted a finger.
The reaction was instantaneous. His ass hole clamped down on my invading finger, gripping it almost painfully as his muscular ass squeezed my hand. He gripped me tightly to his body, plunging his sword in to the hilt. I felt his balls pull tight to the base of his shaft as it began to throb. I could feel his first spurt as it shot down his dick to be delivered directly to my stomach. It was followed by another and another as my whole body seemed to pound in sympathy with his eruption.
My own dick exploded, coating his balls and quadriceps with my biggest, most powerful load ever. It was a trickle compared to what he was unleashing.
After almost a minute, he starts to withdraw, pushing my head away from his body as, inch after inch, his dick retreats from my mouth. He is still cumming. When he leaves my throat, his next shots flood my mouth. I taste his essence. It is salty, like his sweat, but with a tangy taste too. I like it.
He pulls the head from my mouth and his dick snaps upright against his trunk, the head reaching up to just below his pecs. The next couple of shots arc high in the air and come down coating my hair. He then points his dick at me as his last streams coat my face and shirt. As his orgasm finally subsides, I lick the last drops off the head of his softening dick.
Andy sits down next to me on my bed, wraps his arms around my chest and hugs me to him for an after sex kiss. His tongue plunges into my mouth tasting the residue of the load he pumped into me as his face is smeared with the cum on my face.
When we break our kiss, I lick his face clean. “I like your taste,” I say.
Andy wipes some of my cum from his thighs and takes a taste. “You taste pretty good yourself. I think I'm going to enjoy you as my roommate.”
“You can enjoy me any time you want,” I respond.
“I'll take you up on that for sure. You have a nice body. Let's have a look,” he says as he turns me around strips off my already lowered pants and sets me on his thighs, my legs splayed widely over his huge tree trunks. His soft shaft extends between my ass, under my balls and well beyond the front of my body as my own soft member rests along a small portion of its length.
He removes my cum stained shirt and tosses it aside. He rubs my abs which I flex to allow him to feel their definition. They're nothing like his, but I'm in good shape with no fat. “Not bad,” he mutters, moving on to my pecs. He rubs them, feeling their firmness and tweaks the tits which instantly harden into tight points. The attention awakens my dick which starts to lengthen along his still sleeping member.
“Flex your biceps,” he requests. I throw a double biceps pose while sitting on his lap. He feels my lats and arms which bulge to shapely 17 inch peaks. He flexes his own mighty arms which dwarf my own. Then he grips my fists in his own hands and extends his arms. I am helpless to resist his movements. My strength is negligible compared to his.
He sweeps me up in his arms, cuddling me like a baby. I feel safe and secure in his embrace. He sucks my sensitive tits which send shudders of pleasure through my body and further rouses my dick which is soon pointing straight out from my body. It draws his attention as he curls me up to his face and inhales my dick to the root in one motion. His ministrations have me moaning in pleasure. When he snakes first one, then two strong fingers up my ass, I unleash my second load of the day.
When I soften, he pulls me from his mouth and says, “Tastes even better fresh,” and kisses me deeply offering a sample. “I think we're ready for the main event,” he states laying me on my back on the bed. When he stands, I see that his dick is again fully hard, standing perpendicular to his body, its flaring head unsheathed and bright red. A drop of precum, the scout for legions to follow, glistens in the hole.
“I'll try, but I don't think I could take all that. Please be careful, you could hurt me,” I said, excited by the prospect of being fucked the hottest man I never dreamed of, but, still worried about what he could do to me.
“Don't worry, I'm an expert at working all my muscles,” laughed Andy. “You'll love it. I guarantee.”
With that he climbed on the bed and lifted my legs, bending my thighs back to my chest, raising and exposing my ass. He attacked my butt with his mouth, licking the crack with his tongue. The tip finds the target and massages and lubes the entrance. He pushes the tip inside, moving it around to loosen me up. Waves of pleasure wash over me and my penis hardens again, stretching out against my abs.
He pushes his tongue in further, and further, and further. How big is it? It expands and penetrates me like the biggest dick I ever had. But, it's much more active, darting in, out, up, down, swirling around, massaging and probing my guts. I'm in heaven, moaning in pleasure and squirming in his grasp, my butt contracting rhythmically around his invading tongue. When he massages my prostate, I emit a squeal of delight and unload my third massive load of cum which blasts in white streaks across my chest.
Exhausted, I rest limply on the bed as he withdraws. Andy props my legs on his shoulders and smiles down at me from between them, his perfect white teeth contrasting with the dark skin of his face. “I think you're ready,” he observes as he wipes up my jizz, using it to lubricate his shaft.
Grasping my hips, he pulls me to him until the tip of his dick touches my hole. He lets it rest there with gentle pressure. My ass lips spasm against the intruder. At each one, a little more creeps inside, expanding the opening. I wanted that dick inside me. I needed it inside me. I tried to push down on it, but his grip held me still. “Please, Andy, shove it in,” I begged. He gave me another smile, but ignored my plea. My own dick was again stiff. It throbbed in time with the contractions of my ass muscles.
After minutes of erotic agony, the head popped inside. A forceful shove of his hips slides another half foot in until the head rubs my prostate. Short, quick movements drive the head back and forth across my most sensitive spot. It makes me wild. I gasp in pleasure at each stroke. I arch my back as orgasm overtakes me again. The first blast of cum sails over my head. The second, third, fourth, fifth and sixth lay lines of white from my face to my abs. I collapse back to the bed exhausted by pleasure.
However, Andy is not done with me. He used my frenzy to slide in over half way until his shaft is stopped by a bend in my gut. The pressure inside me, where no man has gone before, brings me back to reality. He leans forward, bending me double, sucks each tit till it hardens to a point, then licks the cum from my chest, neck and face. He kisses me strongly, sharing my cum. While I'm distracted he pushes past the obstruction as his shaft flexes smoothly to conform with my anatomy.
Feeling him moving steadily inward, I stare, eyes wide, at his face just above me. He breaks our kiss and leans back again. From the look on his face I can tell he is starting to focus on the sensations radiating from his deeply embedded dick. With a last lunge his balls slap against my ass. He's in. I didn't think it possible. I can see a bulge under my abs along the path in my gut that must be filled by his tremendous sex tool.
After pausing a minute to let me adjust, Andy leans forward, again bending me double and places his hands beside my shoulders. I grab his mighty arms as he undulates his hips to force his shaft through my body. Each stroke is over a foot long. Incredible sensations pour through me as he massages my insides. Sweat pours off Andy from his exertions, dripping from his nose, the points of his pecs and the mounds of his abs.
Minutes pass of this incredible fuck. I'm delirious. With a final shove Andy buries himself to his balls and unloads. A pulsing begins deep within me. It spreads throughout my body, dominating my sensations. My dick takes up the rhythm. An eruption occurs in my guts as cum blasts from Andy's gun. Each shot strikes me like a physical blow. I shoot off in sympathy. It goes on and on, one minute, two, before the pounding slowly fades away.
Andy pushes my legs off the sides of his shoulders and I slide them down to wrap around his narrow waist. With his dick still buried, he rests his body over mine, his torso splashes in my cum as his weight presses me into the mattress. I hug him, gripping the backs of his widely flaring lats. We rest, our heads side by side. After many minutes, when my breathing returns to normal, I whisper into his ear, “Thank you.”
“Don't thank me yet,” he answers. With that he rears back onto his knees, holding me against his chest with one arm, my legs still around his waist. As I settle in his lap, a flex of his dick reminds me he is still inside me and still hard. Gripping my lats he slides me up and down along his shaft as my member, stimulated by the motion across the hills of his abdominal muscles, rapidly stiffens.
Again sensations wash over me, pleasure flows through my body. He picks up the pace. My brain is overwhelmed. When orgasm begins, it feels far away as I drift in ecstasy above my spasming body. The room spins.
I awaken on my back on the bed. I open my eyes to see Andy kneeling above my chest, smiling. The last few inches of his now soft dick are resting on my pecs glistening with his cum and my ass juice. The drying residue of my balls coats the fronts of both our bodies.
“How was that?” he asks.
In answer I grab his shaft and kiss the tip. Then I lovingly clean it, clear up to his balls, letting the tangy taste remind me of where it was, what it did, and the pleasure it brought. “Thank you, again,” I say, staring up into his eyes.
“How did you develop such an incredible build? You must spend hours in the gym?” I asked in awe.
Andy gave me his beautiful smile and laughed. “Actually the only time I go to the gym is to find new hot guys to fuck. I'm really not sure how I got this bod; it's a bit of a story.” He reclined on his side next to me with his chest propped up by one arm. His resting sex tool flopped across my hips and on top of my own, much smaller, member.
“It was summer, two years ago,” he continued. “I had gone to the beach near home South of San Francisco just after dawn to get in a little surfing before I went to my summer job. The waves were the biggest I'd seen all year. The beach was deserted in the early morning. At that time I was 5’4”, 110 pounds with a slim athletic build from my surfing and skate boarding.”
“With a wetsuit to protect me from the cold California water, I paddled out, eager to try some new moves in the big waves. I grabbed a ride and was doing great. The wave curled over me as it started to break and I rode the tube surrounded by water. Suddenly it collapsed around me and I was tossed off my board and swirled by the pounding surf.”
“I must have been knocked out, because when I opened my eyes again I was on a table with all sort of equipment around. The room was bathed in a bright white light. I could feel my wetsuit on my body and things pressing against me at various points, but I couldn't move or talk. There was no sound. Time passed but I couldn't tell how much. I must have gone to sleep or blacked out.”
“When I opened my eyes again I was being given mouth to mouth resuscitation by a hunky blond lifeguard. When he saw me awaken, he backed off and smiled at me. I just reached up with my arm and pulled him down for a kiss. My body was as huge as it is today. My wetsuit had split along all its seams, only a small portion around my waist was intact. But, at the time I didn't wonder about the changes. I had one thing on my mind, sex. My dick sprang erect as I rolled my rescuer on to his back in the sand. I pushed right up the leg of his loose fitting swim trunks and fucked him senseless on the empty public beach. It was my first sexual experience.”
“He called in sick and took me to his apartment. I made love to him all day and half the night until he fell into an exhausted sleep. Only then did I realize that I'd been changed. I knew, somehow, that it was part of an experiment, that I would never get sick, that nobody would resist my sexual desires and that I wouldn't get anyone pregnant unless I wanted. Besides the body, I now have a photographic memory which sure helps in school and gives me more time for sex.”
“Weird as it sounds, it seems to be true. I haven't been sick a day in two years, not even a zit. My body weight stays the same day after day. The more I eat, the more cum I produce. But, no sperm unless I consciously will it. One day, I'll let you feel what it's like to have superman's sperm wiggling in your guts.”
“And you never strike out?” I interjected. “Boys and girls?”
“Right, never,” Andy replied. “I became very popular in school after I explained that I had taken part in a growth experiment and was sworn to secrecy. The equipment room off the gym became my lair. One of my friends would keep watch for teachers while I had my fun. But, once, when the coach walked in on us, the problem was easily solved and I got to use the physical therapy room thereafter. When someone's parents would go out of town, we would hold round the clock sex parties. Sometimes, I'd do twenty or thirty kids a night until they all lay exhausted on the sheets we would spread out over the rugs.”
“And, yes, both boys and girls,” he added. “But, I really prefer guys, because girls can't take all this in their vagina.” As he spoke his dick hardened and lengthened. “And, if I want an ass, I'd rather have a tight muscular one like yours.”
Andy slid between my thighs and lifted my legs. With one stroke he pushed his monster in. Our previous sex had prepared and lubricated the passage. I was instantly back in ecstasy. I came almost immediately but stayed hard. He used long strokes, withdrawing until only the head remained inside, then plunging in until his balls hit my upturned ass. I could see his golden brown shaft spear my pale ass. As it reached deeper, my abs would bulge out from the pressure inside. I came again, releasing just a trickle of cum from my empty balls. After fifteen minutes of passion that left me drenched in sweat and moaning in pleasure, he unloaded deep inside me. As his fire hose quenched my burning guts, I came for a third time, shooting, from some reserve, a spurt of juice onto my chest. Andy pulled out, still unleashing solid streams of jizz. He coats me from head to balls in a blanket of white.
He stepped off my bed and stood beside me. The juices dripping from his dick forming a small pool between his feet. “I need a shower,” he announced. “Want to join me?”
“Go ahead. I'm not used to this. I need to rest a bit.” I sprawled limply on the bed.
Andy nodded and padded off to the small bath connected to our room. In a couple of minutes I heard the sound of water. I closed my eyes to try to get some sleep. There was a knock on the door. I looked up. Before I could say anything, the door opened and a student entered. He saw me and quickly shut the door behind him.
“You must be Bill, I'm Doug Moore, captain of the swimming team. I see you've already met Andy.”
“Uh, hi,” I mumbled. “How do you know Andy?”
“Oh, I stopped by earlier looking for you and we had a chance to get acquainted. I came back to see if you, and Andy, were in. I needed to see if you would come out for the swim team and to see if Andy would…well I'm sure you understand.”
“Well, I'd love to come out for the swim team, since I'm already out for you,” I answered.
Doug walked over to my bed and placed his hand on my chest, soaking it in the pooled cum still covering me. He placed three fingers in his mouth sucking off the juice. “Don't you love his taste?” I sampled some for myself and bobbed my head yes.
“You know, I hadn't had any sex with guys before this morning,” he admitted. “I didn't understand what the attraction was and I had all the girls I needed to satisfy me. But, when I saw Andy, I had to be with him. He took charge of me. I felt both helpless and secure in his arms and I never felt anything so pleasurable as him inside me.”
As Doug remembered, I could see the good sized bulge down the leg of his jeans lengthen.
“Say, while I'm waiting for Andy, do you mind if I do you? I want to feel what it's like to give instead of receive.”
Without waiting for my answer, he peeled off his shirt. I examined his body. He was a couple of years older than me, a couple of inches taller and, when he shucked his pants, I saw to my surprise, a couple of inches longer. He was in competitive shape and, like me, a natural blond. His skin, tanned after the summer, was almost as dark as Andy's. He climbed on the bed and lay on top of me, swirling his stiff tool along my abs to cover it with cum. I rolled out from under him, turned onto my front and pushed to my knees with my head on the pillow and ass pointed up for him. He got behind me and placed the tip at my entrance. He pushed in accompanied by a squishing sound as Andy's cum was forced out to make room. I hardly felt him going in, he was so small compared to what had been there. But, after a few strokes, concentrating on squeezing my ass muscles, I adjusted.
“Ah, that's it,” he purred. “You're much tighter than a girl. This is great.”
Doug was getting into a good rhythm. I reached back and stroked my own dick to life. Then Andy returned with a damp towel draped around his thick neck.
“Hi, Andy. I wanted to see you. I thought I'd get to know your roommate a bit better while I was waiting. I hope you don't mind.” Through this little speech Doug hadn't missed a beat.
“I don't mind if Bill doesn't,” replied Andy. “And, from the look of him, he doesn't. I'll join you.”
I felt the bed sag as Andy got on. Looking between my legs, I could see him take position behind Doug. When he was ready to make penetration, Andy pushed Doug against my ass, burying him in me to the hilt. Then he slid into Doug.
“Ah…Ahh…Ahhh. That…feels…so…fantastic,” cooed Doug. “I can't get enough of this.”
When he was in deep, Andy took charge, stroking Doug's ass with his full strength. Each inward stroke would slam into his ass with a loud smack and force Doug into my own ass. I was pounded flat onto the sheets after a few impacts. When Andy would pull out, Doug would try to rise, sliding part way out of me, only to be slammed b ack.
“I'm…I'm…cumming…,” Doug announced as he unloaded up my already flooded guts.
Andy didn't slack the pace and the continued stimulation, front and rear, kept Doug hard. He was moaning almost continuously. I don't know if he was even capable of coherent speech, so overcome with pleasure was he. At last, Andy gave a tremendous lunge, sandwiching Doug's body between us. I could feel him unloading, his prick bucking inside Doug's guts beat against my back. I shot my own load into the damp sheets as Doug added a new increment to my soggy intestines.
After a few minutes to let us recover, Andy stood up, holding Doug to his body and pulling his dick from my ass. I sat up on the bed, trying, not completely successfully, to hold all the love juice inside me. Andy slid out while still supporting a somewhat dazed Doug with one arm around his chest. Doug was also having some trouble closing his ass once Andy withdrew and soon his inner thighs were coated with the leakage.
“Everyone, shower, now,” Andy ordered. He half carried Doug into the bath while I followed.
The stall shower was built for one and would have been tight for Andy alone, but, we all squeezed in. I faced Andy's back and Doug faced his front. We shared the delightful chore of washing him. I took the opportunity to slide up Andy's ass as he spread his legs slightly to improve my access. I wasn't able to move much in the tight stall but his muscle control was so fantastic that he milked my shaft. Moans from in front of Andy told me what his pole was doing. I reached between Andy's legs to rub his shaft as it pushed between Doug's legs and through his stretched ass hole.
Andy began an short undulating motion of his hips which was all the confined space would allow. The heat from his ass seemed to spread through my body. The air felt warm in spite of the cooling spray of the shower. I reached under Andy's flaring lats to hold the firm mounds of his bulging pecs. My palms rubbed the eraser-like points of his tits which poked out from his smooth skin.
Unbelievably, Andy's dick lifted Doug off the floor. He wrapped his arms around Andy's thick neck to steady himself while his feet slipped around behind muscular calves that were as big as our upper legs. When Andy climaxed, the contractions of his ass in time with those of his dick brought me off. Meanwhile, some of Doug's cum arched over Andy's shoulders to spray me in white rain.
After a few minutes more to cool down and clean up again, we left the shower. Back in the main room, we dried ourselves. Doug got dressed. Andy made no move to put on clothes. He just held me lightly in front of him, his semi-hard dick at a 45 degree angle between my thighs, one insanely bulging arm over my shoulder and across my chest while his head towered over my other shoulder. We just watched Doug as he finished dressing.
When Doug is dressed, he starts to leave, then turns back as if he remembers something. “Bill, the swim team is having a meeting tonight at eight in their training room by the pool in the athletic complex. I'd like you to come, and, bring Andy. I'm sure the guys will want to meet him.”
I look up to Andy, who smiled. “Sure, we'll be there,” I promise. With a final wave, Doug departs.
“Well, Bill, I'm hungry, how about you? We have some time to refuel before your team meeting. Let's get dressed.”
“Sounds great,” I agreed. As Andy stepped away from me I felt his shaft slide through my legs and was a little disappointed that I would have to wait a few hours to experience it again.
I watched him as he put on a white lycra muscle shirt that fit him like a second skin. The low cut neck dipped below his pecs and his lats flared out almost a foot from each arm opening. He chose some blue jeans that were almost as tight as his top. They must have been custom made to conform so well to the outrageous musculature of his legs without any slack in the hips and waist. The tube of his dick was clearly visible running down the inside of his left thigh almost to his knee. Both legs were intentionally torn just below the knees. It's a popular style that should lead to an interesting effect when Andy gets hard.
Meanwhile, I grabbed my own jeans and added a knit top. We were ready. Andy placed a hand on my shoulder and guided me across campus to the student cafeteria. It was amazing the effect he had on people. Most everyone would stare at him as we passed, but, few actually approached.
At the cafeteria, Andy piled his tray with enough food for three men his size. If he really turns all that into cum we're in for an interesting time this evening, I thought. We found a booth and, when we sat down, I pushed in on the same side as Andy so I could feel his body next to mine while we ate.
There was one thing that still worried me. “Andy, shouldn't we have used condoms today?”
“Of course, you're right. These days a guy can't be too careful. But, as I said, for some reason, I don't get sick, and, therefore, I can't make you sick. That's fortunate since they don't make condoms in my size. Another thing is the people I fuck don't seem to get sick either. But, the effect isn't permanent; if you don't see me for a couple months the effect wears off. My cum also won't cure disease; I tried. So, you don't want to get in any bad habits, use a condom unless you're with me.”
“Another effect,” he continued, “appears to be that my cum acts as a growth stimulant. Most of the guys I was with regularly added fifteen to twenty percent in size, speed and endurance. They also added a few inches to their dicks. The effect takes a few weeks and appears to increase with frequency of exposure.”
“So, I should be set up to make some spectacular gains. Now tell me how your magnetic sexual personality works,” I said, changing the subject.
“It's basically just a matter of look and touch. See that guy cleaning tables over there,” indicating a well built student working about thirty feet away. “Watch.”
The kid was stacking dishes on a large tray. As he looked up, he froze for a moment as he made eye contact with Andy. He put down his tray and walked toward our table. When he came closer, I could see that he was a serious bodybuilder. At 5’6” and about 180 pounds he looked in contest shape.
When he arrived, he stood next to Andy, looking a little confused. He asked, “Can I help you?”
“Yes, which way is the men's room?” asked Andy, touching his hand.
When their hands touched, you could see a change come over him. His eyes opened very wide as he scanned Andy's body, his face flushed and he licked his lips. “It's just over there. I'll show you,” he replied at last.
Andy got up and said to me, “I'll be back in ten minutes.” With that he followed his quarry, who looked over his shoulder every few seconds to assure himself that Andy was still coming.
I toyed with my food. Ten minutes later, Andy reappeared and sat beside me, looking calm and collected, like nothing happened. “Well,” I started, but Andy held up his hand. A couple minutes later the busboy showed up. He looked like he'd spent a hour in a sauna. His face, hair and shirt were soaked in perspiration. He was trying to adjust his pants. He looked over this way, bit his lower lip and then hurried off. He was walking a bit funny. I supposed I would have walked funny after my first fuck with Andy if I hadn't had any time to recover.
“In high school, my friends could always tell when I broke in a new boy by the walk. They would rush over, congratulate him, ask him how it was and tell him about the weekend parties.”
It was time for my meeting. We got up and left. On the way out the guy Andy fucked, looking more composed now, rushed up to him and handed him a note. He showed it to me. It said: 303 Freemont Hall Anytime
We arrived for the team meeting just a bit after eight. It was in a room just off the pool used for training. When we walked by, a few team members were swimming laps. The training room had a weight setup, a couple of massage tables and a large Jacuzzi along with the normal desks and chairs. About eight guys are lounging around waiting for the meeting to start. Doug spots Andy and I and scurries over to greet us.
Doug introduces us to the team members. Andy is naturally the center of attention. I can see he is having an effect, but, compared to his performance in the cafeteria, he's taking it slow. The guys from the pool wandered in, drying themselves. Two of them, identical twins, blond and handsome, are particularly striking. They looked familiar and, I later found out, they had done some modeling. When we were introduced, I could tell Andy was taken by them. I think he has a special fondness for blondes.
Doug went to the front of the group and started the meeting. He introduced me officially as a freshman team member and then proceeded to routine business and scheduling matters. While Doug talked, Andy moved between the twins and placed a hand on their shoulders, drawing them close to his torso. Each twin reached a hand behind his back and began exploring his muscles. Their explorations reached his butt simultaneously and their hands touched. They looked at each other across the expanse of Andy's chest and smiled. Andy gave them a squeeze.
“That ends our regular agenda,” Doug continued. “You met Andy Wang, Bill's roommate. I know we've all been admiring his development. I asked Bill to bring him along so he could help us. I met Andy only this morning and I can tell you that he's already made a big difference for me. Why don't you give us a strength demonstration, Andy. I'm sure we're all eager to see what your body can do.”
All eyes turn to Andy who raises an arm in acknowledgment. He walks with the twins over to the bench press rack and, releasing the twins with a final hug, loads the bar up with every large weight available, 600 pounds.
“Will you two sit on the bar for more resistance?” Andy asks the twins. They agree and Andy lifts them onto it, one on either side of the bench. He then strips off his top and hits a few poses for the assembled swimmers. He makes eye contact with each one, turning up the temperature. Andy lays down on the bench. He reaches up and grasps the bar right between each twin's legs, brushing their crotches with his fingers.
He strains. All his muscles pop into dramatic relief, swelling and bulging like never before. The bar rises slowly until his arms are fully extended. “One,” he says. He lowers the bar and presses it up again and again, almost a thousand pounds. By the time he hits twenty reps, the whole team is counting them off and cheering him on. His pecs and triceps are pumped to inhuman size. Also being pumped is his dick. By rep thirty it has poked its head through the hole in the knee of his jeans and, by forty, another five inches have followed.
Andy stops at fifty. He stands up and helps the twins off the bar. Both their dicks are sticking up past their speedos, almost to their navels. The blond brothers crowd around him, feeling his pumped muscles. Then they combine to strip him out of his jeans. Freed from its denim cage, his dick leaps up, pointing straight out from his body, a pole of rigid flesh almost two feet long. The twins rub their hands along its length, admiring it.
Andy offers a feel to the other team members. Doug, the team captain, takes the lead by boldly getting to his knees and sucking the head into his mouth, massaging it with his tongue. When he stands up, he quickly undresses releasing his own erection. The others follow, some eagerly, some hesitantly. The touch seems to transform them so that, by the time Andy moves on, each one is hard and most are leaking precum in anticipation of sex with this muscle god.
Andy returns to the twins, who looked disappointed when he moved off to show the others. Andy turns one around, grabs him by the waist from the back and lifts him effortlessly off his feet. He positions him so he can slide his shaft between the speedos and the butt. As he draws the twin to him, his dick slides through the crack and pushes his swim briefs clear off. Without even removing the dangling piece of fabric, he repeats the process with the other twin, who gives a little squeal of delight while being so forcefully manipulated.
Andy leads them to one of the massage tables and bends them over it, side by side. They look at each other, smile, then look back at Andy.
“Bill, could you help me with a little lubrication?” Andy requests.
I hurry over, drop to my knees, remove the two skimpy trunks still hanging from the end and open my mouth. Andy pushes in as I lubricate the invading shaft with my tongue. I repeat this afternoon's performance, taking him until my nose presses into his soft pubic bush. Everyone stares in amazement, most stroking their own hard tools.
Andy was not after a quick lick, he wants to cum. He holds my head as he slides his shaft through my body. The pace becomes more rapid and in a minute he starts to unload. After depositing one load deep inside, he pulls almost all the way out, flooding my mouth with his second spurt. Then he pushes back in, coating himself with his own juice as I struggle to swallow him and his cum. He pulls out again, all the way this time, still spurting strongly. He directs a shot at my hand, wildly beating my own meat. I cum. The next shots are directed at the twins, soaking their exposed asses. Then he turns around in a quick circle laying lines of cum across the assembled team.
When he finally stops shooting, his dick stays hard, glistening with cum and saliva. He steps up to the twins. He positions himself at the entrance of one of them. The other caresses his brother and draws close for a kiss. Tongues dart from mouth to mouth. With a finger, then two and three, he works some of his cum inside and relaxes the opening. Slowly, Andy pushes in. Using short strokes, he gets about a foot inside. He then pulls out and repeats the process with the other brother.
He continues until he has embedded himself to the hilt in both. I'm always surprised that his dick, which is so hard and unyielding when you touch it, can feel so comfortable when it's inside. Then Andy alternates, taking a full stroke on one, pulling all the way out and plowing the other. This way he excites them equally. Soon their moans and cries of pleasure fill the room. Sweat beads on their backs and their hard dicks hanging over the edge of the table steadily drip precum into growing puddles on the floor.
Then Andy unloads. It triggers the twins' orgasm. The second brother starts unloading in sympathy even before Andy switches to give him the next load from his balls. The three way explosion continues for two minutes as Andy shifts between them, not wasting a drop. Finally, he lays a line of cum down the brothers' backs from their heads to their butts. Andy bends over and shares a three way kiss with them while he rubs his cum into their backs and hair.
A couple of sophomores, impatient for their turn, urge him toward the weight bench. The evening picks up steam as Andy fucks his way through the entire team. I laid on an exercise mat and watched his performance. Sex on the weight bench, the Jacuzzi, the desk, the floor, against the wall, anywhere. The only constant was that, when his partner collapsed in pleasure and exhaustion, Andy was still hard and ready with an inexhaustible supply of cum.
After a couple of hours, Andy walks over to me carrying one twin under each arm. He had just finished doing them for the third time. He sets them down, one on each side of me. They rest, utterly spent, eyes half shut, breathing deeply.
“Now for that special treat I promised you,” he softly says to me. I wonder what he means. He kneels behind me and I know what that means. I lift my legs and rest them on his cannon ball shaped shoulders to give him easy access. Before he enters he says to the twins, “When I finish with Bill, he'll be delirious. I'd like you to stay with him and take care of him until I return.” They weakly nod agreement.
Andy pushes his monster tool right up my gut and begins a steady stroke, building the pace, intensity and pleasure. I love it. Fucking with anyone else could never be truly satisfying. After too few minutes, we reach the peak. I feel him spray my guts with his juice. I shoot with him, my jizz coating my chest and abs.
As the flow stops momentarily while he builds for the next spurt, a new sensation begins radiating from the point deep inside where his dick ends. It feels like millions of tiny fingers massaging my gut from within. The sensation builds with each new spurt. By the tenth it's overwhelming, the feelings move up and down my intestines going far beyond where even Andy could reach. He withdraws and moves off to other encounters. I don't even notice, so focused am I on the pleasure spreading inside me. Is this what a superman's sperm feels like?
I don't remember much of the rest of the night. The twins took turns, one caressing my head while the other sucked my dick which continued to spurt cum. After a timeless interval of bliss, Andy returned, poured me into my clothes, hoisted me over his shoulder and carried me back to our dorm room. I must have been shooting, because, in the morning, a leg my pants was still damp clear down to the bottom. He stripped me for bed and laid me down. Sometime in the night I drifted from ecstasy to sleep.
When I awoke in the morning for my first day of college, I saw I was in Andy's bed. He was asleep behind me with his huge shaft up my ass and mighty arm draped over my chest. I could feel his breath on the back of my neck and hear his heart beating in his chest. As I squeezed my ass muscles to arouse him, I thanked my lucky stars that I had drawn Andy as my roommate.
A lot has happened since the start of college when I first met my roommate, Andrew Wang. On that first day Andy just overwhelmed me with his sexual energy, but he does that with everyone he meets.
It’s not just that Andy is a Chinese-American Adonis, which he certainly is. He has the body of a muscle god, 6’4”, 280 lbs., 60 inch chest, 26 inch arms, 30 inch waist with tremendous abdominal definition and thighs that each were larger than his waist. He has amazing golden-brown skin, completely smooth except for a neat bush of black hair above his cock, and what a cock. It hangs down 15 inches between his legs when soft, the skin slightly darker than that of his body. Yet, when hard, it inflates to almost two feet of vein-covered, rock-solid flesh, thicker than my wrist. The tip pushes out from his foreskin, glowing red from the blood almost hypnotically. His orange-sized balls pump out spurts of pre-cum like normal men cum and when he unloads it’s like one of those fancy water guns that can soak you from 20 feet. He can keep that up all night, exhausting dozens of partners and still seem fresh.
He was strong. I’ve seen him bench over a thousand pounds for reps without a sign of strain. But that wasn’t his secret. It was just that when you looked into his black eyes, you would seem to fall under a spell. When you regained awareness of yourself again you were in the afterglow of the most incredible sex you’d ever imagined and there was nothing you wouldn’t do for the person that could make that possible.
I suppose I ought to bring you up to date, now that we’ve just finished the fall semester. I’m Bill Foster. I’m on the men’s swimming team. I was gay even before I’d met Andy, and pretty hot looking. At least that’s what I’d been told. I was 6’, 180 lbs. with a muscular swimmer’s build, naturally, blond hair (Andy has a sort of fondness for blonds) and blue eyes. Plus my 9.5 inch cock kept me pretty popular with the guys in high school.
When I woke up after that first night in which Andy conquered the entire swim team and sent me to levels of ecstasy I’d never imagined, I was a mess. Cum was dried on my hair, face and body. I remembered most of it being mine, but a lot was from others on the team. I thought I remembered the twins with me, but couldn’t be sure. It all sort of blended together. I was pretty sure most of Andy’s seed went into my gut. He was still there as we lay in his bed, the mighty shaft deep inside me, beating with a strong slow pulse in time with his heartbeat. One huge arm was draped over my body, holding my back securely to his chest.
When I squeezed my ass muscles around the firm pole of his shaft, he responded first with a couple reflexive twitches from his embedded flesh. Of course, with Andy’s power, those instinctive movements lifted my hips a couple inches off the bed and slapped my ass into his marble-like abs with audible thunks. I then felt his body stir as he awoke and his arm slid from my chest down my body, brushing my cock that was again hard.
He slid about half-way out of me with a squishing sound from my soggy intestines, bending me double so he could roll me to my back, coming to rest above me with my legs on his shoulders.
“Did you have fun last night?” I nodded yes, looking up into his eyes. “I thought you did,” he added. “Can you handle a little more?” I guess my gaze was answer enough.
He started to stroke, sliding smoothly inside me to depths he alone could explore. A warm glow spread from my gut throughout my body as my cock would pulse out a bit of pre-cum on each of his inward movements. He bent over me. I held onto his bulging biceps to steady myself. His head lingered over mine and his tongue darted out to lick and clean my cum-streaked face, periodically kissing me deeply so I could experience the tastes.
After a bit he leaned back and announced, “There, all clean.” Then on the next stroke he punched my button just right and I spewed four fresh loads onto my face and neck. He chuckled a bit and went back to work.
Finishing my face for a second time he started to get serious about his fucking, using long, smooth, powerful strokes that would arch my back when he was in to the hilt, his balls drawn up and deeply denting the muscles of my ass. I was out of it by this time. I gripped his arms with all of my strength to steady my thoughts, not that I made the slightest impression on the iron-bulge of his muscles. Our eyes locked as the world seemed to spin around his head.
My body shook as his cock jerked inside me, spewing its load. Each shot ricocheted off my gut walls with a force I could sense even through the haze. My own seed spurted wildly as I shot in sympathy. After a few loads, he started to pull out, holding a few seconds as each subsequent eruption flooded lower in my bowels. A last jerk yanked the flaring head through my clutching ass ring. The next spurts covered me, him, and our bed, with his cum. Gradually the flow eased.
As the last drops dripped from his cock head onto my chest, I took a deep breath. He lay lightly on top of me, splashing in cum that covered me, his cock, a thick tube between us. We kissed deeply. Then he pulled back, resting on his knees on the bed, lowering my legs, widely split, over his mountainous thighs.
“Class starts in a couple hours. You need a shower.”
“What about you? You’re as covered in cum as I am,” I observed.
“You get started. I have something to do,” he said, stepping off the bed.
He opened the door and went out in the hall, still naked, cock sticking straight up to his pecs, and dripping a trail of cum on the floor. I heard him knock on the neighbors’ door. A few minutes later as I headed to the bath, the sound of heavy action on a bed drifted through the walls.
When I returned after my shower the sound was from the room on the opposite wall. As I finished dressing the sounds eased. About fifteen minutes later Andy stepped through our door. He’d obviously showered next door. Though still naked, his 15 inch soft cock was hanging between his legs.
“Give me a few minutes. We’ll get some breakfast and I think we have our first class together.”
He put on some extremely baggy pants that hung down to mid calf and a muscle tee that fit like a second skin, grabbed a backpack, and was ready to go.
When we left the room I saw the guys from the room on the right leaving too. One was Hispanic, about 5’8” and an average build. The other was an Asian guy, just 5’2” with a slim body. I doubt he was over a hundred pounds. They had big smiles on their faces that only got bigger when they spotted Andy.
Andy made introductions. “Hi, guys. This is my roommate, Bill. These are Luis and Tony.”
“Hi,” I added. “I heard you getting acquainted with Andy a few minutes ago.”
“I hope it was as much fun as the Andy and Bill show that woke us this morning,” inserted Tony. “But then it’s better to be in the show than the audience”.
“No offense, but you’re a pretty small guy. Were you able to handle Andy? He’s awfully big,” I inquired as we were walking.
Tony looked up at Andy. “He’s wonderfully big but, yes, he got it all in. God, I thought it would be coming out my mouth. We will be able to do it again, won’t we?”
“Sure guys, you both took it like real studs.”
We ate breakfast with them. They were friends from high school in Alhambra in Southern California. They both had girls back home and hadn’t considered gay sex before today. I certainly got the impression they were going to try a few things while waiting for another go with Andy.
Our first class was in a large lecture hall with a couple hundred other freshmen. We sat about halfway down. Andy cautioned me to take good notes. I did, but Andy spent most of the time making eye contact with some of the other guys.
At the end of class Andy waved goodbye to me and I saw him take six or seven guys into the men’s room with him. I wanted to follow, but took the hint. I saw a couple of them around campus that afternoon and they definitely had the full treatment from Andy.
Andy never studied though he did whip out all the homework at a speed that astonished me. He went out every evening, but insisted I stay, work, and study every evening, Sunday to Thursday. I knew he working his way through the thousands in the student body.
He got great grades, and not just by fucking his professors, though I’m sure he did. I did fine myself through hard work. I knew Andy would be back in the room eventually and each night I got what others dreamed of.
Soon Andy would draw a crowd as he walked around. Mostly there were guys, and a few girls, looking for a repeat engagement. Quite often it was to introduce their boyfriends or girlfriends to an experience that had changed their lives. A few times friends would spot their buddies walking with Andy and realize, for the first time, that they shared a common desire.
I was pretty sought after, even when walking alone, by those that knew me as Andy’s roommate. They thought I could put in a good word for them. Several times I took advantage of offered mouths or asses from the hotter ones who thought a little extra effort would help. Most of the time I told them I didn’t have that sort of influence, but they were very insistent.
On the weekends Andy would let me tag along on his adventures. That first Friday night he went to one of the fraternities. He just went up to it and walked in. One of the members saw us, came over and started to say something, but stopped and bit his lower lip when he made eye contact. Andy put an arm round his waist, holding him close and asked where most of the brothers hang out. He led Andy to a recreation room downstairs while I followed.
There were about twenty guys in the room when Andy entered. They looked up and you could see them fall under Andy’s spell. Several were openly stroking themselves through their pants and one was starting to undo his shirt, all without a word being spoken.
“I thought we might have a little fun. Go and invite the others,” ordered Andy to the one who led us down here, giving him a little pat on the butt to speed him on the way.
Now Andy had arrived in his usual tight tee shirt and shorts that were just long enough to cover him when soft. He just stood there at the bottom of the stairs, legs spread, as his cock grew beyond the fabric and past his knee. Every eye was on it as it rose to vertical, pushing the material until it bunched at his hip.
Andy walked over to a handsome, blond, six-footer and kissed him full on the lips with his tongue diving inside as he held the stunned stud tightly to his body. The room was silent as they held the kiss for over a minute as the object of Andy’s affections eagerly returned the passion. Just then I heard feet on the steps above us. The others were arriving.
“What’s going on?” someone asked, spotting the scene below. Several of those in the room had already lowered their pants and had their cocks out. One had stripped. I stepped away to make room as a large group crowded on the stairs.
Andy broke his kiss and turned around. The guy he was with had a hand squeezing his cock about halfway up. His shirt was stained with a few streaks of Andy’s pre-cum and he had an outrageous bulge in his pants, extending nearly to the side of his hip.
“We’re having a little party. Why don’t you join us?” Andy asked while lifting his tee over his head and tossing it aside. “Help my buddy here take my shorts off,” he directed the leader.
As expected, he obeyed. The others filed into the room and began disrobing. I wasn’t going to be the last one naked. I tossed off my stuff while I watched the two fraternity brothers struggle to pull Andy’s cock from vertical so they could slide his shorts off his leg. Both of them, with four hands, couldn’t move it more than twenty degrees. All the while it was spurting pre-cum, spraying both men, and everybody within three or four feet, getting slipperier every second.
While it was a great show, I didn’t want to wait. I saw a cute guy I’d seen with the gymnastics team standing near Andy, just watching, with his removed shirt and slacks clutched in one hand. He was only about 5’4” but very muscular. His white bikini briefs showed off the firm flesh of solid glutes.
I stepped close behind him, pressing my hard cock onto his ass. He felt me and pushed back into my groin. “You won’t need these,” I said, taking the clothes from his hand and tossing them toward the wall. “Why don’t you get rid of those briefs too?”
He pushed them down and stepped out of them without any thought, still concentrating on Andy. “Are you going to fuck me?”
I just pushed on his back with my left hand while coating the fingers on my right with the pre-cum Andy had splattered on his chest. His muscular ass cheeks spread nicely when he bent over, exposing his hairless pink hole. He shuddered as I rubbed it with my middle finger, smearing the rim with some of Andy’s juice. As he seemed to relax I pushed the finger in to the limit.
“You’re very tight,” I observed. “Try and relax and enjoy it.”
“I’ve never done this before. Ah…aaah…oooo,” he cooed as I pushed his joy button. “What did you do?”
“Just finding your sensitive spots.” I added a second finger. “It will feel even better with my cock in there.”
I reached over to Andy’s cock, still the object of struggle by the two guys trying to remove his shorts, and coated my hand with its copious covering of slippery lube. I slathered my stiff shaft with his juice and pointed the tip at the entrance. “Ready?” I didn’t wait for an answer.
I grabbed his waist and pulled. My cock head punched through his ring as he grunted in surprise and pain. I felt his muscles tighten. I left it in place, teasing him with half-inch strokes of the tip while seven more inches waited. As he got used to me he started to wiggle his ass around my intrusion. I pushed a few more inches into him, pressing my tip to his prostate. He reacted immediately.
I gave him a dozen quick pokes at the same spot, feeling him buck, shiver, and shake at each touch. He suddenly bolted upright, arched his back and clamped down on my pole as he came, spraying Andy and his two playmates with several heavy loads. While he was distracted I pushed the last half of my shaft into his warm cavity.
“It looks like you’re ahead of me,” laughed Andy. “I’d better get myself into gear.” He snapped his cock from his buddies’ grips, bent over almost double and pushed his shorts to the floor.
“You’re first,” he said to the blond while leaning back on the corner of a heavy pool table. He lifted him up until he was standing on the table rails, straddling his hips. The guy’s hard eight-inch cock was standing out just over his head, dripping white blobs into Andy’s straight black hair. Andy anchored the guy’s calves between his torso and arms.
“Now sit down slowly,” he directed.
He dipped carefully lower. Andy took the opportunity to lick at his balls and shaft as his partner’s crotch passed in front of his face. By the time the cock was at mouth level Andy’s blunt mushroom had speared his glutes and rested below the puckered hole. He stopped when he felt the contact, eager yet nervous.
Andy just engulfed the guy’s cock to the root, pressing his nose into the curly, blond pubic bush. When he bent his neck forward he used the shaft as a handle to force the man down. As the tip popped in, he opened his mouth to scream, but no sound came out. About eight inches of the fleshy stake impaled him before he steadied himself by pressing on the boulders that were Andy’s shoulders. Andy let the cock slide from his mouth. It sprung up against his partner’s abs.
All the other brothers were gathered around watching. All were down to underwear or less and were openly stroking their cocks. A few had already shot a load while watching, but Andy and I were the only ones fucking.
I resumed stroking my new friend, using slow full-length strokes from my 9.5 inches. He turned his head and looked back at me when I started up again. I think he was so involved in his orgasm and Andy’s show he forgot I was inside him. He remembered quickly when my crown brushed his spot.
Meanwhile Andy had his hands on his partner’s thighs, forcing him to sit down further on his fuck pole. He’d push him down a couple inches then relax the pressure, allowing the guy to lift up, but not quite to where he started. In a few minutes he’d worked about a foot into the tight hole. The blond was now in a full squat with his thighs parallel to the table. He was sweating heavily, moaning each time Andy moved within him, adding a small grunt as each dip bottoms out and the invader in his guts opens up new territory.
Andy pumps his hips a few times, forcing a few more inches in with short, quick strokes. As he settles back you can see the bottom half of his cock throb as he begins to unload. This is too much for his partner. He throws his head back as his first shot goes over Andy’s head and lands in the center of the pool table. The next three spray Andy’s face. He licks up all that he can reach with his tongue.
As the last drops drip off the blond’s cock, he seems to lose his strength. His muscles go slack and he sits down into Andy’s lap as Andy supports his back. The bottom half of Andy’s still spewing cock disappears up his gut.
The guy is really out of it by now. Andy licks his face until he sees the eyes open and focus on him. He looks around at the crowd surrounding them, then back at Andy. “I can feel you. You’re still cumming, but not so strongly.” Andy nods. “Oh. You’ve stopped. I don’t want it to be over.”
“It’s not,” said Andy, standing up with his partner still plugged, turning around and laying the guy’s back onto the table. He put the legs up in the deep valley between his traps and deltoids, held him by the waist and extracted almost the entire cum-coated shaft until the helmet pulled against the ring from the inside. A smooth motion sheathed his sword into its human scabbard as the recipient of his assault thrashed wildly on the hard surface of pool table. A few more strokes had the guy overwhelmed, gibbering unintelligibly, eyes unfocused.
I had stopped my own fuck motions, watching the amazing scene. Most of the guys had even stopped the stroking of their own cocks as everyone was enthralled.
The blond shot another big load, but I don’t think he even noticed. Andy was upping his speed. He did a few minutes of frantic pounding of a stud now reduced to quivering Jell-O. The final stroke was in slow motion. When he bottomed out, the shaft must have flexed, lifting the guy’s back off the table for a few seconds as he fired the first volley of a new barrage of cum. The blond’s cock erupted again.
Andy pulled out slowly. When he popped free he was still spewing long white ropes of juice. He directed the first few onto his partner, soaking him thoroughly. Then he spun around, marking everyone with his seed. His partner had passed out, resting limply on the hard surface, his cock still weakly pulsing gobs of white into the deep pools of Andy’s spunk that coated his body.
Andy looked around, grabbed the nearest onlooker and bent him over the side of the table beside his last guy. His chest splashed in the puddles as Andy held him down and moved in position. “You’re next,” he announced to his new subject, stating the obvious, as his cock started to fit itself in.
As Andy went back to work, I started to get some serious fucking with my gymnast friend. I bent him over again as I started to plow him deeply.
“Fuck me. Fuck me,” he urged me on. I powered into him as hard as I could, faster and faster. “Oh…yes…yes…yes,” he sighed. I hit the target again and again as my stiff cock moved through his warm, tight tunnel.
I was close. I gave him three final thrusts, pounding against his firm butt with a loud slap as my flesh contacted him. After the last I stayed buried and started to unload. As I climaxed I pulled him upright again, holding his back to my chest. As he started his own orgasm I felt his ass muscles spasm around my shooting shaft. I leaned backward as the feelings intensified, lifting him off his feet.
I lunged up into him each time I released a fresh blast. After a few I felt my foot slip on the floor that was slick with (mostly Andy’s) cum. I lost my balance and scrambled to regain it while falling over backwards. I managed to sit back, landing heavily on the floor with my butt as my gymnast buddy bounced on top of me. I was still coupled with him and still pumping my cream into his bowels.
As my passion eased, I sprawled back on the damp floor. My gymnast friend lay back onto my chest, and then rolled beside me as my softening cock slipped from his bottom.
“That was…fun,” he said, looking into my eyes. “But, I don’t think I could handle someone as big as your friend though. By the way, I’m Jack, Jack Gardner.”
“Hi. I’m Bill Foster and my friend is Andy Lee. I’m sure you’ll get acquainted with him in a little bit. Don’t worry. You’ll love it, but I’m glad I was your first guy. You never forget your first time.” I pulled him against me and kissed him. Our tongues dueled with each other playfully.
“It won’t be my last. Could we get together again some time?”
“Sure. I’ve seen you around the gym. I’m on the swim team and we usually practice at the same time. Just stop by the swim team training room when you finish your workout.”
“Great. Ugh…You know?…Could we do it again tonight?”
Just then Andy popped into view, reached down and hoisted Jack into his arms. “Mind if I borrow your buddy. You’ve warmed him up for me I see.”
I topped a couple more guys and bottomed for a few before Andy had everyone too exhausted to move.
I awoke next morning to the delightful sensation of someone nursing my cock. I was in a bed in a sixty-nine position with Jack. His hard seven-inch piece was in easy reach, so I sucked it into my waiting mouth, tasting the juice already seeping from it. His legs were split by one of Andy’s massive thighs. As my nose pressed into Jack’s balls I had a great view of Andy’s pole. All but about six inches was plugged into Jack’s butt. His sphincter was stretched tightly around the invader, bright red from the friction and abuse of the past night. Dried fluids coated the area around it while a small trickle of cum managed, somehow, to find its way past the tight seal and soak into the sheets.
I backed off Jack’s sweet piece. “Good morning, Jack. How are you doing?”
He paused his work on me. “I’m fine. Last night was something. You were great, but Andy was incredible. I can still feel him within me.”
“That’s because he is in you, silly.” I reached between Jack’s spread legs and gave a firm squeeze of the exposed portion of Andy’s turgid dong.
Andy was roused from his sleep. As always his first motion was a few instinctive shakes of his cock that thrashed Jack’s body back and forth on the bed for a few seconds, causing him to utter a sharp cry of surprise. Then his body stirred. His arm reached around and he massaged my ass.
“Morning, Bill. Who’s our little friend here?”
“Hi, Andy. I’m Jack Gardner. Bill told me your name, but with everything so confusing about last night, I don’t think I introduced myself. I did have a great time though. Uh. … You know. … If it’s not, … I’m not sure how to ask this, but could you fuck me again?”
“Well Jack I’m glad to meet you formally. I like a man who knows what he wants and isn’t afraid to ask for it. If you noticed, it appears we already are fucking,” moving his cock in and out a few inches as he spoke. “ But, I think you want a bit more,” he added, lengthening his strokes.
As Jack started moaning I went down on his sweet dick again. I ground my crotch into his face. He took the suggestion and sucked my stiff rod into his warm mouth. Andy is so thick that any movement he makes stimulates a guy’s prostate almost continuously. Jack was so hot that his body tensed and he flooded my mouth after only a couple long strokes. I swallowed several gulps.
Andy wasn’t done yet though. He kept up his motion, building it up by increasing the speed and length of his undulations. Jack barely softened in my mouth. A few licks on the sensitive bottom of the crown and Andy’s continued stimulation had him as hard as ever in moments. The pleasure was making him moan, or, at least, he was trying to as best he could with my cock halfway down his neck. The effect was to make his throat muscles vibrate around my shaft. It was very exciting. I started to buck my hips to fuck his mouth.
Andy lifted Jack’s upper leg, bending it up until his knee was near his shoulder, spreading his ass wider to allow his cock to penetrate just a bit further. As he raised his pace again I knew Andy was close. On the last stroke he slowed and I could see he had started to pump his load.
The first explosion inside him caused Jack to have a full body spasm. His throat clamped down on me and his cock fluttered wildly in my mouth as it poured out another big offering. I unloaded my own sperm. We both swallowed furiously.
Slowly our passion eased. I rolled to my back, resting after releasing Jack’s spent cock as mine slipped from his lips. Andy stepped off the bed, standing up as he extracted his cock that he’d allowed to go soft after soaking Jack’s intestines. He helped Jack get up. He was a bit unsteady and needed some support initially. I got up too and gave Andy a good morning kiss. He licked up some of Jack’s juices from the inside of my mouth.
“I suppose we should shower and get some breakfast. Does anyone know where our clothes are?” Andy asked, looking around the room.
“The bathroom is down the hall. I’ll show you. You can have breakfast here,” offered Jack. “Damn. I feel so empty not having a cock up there,” he added, fingering his hole.
“Our clothes are probably still downstairs in the party room,” I replied. “I doubt anyone had the energy to straighten things up.”
The scene in the rest of the house was amazing. There were some beds shared by sleeping twosomes and one threesome. They hadn’t bothered or had the energy to shut the doors. Another couple was resting at the foot of the stairs. A number of groups were huddled peacefully in the party room, its floor still slippery with puddles of cum. A few singles were draped on pieces of furniture. They probably hadn’t been strong enough to move after Andy finished with them.
We found our clothes, pretty well soaked like everything down there. “Let me toss these into the wash,” offered Jack. “They should be ready by the time we shower and eat.”
He was back in a minute and led us upstairs to the common bath area. When we entered the shower we found the blond guy sitting below a showerhead. It looked like he made it up here, but hadn’t had enough strength left to turn on the water. He was still covered in dried cum. A thin white stream seeped from his ass hole and flowed along the floor to the drain.
We turned on the spray. It revived our sleeping friend. While we started getting clean we watched him awaken. It took him a minute to get oriented. You could tell when he recognized Andy. His cock sprang to attention.
“Oh. Hi. I seem to be a bit worn out. I think you fucked me twice last night.”
“Good morning. I fucked everyone at least twice. You were a real stud. I did you four times, but I don’t think you were counting.” Andy extended a hand and helped him to his feet.
“Hey! You didn’t fuck me last night. How about one now?” I asked.
“Bill, I fucked you every day last week, at least twice a day, including yesterday.”
“I’m your roommate. You forgot about me when you met these guys. I want a fuck. I wanna fuck.” I crossed my arms and put on my best pout face. I think the effect was spoiled some by my cock sticking up vertically past my navel, already starting to leak its juice.
“OK. You win.” We were mesmerized watching his cock, untouched by him, inflate to its full hard length of nearly two feet and then rotate until it was upright, the large red mushroom cap glowing from the fresh blood that powered his weapon. It ended just in the groove between the thick bulging pillows of his pecs. “Hop up and climb aboard.”
I jumped onto him, wrapping my arms around his thick neck and legs around his small, muscled waist. His strong hands held my upper chest. His thumbs extended across the front to tease my man tits. He lifted me up easily. My cock slid along his much larger one. I felt the ridge of his crown pass down my length until the tip passed along and under my balls. When I was lowered an inch I felt the blunt point knock at my door and demand admission.
I yielded easily to his, now familiar, presence. My gut swelled as the bulging head moved deeper. After just a few inches I shuddered in pleasure as he pressed my most sensitive spot. He kept lowering my body, forcing himself deeper. The tight fit gave steady friction on the centers of ecstasy. I could feel each of the many veins that crisscrossed the firmness that snaked further and further within me. My body writhed in exquisite agony, squirming in his iron grip around the unyielding flesh that pinned my butt.
Before I hit bottom of that first deep thrust, I exploded. My cock’s first shot launched between our bodies and over Andy’s head. Several more streaked both our chests and were washed slowly away by the spray from the shower. Slightly dazed in the aftermath, I looked into Andy’s deep, black eyes to focus my attention. I felt the thicker shaft near the base expand my hole to its limit as Andy’s orange-sized balls dimpled the muscles of my glutes.
He let me stay still for a few second until my breathing steadied as I eased off the peak of my orgasm. When he thought I was ready he lifted my body and my pleasure built again as I was stimulated by the movements within me. I knew from past experience that Andy was in absolute control. I released my arms from around his neck, placing my hands on the great bulges that were his biceps. Each muscle on his 26” arms was like marble. He lifted me as if I were no heavier than a basketball.
A familiar pattern was repeating itself. He stroked me long and deep, slowly building up the speed. The sensations flowed through my body, sending me into frenzy. I’d approach my threshold. The next motion would send me over and my senses would spin. The only thing that could penetrate the veil that intense pleasure cast over my mind was the sensation from my gut that became ever stronger as Andy continued his mind-blowing fuck.
Each peak came quicker and the effect lasted longer until it became a continuous blur that nothing external could penetrate. That is until the throbbing began deep in the center of my soul. It built quickly to a tremendous crescendo that took over my whole body. I let the wave break over me as the world spun and I didn’t care, lost in the ultimate pleasure that only Andy is able to induce.
I became aware again. My head was resting on the iron-like plates that cover Andy’s massive chest. His slow breathing and clearly audible heartbeat helped steady me. I was in his secure embrace and he was still deep inside me, but no longer cumming. The cool shower spray helped to clear my head.
“Was that what you wanted?” Andy asked. I nodded weakly. “Can you stand?”
“I think so,” I mumbled.
I released my legs that were wrapped about his waist. They hung down still split widely by the outrageous bulges of his thighs. Andy bent his knees until he dipped low enough for my feet to touch the tile of the shower floor. Steadying me with his hands on my waist, he dropped lower and away, extracting a soft, but still impressive, cock from my body. It took several seconds for my body to recover when the head finally pulled clear, but he held me as he stood back up and I regained some strength.
“Wow! Is that what happened to us?” Jack asked.
“Pretty much,” offered Andy. “Of course, Bill has had a week of practice to get used to it. You were unable to move for about an hour after I first fucked you.”
“But I was able to get up almost right away this morning when you fucked me?”
“Oh, that was only a quickie, wakeup fuck, only two or three orgasms. I always start a new guy with a thorough fuck like you just saw and revisit him later to keep up his pleasure level. Then there’s my special surprise fuck that can keep a guy senseless with pleasure all night. I gave Bill one last Sunday, but don’t go asking for one. Though, if you’re lucky, you might experience one someday.”
“Hey, let’s get breakfast. I’m always starved after heavy sex,” I interjected.
We left the shower and dried ourselves. A couple others were awake by now. Anyone spotting Andy grew erect almost immediately. Jack had regained his erection watching our scene in the shower. However, Andy initiated no more sexual activity that visit.
Well that gives you the idea of what has been happening since Andy arrived on campus. I’m pretty sure he’s made a couple thousand new friends this semester. That’s only a small fraction of the school, but it’s only his first semester. This evening we’re having a little party to celebrate the end of finals. It’s just a hundred of the hottest guys he’s met so far. Jack arranged a gym we can use in privacy and enough gym mats to cover half the floor. Each invitee has to bring a date that Andy hasn’t met yet, boyfriend or girlfriend. The captain of my swim team, Doug Moore, is bringing his fiancé.
The party should last all weekend. I’d better wrap this up. Andy and I have got to leave. The fun won’t really start until he gets there.
My second year at college promised to be even more fun than my first. My roommate from last year had arranged to live at a furnished townhouse owned by the university and asked me to join him. Apparently it was rent-free. You might ask whom he had to fuck to get that. I don't know but I'm sure that whomever it was thought they got the best of the deal.
Andy Wang defined the role of sex god. He was incredibly handsome Chinese-American, a mass of muscle 6’4” tall and 280 lbs. with not an ounce of body-fat. His 60 inch chest tapers to a 30 inch waist with 6-pack abs. His 26 inch arms and massive thighs can lift a thousand pounds like most guys handle ten. His golden skin glows in the light, smooth and hairless except for a silky black bush above his cock. A cock that is awesome enough at 15 inches soft hanging between his muscled legs, but hypnotic when it extends a two-foot pole of steel, as thick as a wrist, crisscrossed with pulsing veins, topped by a reddish head as big as a fist, spurting pre-cum like most guys cum. But when he unloads, his orange-sized balls can pump quarts with enough force to cross a large room and keep it up all night.
Given his physical attributes, Andy was anybody's wet-dream. If he would make eye contact with a person they would fall under his spell. Just a simple touch on the hand would complete the seduction. The person, male or female, was unable to resist him. A few minutes later they would be experiencing the most incredible sex they'd never imagined.
That's what I experienced almost ever night and morning as Andy's roommate last year. Of course, Andy must have had a couple thousand sex partners during the year, in singles, pairs and huge parties with dozens of guests lasing all weekend. He never failed to leave his partners in blissful exhaustion. When we first met he said he wasn't always like this. He was changed somehow one morning. I didn't understand it when he told me, but I'm more than happy to take advantage of it.
I ought to introduce myself. I'm Bill Foster. I'm on the swimming team, 6', 195 lbs. and a swimmer's build, naturally. I've put on a bit a muscle last year. It might be my workouts, but Andy thinks it's from being infused constantly with his cum. Perhaps. My cock went from 9.5 to 10 inches too, but it has been getting plenty of work as well. I'm a natural blond and Andy is particularly fond of blonds.
It was tough going home over the summer. I had lots of sex with friends back home, but it wasn't the same. I really envied the guys near Andy's home south of San Francisco.
The address Andy gave me was just a block from campus. As I reached the front door carrying my suitcases my cock had tented out the front of my shorts, anticipating our reunion with Andy. The door was unlocked. He must be home.
Once I opened the door and heard the sounds drifting out of the living room, I knew he was home. I left my stuff by the entry and moved into the house. As I expected Andy was in action with a guy on the couch. Two others were locked in an exhausted embrace while slumped together in one of the big side chairs. The guy Andy was fucking I recognized as Luis, the Hispanic guy that shared the dorm room next to ours with the small Asian guy, Tony. Tony was one of the guys on the chair. He was sitting on the lap of another Asian guy who was a bit bigger than he. Tony's chest rested on the chest of his friend, his head resting on the shoulder and legs split over the chair arms. Tony was sitting on the guy's stiff cock, but they were totally spent, having already had their turns with Andy. If their condition were not evidence enough, the small streams of cum leaking from both their holes and starting to pool on the hardwood floor confirmed my guess.
Andy noticed my arrival. “Hi Bill. Welcome back. Our bedroom is upstairs. You can put your stuff away while I finish up with Luis. He and Tony stopped over with Tony's brother who drove them up after checking into their dorm.” He hadn't missed a stroke while greeting me.
I saw Luis look over at me while Andy was talking. His legs were in the valley between Andy's boulder-like shoulders and thick neck, bending him almost double. He was holding onto Andy's biceps to steady himself as he was rocked by full-length strokes from Andy's two-foot cock plowing his hole. He'd already had at least one orgasm from the looks of the cum streaks on his face and the leather surfaces of the couch by his head, but since he still had a way to go until he reached the senseless bliss that the others were in I figured it would be a bit until Andy was ready for me.
I stepped out of my shorts, slipped off my shoes and stripped my top. “Go ahead Andy and finish up Luis. I'll warm up a bit with Tony and his brother.”
Andy spotted my erection already dripping a bit of pre-cum. “You are eager.”
I knelt in front of their big chair. It was fortunately leather like the couch and it would be easy to clean off the big puddles of cum that had already leaked. I lifted the legs of the guy Tony sat on, his brother according to Andy, and spread them across the chair's padded arms, pulling his body down until his butt rested at the end of the seat cushion. This shoved his cock just a bit deeper into Tony's clutching hole. I could see the brother's ass lips twitching. Each little spasm would allow a bit of cum to seep from his hole where it would join the stream dripping from Tony. Neither guy seemed to react to my manipulations.
I had something in mind, but I would need to be well lubed. Andy had provided plenty, but there was no need to use the juice cooling on the chair when there was plenty being kept warm at body temperature. I leaned forward and slipped easily into Tony's brother's clutching chute.
All ten of my inches shoved in as Andy's cum spurted out around my shaft as I displaced it. It felt hot inside the well-fucked gut. His internal muscles grabbed at my shaft as his face showed his first reaction. His eyes briefly focused on my face and he licked his lips. I gave him a few slow strokes, eliciting a low moan from him.
As I heard Luis experience another orgasm on the couch, I decided to move on with my plan. I eased out of the brother and repositioned my now cum-coated pole at the spot he penetrated Tony, who was still resting peacefully. I put a little pressure against their junction. The tip of my crown dug a small furrow in the bottom of the brother's shaft and rolled a bit of Tony's ass-ring away. It was enough to give me a start. I shoved and got in half the head.
That, at last, roused Tony from dreamland. He lifted his head from his brother's shoulders and looked quickly from side to side, finally twisting around to spot me behind him just as his ass muscle yielded and allowed my bulb and about three inches of shaft to scoot in alongside his brother's piece. Tony gave a silent wince as he recognized the penetration.
“Oh. Hi Bill. Andy said he expected you any minute. I guess you must have arrived while I was recovering from Andy's greeting. Have you met my big brother, Ming?”
I pushed in more of my pole. When I got about three-quarters in I felt myself pushing past the crown of Ming's cock.
“Hi Tony,” I responded. “It looks like your brother is still a bit dazed, but I did try a little sample before entering you. He's hot. You guys must have lots of fun.”
“No. Ming's straight and married. He was just dropping Luis and me off, but wanted to come in to use the bathroom before he hit the interstate to the south. He saw Andy and I guess things just happened. Mmm…Bill… You're a lot thicker than I remember.”
“That's because I'm sharing you with your brother. He feels like he has about seven inches stuffed in alongside me. Don't you remember?”
“No. Oh. I see,” Tony remarked after pushing back a bit against his brother's chest so he could glance down and see his balls resting snugly on Ming's pubic hair. “I guess Andy set me down here after our sex. I probably had passed out until you roused me when you shoved into my hole.”
We both heard Andy grunt as he started unleashing a load into Luis' belly. It triggered a sharp exhalation from Luis as he experienced another orgasm. Andy kept up his pace as Luis writhed underneath him wracked by the ecstasy from the constant stimulation from Andy's monster member moving inside him. I knew he wouldn't last many minutes longer, so I started my assault on Tony's clutching hole. His gut squeezed his brother's pole against mine as I moved so the ridge of my cock-head stimulated them both, not to mention what the friction did for me. It must have worked on Ming too because he started coming around.
“Ming…Ming,” Tony addressed him. “Wake up.”
“Little brother? What's going on?”
“You came in the house with Luis and I and met our friend Andy. He fucked you. You liked it a lot. Do you remember?”
“Yes. It's like a dream. Oooh. What was that? Is someone stroking my dick? Who? What? Aaah.”
“That must be Bill.”
“Hi Ming,” I interjected, peering over Tony's back and giving Ming a big smile while continuing full strokes into Tony's butt.
“You and Bill are fucking me now. It feels great with both of you in my ass. Together you must be almost as thick as Andy. How does Bill feel sliding along your shaft? He's got a pretty nice cock. Nothing like Andy's, but what is?”
“Oh God! I am fucking you. We can't. You're my brother.” Ming tried to squirm out from beneath Tony but he was pretty well pinned to the chair and his efforts only served to move his shaft in and out of his brother's butt a few inches. I certainly enjoyed his attempt, but my hands on Tony's slim hips kept him planted firmly on Ming's groin. “Ooooh…God!” He exclaimed again as the stimulation from his movements started to affect him.
“Come on Ming. I love being fucked. So do you if you remember when Andy did you, and it sure looks like you're having fun now. Just let yourself enjoy it and experiment with your movements to see what feels good.”
“It does feel good. It's so warm and tight and I tingle all over when Bill slides alongside me.”
There was a short scream from the couch as Luis experienced another orgasm, his fourth or fifth, I think. He was starting to lose consciousness as Andy built up his pace. I knew Andy was about done with Luis.
“Is that Andy with your roommate?” Ming asked, noticing the action on the couch for the first time. He continued to move in and out of his brother's hole trying to find what worked best for him as I helped out. “Is that what I looked like when Andy fucked me?” At this point Luis was gibbering unintelligibly while his eyes stared widely up at Andy's face.
“Sure,” answered Tony. “That's what everyone looks like when Andy really turns it on…Yes…That's a good motion. Keep that up guys,” Tony ordered us as we got into a rhythm where I slid out as Ming slid in.
I managed to work my cock in position where my flange was squeezed between Ming's pole and the bump of Tony's prostate. I held Tony down on Ming while I took advantage of our alignment to stimulate Tony's sensitive spot with short, swift strokes across it. Tony reacted instantly. His whole body shook and shuddered. He arched his back and gave a strangled cry as he exploded in sexual pleasure. Tony's anal cavity convulsed around the paired poles as I shoved in to the hilt. I felt the spray against my shaft as Ming joined his brother in ecstasy. Squeezed in an orgasmic embrace my cock joined the party.
When I eased off I held Tony in position so our softening cocks wouldn't slip out. I stayed half-hard anyway due to the tight fit of sharing the space with Ming. I saw that Tony had splattered Ming's face and chest with several big gobs of his sperm. Tony noticed too and started licking it up and sharing it with his brother in deep kisses. Ming was initially startled by the kiss and the entry and taste of his brother's tongue, but soon got into it. I managed to lap up a streak Tony missed and leaned over to share a three-way kiss with them.
While we were busy Andy had finished up with Luis. Breaking our kiss we saw him standing beside our chair in all his massive muscular glory, cock vertically erect in front of his torso, covered and dripping with some of the residue of the loads he'd deposited inside Luis who was now sprawled limply on the sofa. Tony and I immediately twisted around to lap up the juices. Ming hung back a few seconds before taking a tentative lick after which he joined us with enthusiasm.
“Tony, I see you and your brother have discovered some new interests in common. Get me nice and clean for Bill's welcome back fuck.”
Ming backed off and looked up at Andy. “I can't believe that something that huge could be stuffed up my ass, or Tony's. It must be half as big as he is.”
“Oh, you took it all and sure had fun, but you probably don't remember most of your fuck session. Most first timers get kind of dreamy after a couple minutes. I'll give all of you something to remember.” Andy moved behind me. “Tony lean forward and wrap your hands around your brother's neck,” he directed. Then Andy lifted me up by my thighs until I straddled the arms of the chair snuggly behind where Tony also straddled. “Bill, lay over Tony's back so he's sandwiched between you and Ming.” When I complied our three butts hung over the front cushion of the chair with Ming on the bottom, Tony in the middle and me on top. Ming and I were still inserted in Tony's tight bottom. “Ready? This should be fun.”
Andy pressed his marble-like pecs to my back and wrapped his arms around the pile of guy flesh on the chair until he held Ming's waist in his hands. Suddenly Ming started to thrash around, shaking the chair, and his cock stiffened instantly to full hardness and started to twitch against mine in Tony's hole. However, Andy had full control so Ming wasn't able to move enough to slip away.
“What are you doing? It's too big,” Ming almost screamed. “It's so hard. Oh. Oh. Oh. It's in. I feel so full.”
“That's just half my tip. Here's the rest of the head,” Andy remarked as he gave a quick stab and Ming yelped in surprise. “Here's some of the shaft.” Ming moaned. “That was my rim rubbing your prostate. Everybody likes that. Try it some more.” He gave Ming a couple of minutes of stimulation until I felt Ming's cock erupt inside Tony's gut spraying my member with his hot seed.
“That was great. I never had such good sex.”
“I just used the first eight inches, Get ready. Here's the rest.”
“What are you doing? I feel you moving inside me. Where is it going? I feel it in my belly. It's so big. It's rubbing that spot all the time. How much more is there?” Ming was growing more frantic.
“Just another eight or nine inches,” Andy assured him.
“You're doing great big brother. Rub your hand on your stomach and you can feel him inside.”
“I can feel him just fine already. He's like a steel pole in my gut. Every move I try to make feels like my internal anatomy is rearranging itself around him. Oh. That's his balls on my ass. It feels like the tip is near my heart. Oh. He's pulling out. Now it feels like I'm being turned inside out.”
I was a bit envious that Ming was getting a second fuck while I waited. Of course there was no point in being upset with Andy helping Ming explore his sexuality. It's what he does. So I figured I might as well help out and have a bit of fun too. I started to make steady strokes inside Tony, rubbing my shaft along the full length of Ming's embedded pole that was already twitching from the internal massage he was getting from Andy.
“Yeah, Bill, I like that. It's like two different voices singing in my gut. You're the base and Ming's the tenor. Do you like that too, Ming?”
“What? Tony? I feel…I…”
I felt Andy pound an ultimate stroke into Ming's gut and unleash his cum. Ming went wild and unloaded in Tony's hole triggering Tony and I to join in the mutual orgasm.
“Wow. That was a good one,” sighed Tony. “It looks like I sprayed your face again Ming. Ming?” Tony shook Ming's shoulders. “Are you OK?”
“Tony? Yes. I'm OK. I can still feel Andy. Oh. Oooh. He's still shooting in my gut. I'm going to… to…again.” He tensed all his muscles, moaned and sprayed my pole.
“Ming,” called Tony again with more concern. “Ming.”
“Tony?” Ming answered weakly. “I must have blanked out for a second. Andy has stopped now but I still feel him in me. I loved it but I'd be like your roommate if he keeps going.”
“I kept going on our first fuck, but I want you to remember more this time,” put in Andy. “I'll ease out now and give Bill what he's been waiting for.”
“It was great, Andy. Oh. Even pulling out makes me tingle all over. Ah. It's out. I think I'm leaking.”
“Don't worry, Ming,” assured Tony. “That's normal after sex with Andy. He must have dumped a quart of cum into your gut. You'll leak for a while until your ring recovers from being stretched so wide. I'm still leaking Andy's cum and some that you and Bill just added. Of course, it's impossible to get a really good seal with two cocks up your butt.”
“Well I'm not leaking and I want to be,” I complained. As if to answer I felt Andy press against my back door. It spread my butt cheeks easily. The juice covering it felt cool against my skin. The tip nestled in the center of my ass lips. Andy pressed in just a half inch or so as my sphincter nipped around the intruder. I tried to push back on it, but I was pinned between Andy and Tony. I felt Andy spew a couple shots of his precum into my hole. “Do it Andy. Fuck me hard. I've waited all summer for this.”
“Sure. Here's what you've been waiting for.”
I felt my hole stretch as his flesh entered me slowly but irresistibly. The ring snapped to the shaft once the wider bulb popped into my bowels. I could sense each bump and vein along its surface as more and more eased through the sensitive band of muscle. The tight fit wiped the excess juices that still coated his member from its previous immersion in Ming's depths. They flowed down my crack, over my balls and cock until blocked by the lips of Tony's ass to pass down Ming's cock.
Andy expanded my intestines as he pushed deeper. There was constant pressure on my joy button that was only heightened by the pulsing of the shaft as the blood spurted through it driven by the slow throb of Andy's heart. More entered me until he was into the areas only he could reach. I felt him press my abdominal muscles from the inside. He kept going until the head poked the top of my belly just under my heart.
Andy just left it there for the time being. It was an inescapable presence in the center of my body, radiating warmth and beating slowly with a power that rocked my entire frame. My cock grew harder than ever, straining in the grip of Tony's gut and exciting Ming's well-used shaft back to hardness.
As Andy started his fuck strokes, he moved his hands to Tony's hips so he could slip Tony almost off the paired cocks as he withdrew his own. Then he would impale Tony as he impaled me. It drove me wild and both Tony and Ming writhed in pleasure from the new stimulation.
Andy drove me right over the top. I arched my back as I spewed a huge load up Tony's hole as he and Ming joined in the explosion. When I came off the peak I rested my head on Tony's back. Every nerve in my body was hyper-stimulated.
As Andy picked up the pace of his fucking I was propelled back to sexual delight. I could tell that Andy was building to his own climax and we were all going to get a wild ride. He pounded my ass harder and harder. The impact reverberated through the entire pile of male flesh coupled on the big chair. The slaps of flesh on flesh as Andy drove his sex spear into my guts was punctuated by the groans, grunts and moans as the three of us reacted to the impact.
Andy gave me a final stab, burying himself to the max while holding Tony onto my groin with Ming along for the ride. I felt his pipe pulse as he pumped me with his essence. Each load reverberated in my intestines with the force of a punch. My body was sweep up into a whole body spasm of sexual frenzy, pumping its offering into Tony's tiny body that was fluttering under my torso in his own ecstasy.
Unexpectedly Andy yanks his wildly beating member from the tight confines of my body. I barely had time to react from its snapping from my ass when I felt in plunging besides Ming and I deep into Tony, whose scream, more in surprise than pain, probably could be heard outside. My own cock was wedged against the sides of Tony's overstretched bowels as Andy filled the center outreaching me by almost a foot. As he continued to unleash his juice Ming and I were pumped dry by the muscular waves that passed down its surface.
Tony's body became stiff as a board as every muscle contracted in reaction to the sudden invasion. As I sensed Andy easing off his orgasm, Tony passed out. Every muscle grew slack as he collapsed onto his brother's chest who himself was gasping in exhaustion with his head rolled back on the top of the chair.
Just then the doorbell rang. “Come in,” shouted Andy.
As my cock dribbled its last I heard the door open and some commotion at the entry.
“Look at that,” someone said. “We'd better go.”
I managed to look up and spotted two big black guys. They were dressed in baggy sweat shorts and football jerseys. They were both about six foot five or six and very muscular. Defensive backs was my guess. The one on the right had a very big bulge in his shorts, but the other had a hand on his elbow trying to move him away.
As I was taking in the situation Andy reared back and stood up. The action whipped the entire two-foot cum-coated penis from Tony's tight butt. Ming's cock and mine were trapped by the flange of his withdrawing crown and ejected just before his cock head pulled clear with an audible pop. As Andy rose like a golden muscle god, his sexual equipment extended out over my back and I felt juices dripping onto the sweaty skin of my back.
“Hello Earl. I see you brought a friend,” greeted Andy. “You're welcome to stay. We're really just getting warmed up.”
The guy trying to leave just froze when he saw Andy. A confused expression passed over his face as he made eye contact. A big bulge that matched that of the other grew in his shorts.
“We're pretty informal here,” said Andy while walking over to the new guys. “You're way overdressed. What's your name?” Andy asked the nervous guy who was a few inches taller than he but had about 40 lbs. less muscle.
“Henry,” he stammered.
“There's nothing to be nervous about, Henry. We're all friends here.” Andy had walked right in front of him, his cock pressed against the guys football jersey had already splashed it with a couple of spurts of precum. Henry was just staring down at the cock head. Meanwhile his friend had stripped off his shirt and was stepping out of his shorts. His thick, twelve-inch cock was hard and dripping. “Let me help you with your shirt,” urged Andy.
I moved to the couch, leaving Tony and his brother sleeping peacefully on the chair in the afterglow of great sex. I lifted Luis up a bit to sit down then rested his head on my lap. He started to nurse my crown as I rubbed my hands on his hair and neck and relaxed to watch Andy in action.
Henry meekly let Andy lift his jersey over his head and toss it aside. Andy's cock head wound up resting in the valley between Henry's pectoral plates. “You're nicely developed, Henry,” said Andy rubbing his hands along the muscles of Henry's chest. “Those biceps must be eighteen inches. How do you like mine?” He asked raising his arm and putting Henry's hand on its 26 inch peak all the while staring into Henry's eyes. Henry seemed to be in a mental fog while Earl was now naked and watching the interplay between his friend and Andy.
“That's a nice six-pack,” continued Andy running his hand over Henry's flat, muscular, waist. “That's a good-sized bulge in your shorts too,” Andy remarked while wrapping a powerful hand around the cloth-covered shaft as a shiver ran through Henry's body. “I know it's not as big as mine, but it's nothing to be ashamed of. Let's have a look at it.”
Andy slipped Henry's shorts down until they dropped off his slim hips to the floor. Henry looked to also have a thick twelve-inch piece of uncut meat. It was by now fully hard with the reddish-brown tip poking fully clear of the darker flesh of the shaft. Andy smoothed the lube from the tip over his hand and pumped the shaft a few times, bringing forth more drops of natural lube.
“Here, have a feel of mine,” offered Andy moving Henry's hand to the middle of his pole. Henry wrapped his big hand on it, but it didn't quite fit all the way around the thick tube of flesh. “It looks like you'll need both hands.” Henry accepted the suggestion. “You can stroke it if you want.” Henry took the hint and started running his hands along the steely surface still heavily coated in slippery cum and juice from its adventures in probing the depths of Tony and I. Each stroke resulted in a small jet of Andy's precum that splashed over Henry's face and chest.
“You came already?” asked Henry questioningly.
“No that's only a few spurts of natural lube. A cock this big needs a lot. It tastes really good. Give it a try. Earl, show Henry how it's done. There's plenty for both of you.”
Earl, who had been standing by just watching, eagerly stepped beside his buddy. He gripped Andy's pole about half a foot below the tip and bent over to lick around the flange. He opened his mouth to its widest and stuffed the entire mushroom cap and a few inches of the shaft inside. You could see his tongue moving around his bulging cheeks as he cleaned the surface.
Andy had one hand behind Henry's neck. He used it to urge Henry to bend over until his head was just above where he held the slippery pole. He licked at the juices experimentally then with more and more enthusiasm, moving up and down, even removing Earl's hands and cleaning his fingers.
“Earl, give Henry a chance at my cock head,” Andy ordered. “You can lick my balls. See if you can get one of those big orbs into your mouth.”
Earl got to his knees while Andy split his massive thighs widely to give him access. Earl's nuzzled his nose into the sack, licking the surface while staring up along the impressive length of the shaft and Andy's muscular torso.
Henry took Earl's old spot. He jacked the top, watching the foreskin extend around the crown and retract back. He extended it again and poked his tongue inside, moving it around under the hood. Andy, with steady pressure on his neck, urged him to go down. Henry mimicked what he'd seen Earl do and opened wide enough to fit in the bulbous top. Andy rewarded his success with several spurts of precum that Henry swallowed eagerly.
“You've gotten me pretty clean, Henry. You can stand up now.” He was a bit reluctant to stop sucking on Andy's pole, but did as requested, however, he kept a hand holding the shaft. Andy put one of his massive arms around Henry's muscular waist and moved him until they stood face to face. Henry had to straddle Earl who was still on his knees ministering to Andy's balls.
Andy wrapped his other arm under Henry's and around his back, holding the rear of his head in his hand. With that and the arm about his waist he pulled Henry to him with their erect cocks pinned between their torsos. Henry's chest was pec to pec with Andy's broader and deeper one while Andy's bulging 26 inch arms between Henry's lats and his triceps forced his arms out to the side so Henry could only try and hold the huge melons of muscle that formed Andy's shoulders. Their thigh muscles dueled unequally too. Forced wider by Andy's huge muscles Henry lost contact with the floor and quickly wrapped his legs around Andy's waist to steady himself. Andy held the 240 pound stud in the air without the slightest strain.
I think it was only then, held helpless in the powerful grip of an Asian stud he'd only met moments before, but who had already dominated him physically and mentally, that Henry realized where this encounter would lead. “You're going to fuck me?” he whispered.
“What do you think?” Andy asked back quietly, his face only a couple of inches from that of the muscular black athlete he held in his arms.
“You're going to fuck me,” Henry repeated, this time with certitude. He kissed Andy strongly. His eyes went wide with surprise as Andy plunged his tongue into his mouth, but Henry was soon sucking it with gusto. Henry became quite excited, squirming in Andy's strong embrace, sliding his cock against Andy's thick pole and the rock hard sculpture that formed Andy's abdominals.
When they broke their kissing several minutes later, Andy just hoisted Henry over one shoulder. Henry's entire front side was smeared with Andy's precum. Andy was too, of course. Andy stepped away from Earl, popping out one of his orange-sized balls that Earl had managed to suck into his mouth.
“I'll take Henry to our bedroom. Earl, help Bill take his suitcases upstairs. You guys can have some fun together while I break in Henry.” He slapped Henry's ass once hard and walked out.
“Hi Earl. I'm Bill.” He walked over to the couch where I sat with Luis sucking my cock. He took a good long look at the chair where Tony and his brother were still sleeping. “That's Tony and his brother, Ming, on the chair. Andy sort of wore them out. This is Luis, Tony's roommate. It looks like he's almost recovered from being fucked.”
Luis pulled off my cock, leaving it glistening with his saliva and sticking straight up from my blond bush. He sat up next to me and pulled his knees up to his chest and fingered his hole. “I don't really recover for a day or two. I'm still leaking Andy's cum.” He dipped a couple fingers through the ring and brought them out dripping with cum that he licked off. “Tastes great though. Help yourself. There's plenty for everybody,” he offered, taking another gob.
“Thanks Luis, but I have my own supply.” I licked a couple fingers worth from my own leaking hole and then took another sample for Earl. “Try some.” He did.
“I'm not gay.”
I looked up at Earl. “You're standing here naked with your cock pointing to the ceiling, licking cum from my asshole, and waiting your turn to be fucked, but you're not gay?”
“That's not what I mean. I have a girlfriend.”
“Luis and Tony have girlfriends and Ming is married and they like sex with guys. I'm 100% gay though. I love all cocks, but nothing beats Andy's.”
“Bill, Tony and I dumped our girls. We're a couple now,” asserted Luis.
“Oh. Congratulations. So, Earl, how did you meet Andy?”
“I was at the football weight-room about 6:00 AM yesterday. I like to do my heavy work early. I'm usually the only one there at that hour. I was getting ready for some heavy work on the leg press machine. When I heard someone ask if I needed a spotter. It was Andy. He was carrying a barbell in one arm. It must have been stacked with 600 pounds that had bent the thick bar into a substantial arc. As I stared he curled the weight with one arm, showing the biggest biceps I'd ever seen. After a dozen reps I saw his cock extend below the leg of his shorts. It rose up and pointed at me. Then Andy asked me if I wanted to help him with his workout. I did. It was the best sex I ever had, but my memories are a bit confused. The next thing I am certain of is Henry asking if I was Ok. I was sitting on the floor of the showers with the cool water spraying me. When I found my clothes there was a note asking me to come here today and bring a friend.”
“Tony and I got an e-mail,” added Luis.
“It sounds like Andy set up a little housewarming party. We may have more visitors. Luis, I'd like you to stay down here and meet anyone who arrives. We can pile their clothes in the entry closet. I'm sure they can have fun together until Andy gives them their turns. Meanwhile, Earl, let's bring my bags up and see how Henry is doing with a couple feet of cock up his butt.”
There were a couple rooms at the front of the second floor. One had a queen bed and the other was set up as a study with a couple desks and computers. Sounds from the back room indicated that we'd find Andy and Henry there. We put the suitcase in the hall and went to see the action.
A king-sized bed dominated the bedroom. Andy was sitting on one corner of the huge bed with his legs split to allow one on each side of the corner. He had Henry sitting on his lap, facing him. Andy was holding the big black stud by his flaring lats. Henry's muscular legs were draped over Andy's arms, his knees bent over the crook of Andy's elbows. Henry was completely helpless in this position. The best he could manage was to wrap his arms around Andy's thick neck to steady himself.
It appeared they were resting up, but I could tell that was deceptive. Henry had obviously already had a few orgasms. There was cum streaked all over his and Andy's chests, faces and hair, some very recent and just starting to drip. He was staring right at Andy's smiling face, but the eyes were unfocused. Every few seconds the eyes would open wide and his entire body would shake for an instant. The cause was not evident, but for anyone who has experienced sex with Andy the signs were unmistakable. Andy's sex pole, as powerful as the rest of him, was rocking Henry's body as it spewed jet after jet of cum deep inside.
“Hi guys,” greeted Andy as he spotted us. “Earl, thanks for bringing Henry. He's a real athlete. I think he may be able to handle another round or two.”
Henry understood Andy's last remark. His eyes seemed to focus on Andy for an instant and then he looked over at Earl. However, his body was rocked again and his mind returned to the overwhelming sensations being generated internally.
Clearly we had some time to pass before Andy finished, so I decided to help Earl experiment with another aspect of his sexuality. I pushed my muscular butt into his groin, rubbing his rampant twelve-inch cock into my crack. He didn't react immediately to my actions, as he was still intent on what Andy was doing with his friend. Earl was half a foot taller than I and with his pole sticking up another foot I couldn't get the head into my hole even on tiptoes. I took matters into hand by reaching behind me to rotate him near horizontal so I could slip it in.
“What are you doing?” Earl asked, finally noticing my efforts, but not stopping me.
“Having some fun while we wait for Andy.” I had split my legs a couple of feet to open my glutes a bit and was adjusting my height on my toes to get him aligned. “This would be easier if you helped.”
He didn't help, but he didn't try to move away either. I felt his cock hit the right spot and pushed my ass back. He started to spread me open and I did half a step on my toes backward. His crown popped in. Earl tried to pull out then while I tried to move back with him to keep him in. I lost my balance and fell against him. He wrapped me with his arms to keep me from toppling to the floor. When we were steady again he was in a half-squat with both knees between my thighs and all twelve- inches in my gut. It may only be half as thick and half as long as Andy's, but it sure felt good. I squeezed my internal muscles around it.
“You're nice and tight. It feels pretty good,” commented Earl.
“Let me bend over the end of the bed and you can fuck me. I've already been fucked by Andy this afternoon and you can feel how well lubed I am with his cum, so you don't have to hold back. Show me what a black muscle stud can do.”
“You asked for it, fag boy.”
He eased me into position, grabbing my hips. Slowly he withdrew his shaft until the rim bumped my ring from the inside. Then he plunged back at full speed, smacking his groin on my ass loudly. He tried to pull it out just as quickly, but I squeezed him again and he slowed a bit and moaned as the friction affected him.
Meanwhile, Andy had dumped Henry onto his back in the middle of the bed and was on his hands and knees above the overwhelmed football jock. He still had his legs hooked around Andy's arms which had him bent double and raised his ass off the mattress. Andy was plowing his partner with almost the full length of his two-foot cock at a pretty good pace. Henry was covered in sweat like he might after a hard practice on a summer day. Andy's face was hovering about a foot over his. I could see that Henry was staring right into Andy's eyes. I recognized it because it's something I do too when the world seems to be spinning out of control.
A hard slap of a hand on my ass cheek brought my thoughts back to Earl. He was certainly fucking me with energy and enthusiasm. He just wasn't hitting the best spots. I adjusted my position a bit until he started connecting.
“Feel that spot. There. Try and hit that when you plunge in and rub it as much as you can.”
“Because it makes me feel good. What's the point of having a big dick if you don't know how to use it? Guys that are bigger and thicker have a natural advantage since they can get more friction on the sensitive spots, but if you don't know how it's just a pain in the butt.”
“Is that why Andy is so good? How's that stroke?”
“Good. Good. You're getting it. Andy has the Stradivarius of cocks and is a virtuoso at playing it. You and Henry are very nicely equipped. You just need practice. Ah. Oh. That's it. You're a quick learner. Let me know if you someone to help you polish your skills.”
A sharp cry drew our attention back to Henry. His body was bouncing up and down several inches as Andy's cock fluttered wildly while erupting inside him. He was experiencing the ultimate in sexual frenzy that his earlier orgasms had been but a prelude. His cock shoots bullets of cum like a machine gun. I'm hit with several volleys. After a minute he runs out of ammunition, but he is still being wracked by Andy's continued release. Finally Andy finishes and withdraws, leaving a totally exhausted Henry sprawled on the bed.
Andy is kneeling on the bed between Henry's widely split thighs. His mammoth pole extends over the prone jock's body angled upward at about 45 degrees. A small white ribbon of liquid cascades from the tip with only a hint of the force that propelled it moments before as the flow is just slightly modulated by the gentle contractions still lingering several minutes after the start of Andy's explosion. The discharge forms a small lake on Henry's belly with the muscles of his abdominals as islands poking through the surface, the brown skin contrasting sharply with the liquid. I suppose I could compare Henry's soft cock to a beached whale, but that might be taking the image too far.
Andy turns his head toward us and makes scans Earl with a look that says Ð next. Earl stops his assault on my hole in mid stroke. He understands.
Andy gets off the bed and moves behind Earl. He pushes Earl tight to my butt. Earl's cock jerked upward when Andy penetrated his backdoor. He started breathing rapidly as Andy filled him with inch after inch. Earl was trapped. He couldn't move forward because he was plugged to the root in me and if he tried to move back he only impales himself more on Andy's stake of flesh.
A tremor runs through Earl's body as Andy punches his joy button. He pulls Earl's hips back, sliding about half his cock out of my ass, while embedding another six inches of his. Then he pushes Earl back to the hilt into me while no surrendering any of the internal territory he dominated. Another pull and he plunges deeper into an ever more frantic jock who realizes that he is a helpless boy-toy for this dominant Asian stud.
Earl's mounting panic is quickly overcome by the sensations of pleasure arising from the stimulation of his cock and ass. I feel his cock expand in my bowels, begin to pulse and jet its seed. His strength seems to drain with this initial release as he slumps over my back. I can still feel Andy pumping him and know that this round is just beginning.
“Let's move Earl onto the bed. He'll be too weak in a while to stand.” Andy put his big arms around my chest and lifted Earl and I into the center of the bed. He laid me with my head on Henry's abdomen as my pillow, a wet pillow. My head splashed into the pool of cum that covered it. I lapped it up. Earl rested on my back, his head on my shoulder, and his legs between mine. My legs were splayed much wider as Andy split Earl's thighs to allow best access for deepest penetration.
“You've worn Earl out already. He's just dead weight on my back now.”
Andy slapped Earl's ass hard. I felt the impact reverberate through his body. He snapped his head up from my back as it shocked him awake.
“What? What's happening?”
“You passed out for a minute. I expected a big guy like you would have more endurance.”
“I'm sorry. I feel funny. I don't know what got into me.”
“Two feet of thick Chinese cock are what's gotten into you. It's right into your belly. Feel that. That's my cock slipping through your gut.”
“I love that. Keep going.”
“I'm going to fuck you until you collapse, just like your buddy here and like I did with you yesterday. Henry shot five times before he passed out, but I lost you after only one. So, I want you to concentrate on fucking Bill. It will help you stay focused when the action gets heavy. Now I want you to get on your knees and elbows and move your hips between my groin and Bill's ass.”
Earl followed Andy's orders and his weight lifted from me and he started pulling his cock out. It felt like he got about eight inches before bottoming out on Andy and starting back in. Andy told him he had the idea, but pick up the pace. He did and I could sense that he was getting back into it.
The bed really started rocking when Andy joined the action. He was pulling out of Earl when Earl was plunging into me. Then when Earl was on the out-stroke Andy would impale the black jock, slamming into his glutes before Earl could pop free of my ring. Since Andy's motion was about three times the amplitude of Earl's, he was moving much faster.
It sure felt good to me. I was pushing my butt up to meet Earl's plunges. I reached down to stroke my cock that was again hard.
“I think he's getting the hang of it, Andy,” I observed.
“You may be right. It's time to give him a bit of reward.”
Andy speared Earl harder than ever, driving him down until he was pinned between us. I felt Earl shake as Andy began to unleash a torrent within him.
Earl screeched in shock as the sensations built. “What? Oh! Oh. Yes! I'm coming. Ooooh.”
I feel Earl's hot seed spurt into me as I released into the sheets. The pleasant glow of a good climax had barely dimmed when I felt Andy resume his fuck to build up for round two.
Slap. Slap. Slap. I heard the sound and felt the impact as Andy urged Earl to get moving again. He did.
The recent commotion must have roused Henry. I felt his body shift a bit under my head and a hand rubbed through my hair. I turned to look at his face and saw him prop up his chest with an elbow and look around at the scene on the bed.
“I must have been out for a time. You're the guy who fucked me. Andy?”
“Yes. That's right.”
“I'm Bill, Andy's roommate,” I inserted. “Nice to meet you.”
“I can hardly believe I was fucked by that thing except that my body knows it was in there. I can feel your cum leaking out a bit too. Earl, how do you like it?”
“I don't think Earl is interested in conversation just now,” I offered.
“Yeah. He does seem to be busy. He makes a good filling for your sandwich.”
I felt Henry's cock poke the back of my head. I turned around and saw that it had started to come back to life since he woke up. He was partially hard and his head was poking about halfway clear of his hood. I licked at the tip and it jerked at the touch.
“Would you suck it for me?”
I didn't need a second invitation. I bent my neck and got the head and about half the shaft into my mouth and went to work on it. It responded immediately growing harder and filling out to its full twelve inches. That pushed a couple more inches into my mouth. Henry had one of those cocks that are kind of streamlined. The head doesn't flare much beyond the thickness of the shaft and gradually grows thicker toward the base. It makes it easy to slip it down your throat, but I really like the extra friction a wide flange gives in the gut.
“Why don't you turn around and let Bill between your legs. He'll have better access,” suggested Andy.
I backed off his cock to let him move. He propped his back up with a couple pillows, split his legs and raised his knees. With my head between his strong thighs, I wrapped an arm around his leg to grab his cock that had snapped to his abdomen and put it in my mouth. I swallowed it to the root and nuzzled my nose in his wiry pubic hair that was still soaked in cum.
I was getting some good action with a foot-long black pole in both my mouth and butt. I'd push back letting Henry's tube slide through my lips until Earl's plugged to the hilt in my butt, pushing me forward until I had my face mashed into Henry's groin.
“I always hated it when I saw a gay guy checking me out. I despised them. Now I'll be checking them out. You've really opened my eyes.”
“And your ass,” added Andy.
“I'm sure I'll never be quite as much of a 'tight ass' again.”
At this point Andy started raising the tempo. He started pounding Earl harder and faster. That meant I was hit harder too. Earl was grunting and moaning as he started getting closer. After a minute he groaned and shot another load in my ass. Andy just kept pounding him, building to his own explosion.
Earl tried to keep going, but I could tell he was just being carried along by Andy manhandling him. I squeezed my ass around Earl's cock that stayed hard even after he released a load. I was trying hard to milk Henry too, who was rewarding me with moans and tasty precum.
Andy started things with an ultimate plunge into Earl's abused ass. The stimulation from his wildly pulsing cock brought Earl to another climax more intense than his last. I shot my own load as I gulped down a hefty shot of Henry's cream.
I was awakened by the feeling of a large cock rubbing alongside my own. This was not at all unusual for me. Since starting college over a year and a half ago and rooming with Andy Wang, I normally find myself roused by some sort of sexual stimulus. More than likely it's the feeling of Andy plugged deep in my gut.
If you haven't read my earlier experiences, perhaps I ought to explain. Andy Wang defined the role of sex god. He was an incredibly handsome Chinese-American, a mass of muscle 6’4” tall and 280 lbs. with not an ounce of body-fat. His 60-inch chest tapers to a 30-inch waist with 6-pack abs. His 26-inch arms and massive thighs can lift a thousand pounds like most guys handle ten. His golden skin glows in the light, smooth and hairless except for a silky black bush above his cock. A cock that is awesome enough at 15 inches soft hanging between his muscled legs, but hypnotic when it extends a two-foot pole of steel, as thick as a wrist, crisscrossed with pulsing veins, topped by a reddish head as big as a fist, spurting pre-cum like most guys cum. But when he unloads, his orange-sized balls can pump quarts with enough force to cross a large room and keep it up all night.
Given his physical attributes, Andy was anybody's wet dream. If he would make eye contact with a person they would fall under his spell. Just a simple touch on the hand would complete the seduction. The person, male or female, was unable to resist him. A few minutes later they would be experiencing the most incredible sex they'd never imagined. When I first met he said he wasn't always like this. He was changed somehow one morning. I didn't understand it when he told me, but I'm more than happy to take advantage of it.
That's what I experienced almost every night and morning as Andy's roommate last year. This year we moved off campus to a furnished university townhouse that Andy arranged to use rent-free; probably after a few hours of sexual persuasion to the right people. Andy would be out most weeknights satisfying the sexual fantasies of dozens of lucky students while I would study. He didn't need to, always seeming to know any material needed. At the end of the evenings he'd come home to fuck me. Weekends were our time to really party and I would get to go along to gatherings where he'd take on a whole fraternity or we'd have a couple dozen friends at our place for a two day orgy.
I'm Bill Foster, a collegiate swimmer, 6', 195 lbs. I've got a defined muscular build and a nice 10 inches too, though nothing to compare with Andy's monster. I'm a natural blond and Andy finds blonds really sexy.
Spring break had started yesterday afternoon. We were staying home, but don't feel sorry for me. Andy had arranged for plenty of his friends to drop by. I was feeling a nice friction from the large cock rubbing mine. It seemed a bit longer than mine, though not as thick. As my senses cleared a bit from the haze of sleep, I could feel that our poles were sharing a warm wet cavity that was being tightly stretched by the two members invading it.
A soft moan prompted me to open my eyes and got a big surprise when I recognized the face of Jun, the lovely, and quite petite, Chinese-American wife of Ming. Ming was Tony Han's older brother. He had driven up yesterday with his wife to take Tony and his Hispanic friend and lover, Luis, back to Southern California for the vacation. Since Ming had encountered Andy at the commencement of the year while dropping his brother off, this trip was certainly planned to introduce his wife to the same experience that he enjoyed, while getting another round with Andy himself.
I remember the shocked expression on Jun's face when they walked into our living room, seeing Tony and Luis fucking furiously on the couch. Then Andy came up from the basement recreation room and she was instantly under his spell.
The expression on Jun's face this morning was bliss, not shock. Actually, I might have been a bit shocked, since I'm 100% gay and I was definitely balls deep into her cunt. Though sharing it with another guy made it a bit more acceptable to me.
Jun had definitely been given the full treatment from Andy. Cum had dried on her face when she obviously couldn't swallow fast enough and it spurted through her lips. Numerous streams had matted her fine black hair. Her pussy was fully soaked with Andy's juice that provided great lube for the current activity. I'm sure her gut was full too. I know mine was. In the morning after a night with Andy I'm certain no one in the house wasn't filled beyond capacity.
Behind Jun's head I saw the face of my third partner in this morning's activity. I recognized him as the black basketball player who had arrived later in the evening. A big guy, about 6' 11”, and an eleven-inch cock, if I remembered right. I believe I had fucked him a couple months ago when Andy visited the team locker room after a game.
“Morning,” he said, seeing that my eyes were open. “Do you mind if I change our position a bit?” He didn't wait for my answer before rolling me onto my back with Jun face down on top of me as he settled between my spread thighs while never losing our dual penetration of Jun, still sandwiched, her legs widely split beyond my own, giving him plenty of access to her sopping cunt from the rear.
He started an aggressive fuck on Jun, doggy style, while I relaxed and enjoyed the stimulation. Jun gave a strangled little cry as she came almost immediately. Her muscles spasmed around our shafts. However, the black stud was just getting started, so she was soon stimulated to a second orgasm and a third. Jun's body bucked wildly, her head swinging side-to-side, waving the strands of her long, black, hair over my face. Finally, I felt the start of the cum explosion from my partner and joined him with my own spurting seed, our offerings mixing with the large load Andy already deposited. Jun's final orgasm wracked her body, leaving her limp on top of me. Satisfied, the black guy pulled out, and, without further comment left the bed and room.
I saw we had ended the evening, or begun the day, in the basement recreation room. Recreation in our home means sex, so it had been equipped with four large beds, one in each corner. I saw Ming on another bed being fucked by his younger brother while Luis sucked his cock. Andy must have been upstairs with another guest. I felt Jun begin to stir again.
“Good mooring, Jun,” I greeted her.
She looked down on my face, probably really in control for the first time since awakening. “Bill?” She inquired.
“Yes, Bill,” I assured her. “We met last night.”
“Oh. What's happening?” She cried, realizing that she was naked in bed with me. She rolled on her side, letting my cock slip from her body. It slapped up against my abdominals, coated in cum. She stared at it, fingering the tender lips of her vagina that was continuing to ooze some of the fluids that filled it. “Did I have sex with you?”
“Yes, eventually. Do you remember Andy? Andy Wang”
“Andy?” She murmured. “He was big, so much bigger than Ming,” she said, remembering. “We. We. It was wonderful. No. No. What will Ming think of me?”
“Don't worry. Ming had sex with Andy too. In fact, I'm sure he brought you here just to meet Andy. He wanted to share him with you. I'm sure you had fun.”
“It's so confusing. My body is still so sensitive. It tingles in places I've never felt before. But, I do like it,” she remarked, smiling at me. “Where is Ming?”
“Over there,” I answered, looking across the room while she followed my gaze to see her husband in hot gay action with his brother and friend. While she was still considering the scene, Andy walked in with a guy I knew from the wrestling team. Andy had already pinned him a few times this morning based on the fresh cum dripping off his body.
He saw Jun and I on the bed and came over. With his massive muscles gleaming in a light sheen of sweat, he looked magnificent. He dwarfed the smaller wrestler, who was about my size, but much more muscular. Jun was staring at Andy's hard cock that stood straight up in front of his body, bubbling a bit of pre-cum.
“Hi, Jun. How are you this morning?” Andy asked, sitting down on the bed next to her. “I think I'll fuck you again,” he said, stroking the tits of her pert breasts that instantly hardened to firm points as a flush of blood colored her skin. Her hand wrapped part way around the firm pole of his shaft about halfway up its two-foot length.
Jun contemplated the man who was about to possess her again. “Will I get pregnant?” She whispered.
“Only if you want to,” Andy assured her. “Do you want to have my son?”
Jun's eyes screamed yes, but she replied, “I can't agree without Ming.”
“Ming, come over here,” Andy directed. As Ming began to disentangle himself from Tony and Luis to obey Andy's summons, I pulled the wrestler down onto my lap, slipping my 10 inches up his cum dripping ass. I figured I should have my own fun while watching Andy with a woman. While I' d known he'd fucked hundreds of women in the university, this was my first opportunity to see him in action that way.
Ming hustled over with Tony and Luis trailing behind. He looked at his wife, her hand still gripping the middle of the long pole of flesh sprouting from Andy's groin. Andy looked him square in the eyes and asked, “Do you want me to have a son with your wife?”
Ming nodded his assent as Jun looked on and smiled broadly. Andy put his hands around her small waist and lifted her effortlessly in the air, holding her suspended. The large blunt mushroom cap of his sex spear nestled between her firm breasts. Jun's small hands still held it at about a foot below that point as Andy smeared her skin with his slippery natural lube.
Andy lifted her higher, letting her hands slip along his length until the flaring crown pressed onto her fingers. Her hands now held him just in front of the gash that marked her entrance. Andy looked far too big to fit the small opening. Jun shuddered as she pressed the flesh to her clit and was rewarded with a spurt of fresh juice from the tip.
“Put me in your wife,” Andy directed Ming. Ming reached around his wife's hips and brushed his hands on top of hers before taking hold of Andy from her. She held onto the top of Andy's head as Ming pushed the steely point at her tight opening. Everyone watched silently as it disappeared in her body.
Everyone but Jun that is. It drove her frantic, yielding a continual string of high-pitched squeaks and moans. Suddenly you could see her every muscle go taut. She threw her neck back so she was looking up at the ceiling, arched her back and split her legs out about 45 degrees, feet pointed and toes curled. She remained frozen in that position for almost a minute as her skin flushed and she breathed in shallow pants, uttering not a sound. At the end she exhaled loudly and you could see her muscles slack. She now rested limply in Andy's grip, sweating heavily. It was a foretaste of what was to come because Andy was only a quarter in her.
The next motion of Andy continuing to penetrate her sent another wave of pleasure through her body that snapped her eyes wide and the muscles all over her body trembling. Again and again she was pushed into an orgasm that drained her energy only to be reinvigorated by the next motion as Andy moved slowly deeper inside her warm womb.
Andy took about fifteen minutes to completely penetrate her. I think I spotted at least half a dozen orgasms wash over Jun, but there might have been more because toward the end she was definitely dazed and had lost muscle control with legs, arms and body twitching in an uncoordinated fashion.
Andy let her rest on his lap. He had about twenty inches up inside her, leaving a four inch cylinder near the base, as thick as Jun's forearm, joining her to his groin. He cradled Jun's back, holding the 5' 2” delicate Asian beauty against his chest, her head resting on the firm pillows of his massive pectoral plates. Jun sat in the valley between Andy's tremendous thighs, each one bigger around than her torso. Her legs were bent up near her waist to allow her to accept most of Andy's pole. It seemed certain that way up inside her the blunt head must be pressed to the top of her uterus, but I knew Andy would be careful with this delicate flower.
“Ming, bring some towels soaked in cold water. I want your wife to be refreshed before we continue.”
When Ming returned Andy started cleaning Jun off. The cool water revived her. Her eyes focused on Andy and her body began to respond. She relaxed as Andy cleaned off the residue of a night of non-stop sex. Finished he tossed the towel back to Ming and bent his head forward to kiss Jun who returned it passionately, caressing his large tongue with her own as he explored her.
“How do you feel?”
“Wonderful. So alive. You' re so big,” she observed looking down to where Andy entered her. “I can feel you way up here,” rubbing her body just below the level of her firm breasts. “When your heart beats the big vein on top of your shaft pressed my button. It's so exciting. But before, when you were moving, I was on fire. I. I. I can' t describe it.” She looked up at Andy' s face. “I don't want it to be over,” she whispered.
“Actually that was just the prologue. I wanted you to recover a bit so you would remember when we created our child. Do you think you are ready?”
She nodded and licked he lips as she stared back at him. Andy hooked her knees in the crook of his elbows as he held her back, pressing Jun to his torso as he laid her onto the center of the bed. He placed a couple pillows beneath her hips. His body hovered over hers, almost three times her size and weight. The few inches of dark shaft that extended beyond the blood engorged lips of her pussy throbbed with quiet power. Silently, her lips mouthed the plea, “Fuck me.”
Slowly Andy withdrew several inches from her body and, just as slowly, shoved it back. The effect on Jun was electric. She wrapped her arms around her chest and hugged herself tightly, upper body rocking, while moaning softly. Andy continued, longer and faster, building to his climax. Jun thrashed on the bed below him. She tensed with the first orgasm of this new round, then relaxed, sweating and panting as the pleasure continued.
Another orgasm hits her. She shrieks. Her hands grab at the boulders that form Andy's shoulders. Her nails try to press into the skin, but can't dent the firm muscle. The pleasure is continuous and too much for the woman to stand as Andy strokes through her body. The cries of joy echo through the house. She is close to collapse when Andy plunges in for the final stroke and begins to unleash his seed.
Jun had a few seconds to recognize that Andy had stopped. You could see her begin to recover when she felt the throbbing of the incredible phallus that transfixed her body. Her eyes grew wide as the first pulse plunged down the shaft and must have been clearly felt as it moved up the flesh of her tightly stretched vaginal canal and spewed into her uterus.
Now Andy doesn't normally release sperm when he ejaculates. When he does it is special, having a superman's seed swimming through your body. He gave it to me on our first night as roommates and each year on my birthday. While normal sex with Andy is intense, this is a whole different level.
I could see her sense it, just a little, as the first legion is deposited inside her and begin to move. More and more spew forth filling her up and starting to explore. I see she can feel them. It's like a wave of pleasure spreading out from the epicenter that is the tip of Andy's pulsing sex organ.
“Oh! Oh! Oooh!” She ejaculated, her voice rising in pitch and volume. Her arms wrapped around the thick pillar of Andy's neck. A muscle spasm lifted her entire body off the bed, only supported by her arms and the pole that speared her body. She remained locked in this embrace of Andy for over a minute before her arms let loose and she collapsed to the bed unconscious, yet still wracked by the spasms of a continuous orgasm.
I came up the ass of the wrestler sitting on my lap as other onlookers joined in. I saw Ming shoot his load over the prostrate form of his wife as Andy finished inseminating her and began to remove himself from her body. Jun continued to writhe on the bed, stimulated solely from the swimming sperm within her.
It was early afternoon before Jun's body relaxed into a deep contented sleep. Andy had another round with everyone in the meantime. I was one of many, including her husband, Ming, that dipped into the unconscious Jun's flooded twat. My cock was massaged to orgasm by Andy's squirming seed. My sperm had no chance in a battle with Andy's. I could feel some of his seed swimming up my tube, even against my ejaculation, where they tingled my nut sack for the next day, keeping me constantly erect.
After a lunch we dressed Jun's limp body and helped Ming, Tony and Luis load their SUV for the trip south.
A couple weeks later, we confirmed Jun's pregnancy. Jun had her son just before Christmas.
Tony brought us pictures when he started the spring semester. The baby was nine pounds at birth and had Andy's facial features. His four-inch stiff cock surprised the doctors in the delivery room. Tony says the baby has been named Andrew Ming Han. He eats constantly and is growing quickly. Jun has had her hands full with the new baby and Ming has taken some leave from work to help out.
However, after the first couple weeks, we had trouble finding out information. They insisted all was well but really provided nothing new. Andy promised to visit over spring break, but Ming and Jun said they would bring young Andy up for a visit.
So our break this year was not planned as the continuous orgy we had last year. Andy had combed the toy stores for gifts for his infant son. We cleaned and straightened the house in anticipation of their visit, though we knew the three-month-old couldn't possibly notice.
Just Andy, Luis, Tony and I awaited their arrival. Just after five we heard a knock on the door. When we opened the door we all had a big surprise. Jun and Ming flanked a young boy, just a bit shy of four feet tall, about the size of a ten year old. But he was like a miniature version of our Andy. He had his arms possessively around the waists of two young guys who appeared to be high school athletes. He had a big smile but everyone else appeared frazzled.
Needless to say, young Andy was not a normal baby. We learned he was talking in a week. By a month he was almost three feet tall and stronger than Ming. By six weeks he had discovered sex, first with his parents. At that age, about three and a quarter feet tall, his cock was twelve inches. He joined their bed one night and left both parents exhausted and satisfied. They got little sleep the next month until young Andy discovered the pleasures of the athletes at the local high school.
Now at three feet ten inches and one hundred fifteen pounds, young Andy had a sixteen-inch cock as thick as a beer can. He was a tiny version of his biological father with a muscular forty-two inch chest tapering to a twenty-inch waist. His eighteen-inch arms and twenty-six inch thighs appeared massive on such a small body. In the weight room at the high school he bench-pressed five hundred twenty pounds for a dozen reps. But he didn't go to the high school to exercise his muscles.
At the door, Jun introduced Andy to his amazing son. Randy and Hank, the high school athletes, were called his boyfriends.
“Mother, they' re not my boyfriends,” the youngster insisted. “They're just fuck buddies. It's a long ride. I can't go that long without sex and you and Ming aren't able to drive after we have sex.”
“He's right about that, Andy,” Jun confirmed. “Ming and I spent a week in bed with him when he discovered sex before he tried other partners. We gave the first pizza delivery boy a twenty dollar tip.”
“I really didn't expect this,” confessed Andy. “You should come in.”
Young Andy spotted Tony and Luis in the living room, dropped his buddies and ran to Tony. He hugged him about his waist and said, “You must be Uncle Tony.” He kissed Tony on the lips, pushing his tongue in Tony's mouth. “Let's have sex,” he stated, breaking the kiss and pushing Tony to the floor. Tony was under his spell and allowed the youth to pull off his clothes. Everyone was watching the scene, but the boy ignored us, concentrating on Tony.
“He's definitely your son,” I observed. “He has your sexual energy, but no experience with controlling it.”
“I think you're right, Bill. You're lucky, Jun, that he hasn't injured anyone in his enthusiasm. Has he produced sperm yet?”
“No. We would have certainly noticed that if his were anything like yours,” offered Ming. “But, he cums almost as much as you and hasn't gone more than two or three hours between sex sessions since he discovered it. He was fucking his buddies the whole trip from L. A. We asked him to give them a break when we reached the Bay Area so they could be ready for our arrival. It looks like he's recharged and ready to go again,” Ming added, looking at young Andy finish stripping Tony.
The kid pulled his tee shirt over his head, revealing an upper body development almost as big relative to his smaller size as his biological father's. His cock was already straining against the loose fabric of the baggy sweat pants he wore. He stood up over Tony and kicked off his shoes and socks. Tony tried to sit up but he pushed him back to the floor with a foot to the center of Tony's chest. He stepped between Tony's legs and pushed down his pants. The shaft of his cock stuck straight out from his groin with a slight upward arc. The head was an angry red mushroom sticking out of its foreskin. It spurted a stream of precum onto Tony's chest. He only had a few strands of black pubic hair above the shaft.
He knelt down and grabbed Tony's legs by the back of his knees, pushing them up and back to bend him double and upend his ass. A quick adjustment put the tip of his spear at his uncle's hole. He didn't waste time shoving all his sixteen inches up Tony's gut.
“Oh, you' re already soggy,” Andy exclaimed as his thrust displaced cum already filling Tony's ass.
“Yeah, Andy, the other Andy, did me this morning.”
I'll soon make you forget that, uncle,” the powerful youngster announced as he started to power his cock through Tony's slim body.
“Why is your son ignoring you, Andy?” I asked.
“I don't know,” answered Jun. “We told him who his biological father was. He's seen your picture and knows why we were traveling here.”
“Well he seems occupied for the time being with his uncle,” Andy observed. “I'll see how he handles himself. He certainly seems to be skillful. But there's no need for us to just stand around watching when we can have our fun too. Let me help you with your clothes, Jun. Luis, you can have some fun with Ming and Bill can handle your son's two buddies.”
Well that was enough for me. There's no need to puzzle over things when I could be having sex. I went over to the two high school studs and put an arm around each guy's waist. “Come with me,” I suggested, leading them to the recreation room downstairs. They allowed me to direct them while gazing at young Andy pounding his uncle. As we reached the steps, Tony's high pitched squeal announced his first orgasm.
I steered the boys to one of the four beds we had in our play area. We had changed all the sheets this morning, but one bed was already messed from our action with Luis and Tony and the room always retained a strong sex smell. I liked it. I was heading to one of the clean beds, but the boys pulled me toward the used one. They flopped down on the soaked sheets and started tossing off their clothes while I stripped by the bedside.
Randy was about five foot eight with a trim muscular body really just starting to develop. He had a nice six-pack and a seven-inch cut cock that was already hard. Hank was about five foot ten built like a young bodybuilder. He had a little treasure trail that led from hard abdominals to an eight-inch uncut piece that was standing straight up against his torso. Young Andy had them well trained. They were eager for male sex, staring at my ten-inch tool that was bubbling a bit of lube, anticipating the action.
I sat between them and shared a kiss with each one. I figured I'd get to know a bit about them before I fucked their brains out. They said they were both seventeen and juniors at their school. They were both on the wrestling team and were working out after class in the school gym with the rest of the team when Andy walked in. Someone demanded to know what he wanted. His answer was sex and the questioner the first. By morning everyone in the gym was exhausted. Their coach caught them in the morning, sprawled over the exercise equipment. Before he could react Andy had fucked him senseless.
Wow was all I could say. Apparently Andy has been working through the high school student bodies like his biological father has been doing at the university. The guys didn't know why Andy chose them for this trip, but the other students really envied them. I saw they'd had quite a ride on the trip here. Both their ass rings were red from the strain of accommodating Andy's thickness. Leakage had soaked the seats of their slacks in the few minutes they'd had them on.
I dipped a few fingers in Hank's hole. It was filled with cum as I expected. I tried a taste. It tasted like his father's. No sense in waiting, so I positioned Hank on his knees with his face in a pillow, and plugged my cock into his chute. I've gotten used to sloppy holes filled with warm cum. Of course, mine is the same way. Young Andy had his buddies trained well. Hank clamped down on my entering shaft, giving me great friction, in spite of the fact that I'm not nearly as big as what had been stretching him earlier.
As I got to down to a smooth, steady stroke, I directed Randy to straddle his buddy so I could eat out his ass. I pulled him back onto my mouth with a hand around his waist and one stroking his hard cock. I lapped the juices that had leaked down the crack and coated the back of his balls before probing his ring with my tongue. He moaned as I forced a couple inches inside, tapping the reservoir of sex juice stored within. A tasty flow coated my tongue until I pulled out, savoring the flavor before swallowing and going back for another.
After a few minutes of this, Randy asked if he could fuck me. I've never said no to that question, so in a few seconds I was sandwiched between the two high school studs, enjoying my cock up one ass while another stroked mine. It was Hank that came first, spurting his seed onto his chest and the bed sheets. The contractions of his orgasm, milked my cock, adding to the load in his bowels, while Randy mixed his seed with the juices I always held from my roommate. As the glow faded we disentangled and lay side by side by side on the large bed as our breathing returned to normal.
I'd not yet fully recovered when young Andy came down the stairs carrying his Uncle Tony over his shoulder. He'd already fucked him to exhaustion. Tony's exhaustion that is. Young Andy's 16 inch cock was standing straight up along his torso, dripping streams of pre-cum down its impressive length. Just looking at him made my cock hard. He saw the scene on the bed and locked eyes with me. I knew I was his next conquest and there was nothing I wanted more.
I've seen my roommate put guys under his spell, but he can control it and uses it only when needed. When I first met him he sensed I was gay and just let his natural charms seduce me. I guess the son, really only three months old, in spite of the way he looks and acts, can't control it yet. He just exudes a raw sexuality to everyone he's interested in and now that was me. I couldn't take my eyes off him as he deposited his uncle on one of the other beds and walked over here. He said something and the other guys rushed away. He was looking at me and his mouth was moving but I couldn't hear anything except a low rumble in my ears. I could see him clearly, his powerful body just in front of me, but the rest of the room was indistinct and blurry.
I knew he was a couple of feet shorter than I, but he seemed huge to my eyes, filling my field of view. He was kneeling on the bed between my spread legs. He lifted my upper body off the bed until I was facing him vertically suspended, my ass a couple feet above the bed, my legs were splayed with my knees hooked in the crook of his massive arms. He handled my weight as if I were no more than a stuffed play toy. And to him, I probably was. As I looked down, as if viewing the scene from a point outside my body, I saw his cock. It appeared to be glowing. Every few seconds a spurt of pre-cum leapt from the tip, spraying my body.
I lost sight of it as he positioned me above it. Then I felt the tip touch my hole. It felt hot to my skin. My ass lips were trying to suck it in. I wanted it inside me so badly. He lowered me onto himself as I felt my hole spread to welcome him. I felt bolts of his pre-cum spear into my already cum-coated gut. He was like a miniature version of his dad in so many ways. The cock wasn't that miniature as it forced its way inside, stretching me like only his father could.
He wasted no time sliding into the hilt. In a slow, smooth, motion he lowered my body onto his steel pole. It throbbed with each beat of his heart with a quiet power that dominated my senses. I remember looking down through the space between our bodies, my head high above his, seeing his calm face as he licked the shaft of my dick as it lowered past his mouth, looking past his muscular chest to his groin where the irresistible rod of flesh began, looking along its length, still a whole foot visible until it disappears in my bottom.
The shaft slowly sinks deeper as I descend toward his base. It goes further up inside me, spreading sexual sensations to my balls and straining cock that is now sliding in the valley between massive pectoral muscles. I explode. I started shaking and bright lights in a rainbow of colors seared my vision. I closed my eyes but it made no difference. I drifted.
My body was limp when I recovered awareness, though still held securely in the hands of my child stud. My face, his face and our torsos were soaked in my seed. I felt the last pulses of the fading orgasm pump a few weak spurts from my cock and looked down to see the sticky fluid running down the shaft and over my drawn-up balls to coat the initial inch of the thick cock that had now thoroughly penetrated my depths.
He looked up at me, a slight smile on his angelic face. He lifted me up, sliding my body over his rigid fuck-pole, spreading exquisite sensations of sexual pleasure through my body. My entire frame shuddered as I gasped out a loud moan. His smile broadened to a devilish grin when he saw his effect on me.
After raising me over a foot off his lap, he lets me slide down his pole. My balls press into his few strands of pubic hair as my cock rubs along the hills and valleys of his granite hard abdominals. I try and steady myself by gripping his shoulders between the flaring triangles of his strong neck and the boulders of his deltoids. As he continues a steady slow stroke, my excitement builds and builds. I give up to ecstasy as I explode again.
He was moving me faster when I recovered enough to notice. I barely had time to register the fact when the continuing stimulation from his internal massage of my gut overwhelmed me again. I think I screamed when I came again. I gave myself up to a sexual release. As I crested the peak, he came, throbbing with power and unleashing a torrent of his hot cum deep into my body. I lost all memory of time or place.
I was on my back on a bed. My knees were bent back to my chest. There was a huge cock up my ass. The world started to come back into focus. I saw Andy's son bent over my body. I remembered he had been fucking me. I thought I recalled him bouncing me on his lap. As my mind cleared, I saw the others from the house gathered around the bed. They seemed concerned about something. Andy had a hand on his son's shoulder, as if restraining him.
“Are you OK?” He asked.
“Sure. Your son has been fucking me. You know I always enjoy a good fuck and he's great.” I felt my cum drying on my body and face. “We just started and I must have already shot a few loads.”
“You shot ten times in the half hour we've been watching,” blurted out Tony. “He must've been doing you for well over an hour. Ming heard your screams and got Andy.”
“You weren't very coherent, but seemed to be enjoying the sex,” added Andy. “But after a while I figured I'd get my son to give you a breather.”
“He's your son for sure. I didn't know it was so long, but I know I enjoyed it. Oh god! I feel that cock way up inside me, almost as deep as you go. It's like a base drum beating in my gut. Can't you let him fuck me a bit more?”
“All right, Bill, he can do you once more, but then I'll have to insist he give you a chance to recover.” Andy removed his restraining hand from his son's shoulder and stepped back a bit. He watched, holding Jun and Ming to his side. His cum was dripping down the inner thighs of both husband and wife, so it was obvious what he was doing before coming to my rescue. But now the youngster and I were the centers of attention.
Young Andy flexed his cock inside me lifting my lower body, up to my shoulders, off the bed. He twisted around, sliding me across the sheets until my torso slid over the side. Relaxing his cock, my head and shoulders lowered to the floor. He stood on the bed over my ass, pulling out about half his 16 inch cock. He pushed down, plunging into my clutching hole while pressing on my upper thighs, bending my body into an arc. My toes touched the wooden floor behind my head. I stared up at his powerful body, towering over my ass.
Only half an inch of cock was visible above my widely stretched hole. My own ten inches was like a steel pole angled out over my head. It was thick, but his was over twice as thick. Each of his big balls spread on either side of his shaft like oranges. They forced my own, much smaller orbs, down, pressing them with their weight of stored cum.
He reached a strong hand between my legs, gripping my straining member at its midpoint, maneuvering it along my face until the head pressed my lips. I opened my mouth as he inserted the head of my own cock into my mouth. As he rested more of his muscular weight on my butt, three or four inches followed the crown into my oral cavity. I tasted the copious residue of my previous loads.
He eased out of my gut while relaxing some of the pressure bending me double, allowing a couple inches of my cock to ease from my taut lips along with a foot of his cock in my belly. He started pounding my butt while forcing me to fuck myself in my mouth. It was only seconds before I lost myself in pleasure, moaning continuously around the plug in my mouth while tasting my own pre-cum hat dripped steadily onto my tongue. I could just stare, eyes wide, at his stupendous shaft as he pounded my insides with foot-long strokes.
He wasn't wasting time building my pleasure. I came. It was all I could do to swallow my cum fast enough to avoid choking on my seed. I didn't go soft as he continued to stimulate my internal pleasure spots, now faster than ever. I saw his cock swell as his first burst passed down its full length as he plunged into my gut to the hilt for a final thrust. As he bottomed out, I felt him unleash his cum. As he pulsed powerfully in the center of my body, I flooded my mouth again with my second load.
Continuing to unleash his cum, he withdrew most of his massive shaft from my body until the flaring head beat against my prostate with each new jet. The loads he'd infused in my body became too much. Each new increment forced up a river of juice around the tight seal my ass lips made to his thick pole. As I watched, stunned, it flowed down the surface of my own cock. I strained to open my lips wide enough to allow enough of a gap around my cock to let it into my mouth. I was rewarded by the taste of his cum.
He must have unloaded for a couple minutes before I felt the throbbing in my gut fade. I wasn't counting, having all I could handle with my own spurting cock as his orgasm forced mine to go on and on. I swallowed furiously to handle the juices flooding my mouth from my own seed and the flood, ten times as much, that poured down my cock from my overfull colon. I was upset when the others watching the scene scooped up some of the overflow flowing down my pole for their own tasting, not that I could do anything about it with my head nailed to the floor by my own dick.
Finally the moment ended. The kid eased off me and my body relaxed and my cock pulled from my mouth. He reached down and grabbed my chest tossing me over his head as his cock was yanked out my body. I landed on my back in the center of the large bed, exhausted, but still tingling, from the aftereffects of great sex.
“He's a great fuck buddy,” I heard him exclaim. “But I'm a bit hungry now. Mother, how about some refreshment?” I saw Jun react to his demand by straddling her son's lap, sitting, facing him, on his rampant cock. With his maleness embedded in his mother's pussy, young Andy began to nurse strongly at his mother's breasts. I saw Jun toss her head in orgasm as her son continued to drink from her.
The young muscle boy pulled off the breast, licking a few drops that lingered on his lips. “Do you want to try some?” He asked, looking at his biological father. “I love it and it has everything a growing boy needs. Mom has two breasts and makes plenty of milk, so we can share. We can share mom's bottom too if you'll slide up beneath me like I do with Ming.”
Andy accepted his son's invitation by lifting him together with Jun onto his own lap. As he set them in place his own two-foot-long pleasure pole extended beneath his son's bottom, sinking into Jun's gash just below the spot where her flesh was pried open by the thick probe already impaling her. As Andy sunk about 18 inches of his prick into her, a penis that was 50% thicker than his son's, Jun's canal was stretched as it hadn't been since the birth of the boy that was now sharing her with his dad.
Of course, I doubt she thought anything about the unique sexual situation she was in. The stimulation from two massive cocks in her cunt as her fuckers drank deeply of the milk from her breasts had her in a continuous state of orgasmic bliss as she thrashed about in uncoordinated spasms in their combined embrace. Everyone else in the house was just watching the show.
After feeding for half an hour from the semi-delirious woman, both men allowed themselves to reach their own sexual peak, coming simultaneously, flooding Jun's womb with their male essence. Once their cum began to overflow her vessel, they lifted her off their still jetting hoses and placed her on the bed next to me. I tried to comfort her, holding her in my arms, her body still wracked by a continuing orgasm that showed no sign of fading. The Andy's two cocks sprayed their cum high in the air like a fountain. It rained down on everyone like a summer shower.
Andy hoisted his son off his lap, tossing him in the air with a twist, catching him when he'd rotated 180 degrees and allowing him to settle on his erupting cock in one swift plunge as the young boy wrapped his arms and legs around his father's powerful torso. They shared a deep kiss as the son's cock creamed both their chests, lubricating their muscles as their bodies embraced.
As Andy and son were sharing their passion, I rolled on my side to check out Jun. She was not shaking as violently anymore. Perhaps she was coming around, though her skin was still flushed and body warm and damp from sweat, covered, as we all were, with drops of spewed cum. A steady ooze from the massive load deposited in her body made it past the reddened lips of her cunt. I saw a small trickle of milk dripping over the shaped surface of her left breast. I leaned over to lap it up.
It had an unusual taste. It made my mouth tingle. I put my lips over her tit to try and get some more from the source. I was rewarded with a generous squirt that filed my mouth. I swallowed. I loved the taste now and wanted more. She had plenty to offer. I could drink from her breast as fast as I could swallow. My body felt warm.
As I drank deeply from her milk, my cock grew hard, but I didn't want to stop my feeding to satisfy my awakened sexual need. I just rolled on top of Jun and plunged into her well-used hole. It was much tighter than I'd remembered from last year, in spite of giving birth and, just moments ago, hosting two massive cocks, each much thicker than my own. At least the cum filling her provided more than enough lubrication.
I must have suckled a few quarts by the time I released my load. When I finished I was exhausted. I rolled off Jun onto my back on the bed, catching my breath, my body flush with heat.
“What happened to you?” I heard someone say. I looked up to see Luis staring at me.
“I'm just resting after fucking Jun. What's the problem? I've fucked a few girls, even Jun last year. I'm still gay and I'll be happy to prove it to you anytime.”
“It's just you look bigger,” Luis responded. “Your pectorals, lats and arms seem thicker and, if your cock has gone fully soft after your fuck, I'd bet that's bigger too.”
I raised my arm over my chest and flexed. My biceps did look much bigger, like I'd added a couple inches to the thickness of my arm and my chest was deeper too. “I think you're right. Why don't you suck my cock and we'll see if that's affected.”
It was. Luis was really struggling with it and when he backed off it was hard at, maybe, 12 inches. He didn't hesitate at straddling my hips and sitting down on it. Its size was no problem for my Hispanic friend, well used by Andy, who was still twice as long and thick.
“How did you grow so much and so quickly?” Luis asked while bouncing on my cock.
“The last thing I did was drinking Jun's milk. Maybe that had some effect on me?”
I shot a big load up Luis' gut while he creamed my chest.
“I think I'll try it too,” he said, pulling off my, again, softening pole and crawling over to Jun. She was still sprawled on the bed beside me, exhausted from the double fucking by both Andys. She instinctively cradled Luis's head as he started to feed on one breast.
It worked. We all tried it and I went back for another meal. I only gained a little the second go. There seemed to be a limit, but everyone gained about 25% in muscle mass and cock size. Except for our Andys, that is. It didn't seem to effect them, but they were already huge, even by comparison to our enhanced size.
Little Jun was the center of attention for the next couple of days with a suckling mouth at each breast and at least two holes filled with cock continuously. It seemed to help her energy and milk production to have Andy, young or old, feeding their cum to her stomach from either, or, often both, ends.
When the orgy of growth and sex was over, Jun was a mess. Dried and drying cum coated her body and hair and seeped from her orifices. Her breasts, finally drained, had recovered their pre-pregnancy size and firmness. Her overstimulated body was wracked by weak, involuntary, spasms from a multi-day orgasm that would continue for another few hours. Her eyes were open, but unfocused, as she was overcome by pleasure.
It's amazing what adding 25% of your body mass in additional muscle will do to even an ordinary guy, but everyone here started in decent shape and the two high school kids were already athletes. Tony was still the smallest at 5’2”, but now looked like a muscular gymnast. The cock that grew to 7.5 inches was a nice bonus. His big brother, Ming, was more like a light-heavyweight class bodybuilder and Jun will enjoy his 9 inches when she recovers. Luis is about a weight-class down from Ming, but he started smaller. His 8.5 inch cock is only small if you're used to Andy. Young Andy's fuck-buddies really turned out great. They'll have to move up a couple weight classes in their wrestling, but, with their now huge muscles, they'll easily pin their opponents. With Randy's equipment now at 9.5 inches and Hank's topping ten, I think they'll be pinning a lot of guys in bed too.
We carried her gently to a shower and cleaned her thoroughly, grateful for the gift her milk had given us. We put her in the guest bedroom, watched over by Ming. When she calmed down eventually, she drifted off to a sleep that lasted 40 hours.
After putting Jun to bed it was time for some overdue rest for everyone else. Andy (senior) took his son's fuck buddies, Randy and Hank. Tony and Luis got together to explore the pleasures of their new size. And young Andy grabbed me as his new toy.
I do mean grabbed. He reached around my waist and tucked me under his arm, carrying my now almost 240 lbs. like it were nothing heavier than a pillow. He tossed me into the center of one of the cleaner beds and jumped in after me. My added size only meant that he could be more unrestrained in his use of my body. It would have been hopeless to try to resist him if I were so inclined. I wasn't. No matter how single-mindedly he used me for his pleasure, the result was unimaginable ecstasy for me.
Sometime later I either passed out or fell asleep. When I awoke, he was on the other bed with Tony and Luis, whom he had already fucked to the point of their exhaustion. He was about to come back to me when his dad came down to call a halt for a bit so we could eat something to regain our strength. I, for one, was grateful for the break. I'd never thought I could overdose on sex before.
Though for all the sex I had, it was nothing compared to little Jun, who we put through another marathon after she awoke to see if we could gain any more size. Unfortunately, we couldn't. But it took her another day after it for her to recover and, by then, our break was almost over and it was time for them to head back to Southern California.
Andy insisted that they leave his son to stay with us. It was the only way he would be able to teach the youngster how to control his sexual powers. He didn't know how long before his son began producing sperm and, in his current state, that would soon lead to thousands of super-sexual children and a breakdown of normal society.
Young Andy recognized his father's wisdom, though I could see him planning more fun with me in his mind. I knew I'd be in for a rough time until he learned more control, but I was happy to make the sacrifice to save the planet.
I could tell Jun and Ming were disappointed, though promised frequent visits. Randy and Hank offered to help them out and, that seemed a good alternative, as they were now all accustomed to more action than one normal partner could provide.
That night in the master bed between Andy, father and son, I didn't get much sleep.
That night, our last before classes resumed, I spent in the master suite between Andy, junior and senior. They switched off between my ass and my mouth with the one I was sucking serving my cock. Of course Junior is only three foot ten inches so when we sucked each other we couldn’t get us both to the root but, with his sixteen inches and my twelve now, we could get more than a mouthful.
With two super-studs enjoying my services I was delirious most of the time. Eventually I passed out or fell into an exhausted sleep.
The room was filled with morning light when I awoke. A tongue was stroking the end of my cock in a warm mouth. There were a few inches of cock in my mouth too that I was reflexively nursing in my sleep. I opened my eyes and saw that it was Junior’s piece in my mouth. There was a cock in my ass—that was from his dad, who had one of his big muscled arms around my chest holding me on my side against his body. I thought big Andy was still sleeping.
“Good, you’re up,” Junior said after popping my pole from his mouth. “Get ready for my big morning load.”
He resumed sucking me while using his hips to fuck my throat with ten-inch strokes. That motion must have awakened his dad. His cock always twitches a couple times as he wakes and that shakes my whole body. He didn’t say anything but went to work fucking my ass. I was quickly in heaven.
I shot at least a few times before they released their loads. My senses blur when either Andy has sex with me. The only thing my mind records are the physical sensations from my body. There is pleasure and joy each time I climax but it is nothing compared to the sensory overload when they cum.
Junior wasn’t kidding about his big morning load. Some went straight to my stomach but he pulled out to flood my mouth. I swallowed as fast as I could but lost a lot.
We uncoupled. Big Andy pulled his two-foot pole from my ass. I leaked some of his cum as my hole tried to recover from the extreme stretching. Junior let my cock slip from his mouth and withdrew his own. I swallowed twice to eat the residue. He turned his body so we were face to face. He had a satisfied smirk on his face as he looked at me. I could feel the spilled cum running down my skin. He took a couple fingers and wiped up the excess and pushed them to my lips so I could lap up what I spilled.
“I want a few more rounds with Bill,” Junior told his dad.
“No son. He has class in a couple hours.” Dad corrected him. “Take him to the shower to clean up. He needs to be functional.”
“Then with you and Bill busy, I guess I’m on my own this morning. I’ll look around. I’m sure there are lots of hot guys to play with.”
“No son. I’ll make a few calls and arrange someone to be with you.” He reached for his phone. “Now, get Bill to the shower.”
Junior helped me off the bed and, with a strong arm around my waist partly supporting me, helped me to the big master shower. He got me inside and leaned my back against the stone tiled wall. Then he turned the water on, giving us a cool rain from the overhead sprays. I felt better as it washed the caked cum from my body and hair.
“I’m going to fuck you,” Junior announced. I started to form words of objection but he spoke forcefully before I could start. “Silence!” he said. I stopped. “On your knees,” he directed.
I obeyed. On my knees I was face to face with him. He raised a hand and put two fingers at my lips. I opened my mouth slightly and he pushed them inside where they pressed against my tongue while my lips were almost at his knuckles.
“That’s better,” Junior stated, satisfied with my compliance. “I must obey my father but you must obey me. When I tell you to do something you will do it without objection or question. Nod your head if you understand and agree.”
I did. I was surprised myself at my acceptance. He wasn’t using his persuasive powers on me. I wasn’t under his sex spell though I knew he could easily apply whatever magic he and his dad have over regular folk. He was demanding I recognize his superiority and submit willingly and I did. It must have satisfied him. He used his fingers in my mouth to slowly stroke my tongue a couple times and I took that as the equivalent of a pat on the head from my new master and smiled around the intrusion. His smile in reaction told me that I got his intent right and he was pleased I understood his action.
“On your hands and knees,” he directed, removing his fingers.
I complied quickly, turning away so as to offer him my ass. With me like this and he standing I was at the perfect height for penetration. He wasted no time giving me all sixteen inches and starting a smooth fuck stroke.
“Don’t worry,” he assured me. “This is just a gentle fuck that will restore your energy and leave us both nicely satisfied.”
It was fifteen minutes a pure pleasure. I was fully aware the entire time and I could feel my energy building along with my excitement until we had a simultaneous explosion at the end. He pulled out and I stood up. We had a chance to clean off before his dad joined us.
I didn’t mention that Junior had fucked me and the shower had washed away any evidence. We both just washed big Andy’s body and hair. Cleaned and refreshed we exited the shower.
While we got dressed for class young Andy made a nice breakfast. With my latest growth from Jun’s milk all my clothes were tight but I found some jeans and a knit shirt that still fit. My cock, nine inches soft, was easy to see stretching the material no matter how I placed it.
As we were finishing breakfast the front door opened and our friend, Earl walked in. He was wearing his football jersey and tight-fitting team shorts that showed off his big bulge. He was carrying a football.
“Hi, guys,” he greeted us. “Andy, I’m happy to help out and play with your son. You didn’t say how old he is. I brought a football in case he wants to toss it around in your back yard.”
“Thanks, Earl,” Andy replied. “This is my son, Andy Jr. You can see he’s kind of special. He takes after me.”
Junior stepped out from behind the table and gave Earl his first good look at him. Since he was naked his massive muscles and hard, sixteen-inch cock that stood up between his thick pectoral plates were on display. He curled an arm to show his eighteen-inch gun. It was almost as big as Earl’s twenty but he’d soon learn it was much stronger.
Earl was taken aback by the sight but the bulge in his shorts got much bigger as he filled out to his full twelve inches. I thought Junior must be working his magic on the black college stud but only a little, leaving him still capable of rational thought. He dropped the football to the floor, realizing that they would not be playing with it.
“You’re a good buddy to do this on short notice,” Andy continued. “I’ll make it up to you. Henry will be here after lunch around one to take over from you.”
Henry was also on the football team, a big Black stud like Earl and his best friend and fuck buddy. Junior stepped forward and took Earl’s hand to lead him downstairs to our playroom. I was glad we took the time to clean it up last evening before bedtime. Earl allowed himself to be led by the smaller boy.
I cleaned off the residue from breakfast before Andy and I headed out for our day’s activities. I had a couple classes and hit the library over lunch. There is no swim team practice on Monday so I hit the weight room. Everyone remarked about my new size and I got to exercise my new twelve-inch cock in a couple muscled asses.
It was almost six when I got to our home. The main level was empty but the sounds from the lower level made it clear where the action was. I peeked down the steps to not disturb them. Junior was fucking Earl who was still here. Henry was trying to recover from his own recent fucking, laying on his back, breathing heavily, covered in cum spewed from earlier loads and leaking from his ass.
When I returned up the stairs Andy was entering.
“Hi Andy,” I greeted him. “Earl is still here. Junior has given him and Henry a full workout. They are exhausted but Junior is still going strong. I have an idea that might work better. Let me see if I can set it up.”
“Okay,” Andy agreed. “I’ll go down and rescue the guys.”
I left our house and headed to the fraternity that I’d visited with Andy on our first weekend at college and several times since. My last visit with Andy was at the start of Spring Semester a couple months ago. It was planned ahead of time and we partied with the brothers all night. A few had brought their boyfriends to meet Andy. I don’t think any of their guys have girlfriends anymore.
I knocked on their door. Andy would have just walked in but I’m not Andy. I was greeted by one of the guys wearing just some nylon running shorts. He recognized me. I had fucked him on our last visit. I stepped inside.
“I’ll get Vince,” my greeter stated and ran off.
Vince Taggert was the guy that had initially met us on that first visit. Now a senior, he was fraternity president. They thought he was responsible for Andy’s first visit and he and we never bothered to correct that impression.
Vince arrived with another member, both nude, led by our greeter. When the greeter got to the door he shucked his shorts and tossed them in a bin that had a pile of clothes.
“Hi Bill,” he started. “You know Harry, my bedmate. What brings you to visit? Will Andy be joining us?”
“Vince, Harry,” I began. “I was hoping to speak to Jack Gardner. Is he in? And, no, I’m alone this visit. When did you guys start going nude?”
Harry was a sophomore on the water polo team. Being on the swim team, I see him often and we fucked after practice several times as well as on our visits. He has a boyfriend on the team that fucked me once as I was doing him.
“We decided on nudity around the house shortly after your last visit,” Vince explained. “We have so much sex with each other that clothes are a distraction. Jack isn’t back yet but should be in soon. We have a rack for shoes and dump your clothes in the bin and let Harry and I entertain you until he arrives. You look bigger than we remember.”
“Sounds great,” I agreed, shedding my garments. “I am bigger, particularly where it counts.”
In the main room there were eight guys having sex. A couple waved at me as we passed. We headed upstairs after Vince told one guy to send Jack up when he arrived.
Vince ushered me into his room. It had one queen bed and a couple desks.
“Things are a lot more open around here,” I observed. “What does bedmate mean? Are you boyfriends?”
“Yes, that’s Vince’s doing,” Harry explained. “Last year, after your first visit, a lot of us were confused about what happened. Quite a few said that despite that night they were still straight. I was pretty sure I wasn’t. I had been fucked by Vince after Andy had done us both a couple times and I woke up in Vince’s bed the next morning with him still inside me. We shared a bed ever since but we both have boyfriends. You’ve met mine. Vince has a boyfriend on his soccer team. We invite one or the other in a few times a month for overnight fun. Even in the frat we are not exclusive. Once or twice a week, Vince will swap me with another brother.”
“After that visit last year,” Vince continued, “four of our guys came out to everyone as gay. Two had been exclusively tops and one a confirmed bottom. They volunteered to teach us the ropes. I wasn’t sure even though I was fucking Harry regularly but I took them up and learned a lot. Once Andy visited the soccer team’s locker room I knew I was gay. I have a boyfriend on the team with a thick eight inches that tops me. But just looking at you has got my hole twitching. You have got to fuck me.”
“Me too,” Harry insisted.
I dropped a load in both boys. I had just finished Harry when Jack knocked on the door, opened it and entered. He was nude. I pulled my still dripping cock from Harry’s ass and knelt on their bed.
“Guys,” I started. “I have something to discuss with Jack. Could I borrow your room and have some privacy?”
They got up and left, shutting the door behind them. I moved to sit on the edge of the bed. My hard twelve inches was sticking up from my lap. I gestured for Jack to sit on it and he did, wrapping his legs around my waist and holding my shoulders.
“You’re bigger,” Jack observed. I had been fucking him regularly after his gymnastic practices.
“Yes,” I agreed. “It is connected to why I am here and what I want to propose to you. You see, Andy has a young son that now lives with us. His son is special. Only a few months old he is three foot ten, 115 pounds, with eighteen-inch arms, forty-two-inch chest, twenty waist, twenty-six thighs and a beautiful sixteen-inch cock that he is almost as good at using as his dad.”
He was about to say something but I popped two fingers in his mouth and pressed on his tongue like Junior had done to me. He stopped trying to speak. I was happy he accepted my dominance. I hadn’t tried to do that before, just friendly fucking with I guy whose cherry I popped. Since he’ll be living with us it will make things easier. Of course, Junior might not like his boy to be submissive to anyone except him so I’ll need to be careful if he’s around.
“Big Andy arranged a couple football studs to stay with Junior today, but he exhausted them,” I continued. “I figure if he has a steady relationship, Junior will be more careful. You should be perfect for that. You are a short guy so not too much taller than he. Your gymnast muscles are as big as his but you’ll find he is well stronger than you or I for that matter.
“You’ll live with us and escort Junior where he wants to go but keep him out of trouble. Junior obviously can do what he wants but I think if his dad tells him to respect your advice on whether his actions are appropriate, he will. Your pay is room, board and all the great sex you can handle. I suspect it is a lifetime position. It is Junior’s call whether you go to classes or keep on with the gymnastics team. If he allows it he’ll be tagging along and probably fucking those he’s interested in. Andy Senior will see that you graduate with a degree and honors even if you miss some classes. Nod if you understand and accept my offer.”
He did. I removed my fingers, wiping the wetness off on his cheek.
“No, you explained it pretty clearly,” he stated. “I’m looking forward to meeting him. He sounds pretty hot. But before we go, could you breed my hole?”
I stood up and laid him back on the bed and gave him a good fucking. He shot once before I seeded his gut and he came again. When I pulled out we both had streaks of his juice on our torsos.
“Do you want to grab a shower before we go?” I asked.
“No need,” he replied. “I like smelling of cum. Since Andy has been around, most of the hot guys on campus do. It sort of advertises our availability to each other. Haven’t you noticed?”
Now that he mentioned it, I did. I just hadn’t realized it was intentional.
We left the room and headed downstairs. I spotted Vince and Harry in action with different partners and told Vince that Jack would be staying with us from now on.
At the door Jack retrieved his clothes but I couldn’t find mine.
“The bin is pretty much a free for all affair. I’m the shortest guy so I never have a problem. Just take anything.”
I rummaged through the pile and found a pair of jeans that were a nice fit for my new size and a blue denim jacket that looked like it matched the jeans. I could only button the bottom two buttons on the jacket because my chest was much bigger than the original wearer but the outfit looked hot on me like that. Whoever had the jeans last must have had about seven inches based on the pre-cum stains on the left leg. My nine soft inches extended beyond that point. I donned my shoes and walked Jack to our home.
When we arrived, I saw that Junior was fucking his Uncle Tony in the big chair in the main level while his dad did Luis on the couch. Everyone looked up when we entered.
“Guys,” I began, “this is Jack Gardner. Jack you know Andy of course. He is fucking Luis and Junior is fucking Tony, technically his uncle. I brought Jack to be Junior’s companion on a permanent basis. Andy, I apologize for not discussing it with you first but I wanted to see if Jack would agree first and he has. I just saw that having guys in for Junior to fuck wasn’t working and I thought that a steady relationship might work better.”
“I guess I’m to be in your charge,” Junior said. He had pushed back from Tony so only his cock-tip was inside. “Do you think you’ll be able to handle me?”
“If you are anything like your dad, nobody on campus can handle you if you don’t want to be,” Jack responded. “I won’t try. But I like a good fuck and I’ve no doubt you can provide that. And if you listen to my advice, I think we can have a lot of fun and I’ll keep you out of trouble.”
“That’s actually a pretty good answer,” Junior admitted. “I like you already. Bill’s idea is worth a try.”
“Sounds like it is settled then,” Andy Senior confirmed. “But, son, I want you to listen to Jack’s advice and, when traveling outside, you are not to fuck him so senseless that he can’t do his job. Bill, you get a special reward tonight.”
Junior pulled out of Tony and took Jack upstairs to his room, now their room. I replaced him in Tony and Andy and I had some fun with them. About an hour later a couple brothers from the frat stopped by with Jack’s stuff. We had them bring it in but left it on the main level for now. Andy fucked them both before sending them on their way.
Andy invited Tony and Luis to spend the night and they eagerly accepted. Andy took me to my room. I got on my back in the center while Andy lifted my legs and positioned himself behind me. He told Tony to plug my hole as soon as he pulled out and stay in me all night. I knew what was coming but Tony was puzzled by his instructions.
Andy started a smooth fuck stroke. I was instantly in heaven. I enjoyed a nice orgasm after only a few minutes as Andy upped the pace. Finally Andy unloaded deep in my gut as I shot again. As the jets of his cum started to ease, I felt the tingling of millions of his super-sperm swimming in my belly. Andy pulled out and Tony plugged my hole.
“Enjoy my gift,” Andy announced as he left for his room with Luis, turning off the light as he went.
Initially his swimmers were deposited a couple feet up my gut. But the tingling spread steadily in both directions. I quickly had a third orgasm as the sensation spread. Tony probably thought it was from him pumping my hole with his seven-inch pole.
Soon the fastest swimmers got down to where Tony was. He gave a little gasp when he felt them squirming around his cock head and spreading along the shaft.
“What was that?” Tony asked.
“That’s Andy’s sperm. He doesn’t normally release any for regular fucks. It’s my reward. You should feel what they’re doing to me. My whole belly is a mass of pleasure.”
“I feel them plenty,” Tony stated. “They are all around my cock. I… I think they are swimming up inside me. Oh, ah, ah, I’m cumming. That flushed them out. Oh, they’re back again.”
This time his balls were drained. Soon he had swimmers flooding his nut sacks and massaging his prostate from the inside out. It drove him wild. He was cumming every few minutes but that only slowed the new arrivals a little. He collapsed, exhausted on top of me. I hugged him to me and wrapped my legs around his thighs to keep us coupled. We soon both passed out from too many orgasms, too fast.
It was morning when I became aware again. Tony was resting beside me so sometime in the night we uncoupled. By now Andy’s sperm had spread to every part of my body. I could no longer feel them in a specific spot but I felt energized from head to toes and that was literally what his seed was really doing inside me.
Tony was still in delirium. His cock was still fully hard and from the tip came a steady trickle of cum, not the spurts of a normal orgasm. His entire crotch area and the sheets beneath him were soaked. The waterproof mattress pads we use earned their cost back.
I carried Tony to the shower and set him on the floor wedged into a corner as I turned on the water. I washed myself while watching Tony. The spray had washed him clean but he was still in his own world, oblivious to external events. I left him in the shower.
I dried off and stripped the bed. I was coming back from starting a load in the laundry when Junior and Jack emerged from their bedroom. They were naked as was I. They both had big smiles. I was pleased to see that Junior had not fucked Jack senseless but it must have been good. Jack was looking down at the shorter stud with an expression that mixed awe and love. Junior had his arm around Jack’s hips and was holding him to his side in a way that said Jack was now his possession.
“You two look good,” I observed. “How was sex with Junior, Jack?”
“May I talk to Bill, Master Andy?” Jack asked.
“Yes, Jack,” Andy replied. “You may speak freely in this house, at class or in the gym.”
“Thank you. Bill, the sex was great. We worked out how I will do my job. I can make recommendations to Master Andy but the final decisions are his and I am not to argue if he decides on a different course. I learned enough about him last night to trust his judgement. I think you and his dad only see his young age and small size but I know he is a man. My man I am proud to say.”
“Jack has a great ass and a talented mouth,” Andy asserted. “We’ll have lots of fun together. When you have a few hours I need to thank you.”
“I’m just glad it worked out. Your dad already thanked me. I feel great but Tony is still out of it.”
As I was saying that Big Andy and Luis emerged from the master suite and caught the part about Tony.
“What’s the problem with Tony?” Andy asked.
“I think some of your sperm got into his cock and they’re stimulating his balls and prostate. It has driven him crazy. I left him under the shower spray to try and revive him but unsuccessfully so far.”
I led everyone to the shower where Tony was still sprawled under the spray. Big Andy picked him up and we dried him off and laid him on the bare bed. He went to suck his seed out but Junior wanted to try. Junior pushed his cock up Tony’s ass and bent over to take his cock that was still leaking a steady stream. Junior forced three quick normal orgasms out of Tony, each getting his cock to spurt normally. Then he pulled out and backed off the bed. Tony was still unconscious but his cock wasn’t leaking.
“I think I got most of it out of him,” Junior reported. “Your sperm tastes sweet. Tony is exhausted but this is normal sleep. I think he’ll be fine when he wakes up.”
“I’ll stay with him,” Luis said, getting on the bed to lay beside his boyfriend.
We left them. I went with Big Andy to get dressed. I had clothes in his master suite where I often spent the night.
“Jack is totally submissive to Junior,” I told Andy once we were alone. “He calls him Master Andy. This might not work out.”
“I could tell that by their body language,” Andy stated. “It is actually good. Junior learned to assert his dominance without fucking Jack into submission. In any relation with a normal man Junior will be dominant but he needs to learn how to assert it more subtly. When we first met, you knew without any words that I was the dominate male. I didn’t even need to use my persuasive powers. You just sensed it. Don’t worry, Jack will still be able to guide Junior around but he understands that he has no real authority or control so he will limit his advice to only when it is necessary.”
I thought about what Andy told me. It is true. I, everyone he meets, is submissive to him. I never actually thought about it. It just happened naturally, automatically. I’ve never seen Andy assert dominance on anyone. They just do as he directs without resistance or complaint. Junior can’t do that yet but he put me in my place yesterday quite easily and obviously he easily handled Jack.
“I guess you’re right,” I admitted. “I suppose a normal guy like me can’t really understand what it is like to be you or Junior. I never thought of you as my master, just as a friend. You gave me great pleasure and never asked anything in return but I would willingly do anything for you. Junior has been more assertive but I suppose he had to be. One can’t help thinking of him as a little kid but actually he is a man.”
We were dressed for our day and left the room. I had class in an hour and Andy and I would hit the Student Union for some breakfast first. On the main level we met Junior and Jack, also dressed for the day. Jack was getting his books and supplies from the stuff they delivered.
Junior had on red nylon running shorts and a white muscle tee with a scoop neck that fit like a second skin. His cock, eleven soft, was running up under the top, the bulge of the shaft and crown clearly visible. Even soft his pole was almost a quarter of his entire body length. If he had it down it would extend past his knee. As it was the tip was only three inches below the scoop of his neckline. If hard it would reach to his Adam’s Apple.
“We’re going to do some clothes shopping first,” Junior announced. “I want to get some college clothes and something stylish. I’m going to upgrade Jack’s look too. Then he has a couple classes and gymnastic practice in the afternoon. It should be fun.”
“Let me give you some money, Jack,” Andy offered.
“No need,” he countered. “I have plenty and you’re already paying me plenty. God… my boyfriend will be at practice. What do I tell him about Master Andy?”
“Jack, relax,” Junior told him. “I know you like your boyfriend but how we handle him, your family, friends and fuck buddies is my responsibility now.”
“Yes Master. I know. He usually comes back to the frat with me after practice and spends the night and we had planned a date, clubbing in the Castro, for Saturday night.”
“Well, I’m sure he won’t mind spending the night with us after I explain things to him and clubbing sounds great for Saturday.”
“It looks like your day is set,” Big Andy said. “Bill and I need to leave now.”
He ushered me out with him.
“I think we’ll make it a double date on Saturday,” Andy said once outside. “I want to see how he handles the club patrons but we’ll stay in the background.”
I didn’t see anyone again until after swim practice though I did hookup with one of my regular fuck buddies between classes. My new size and strength really improved my times. I should be competitive in the NCAA and nationals.
I went to the showers with the twins, identical, blond, with muscled bodies, long legs and tight butts. I was planning on fucking them both. Andy has visited all the sports teams but my swim team was first. Post practice sex in the showers is our usual routine and partners vary. I have a few guys that I bottom for but I’m mostly a top with the team. The twins are strictly bottoms and great at it. There are a couple others waiting for seconds after I seed their guts.
I had dropped a load in one twin and was close on the second when the gymnasts hit the showers. I saw Junior walk in between Jack and another guy who was a few inches taller than Jack. The boyfriend, I figured. Junior had an arm about each of them and all their cocks were hard.
Junior saw me and brought everyone over.
“Bill, this is Rex Randall, Jack’s, now our, boyfriend,” Junior made the introduction.
I’d seen him in the showers and even fucking Jack but, except for Jack whose cherry I popped, I hadn’t fucked gymnasts. The teams mostly tend to fuck among themselves except for Andy. It’s a team bonding thing.
“Nice to meet you Rex,” I replied. “My buddies are my teammates and identical twins, Dave and Dallas Harper. Dave has a tiny mole on his right butt cheek. It is how we tell them apart.” I pointed out the mole as I continued my fuck stroke in Dave’s ass. “Guys, with Rex are Jack Gardner and the stud is Andy’s son. We just call him Junior.”
“He is almost as big as his dad,” Dallas observed. “You have got to fuck us with that.”
“I plan to,” Junior asserted. “I’ve never done twins before and you two are hot. But Rex is my first fuck in this session.”
He had Rex get on hands and knees under the spray head next to us, spread his knees apart and stepped between them. With Junior standing Rex’s hole was at the perfect height.
“Dallas, smear some of Bill’s cum you’re leaking around Rex’s hole,” Junior directed.
Dallas reached into his crack and his hand came out coated with my cum. He spread it around and went back for more cum. Junior told him to push the new stuff inside and he did.
Then Junior put himself in position and punched his tip and about four inches inside. Rex winced at the sudden penetration. I gather he was mostly a top. He’d taken Andy before but not for several weeks. Junior started a smooth fuck stroke as he pushed more of his long shaft in. Junior was in half way, about eight inches, when Rex’s nice eight-inch cock spurted his juice onto the shower deck.
“God damn, Master Andy, you’re as good as your dad,” Rex blurted out. “Give me all you’ve got. Harder, faster, deeper.” Junior gave him the final eight inches in one powerful thrust. “So deep. So thick.”
Then Junior was really pounding him but Rex was loving it. He had a second orgasm before Junior seeded his gut, triggering the third. When he stopped shooting Junior pulled out, still hard. He went around to Rex’s front and placed his member by his mouth. Rex cleaned it off without prompting, taking about ten inches orally and doing the rest with his tongue. He swallowed what he lapped up. Meanwhile Jack was eating out much of the load from his ass.
While this was going on I had finished up in Dave and pulled out. When the twins saw Rex was almost done his cleaning duties they got down on hands and knees, side by side with their butts touching and knees spread wide to give Junior good access. They were both still leaking my cum so their holes were ready.
Junior took a moment to decide which one to plug first. Dallas was on the left and got the honor of taking all sixteen inches in one long, slow stroke. He then pulled all the way out and repeated it with Dave. He left it buried for a minute then started to fuck Dave deep and slow.
While we were watching Junior’s action, Jack and I helped Rex to his feet. The normally well-balanced gymnast was a little shaky after such a powerful fucking. We semi-supported him between us.
“It looks like your boyfriend likes Junior,” I observed to Jack.
“Yes,” Jack confirmed. “I was foolish to worry. Junior handled the day perfectly. He took me first to a nice place with trendy clothes and we both got a good selection. They are being tailored to fit our muscular shapes better. They won’t fit too tight in most places but close enough to emphasize our build. Junior made sure mine would confirm to my nice bubble butt that he says I should be proud of. They should be at our house when we get home. We got special service and a good price by fucking the young manager in a dressing room.
“In class I told my professors that Junior was a young gymnast visiting from China. It sort of explains his size and build. They gave permission for him to audit the class with me. He still had on the outfit we left with this morning. He looked so sexy everyone, including the professor, was having a hard time concentrating. At the end of the class he just went up to the sexiest guy who was about to leave with a sexy girl and told him to meet us in the nearby men’s room. The guy laughed at him but a few minutes after we entered, he followed. We didn’t bother with a stall. Junior just fucked him by the bank of sinks while he sucked my cock.
“We were in the locker room where I was getting into my gymnastic gear for our practice when Rex arrived. His locker is next to mine. I was going to introduce Junior but he stood on the locker room bench to bring him up to Rex’s height and said, ‘Rex, I’m Andy Wang Jr.. You are important to my boy, Jack, and that makes you important to me too.’ He called me his boy. I felt proud.
“Rex started to reply but Junior gave him a sharp slap on his cheek and said, ‘I didn’t give you permission to speak. If you won’t hold your tongue, I’ll hold it for you.’ He pushed two fingers from the hand that just slapped Rex through his lips and pressed his tongue. Rex was confused but he accepted Junior’s discipline. ‘Now Rex you are my boy now too. You may call me Master Andy. You will listen to me and if I tell you to do something you will do it instantly and without objection or complaint. Jack has permission to offer suggestions to me, you do not. But I make the decisions for all of us. If I am not around you will obey Jack as you would me. Know that I am not asking you to accept or reject but just laying out for you the rules for your life from now on. If you understand nod your head.’ And Rex did.”
“Jack, when you tell it like that it sounds so degrading,” Rex said, having recovered his strength. “As Master spoke I realized that he was offering me a chance for a new life with a real man to care for and love me. Sharing him with my boyfriend was a bonus. Yes, he didn’t give me a choice but that’s because he knew it was best for me. Letting Master make these decisions is one of the benefits of our relationship. The sex is pretty great too.”
“After I’d nodded my agreement Master removed his fingers and wiped the spit off on my cheek,” Rex continued. “I was sad that I had done something to displease him but I sort of liked having a piece of him inside me, even only fingers. He gave me permission to speak freely in the gym, in class and when we were alone. He didn’t fuck me or Jack in the locker room. He knew we’d need our strength for practice. He went with us and we showed him our routines. He wanted to try and he’s a natural gymnast. He was soon doing things nobody ever attempted. Jack and I gave him some pointer on some technical things like body line and pointing the toes. He picked those up almost instantly. Everybody came to watch. It was an amazing demonstration. He could win the world championship easily.
“Well, Coach offered him a full scholarship then and there. He told Coach they should discuss it in his office and went off with him. All the guys on the team mobbed us wanting to know more about Master Andy but we didn’t know how much he would allow us to tell so we just said that he is a good friend of ours.
“Our practice was almost over when Master brought Coach back. He had obviously been fucked hard. He was soaked in sweat and smelled of cum with streaks on his bare arms and legs and a few gobs in his hair. But Master looked like they had just had a pleasant discussion and was smiling. Coach explained that Mr. Wang, that’s what he called Master, would be assisting in our training and we should follow his directions as if they were his. Master thanked Coach and told him he would not be needed more today and sent him off. He then told everyone to shower.”
“Coach usually joins the sex play in the showers,” Jack added. “But not today.”
“Not ever,” Junior stated, having just finished with the twins. “I’ll take care of his needs if he does as I require.”
“Master Andy,” I addressed him, “may I fuck Rex.”
“Junior or Andy is an acceptable address from you, Bill,” Andy stated. “But my requirements for you still apply. You can fuck Rex or Jack whenever you wish. You boys understand?”
“Yes Master,” They said in unison.
“Thank you Andy,” I added.
It was a long shower for everyone as Junior fucked all the gymnasts and a few of the swim team. Rex enjoyed my twelve inches. I’m still a little thicker than Junior. I let him fuck me in return. I thought he was better as a bottom but didn’t let him know that. Junior didn’t put any of the jocks out of commission but they all had fun. Whenever he pulled out of a guy someone was always waiting to suck out and swallow as much of his load as they could.
When he called an end to the fun, he was surrounded by all the athletes, gymnasts and swimmers, praising his sexual skills and trying to arrange more. Finally he had to act.
“Guys, guys,” Junior said, turning around and raising his arms. Everyone became quiet and stepped back a few feet to give him room. “We had fun. I’ll be at every practice and meet, so this is not a one time thing. But who I fuck and when is my choice. Don’t ask me ever. If you follow my direction and impress me with your skill and work effort you might, might, get a special reward. Understood?
There were nods and murmurs of agreement and the crowd broke up and let us get dressed in peace. The gymnastic Coach was waiting by Jack’s locker. He must have had a shower in his office because he looked composed. He had a team gym bag with a selection of workout clothes and team gymnastic uniforms in a size that fit Junior. He showed one jersey. It was red, embroidered in white over the left chest saying, ‘Andrew Wang Jr.’ and just below ‘Coach’. Even with computerized embroidery, that was fast work. Junior thanked him and the coach looked pleased that he had satisfied him.
We walked to our home. Junior told Rex he would be spending the night. He smiled.
At our house a young guy was waiting with some packages.
“Your clothes, sir,” he said addressing Junior.
“That’s good service. Bring them in,” Junior directed as I opened the door.
“Try some on, Jack,” he said once we were inside.
Jack put on a pair of black dress slacks and a white silk shirt. The slacks were form fitting around his hips and ass. The rear seam tucked partly into the groove separating the globes of muscle. They flared some to give room for the thick thighs but you could easily see the bulge of his cock directed down the left. The top matched his ‘v’ shape but had some room until he did a most muscular that stretched the fabric to the limit. The bulge from the upper arm seemed ready to pop the seams but they held.
“There are matching outfits for you,” the man said. “Won’t you try them on?”
“No need,” Junior retorted. “This shows your work is good quality. I’ll need another set to fit my other boy here.” He indicated Rex.
“Certainly sir. If I can take some measurements I can bring them by tomorrow afternoon.”
He pulled out a tape and notepad from his back pocket and went to work.
“I think we will come by your store about eleven tomorrow. We can pick them up and express our appreciation for your good work.”
“Excellent sir. They will be ready. Can I get anything for the other gentleman?”
“Maybe later. We will let you know.”
His work done Jack ushered the young man out just as Big Andy was entering. The man did a double take coming body to body with the full grown version of his young client.
“Who was that?” Big Andy asked.
“The tailor,” Junior replied. “I have new outfits for Jack and I. Jack has one on and it is sexy. The new guy is Rex, a teammate of Jack’s and also my boy. He will be spending the night and we’ll pick up his clothes tomorrow.”
“Hi Rex. If you’re on the team I must have fucked you a few times. I’m sure Junior will take good care of you. The new duds look hot but I can’t let you pay for them. How much did they cost?”
“Dad, I’ve got it covered,” Junior insisted. “First, we got a great price; only $750 for twelve outfits for each of us. Second, see this?” He pointed to the embroidery on his athletic shirt. “I’m the new assistant gymnastics coach. It pays one hundred thousand a year and gives me rank and identification as an associate professor. Plus my pay comes from an alumni athletic slush fund and is totally off the books. There is ten thousand cash in the gym bag under my new gym clothes.”
“I assume you got that the same way I got this house for our use,” his dad mused. “You are learning quickly.”
Rex was pointing to his mouth and trying to get Junior’s attention. He finally noticed.
“Rex, you can speak freely in our house,” Junior directed. “I am glad you remembered the rules though.”
“Thank you Master Andy,” Rex acknowledged. “Yes, Andy, you fucked me several times but your son is damn good. He also earned his new title. He’s a natural gymnast. In his first time working the stations he was doing things no one else in the world ever attempted. If he can teach some of that to us he’ll be worth ten times what they’re paying him.”
“Enough boys,” Junior said. “We’ll let dad judge by the results. Jack and Rex put the clothes in our room. Rex, tomorrow you bring all your stuff here. You’re moving in. Our bed is big enough for three. While you do that I’ll make dinner for everybody.”
We broke up. I got my cleaned sheets from the laundry. Luis and Tony put them in the dryer before they left. After I made the bed I joined Andy in the master suite. He tossed me on the bed and it only took me a minute to shed what little I was wearing. He raised my legs to his shoulders and put his long pole in position.
“How many holes has this been in before me today?” I asked jokingly.
“Not as many as Junior’s apparently,” was his answer.
“I don’t know. I’ve seen you in action.”
I was about to say more but he shoved all two feet up my gut and turned off my brain. He bred me three times and I hosed both our bodies with my juice multiple times before he rolled to his back holding me on top of his muscular torso. It was a workout. Slowly my breathing calmed down to normal.
“You know,” I mused, “I can’t fathom how lucky I’ve been to have drawn you as my roommate and have the chance to be part of your life and everything.”
“Well, I’ve been lucky too to have you as my friend. No matter who I fuck on any day I know you’ll be here, a true friend and companion in life’s adventure.”
“Yes, that is important,” I agreed. “I think Jack and Rex are filling that void for Junior. You don’t know how much like you he is but I can see it clearly.”
There was a knock on the door. “Dinner is ready,” Jack announced from the other side.
We headed down still nude. Jack and Rex were there standing behind two of the chair in the dining room. They were also nude. The table was set and there was a large salad bowl in the center. Andy took the head chair with me to his right. Junior entered, also nude, carrying a large tray of lasagna that he placed near his dad and then took the seat at the opposite end.
We ate and made small talk. I remarked that Junior was an excellent cook and everyone agreed. It was just a typical family meal. There was no need to cover our bodies because everyone had had sex with each of the others. When you know a person’s insides there is no need to hide the outside.
We got back to sort of a routine. It was Thursday and I had brought a friend to our house for some sex over lunch. We were down in our playroom and I’d just dropped a load up his ass when we heard the doorbell chime. I got up to answer it and my buddy followed.
It was a package delivery. I opened the door and told the delivery guy to bring it in. He wasn’t expecting to be standing next to two nude college jocks. It was obvious what we had been doing. My cock was still mostly hard and coated with some of the seed from the ass it had bred and my friend had gobs of my cum-load that had leaked out and were dripping on the floor from the bottom of his ball-sack.
The package was for Junior. I signed his pad. The guy was about our age, maybe a couple years out of high school and in good shape. He had a nice sized bulge trying to poke out of his brown uniform shorts.
“I know you can’t linger for some fun with your truck double-parked. Too bad. I’d love to see if that butt is as tight as it looks. I’m Bill. You know our address. Come by in the evening, say about eight. If I don’t answer the door just say, ‘Bill invited me for some fun’ and someone will take care of you until I’m available.”
He didn’t respond. He reluctantly turned and left, staring at both of us until the door blocked his view. On his way to his truck he passed Jack and Junior returning. They had on their new fitted jeans and white gymnastic team tops that left nothing to the imagination, particularly in Junior’s case. He’ll be back.
“You got my delivery,” Junior stated when he entered and saw the box on the floor.
He opened the top. Inside was a styrofoam cube. He lifted the top to reveal the contents. There were twelve plastic quart bottles and a few bricks of blue ice-packs to keep them cool. He pulled one out and handed it to Jack.
“These are bottles of my mother’s milk,” Junior explained. “We are going to freeze and store it for several months. With the effect it had on you and others it should be valuable. These are fresh. I have one for every member of the gymnastics team and a few for me. I am, after all, a growing boy. Drink up Jack.”
He chugged the whole bottle, remarking afterward that it tasted great. I went to put the others in the fridge.
When I returned I could see the change in Jack. He had gained about two inches in height though still just five-four. Under his shirt the upper body muscles were dramatically bigger but, if anything, his waist was tinier as he lost the little body fat he’d had. The bricks of his abdominal muscles stood out through the tight fabric. His fitted jeans actually fit even better. His butt was no bigger but it was tighter and a narrowing of his hips compensated for the added muscle shape so his jeans rode lower. If he weren’t wearing a top there would be some of his crack visible. The jeans had been slightly loose over the thighs but that was taken up by the new muscle. You could see the outline of his cock, now about seven inches soft.
“With this body you won’t be able to match me in the gym,” Junior stated. “But I will be able to show you and the others how to do tricks nobody else can match. However, now I want to see how tight that butt is.”
“Yes Master Andy,” Jack replied as they ran up to their room.
I had an hour before class so I took my friend downstairs for round two.
I was getting fucked in the shower after practice by one of my teammates when the gymnastics team joined us. You could hear their excited babble well before they entered. They’d gotten their upgrades and their practice broke all previous limits. Now they wanted to try out their new cocks.
Since the gymnasts all wanted to top, we swimmers were bottom boys. It wasn’t the usual pattern but no one objected. The swim team has twice the numbers of the gymnastics team so my fuck wasn’t interrupted until Junior came and slapped my buddy on the ass. He got the hint and pulled out. Junior replaced him. He gave me all sixteen inches in one thrust and started to fuck.
“Bill, it went even better than I expected,” Junior remarked while keeping up a steady stroke. “Besides strength and size the milk improved their coordination and they were already amazing, being gymnasts. What they did today in practice will blow everyone away. It seems to have boosted their ego as well as cock-size. Your teammates should expect to bottom for my guys regularly from now on. But it looks like they are enjoying it.”
Then he picked up his pace and fucked me to three big cums before filling my gut. Then he had Jack and Rex fuck me. By the time we left the shower ever swimmer was carrying gymnast cum. I was special, I had some from every gymnast in my belly.
When we left to get dressed there were a lot of new friendships between gymnasts and swimmers that I thought would extend beyond the showers. Before I pulled up my jeans I stuffed one of those pads girls use in my crack. I keep some in my locker and at home. Considering my sex life it’s best to be prepared.
On the walk home Junior showed me his new university ID. It had his photo in his embroidered gymnastic shirt with the text ‘Andrew Wang Jr.’ and below ‘Associate Professor’. The back had his vital statistics, age 23, height 3’10”, weight 115, hair black, eyes black. Cock size wasn’t listed but you could see the top few inches under the material of his shirt in the photo if you looked closely. In person it was even more obvious and we got quite a few looks as we went.
Junior’s other news was that his gym bag has another ten thousand in cash. A bonus that is likely the first of many.
Our delivery guy did stop by. I was in Junior’s room getting fucked when he showed up, but Jack and Rex, who were playing downstairs shifted to double teaming him until we finished. His ass was as sweet as I expected. Junior claimed him for the overnight but he gave me Rex for the night as compensation.
Big Andy was out for the night at the home of some of his regular fuck buddies. These were three Chinese graduate students. Apparently their families in China are very rich and well connected. They bought them a nice place to live up in the hills. Andy visits them a couple of nights a month. Sometimes I get to go too. They all have slim, muscled bodies and their largest cock is six inches. No matter, they love bottoming. Andy has arranged some of his other friend to visit them regularly so they get action a few times each week. A couple months ago they gave Andy their one year old Mercedes C-class sedan when they got a new E-class.
It was Saturday finally. Junior was still planning to go clubbing with his boys. Big Andy said we would go along but sit well away from them and not interfere. Junior wasn’t happy but was wise enough not to challenge his dad.
We took the Mercedes with Big Andy driving and me in the front passenger seat. Junior sat between Jack and Rex in the back. They were wearing their fitted jeans with matching white muscle tees, Junior’s without the embroidered name and title. Andy and I had jeans and blue knit shirts, not fitted, but muscles and packages our size can’t be hidden, especially in Andy’s case. Junior pulled up his tee and let his boys take turns sucking his cock. He feed them both on the ride.
We had dinner at a Thai restaurant near the club Junior wanted to hit. Our waiter was a really handsome young Thai. All their waiters were kind of cute but I think ours was the best. He couldn’t take eyes off us and always hovered near. Neither father or son was working any magic on him. It wasn’t necessary. We still had some time so we ordered dessert.
Big Andy told our waiter that if he had a place to do it he could pick one of us to fuck him. He looked first at Big Andy, then Junior. I could see he wanted them but was scared of their size. With their boost Jack and Rex would be big in any other company but it seemed my twelve inches was tempting enough and not too large that he was afraid to risk it.
I followed him to the back and through the kitchen. He opened the door to a room with three double bunk beds. The staff must live here until the restaurant opens. He shed his shoes and then carefully removed his shirt and hung it on a hanger on a hook on the wall. His torso was nicely sculpted with decent pectorals and defined abdominals. He unbuttoned his black dress slacks and stepped out of them. He had a slim seven-inch uncut cock, already hard. He hung his slacks carefully on a second hanger. While he did that I shed my duds with much more abandon. When he turned around he saw me nude and hard.
“You’re bigger than anyone I’ve had by seven or eight centimeters. Please take it slow.”
“Do you have any lube?”
He got a bottle from a drawer built into the bunk beds and handed it to me.
“Great. That will help. Start by sucking my cock.”
I sat on one of the lower beds and spread my thighs wide to give him access. He went down on his knees a got to work. He started with just the crown in his mouth, licking it all around with his tongue. He knew what he was doing. While he was working I lifted his hips up and worked the lube around his hole. With the outside slick I probed him with one finger and then two, working lube inside as far as I could. He had now gotten five inches in his mouth. I shifted to three lubed fingers and he took them nicely. I used my hand in his ass to urge him forward to take more of my cock. He did. I let up the pressure to see if he would back off. When he didn’t, I urged him to take more. I got eight inches in before he resisted going deeper. I was part way down his tight throat. It was time to fuck.
I pulled out and lubed up my pole. I thought the beds too small and confining for a good fuck so I had him lean against the wall and spread his legs wide. I stepped between them and put my cock to his entrance. He felt it and actually pushed back against it until the head popped in. I thrust in a few more inches and started my stroke. I found his prostate and played with it with my cock-tip. He was moaning quite loudly. A couple more minutes and I got him shooting, hands free.
As he sprayed his seed on the wall and floor I pushed in until I had about eight inside and waited for my Thai friend to calm down. When he relaxed I started stroking, going deeper and soon was in virgin territory. A couple minutes more and I was in to the hilt. Then I started to build to my own release, giving him slow ten-inch strokes and gradually going faster and harder. He was loving it as much as I was loving the friction all along my shaft from his tight ass. My Thai friend was really loud by then.
Another young Thai opened the door and looked at the scene. He unzipped his slacks and pulled out a nice, hard, eight-inches. I pointed to my ass. He grabbed the bottle of lube, used some and pushed himself in me in one thrust. Now I was shuttling between Thai ass and Thai cock. When the guy fucking my ass started to get aggressive I knew he was close so I started fucking my Thai to orgasm. Soon the guy behind me shoved in and held it. I shoved in to the ass I was fucking and started to unload just as my ass was filled. My first Thai shot a second load on the wall.
We uncoupled. The second boy moved to eat out his load from my ass. While the first just rested against the wall. After doing my ass he did the other Thai’s ass and then licked my cock clean. He then offered me a small hand towel to try it off. I retrieved my clothes and started to dress as did my initial partner.
“You guys were fun,” I told them. “By the way, I’m Bill Foster.”
“I’m called Nut,” said the guy I fucked. “This is my older brother, Chai.”
I walked with them back to our table where everyone else had finished dessert and introduced them.
“We close at eleven,” Chai said. “If you stop by around midnight we’d love to have fun with you.”
“Thanks,” Junior said. “But we’ll be at the club down the street. Why don’t you join us there, my treat. I’m told they usually have a long line even late so give me a call at this number and I’ll come out and get you in.” He gave Chai a business card.
The others stood up and we left. Junior put a hundred dollar bill on the table.
Outside there was a line that stretched almost to our restaurant. Junior ignored it and walked to the front where a burly guy in leather vest and pants controlled the entry. We hung back. The guard put his bulk in the way to block Junior’s group.
“We’re VIPs,” Junior stated and used an arm to brush the guard aside.
He got out of their way, saying “Yes sir, my apologies.”
We waited a couple minutes and then Andy moved to the door. The guard just looked at him and backed away. We went in. It was dark and loud inside. Junior and his boys had a table by the dance floor. There was seating on a balcony level that overlooked the dance floor. Andy went to a spot opposite where the others were sitting. All the tables were occupied but Andy just found the one he wanted next to the rail and told the three men currently using it that it was ours. They left without a word and we sat down.
A waiter came over and Andy ordered overpriced cold sodas for us both. We never use alcohol or drugs. This place has a twenty dollar cover and it won’t take many sodas to exceed that. The waiter was nothing special.
It was a good location for us to watch the boys without them noticing us. Junior got up and went on the dance floor with Jack. The dancing for everybody seemed to be grinding bodies together in synch with the beat of the loud music. They did that quite sexily. They moved next to a couple sexy boys, both blond and muscular. Some words were exchanged and they switched off, one with each blond. After some more dancing the beat changed and they invited the blonds to their table.
Junior freed up the nearby table with a word to its current occupants who left without complaint and they pushed the tables together and all sat down. Our boys were drinking sodas but their new guests got beer. Junior had the blond he was dancing with right next to him. The new guys were about six foot so well taller than Junior or the gymnasts but not nearly as muscular.
Junior stood up and kissed the blond next to him. With one hand he held the back of his head and the other guides the blond’s other hand on a tour of his long cock that was hard under his shirt. When they broke the kiss the blond stood and they went off together.
“It looks like Junior found some action,” Andy said. “Why don’t you check it out.”
He made eye contact with a pair of tall muscular Asian guys at the bar. They had a biker look going with leather pants, boots and an open vest that displayed their muscles. They both came over. I stood giving one my seat and went off with the other, telling him to lead me to the place were we could get it on.
They had a dark room off the back of the main floor that seemed to serve that function. We went in and I brought him in for a kiss, giving him tongue and making clear that I was his top. After the kiss, with my eyes adjusted to the dark, I spotted Junior over by the far wall. He had the blond on his hands and knees with the removed pants draped over his back and was fucking him hard. I thought there is no need to be a sneak and took my guy over there. I leaned him against the wall, pulled down his pants to his upper thigh and started fucking.
“It looks like you are having fun,” I said to Junior.
“Yes. This is Greg. His brother, Gary is next. Then I’ll let the boys have them. You here to check up?”
“Of course. But it looks like you have everything under control.”
“It looks like you found a hot number. Want to switch for a while?”
My guy started to say something but I slapped his ass hard and felt his muscles spasm around my cock.
“Sexual matters are for men to decide,” I told him. “Bottom boys listen and serve.” But Junior’s suggestion was really an order so I continued, “sure, switch,” and pulled out of my Asian stud.
Junior pulled out too and we changed. I knelt behind the blond boy and pushed right in to his still open hole. Junior pushed the big Asian to his knees and thrust into him. I had only worked eight inches into him but that is only halfway for Junior. The tough-looking Asian stud was soon whimpering as Junior kept going deeper.
“I let you fuck Greg to keep your cock warm but don’t cum in him,” Junior cautioned. “You can nut in this guy after I breed him.”
I had to obey Junior but he didn’t say I couldn’t get Greg to cum so I worked his ass. By the time Junior had worked over the Asian I had gotten two orgasms from Greg. It was time to switch back.
I knelt behind the Asian stud, now thoroughly subdued. He had his head on his arms on the floor with his ass sticking up and dripping a lot of the cum Junior just deposited. He had shot a couple times with most of his loads going somewhere in his pushed down leather pants. I shoved in all my twelve inches in one thrust. He was very loose after Junior had worked him over but I’m just a little thicker than Junior so there was still good friction. After being in Greg I was ready to shoot so I gave it to him hard, fast and deep. There was no pain now. He was moaning in pleasure. It only took about five minutes for me to seed him and he spurted again with me.
I stood up and pulled up my pants. Then I helped my Asian to his feet. He was wobbly. I pulled up his leather pants for him. They were tight-fitting but I got them up. He had about an eight-inch cock that was still mostly hard. I didn’t know how he wore it so I just tucked it in pointing to his left hip. It made a nice bulge under the leather. I straightened his vest for him. He still looked a mess with a sheen of sweat on all of his skin and face, mussed hair and cum drying on his pants, vest and trunk. I put an arm about his waist and walked him back to our table, leaving Junior and Greg to finish up.
When I got back the other Asian was seated on Andy’s lap, feeling his hard cock under his shirt. He was smiling but when he saw the condition of his buddy he looked worried. I put my guy into a chair, took my seat and had a big drink of my soda.
“Junior is doing fine,” I reported.
Just then we saw Junior return to their table with a happy Greg. He left Greg with the boys and took off with Gary.
“I guess it is our turn,” Andy said, standing and leading his guy off.
Andy had gotten beers for our guests. After a few minutes my stud had recovered enough to take a swig. That seemed to help so I asked them about themselves. I still didn’t even know their names.
He was Mark Yi and his buddy, Joe Kim. Both Korean-Americans. They are personal trainers that work private clients in the Bay Area and at a gym in the Castro. Mark said he hasn’t bottomed since he was seventeen. He is twenty-six now. He thinks Joe is an anal virgin. I told him that, by now, he’s not. He said he had fun though and asked how big Junior was. I told him. I exchanged numbers with him. He was definitely interested in meeting us again.
I saw that Junior was back at his table with a very happy Greg. He sat down and Jack and Rex took both boys away. Then Andy returned with Joe. Joe looked a lot better than Mark did. I would say he was giddy. He had an arm about Andy’s shoulder and was telling Andy how great he was. He sat down and took a big drink from his beer.
Junior was sitting alone but he pointed at something. A minute later two young men, maybe early twenties joined him. They sat down and talked. He got a call on his cell and left for a few minutes, returning with my two Thai friends from the restaurant. Just then Jack and Rex returned with their boys and they all crowded around the table and made introductions and got a fresh round of drinks.
Then Junior left with the two Thai boys. Andy took the opportunity to have some fun with Mark who had recovered from his first round. I chatted with Joe. He had indeed been an anal virgin but it was great. He shot three big loads without touching his cock. I told him that Andy is exceptional but he and Joe should just switch off now that you’ve gotten into butt fun. I mentioned that I gave Joe my number and we might be able to see them again.
Junior returned with two happy Thai boys just as Andy came back with Mark. He also looked energized from his fuck session. Joe suggested we come to their place for the night but Andy declined and suggested they might want to explore things themselves. He sent them off.
The two Thais went off with Greg and Gary, leaving Junior and his boys with his new friends. Junior said something to Rex and he left. A couple minutes and we saw him heading toward us.
We’re with two guys. They invited us to their home. Junior wants you to come too. Here is the address. He gave Andy a slip of paper. At the gate he said tell the intercom we are with Junior and it will open for you. He left. It sounded like those guys were rich. Andy decided to go. We settled up and left just as Junior’s group got up. We were just behind them heading outside. It was about one thirty in the morning.
We saw a big limo pull up and all got in the back it drove off as we went to the Mercedes. It turned out the address was on Billionaire’s Row, big mansions surrounded by high walls. We pulled up to the gate, said the magic words and were admitted. We were directed to park in the circular drive to the side of the main entrance. The door was opened by staff as we approached. We were directed to a wing on the right at the top of the big main staircase. We came to big double doors and Andy knocked. It was opened by one of the guys from the club. He was shirtless. We went in. He closed and locked it behind us.
Junior, Jack, Rex and the other guy were already nude in a lounge area. The guy from the club was on his knees with about six inches of Junior in his mouth. Junior made the introductions. Our hosts were brothers, Jason and Marcus Howard, Jay and Mark, twenty-five and twenty-three, both Stanford graduates. They are old money. Their parents are away doing international charity work and the boys have very well paid positions in their charitable foundation. They know their boys are gay. They promised them marriage and grandchildren but they will still keep an active gay life. They frequently have guests and the staff of the mansion won’t be a problem.
Mark was the one sucking Junior. He was six foot with a gym toned body and defined abs, brown hair and six-inches hard. Jay, who opened the door was an inch taller with an inch more cock, a similar body and also brown hair. We were all much more muscular and better hung so the brothers must have known they were bottoming tonight. They both had nice firm butts and Mark had worked about ten inches of Junior into his throat so they were probably experienced in oral too. We would definitely test their limits.
Andy and I shed our clothes. Andy had Jay get on his knees and nurse his cock. Jay certainly never imagined having one two feet long in his hand, much less his mouth but he was willing to try. He put the tip to his lips while stroking the lengthy shaft with both hands. He licked around the crown. Andy had to press the back of his head to get him to open and accept the first few inches.
Meanwhile Junior had hands holding Mark’s head on both sides as he worked himself deeper in his throat. He had twelve inches in and was making progress. You could see his throat expand and relax each time Junior pressed in and pulled out. Junior only had a couple inches to go when I saw his exposed shaft pulse as it pumped cum. He pressed in the last inches and Mark got the first volley right to his stomach. Junior pulled back until the head was in Mark’s mouth so he could taste and swallow his cream. Mark tried but lost a lot past his lips and it dribbled down his chin to the floor.
“Mark, you’re a great cocksucker but you spilled too much of my top quality protein,” Junior said, helping Mark to his feet.
He wiped up the spillage on a couple fingers and fed it back to Mark.
Jay couldn’t take more than a couple inches of Andy into his throat without gagging but Andy is much thicker than Junior. I can do him though. Andy let him work on his end in his mouth and with his hands for a few minutes.
“Here it comes,” he warned. “Be ready to swallow fast.”
Jay gave it his best effort but it was just too much, too fast. He pulled the spurting cock from his lips. The next burst soaked his face and hair. He jumped to his feet, getting the next shots on his trunk and groin. I then jumped in to drink the rest.
“Brother, you should see yourself,” Mark said. “Andy, can I try… when you are ready to cum again.”
“Oh, I can cum again, just as much, right now,” Andy assured him. “But I was thinking of seeding your ass. I think you’ll love my long cock in there.”
“Surely, it would never fit,” Mark said. “The biggest either of us have taken was not half as long and not nearly as thick. Has anyone ever taken it all?”
The four of us raised our hands.
“You invited five studs into your home,” Junior said. “You knew we were big, though we’re probably bigger than you imagined. What did you think was going to happen? I’ll make it clear to you. By morning both of you will be carrying sperm from all of us and your asses will feel great even, especially, with the biggest cocks in them. It will be the best sex in your lives. That’s not a boast, just a simple fact. Now where do you like to get fucked?”
“We’ll do it in our bedroom,” Jay stated. “Can you give me a hand cleaning this off?”
“Boys, help him,” Junior directed.
Jack and Rex licked up the dripping cum and fed it back to him from their tongues. In a few minutes the cum was gone but his skin was damp with their saliva.
Mark led us to their suite. The big bed, about double king size, was the first thing we noticed. They had a sitting area with a huge TV on the wall almost as big as the one in the lounge. Attached was a bath with a huge tub and a shower that could easily hold all of us. Another door led to an office with two desks, facing each other, shelves of books and filing cabinets. We all went back to the bedroom.
“It’s bigger than my bedroom,” Junior stated as he picked Mark up by his hips and easily tossed him ten feet onto his back in the center of the big bed. He jumped up after him and bent his legs back to his chest, upturning his ass. “Boys, feed Mark your cocks to muffle his sounds when I open his ass.”
“Where do you keep your lube?” I asked Jay.
He got a bottle out of the nightstand and I tossed it to Junior. He was kneeling behind Mark. Jack and Rex has taken over holding Mark’s legs back. They had their cocks, tips touching, just above Mark’s lips. The boys would push the end in so he alternated sucking each one. Meanwhile Junior was working the lube around and in Mark’s experienced hole. Even though Junior’s groin was several inches behind Mark’s ass, his long pole pressed beside Mark’s six-inch member and several inches beyond it. It was dripping pre-cum continually onto Mark’s abs. Mark was staring at it, no doubt wondering what he’d gotten into. From his angle it must be easy to see how much thicker Junior was compared to his normal dick.
Junior put lube on both hands and rubbed it down his length, getting it nice and slick. He tossed the bottle back to me. I lubed up Jay’s hole and then rubbed plenty on my cock. I held Jay’s hips and slowly pushed in a few inches.
“Why not use the bed to fuck me, Bill?” Jay asked as I entered him since we were both standing near it.
“I’m just warming you up for the real fuck,” I answered. “I’ll get your first dozen inches relaxed and slick and then Andy will take over and go twice as deep.”
And I did. I slowly got all of me inside. The first eight inches were pretty easy but he was tighter after that. I think the last two inches may have been unexplored territory. I wasn’t trying to bring him or I off, just getting him comfortable with a big cock so he could take a really big one.
When I thought he was ready I pulled out and put him on the bed. I bridged his body with mine in a sixty-nine position and took his hard cock in my mouth. I pressed my cock to his lips and he let me enter him. Meanwhile Andy had lubed his long pole and lifted Jay’s legs to his shoulders. I had a ringside view as he put the tip in position and shoved a few inches inside.
I could feel Jay’s cock buck in reaction to the penetration and he tightened his mouth around my cock. Andy started a steady, slow, stroke that pushed all his pleasure buttons. I had done my part well and I saw more and more of his thick, veiny member slide in Jay. He was trying to moan but the sounds were muffled by my cock filling his mouth.
Andy had about ten inches in when I heard Mark having his first orgasm of this round. With my head between Jay’s upraised thighs I couldn’t see any of the action beside us and wondered how much cock Junior had used to bring him off. That seemed to inspire Andy to bring Jay off. He started upping the pace and adjusted his angle to give extra pressure on Jay’s prostate. It only took a minute to get Jay to spray his cum in my mouth.
Andy used the opportunity to shove in six more inches. He was now in sixteen and had eight to go. Jay was getting a little frantic. I knew what he was going through. Andy was in so deep he is feeling him in places where he’d never felt anything before. Yes, you’ve had poop in there before but that is not alive, throbbing, moving and trying to rearrange your insides. I moved a hand to his abdomen and could feel the end of Andy’s thick cock moving under the firm muscles of his belly. I began to buck my hips to fuck his mouth to distract him from what was going on inside him.
I watched Andy’s trimmed, black, pubic bush gradually move closer to Jay’s firm butt. Finally the last bit was in and I took all Jay’s seven-inches in my mouth and pressed my nose into Andy’s hair.
“You have all of me, Jay,” Andy announced. “Now feel what it can do when I really get going.”
Andy did a foot-long stroke, pulling out and finishing in to the hilt. So he was working over the deep twelve inches where nothing has been before while the first twelve get friction from the sliding shaft. It was working on Jay. He was trying to writhe his body around but me on top of him and my cock deep in his mouth had him mostly immobile. I started to match my fuck in his mouth to Andy’s in his ass.
After a few minutes of that I was rewarded with another drink of Jay’s cum. Andy took that as his cue to build his speed. He went faster and faster. Then there was a final thrush and he released his juice. I had timed myself right and shot a load in Jay’s mouth. That was enough to force a third orgasm from Jay.
I could feel Jay relax as Andy stopped pulsing in his gut. He thought we were done. I knew better. Andy held himself still for a minute until he felt Jay relax around his embedded flesh. Then he resumed his fuck stroke, slow to start but steadily building. Jay was super sensitive after three orgasms and Andy’s thrusts had him quickly on the road to another. I started to fuck his mouth again and work his own pole with my tongue and lips. It took another fifteen minutes for Andy to pump more cum into him and I to feed him more of mine. Jay fed me twice.
“That was the best sex ever,” Mark asserted.
“Yeah,” Jay agreed.
It was near four. We were tired. We all got under the covers in the big bed. Andy was still inside Jay and Junior in Mark. Jack, Rex and I were in the middle. I slept facing Jay after giving him a good night kiss where we shared the taste of the remains of each other’s cum. Rex eased up into Jack’s ass for the night.
Mark turned off the lights with a voice command and we were quickly asleep.
Movement on the bed awakened me. Morning light flooded the room. The commotion was Junior and Jack double penetrating Mark. He wasn’t liking being stretched so wide but Junior was fully up his gut and had arms around his chest to hold Mark to him. He had a couple fingers in Mark’s mouth to prevent him from objecting and muffle any sounds. Jack had worked his full eight inches in alongside Junior and was stroking about two inches while Junior was stroking six. As I watched Mark started to get into the fuck as pleasure overcame his fear and pain from the double entry.
It looked so hot I figured I’d see if I could try it with Jay. He and Andy were still asleep and Andy still had about sixteen inches in him. Watching Mark had gotten me hard. I scooted down the bed until the end of my cock was at the right level. Then I carefully lifted Jay’s left leg over my right thigh so I had access to the point where Andy entered him. I moved my tip to the juncture and applied steady pressure. I could feel the flesh start to yield and pressed a little harder. Jay was still sleeping but he was trying to back his hips away. Andy behind and inside him limited his freedom and I placed a hand on his hips to hold him steady and calm him. It worked. I felt my crown slip inside. Steady pressure got me another three inches. Jay’s body tensed as the double thickness reached his prostate. I started to stroke that area.
Andy regained full hardness from my friction on his bottom inches. I knew he woke when his cock twitched a couple times, rocking Jay and I with its strength. That got Jay to open his eyes but he was disoriented by the unfamiliar signals his body was sending his brain. He was sandwiched between two very muscular bodies, each much bigger than his slim defined frame. Andy was way up inside his belly while his bottom was being stretched beyond its previous limits. He looked at me then turned his head to glimpse Andy behind him and then back to me. I kissed him and pressed my tongue into him as I worked another inch into him. I could feel his cock on my abs. He was hard. I kept stroking and adding inches. Then I felt Andy start a motion, going out a few inches as I went in and then in as I went out. That was enough to trigger Jay into spraying his seed.
I kept going until I had about nine inches inside. That was the limit as I had to use a few inches to reach his entrance from my position in the front. Andy extended more than a foot beyond where I could reach. We kept up our thrusting for another ten minutes or so before releasing our loads and getting a second from Jay.
“I’ve never had two cocks in my hole before,” Jay said. “It was great. And you guys are huge. I didn’t imagine I could stretch so wide.”
“They doubled me too,” Mark said. “It was painful being forced open. I tried to get you to stop.”
“You didn’t say anything,” Junior countered.
“You had fingers in my mouth. I couldn’t speak. You should have stopped.”
“And then you wouldn’t have had all the pleasure we gave you once you were opened enough to accept us both,” Junior responded. “You came five times before we finished. You are two slim bottom boys servicing five muscular tops. As long as we are here we are going to use you anyway we want. If you have a problem with that just ask us to leave.”
“About that,” Jay began. “Can you stay over tonight too?”
“Junior, Jack and Rex don’t have classes Monday morning,” Andy stated. “But Bill and I have class at eleven. We can stay until about seven.”
“Stay until nine and we’ll arrange a helicopter to fly you back,” Mark said. “We have a pad out back. One of our staff will drive your car back in the afternoon.”
“That is settled,” Andy agreed. “And you two boys just signed up for another day and night of sexual service. Now I think it is time to try out your huge shower.”
I had a chance to fuck Mark in the shower while Jack and Rex did Jay. When we got out the sheets had been changed and the bed made.
“We usually have breakfast in the garden on Sunday if the weather is nice like it is today,” Mark said.
“You have your club clothes but you might prefer gym shorts,” Jay added. “Our waist size is similar and we have some that are loose in the legs and might handle the mass of your thickest thighs. I don’t know about those big cocks though.”
We each picked out a pair. Mine was blue. Junior took a red pair and cinched up the drawstring waist. With his short size it extended to his knee but that still left a couple inches of soft cock exposed. Andy wore white. The material was tight around his huge thighs and the tube of his soft cock was clear. But he is sixteen inches soft and that meant it was about six inches beyond where the leg was covered. The brothers decided it wasn’t a problem.
They took us on a tour as we went to the garden. There were a couple guest suites in this wing that they use when they have friends over that don’t sleep with them.
Down on the main level they showed us a very complete gym. There was a bar on a massive bench press bench. It had two, twenty kilo plates on it, so sixty kilos total. I figured that was about what these boys could manage. Andy removed the twenties and put the four fifties they had in the rack on the bar then added back the twenties plus two more on each side, so 340 kilos, counting the bar. He got in position and pressed it off the rack and did twenty easy reps with the weight and put it back on the rack. The exertion got him partly hard so he was now showing eight inches.
“With a setup like this,” Andy observed, “you should have developed some serious muscle. You may not be using good form. I’ll give you the number of a couple personal trainers that could help you. I think you’ll find they can help you in other ways too.”
We went out to the garden. A table was set with seven chairs. It had a nice spread. Off to the side there was a station with a chef ready to make omelets, pancakes, waffles or whatever to order. He smiled seeing us and would look at Andy and Junior as often as he could, definitely gay.
We were hungry. Junior talked about his gymnastic work and getting the team ready for the NCAA championships in April. He had three weeks but thought they would take them easily. The national and world championships were in the summer and, by then, his guys would blow everybody away. Jack and Rex gave a demo of some basic tumbling on the lawn.
Jay said that if they are as good as you promise their charity can use them for promotional work. The pay would be great. Junior invited them to come up for their practice on Friday and shower with the team afterward. They knew what that meant. Then they would stay at our place for the weekend and they should expect to be used hard. They agreed.
We let Junior and his boys take the brothers inside for fun while Andy and I stayed out to enjoy the garden. Andy wanted to talk.
“How do you think Junior is doing?” Andy asked to begin.
“I think he is doing great and I’m sure you do to. You just need confirmation. We saw him handle himself at the club. He was dominant without being too aggressive. Everyone deferred to him because they sensed his superiority. He is not at your level. I think his small physical size lets some think they can cower him. Those he quickly sets straight.
“You know he asserted dominance over me,” I added. “I can’t challenge him on any decision and I will submit to anything he wants of me. But what I’m telling you is not based on that. Well, maybe in part it is. You see he subdued me not with the sexual magic you both have but on a pure physical level. I guess I was impressed that he subdued me so easily.”
“I knew you became submissive to him by your body language when you are together,” Andy said. “But I agree that he uses his assets in a mature fashion. I gather that the condition of the Asian stud I sent you to fuck was his doing, not yours.”
“Yes,” I agreed. “He knew I was there to report on him. He pulled me off of that muscular Asian stud and took him apart sexually as I watched just to demonstrate he could. Then he went back to give the guy he brought to the back room the most pleasure he’d ever had.”
“I agree that he’s shown he can be sexually responsible,” Andy stated. “We don’t need to watch his every move. But he still hasn’t started making sperm and he has had no female involvement as yet so there are unknowns.”
“Well, he might be strictly gay,” I suggested. “We could try to set him up with a girl.”
“I really don’t know,” Andy thought out loud. “If he suddenly starts making sperm with her, I’m a grandfather before I’m twenty-five. We’ll see how he develops on his own without forcing the issue.”
That seemed to be what he wanted off his chest. We went back inside to join the fun.
When we climbed into the helicopter Monday morning the brothers were not there to see us off. We had left them happily exhausted, covered in cum, in the center of their big bed.
It’s me again, Bill Foster, to continue our story. I live in a townhouse with my original roommate, muscle god Andy Wang. Andy is six foot four with massive development and a full two-foot and very thick cock. He has some sort of hypnotic sexual power over everyone he meets but with his looks and confidence he rarely needs it.
His son Andy Junior also lives with us. Big Andy’s sperm is special which you would know if you ever had any swimming in your gut. I have. You can feel them in their millions squirming inside you. It’s incredibly erotic. Andy can cum in buckets but only releases sperm on special occasions. One was to get his son. Now only a few months old he is already three foot ten and muscled like a small version of his dad. He has sixteen inches too. He acts and talks like an adult but only has a few months experience. He’s a quick learner though and easily dominates normal males. He’s just not as smooth at it as his dad and sometimes needs to assert his dominance while, with his dad, most just concede it.
Junior has his own room in our house and lives with his boys, Jack Gardner and Rex Randall. Both are gymnasts on the college team. Junior is preparing them and the other gymnasts for the NCAA championship in three weeks. Junior, with his strength and coordination, can do things no other gymnast in the world could even attempt. But that might cause too much attention. He got the position of assistant gymnastic coach and, aided by a boost from his mother’s milk, his team could be unbeatable.
After our return from the weekend in San Francisco things got back to normal. Of course, normal in our house meant lots of sex. Big Andy often had a guest for overnight or spent the night outside. Sometimes I would sleep with Andy and his friends but I also would invite friends in to share my bed. Junior usually had one or more of the team come over with their boyfriends. He has given me permission to fuck Jack or Rex whenever I want but if he wants me to join his action, either to be fucked by him or his guests, that takes priority over whatever plans I might have made.
It was finally Friday. We had big plans for the weekend. I was in the showers after swim practice getting a standing fuck under the spray from one of my swim teammates. We heard the gymnastics team approaching after their practice, boisterous as usual. My fucker speed up to get his release before they arrived. He seeded my ass just as we spotted Junior entering with his arms around the waists of Jack and Rex.
Next was Enrique Ramirez with his arm around the back of Jay Howard, followed by Feng Zhu holding Jay’s younger brother Mark similarly. Jay and Mark, our billionaire friends from last weekend, had been invited to observe the gymnastics practice and stay the weekend with us. They were followed by the last two team members, Joe Johnson, black and the biggest gymnast at five-eight and also biggest at eight point five inches, and Jim Jervis, five-six and seven inches.
Since Junior had dosed all his gymnasts with his mother’s potent milk they had gained size, muscular mass and even more muscular strength and improved their already great coordination. While not an effect of the milk they have also become very sexually aggressive. Junior says that they need to attack an ass like they attack their gymnastic apparatus. They do. Since my swim team practices at the same time and we share the post practice shower with them, we reap the benefits. All of our swimmers had been fucked by all of the gymnasts and, of course, Junior. Some are now their boyfriends but they often switch off during showers.
Enrique’s and Feng’s boyfriends are the identical twins, Dave and Dallas. They brought Jay and Mark over to them and made introductions. The boyfriend relationship is somewhat unusual even for the sexual free-for-all we have. Dave and Dallas freely switch off between Enrique and Feng. If they have clothes on or it’s really dark and you can’t see the tiny mole on Dave’s right butt, they really can’t be sure which twin they have. Sometimes they even swapped in the middle of the evening. Also the twins are widely considered the hottest bottoms in our university and I agree. So they are open to sex with other hot guys beyond just their boyfriends. If you spot them around campus they are always walking with a guy or two with a hand caressing their butt, having just fucked it or about to. They were each carrying sperm from some of their teammates by the time their boyfriends arrived but not mine this day.
Junior came over to me. I got to my knees so we could speak face to face. Junior doesn’t like to look up at me when we talk.
“How was the practice?” I asked.
“It went well,” Junior replied. “Jay and Mark were impressed. The boys are every bit as good as I advertised. Now they will find out they are just as good in other ways too.”
Enrique and Feng had their boyfriends leaning against the wall under adjacent shower heads while Jay and Mark fucked their asses. Then the gymnasts entered them. Dave and Dallas had had their legs together when they were entered which required their fuckers to straddle their thighs to fuck. Once everyone was coupled they spread their legs wide, forcing open the legs of the guys fucking them until they lost contact with the floor. Enrique and Feng stepped up between the spread legs and held the boys they were fucking by the hips, thrusting the suspended boys in the middle into their boyfriends or back onto them. All this happened so quickly and smoothly that Jay and Mark had no time to react. They went from a normal fuck sandwich to one where they had lost all control and were just toys to be used for the pleasure of other men. I was certain Junior planned it. The billionaires are powerful in their own world but in our world they serve our needs.
Then Junior fucked me followed by some of his team. His guests got a sample from everyone on the team in the ass or mouth. It was a pretty typical post-practice shower.
We were walking back to our lockers, drying ourselves with gym towels when we saw the official gymnastics coach by Junior’s locker.
“Who are your guests?” he got out before Junior silenced him with a nasty look. He swallowed hard realizing he was in trouble.
“I told you not to bother me,” Junior stated. “I don’t tolerate disobedience. On your back on the bench,” he demanded and the coach complied.
Junior ripped off the coach’s gym shorts and had Jay fuck his ass with his legs on Jay’s shoulders while Mark straddled his chest and fed him his cock.
“My guests, now enjoying your holes, are Jay and Mark Howard,” Junior explained. “They run the Howard Family Foundation, a charity. The foundation will be sponsoring our gymnastics program, paying my salary as coach, upgraded facilities and full scholarships with generous stipends for our athletes. Since I will be Coach we are kicking you upstairs to Assistant Athletic Director with a modest raise. I don’t want to see your face in here again. If I do the consequences will be severe. Their lawyers will be by Monday to make the arrangements official. Boys seed his ass and mouth. Then go and clean your stuff out of my new office.”
They did. He scurried off to do as he was told, looking scared. We dressed and took the short, pleasant walk to our house.
“We hired the personal trainers your dad recommended,” Mark said. “They train us Monday, Wednesday and Friday evenings and spend the night with us. We should make good gains now. We told them we couldn’t train tonight but when we told them our plans they wanted to come along and your dad okayed it. They cancelled their clients for the weekend.”
We were home. Jack ran ahead to open the door and we went in. Andy Senior was already home. He was fucking Nut, the Thai waiter from the restaurant last weekend. His big brother Chai had obviously already been fucked and was sprawled, exhausted, in the big chair.
“Welcome back guys,” Big Andy said while keeping up his fuck of Nut. “I invited our Thai friends from last week and they brought their new boyfriends. They offered to cook for the weekend. The boyfriends, Greg and Gary, are downstairs with your trainers.”
Nut was finally experiencing a two-foot cock and it looked like he was enjoying it. His own cock had spewed several loads on his muscled belly. That belly normally would be flat but the cobblestones of his abs on the left side were bulged up by the thick intrusion beneath them. Chai on the chair turned his head to look at us but his eyes seemed glassy as he was still dazed from his fuck. He was leaking cum on the leather cushion and his own seed was dripping over the side of his torso.
We heard the sound of people coming up the steps moments before Greg and Gary entered the main level followed by the big Koreans, Mark Yi and Joe Kim. They were in high spirits. I’m sure Mark and Joe had just fucked the two twinkish brothers. Then Mark spotted Junior and his expression changed. He looked scared. He went to his knees in front of Junior.
“Please sir,” he begged. “Don’t fuck me like you did last weekend. I know I have no right to tell you how to use me but it was so intense it drained all my energy.”
“Don’t cry,” Junior told him softly, wiping a drop from the corner of his eye with a finger. “I should not have used you like that. But Bill had brought you down to check on me and I wanted to demonstrate that I could handle even a powerful stud like yourself. So I used my cock to drive you into such a sexual frenzy it left you weak and disoriented. So much that Bill practically had to carry you back, but not before he added a load to your ass too. You’ve probably never been used like that and though I will use you again, from now on it will be pure fun for you as well as I. But, I don’t even know your name.”
“He’s Mark Yi,” said the billionaire Mark. “He’s my trainer because we are both Marks. Of course, mine is short for Marcus. The other one is Joe Kim. He trains Jay. When they sleep over they switch off. Both are great tops given that they only have eight inches. Size does matter after all.”
“Well Mark Yi, come on up to my room and let me make amends for last weekend,” Junior said. “Joe come too. You can fuck Jack until I finish with Mark and then we’ll switch.”
“Thank you, sir,” Mark said, standing and letting Junior lead him up the stairs followed my Jack and Joe.
“Jay, Mark, I’ll be done with Nut in a few minutes and then Bill and I will make you feel welcome,” Big Andy said while keeping a steady stroke in the slim Thai.
I went over to the couch where Nut was on his back. His eyes were shut as he concentrated on what was going on inside him. I put my hand on his cum soaked belly and spread the fluid over his light brown skin. Nut opened his eyes.
“Nut, how does it feel to have Andy’s two-foot pole inside you?” I asked, placing my palm over the bulge it made under his tight abdominal muscles and pressing down until I could feel the moving hard flesh underneath.
“Last weekend, I was too scared to try it,” Nut admitted. “But I really enjoyed your cock that was bigger than any I’d had before. And then Junior did us at the club. When Andy called to invite us, Chai and I knew it meant we’d be fucked by him. We knew Andy was big but when we saw it hard it was even bigger than we imagined. Chai being the older and bigger went first. Watching him I knew it wasn’t going to be easy but I could see and hear that Chai was getting pleasure along with the discomfort. Andy knows how to handle his huge pole in small guys. And once Chai was opened up…well you can see what the fuck did to him.”
“Chai was fun,” Andy confirmed. “But he doesn’t bottom regularly. Nut took me much easier.”
“You can see how it rearranges my body as Andy thrusts,” Nut said. “I can feel its power inside me. It pulses with blood in time with his heartbeat and every little twitch is so strong it shakes my whole body. Just having something like that within you is so erotic. The sensations go right to my brain and cock.”
“We know,” the boys and I said almost simultaneously, wishing they were in Nut’s place.
“Okay Nut,” Andy began. “Are you ready to get fucked?”
“Fucked? You’re already fucking me,” Nut responded.
“Oh, I was just getting you loose and playing with you,” Andy stated. “The real fuck starts now.”
Andy started speeding up and lengthening his strokes. The effect on Nut was immediate. His muscles tensed up and he arched his back in a full body convulsion as his cock spewed more seed. His cock stopped spurting but stayed hard. His body fell out of the arch but started shaking, not just from the pounding he was getting but because his brain was just randomly sending out signals. Some of those were to his cock that every minute or two would sent forth a single jet of cum, not the multiple jets from a true orgasm. Then Andy made his final plunge and jetted his juices into Nut’s abused gut. Nut gave a scream and had a final true orgasm before going limp.
“Why don’t we continue this up in my room,” Andy suggested, pulling out of Nut.
I followed them. Meanwhile Rex took Greg and Gary down to the playroom asking them if they had ever spit roasted a stud.
“Thank you for recommending Mark and Joe,” Jay told Andy once we entered the master suite. “They have already corrected the errors we were making in our training and they are fun in bed.”
“When we first met them they acted like real alpha studs,” Mark added. “They were sexually aggressive from our initial greeting and throughout the training session. We did invite them to stay the night but we knew from their actions that they were going to fuck us, invitation or no. They were pretty decent tops too but nobody can match you and Junior.”
“But when we saw them here with you they were totally submissive,” Jay continued. “We didn’t expect that from them.”
“They are alpha studs in normal company,” Andy explained. “But even an alpha can sense the presence of a superior male. They did and acted accordingly. When you get them back in your bed they’ll be back to normal.
“Enough talk. Jay, I’ll start with you and Bill will fuck Mark.”
Andy had just finished with Mark and me with Jay when Nut knocked on our door to announce that dinner was ready. We went down, still nude, Mark and Jay still leaking cum and all of us still splattered with residue of the numerous loads they released. Of course that was pretty much the norm. Mark and Joe had been well fucked by Junior and appeared in awe of the tiny stud.
Nut and Chai had prepared a delicious Thai meal for us all. It was true Thai spicy, not the toned down versions that they normally serve Americans. They had packed food for us all for the entire weekend, saying that serving us all great food is a partial payback for the great sex they will be having. A couple of their many cousins are filling in for them at the restaurant.
After dinner we had the rest of the gymnastics team join us with their boyfriends. The evening was just a nonstop orgy. After midnight I took our Thai guests and their boyfriends, Greg and Gary, to my room for the night. I had fucked Greg last week at the club when Junior switched off to Mark Yi but Junior hadn’t let me seed his ass.
“Greg, Gary, I saw you go off with Nut and Chai after Junior had fucked you all,” I said. “I gather you are now boyfriends with them.”
“Well, sort of,” Gary admitted. “They took us back to their closed restaurant and we went to their bunk room. The other Thai guys were there. Their younger brother, Win, just eighteen, and three cousins. Win was really kind of hot, nice muscles and eight inches. He was happy to see us because as the youngest he bottoms for the others. That was our function for the night. We didn’t get any sleep but it was great.”
“In the morning we invited Nut, Chai and Win to our place,” Greg continued. “It was just a short walk. We just slept together until early afternoon and Nut whipped up some omelets for everyone. We had gotten back to sex when our neighbor walked in. He and his wife have the big apartment on the top floor. He works at Google like we do. His wife knows he is bi and doesn’t care if he fucks us. He’s quite a stud, good muscles and almost nine inches. Well he sees Nut and Chai fucking us and me sucking Win’s cock. Win pulls out of me and goes to him. Before he knows what was happening he is beside us on the bed with Win’s eight inches up his ass. I think he was an anal virgin before that. A couple hours later his cute wife pops in to find her husband. She was expecting to see him fucking us, she has watched him do it before. But instead she finds him with two Thai cocks sharing his ass and a third down his throat. Our Thai friends just break off from her husband that they had mostly exhausted already and brought his wife to the bed where they each fucked her, seeding her cunt before carrying them, still naked, back to their apartment.”
“Yes, Greg and Gary are our boyfriends,” Nut confirmed. “We share them with everyone when they stay over at the restaurant, which they’ve done twice more in the last week. The other nights we stay with them. It is nice to have a big bed and a real shower. Win has adopted the upstairs couple and stays with them when we are with our boyfriends. He told the wife to discontinue birth control and intends to breed her. Her husband now knows he is not man enough to satisfy a woman but Win will take care of his sexual needs.”
“It was cool seeing how easily our boyfriends took over our neighbors,” Gary admitted. “We knew they were real men but even so we never expected them to turn what we thought was an alpha male and his wife into their sluts.”
“You were fun when I fucked you last week,” I said. “But I wouldn’t have pegged you as so dominant. What happened?”
“Junior happened,” Chai confirmed. “We saw him in action at the club. When he took us to the back room to fuck us he told us that we could be more like him if we just had the confidence to assert our superiority. After he dropped a load of cum in both our asses, and he was great by the way, he told us to go over to two hot muscled White boys making out before their own sex and tell them to clean our cocks and eat out the loads in our asses. They were both bigger than us but we did as Junior directed. We went over to them, shoved them both to the wall and made our demand. They went right to their knees and got to work. It was a real turn-on for us both. When they finished we got them to their feet and kissed them, tasting some of Junior’s cum from their mouths.”
“Junior told us we did good,” Nut continued. “He said he was giving us Gary and Greg and we should take good care of them.”
“They have,” Gary stated. “Chai and Nut are our special studs but we love it that they share us with their brother and cousins. We are two well satisfied White boys.”
“Well, since you’re such studs now,” I began, “you can decide how you want to use me.”
They decided to double fuck me. Nut lay on his back and I straddled his hips, taking his cock. Then Chai pushed in from behind me while Gary and Greg fed me cock alternately. I pretended they were stretching me wide but together Nut and Chai are not as thick as Big Andy. They did get a good rhythm working my prostate and I shot a couple times before they seeded my gut. I took their boyfriends’ loads in my mouth too.
Chai pulled out and I rolled to my side with Nut still inside. We cuddled together for bed with Gary pushed into my front. I heard Chai fucking Greg as I drifted off to sleep.
Movement on the bed woke me. It was morning. Nut pulled out of my ass. I felt some cum dripping when he popped out. I didn’t know if it was from last night or if he’d shot some fresh stuff while I was still sleeping. He and Chai were going to make breakfast for everyone. Nut told me to go back to sleep. He scooped up some of the leaking cum and feed it to me on his fingers saying it would satisfy my hunger until they had the meal ready. It tasted fresh and a little spicy, maybe a residue from all the heat they served with dinner last night. I was definitely developing a taste for Thai food.
Greg had also awaken when Chai pulled out of him. I turned over and pushed into his ass. It also had fresh cum. I gave him a good fuck for several minutes until we both shot. Then we must have gone back to sleep.
Sometime later we were roused by Nut announcing the meal. We grabbed a quick shower and I took the opportunity to fuck Gary under the spray while he sucked his brother’s cock. We then went to breakfast still nude as was everyone.
The Thais had set it up as a buffet because we had so many with the gymnastics team and their boyfriends. Everyone was in high spirits after a night of great sex. Like we had, most had taken showers to wash off the dried cum from last night’s fun but several were still leaking fresh juice from stretched holes that were just incapable of keeping all the cum inside.
The personal trainers, Mark and Joe, were leaking particularly badly so the twins got behind them on their knees to lap up the juice and try and clean the insides with their tongue. Meanwhile Enrique and Feng, likely responsible for the cum deposits, were chatting with them while munching of their food.
I went to the kitchen where Nut was standing by the range ready to make omelets to order. He was wearing a white apron tied about his slim waist and nothing else. He had what looked like an overall tan but was just his natural color. That firm, brown, butt that I’d had before was tempting. I ordered an omelet with mushrooms, onion and cheddar cheese and pushed my cock into his hole. He turned his head back and cautioned me to keep him him steady while I fucked so he could do the omelet. I held his hips under the apron tightly in my hands as I began my stroke. I watched over his shoulder as he made the order. As it neared completion I picked up my pace. Nut was having trouble concentrating and his hand movements were unsteady. I kept him on the edge until he slid the omelet onto a plate and put down the pan. Then we had a great climax together. I eased out of him. He turned to me and handed me my omelet. He moved a hand inside his apron and came out with a finger coated in the load he just shot. He smeared his cream along the top of my omelet saying it was his special sauce. It was my best tasting omelet ever.
It was late Sunday evening. Everyone had gone home except for our core group. We were down in the playroom where we had just changed the cum soaked sheets and started a load in the washing machine. Mark and Jay were sitting on the edge of one of the beds with their trainers sitting on the floor by their feet. They were telling us the arrangements they made for the gymnastic team’s trip to the NCAA Nationals the week after next.
“The competition is in Atlanta,” Jay started. “We’ll take the foundation’s Gulfstream G550 from Oakland International’s business terminal. The venue is State Farm Arena so we booked a club floor at the Ritz-Carlton Atlanta for the team. It will give us some privacy and is very near the arena.”
“That sounds good,” Junior confirmed. “How many can we take?”
“The plane is configured for fourteen,” Mark stated. “You and the team make seven, plus Jay and I. We have five spaces to work with. The hotel floor we booked is big suites but can easily accommodate more than twice our numbers. We just wanted to assure privacy.”
“Bill and I will come,” Big Andy stated.
“No Dad, you can’t come,” insisted Junior. “This is my responsibility and I don’t want you looking over my shoulder. Bill can come as equipment manager if you want someone to spy on me.”
“This is the first time you’ll be away and on your own,” Big Andy explained. “I’ll stay in the background.”
“Again no, Dad,” Junior repeated. “You think of me as your little boy but I’m a man. On Monday I’ll be the official gymnastics coach with the rank of full professor and a $300,000 a year salary. Jay and Mark are buying this house for me, so you will be living in my house not me in yours.” Jay and Mark nodded in confirmation. “I did this on my own without your help. And everyone in this room, yourself excepted, knows I’m a man not a boy and they all are carrying my cum in their gut as proof.”
As he mentioned that everyone of us squirmed on our butts remembering the time today that Junior had jetted his cream into us. I had to admit it was a good argument.
“Okay,” Andy agreed. “I’ll watch the meet on TV. But I want a report each night from Bill on how things are going.”
“With that settled,” Junior said, “I’ll take Bill and a photographer slash reporter from the campus paper. He’ll do publicity and can freelance some photos to the local papers. Interest will be high once the word gets around about how we are blowing away the other schools.”
“Good,” Jay agreed. “We have three seats open so we will take Mark and Joe. They can assist Bill and you’ll have a couple more bottoms to service the team.”
“We’ll free our schedule,” Joe confirmed. “It is Wednesday through Sunday, correct? All your gymnasts are such aggressive tops, not to mention yourself, that I don’t know if any of us will be functional by the end of the competition. I think it will take me a day to recover from this weekend.” He rubbed his abused, muscled, bottom.
“Just one more thing,” Jay added. “Our chefs have been with us for six years and they want to open their own restaurant. We agreed to finance it. We really enjoyed your food this weekend as well as your other talents and we were hoping that, Chai and Nut, you would agree to be our new chefs.”
“It sounds interesting,” Chai said. “What is involved?”
“It is a 24/7 on call job,” Mark began. “You do the standard meals for family and usually the staff. You have two days off each week but not both together without advance permission. When we are on travel, like the Atlanta trip, you set your own hours or take your own vacation.”
“The pay is a hundred grand a year plus benefits,” continued Mark. “The basement is set aside for staff quarters. You’ll have a private bedroom with en suite facilities and very nice common areas and a complete kitchen. All the staff are gay. We generally spend a night or two each week in the staff quarters and when we don’t have guests in, as your employers, we have an open door policy. Since the staff is all gay and hot and we are both bottoms that means exactly what you think it means.”
“The mansion kitchen is top of the line, fine dining restaurant quality,” Jay added.
“We have cousins that will be happy to take our spots in the restaurant,” Nut said. “What about our boyfriends?”
“They could visit you any time,” Mark stated. “The staff often have guests in their quarters. But, Gary and Greg, you said you work for Google. What do you do there?”
“We modify the coding on search algorithms to improve the results,” Gary said. “Of course, these days they are asking us to make the results conform better with company preferences instead of what the user might be asking for. The work environment is very gay-friendly.”
“We can use you at the foundation,” Mark stated. “We’ll offer fifty percent over what Google was paying you, plus benefits. The foundation operates from a building only a couple blocks from our compound. The ground floor has office space for formal meetings and foundation staff each have an apartment on the upper floors. Most work from their apartments and set their own schedule. You’ll find we are extremely gay friendly too.”
“It’s a deal,” said Gary after looking at Greg. “We’ll give a week’s notice tomorrow. They have a couple dozen doing code in our group so our loss is no big deal. We can start a week from Monday.”
“Good,” Jay confirmed. “We’ll have the Chief of Staff get in touch with you tomorrow and you can move to your apartment any time after that.”
“Our brother and cousins can help you move,” Chai offered.
“And give your new place a proper housewarming,” Nut added.
We then broke up for the night. Junior took the billionaires. Andy had the Thai brothers for the night. Jack and Rex would entertain Greg and Gary in the playroom and I got the personal trainers in my room.
I decided to experience them as a bottom this time, one in my ass and one in my mouth. They were really good. They chatted in Korean the whole time. I pulled off the Joe’s cock to tell them to switch to English but Mark slapped my ass hard and told me that their chat didn’t concern me. I was pretty sure it did but I was bottoming tonight and a good bottom always obeys his top.
Monday afternoon there is no practice. Junior had me meet him in his office. There was a plaque outside that read, ‘Professor Andrew Wang Junior’ and below ‘Head Gymnastics Coach’. I knocked and opened the door when I heard him invite me to come in. The old coach had cleaned out. The walls were bare except for a single photo framed on the wall behind the desk.
It was a big desk and a big chair behind it. Junior was sitting in the chair and it made him look even smaller. The top of the desk was clean except for a shut laptop and a name plaque that said the same as outside.
I took a closer look at the photo behind him. It was a team shot that was probably taken just hours ago. Junior and the team in gymnastics outfits. Junior was between Jack and Rex with his arms outstretched and one hand on each boy’s shoulder, doing an Iron Cross. The other four teammates were beside Jack and Rex, two on each side. The Iron Cross position lifted Junior’s head to the height of the others though his pointed toes were a foot off the ground.
“I know,” Junior growled. “I have a new desk and chair coming tomorrow. Go see Jack in the gym and he will show you what you need to know as equipment manager.”
Just like that I was dismissed and left to find Jack. They have a checklist for packing for meets on the road. Everything stows in three large trunks. Two go to the venue and one to their hotel. I took the trunk’s dimensions to make sure they would fit in the Gulfstream’s baggage hold. Turned out they would.
We were leaving at seven in the morning Wednesday. There was a van outside with a trailer for luggage waiting for us. Junior, Jack, Rex and I were wearing lightweight track suits in the school colors tailored to fit our muscular frames. We had on a white lycra muscle tee underneath and all but Junior had a jockstrap. Junior, even soft was too big for a jockstrap so he had his pole riding up under the tee. The long bulge was easy to see under the fitted suit. We had our personal gear in a couple rolling duffle bags. We stowed our gear and climbed into the van. Big Andy watched from the doorway as we pulled away.
The next stop was the Athletic Complex where we picked up the rest of the team and the trunks with the gear we had packed the prior afternoon. The team had outfits matching ours.
Also there was our photographer and reporter, Paul Evans. Paul was five-eleven with a defined muscular body, call it a swimmer’s build, though he isn’t on the team. He does work out regularly in the student gym. He had visited the practices in the last week, taking shots to be used in his reporting. Naturally everyone on the team has fucked him but that was what he expected. I’m certain Junior fucked him before selecting him to travel with us. He was in brown khaki slacks and a university logo knit shirt. His face was flush so he was probably fucked just prior to our arrival but I couldn’t spot anyone that was obviously his fucker.
We loaded up and our van drove to the airport. They drove us right up to where the plane was waiting. The airport people took care of our bags and we were escorted up the steps to the plane by the cabin crew. They were two muscular young men in grey slacks and fitted white short sleeve shirts that highlighted their bodies and showed off their decent biceps. In most company they would be considered as big-muscled, but not in this group.
They were obviously gay and they took the occasion of showing us to our seats to feel up our bodies. I returned the favor, pushing my crotch into one of their asses while he was stowing some gear. He pushed back with a very firm butt.
Junior and I were seated in the second row in very comfortable, forward-facing, seats, one on each side of the aisle. The first row seats were similar but rear-facing. There was a table between the two rows. It looked like you could stow the table and both row seats could recline to a flat position. The rest of the seating was similar except that at the back end there was couch type seating that ran parallel to the aisle. At the very back was a door.
The crewman came by and asked Junior and I if we wanted something to drink. I asked him his name. He was Tim and his partner was Juan. Tim had red hair and a few light freckles on his face and bare arms. The cute, almost boyish, face didn’t really match his hard muscular body. It was easy to see the outline of his hard cock angled off toward his left hip under his tight pants, a good nine inches. He wasn’t wearing underwear and the slacks were so fitted I could clearly see the ridge made by the end of his foreskin that had retracted most of the way off his crown. I ordered a Coke since we were headed to Atlanta. He smiled down at me. I was pretty obvious in checking him out and, with our earlier butt bump, he knew what I was packing.
I guess I should describe Juan who was asking the teammates toward the rear for their drink orders. He had black hair and a light brown skin that gave him a Hispanic look that you would expect from his name. He was more of a bulky muscular build and had a rugged face that matched it well. He also had a good-sized bulge but I couldn’t tell how much.
Tim returned with our drinks. Junior had requested orange juice. Tim came from the rear so the door must lead to the galley and, most likely, the washroom.
A limo pulled up beside the plane and Tim went down to greet the new arrivals. They were, of course, Mark and Jay and their personal trainers. As soon as they were aboard, Tim raised the steps and sealed the door. Mark took the seat opposite me and Jay was opposite Junior. Junior complemented them on their luxurious plane and thanked them for their hospitality.
As soon as everyone was seated, Tim spoke some words into a hand mike. We heard the engines start and soon the plane started to roll to our runway. Tim gave a short safety briefing and sat on a pull-down seat opposite the door. Juan must be near the back. There was only one plane, a 737, ahead of us and we were in the air just before nine-thirty.
At altitude the ride was smooth. The seatbelt sign winked off and Mark undid his belt. He then stood and made an announcement.
“We, Tim and Juan are members of the mile-high club. Does anyone want to join?”
All hands went up. Tim and Juan quickly collected the glasses from the drinks. They put them in the rear galley and returned quickly absent their clothes. Six of the seats could fully recline and the front of the couch in the rear could lift up to form a bed.
I was eager to try out our hot flight attendants but our hosts came first. I had Mark on his back with his legs in the air as I knelt behind him and pounded his ass. Junior was doing Jay. Instead of reclining his seat into a bed, he had Jay kneel on the floor with his chest on the cushion while he stood between his spread out knees and fucked his ass. Jay’s cock was hanging down in front of his seat, dripping pre-cum on the leather and carpet.
“I could get used to traveling like this,” I told Mark while just gently stroking my thick cock in his ass. “You are much better entertainment than an in-flight movie.”
“With the summer competitions and promotional tours for our foundation you are going to be regulars,” Mark said. “You know you are a better fucker than Tim or Juan and before we met you, Andy and Junior, we considered them among the best in the world and, believe me, I have the experience to make such comparisons. I know you are just toying with me now but you have me right on the brink and I haven’t touched my cock.”
I adjusted my angle a little and caused Mark to spew his seed over his torso.
“See, that’s what I mean,” Mark said when he calmed down. “Before we met you guys we had only cum hands-free from fucking only a few times. Now it is the norm. Our trainers, even our Thai cooks can do it to us.”
“I never thought about it,” I admitted. “Maybe we learn to be better by experiencing what Andy and Junior do to us. Maybe you and Jay should try topping and see how you do.”
“I don’t know about Jay but I’m having too much fun on the receiving end to want to switch,” Mark stated firmly.
I saw Junior was going hard into Jay with all sixteen inches so I picked up the pace with Mark, knowing he’d want a turn with Mark after he exhausts Jay. When I got going Mark was no longer interested or capable of conversation. I made him shoot twice more before filling his ass just as Junior pulled out of Jay.
Jay was just resting with his head on the cushion of his seat, leaking cum from his hole that dribbled down his cock to add to the pool of his own seed soaking the carpet below. He was in no shape for more fucking.
I saw Feng get up from fucking Juan on the couch converted to a bed and figured to try seconds with the hunky crewman. Juan was just resting after a vigorous fuck from Feng but not out of it. He still had his legs split wide because Feng had been between them. I just took Feng’s former place. Juan’s cock was still semi-hard and pointed down between his spread thighs. I’d say he would be about eleven inches fully hard. It had cum at least twice while Feng was working his ass, laying streaks of juice on the cushion that extended past his feet.
I put my hands on his hips and raised him until he was on hands and knees. I just pushed into his still loose opening that was leaking some of Feng’s load. I was several inches taller than Juan and much more muscular even though he was a big muscle stud himself. I used steady pressure until I had all twelve inches into him. The last few may have been virgin territory as I could see and feel him tense up as I bottomed out. With me fully inside I was bridging his back with my arms just behind his on the cushion. My chin was just over his shoulder.
“You’re Bill,” he said turning his head to look up at mine. It wasn’t a question. “We never had anyone on this plane bigger than me and today we have two.” He was obviously talking cock size. “Tim and I usually top our guests but al most everyone here today sees us as bottoms. I’m not complaining. The guy who just finished in me, Feng, was good. He was smaller than I but my size didn’t faze him one bit. He was very aggressive and dominant. He wouldn’t let me touch my cock and I didn’t have to. You are bigger than me, not just in cock-size, though you did open almost three inches of my deep gut, but in muscle mass. My arms are eighteen inches and they look small next to yours. Give me your best, good and hard. I’ll show you I’m a real man even on the bottom.”
“Juan, relax,” I suggested. “I know you are a stud. You have nothing to prove to me. I’ll do as you ask. But, when Junior fucks you, don’t ask the same from him. I’ve seen him put guys bigger than you out of commission when he lets loose.”
And I gave him a real power fuck. I got him to shoot three times before I creamed his gut, forcing a fourth. When I pulled out Rex took a turn.
I went back to my seat at the front. Mark and Jay had their seats only partly reclined and were recovering from Junior’s fucks. Junior had the other crewman, Tim, kneeling on the cushion of his seat with his arms draped over the back while he stood on the cushion between Tim’s knees, holding his hips and fucking his ass.
Junior had just finished dropping his load in Tim when our pilot entered the cabin. He smiled, seeing the activities. It was what he was expecting. I noticed he had already unbuttoned his shirt, revealing a well-muscled torso, good pecs and defined abs. He looked in his early thirties.
“Tim, gather up Juan and serve our guests some beverages,” he directed. “It looks like everyone could use some rehydration after shooting so much cum. Then serve the meal. We’ll still have almost two hours after the meal for fun before our descent to Atlanta.”
“Yes sir,” Tim replied, stepping off the seat.
Tim’s body had a sheen of sweat even though the cabin was cool. He had shot cum on the seat back and his front and he was leaking from the fresh deposit in his gut. But, he went right to his task.
“This is our pilot, George Wainwright,” Jay introduced. “These are Andy Wang Junior, the gymnastics coach and Bill Foster, who is assisting him this week.”
“Pleased to meet you,” Junior replied. “It looks like you came to share in the fun. Take Tim’s place on my seat and I’ll show you some.”
George wasted no time removing his uniform and did as directed. He had a nice firm butt and an eight-inch cut cock that was hard. Junior spread his cheeks apart and examined the hole he would soon ravage. My guess is that, like the other crewmen, he did not bottom often and his hole did not look it. Junior used the cum that Tim had spilled on the seat to lube around the entrance and pushed a three fingers inside to loosen him up. Junior’s own cock was already slick from his earlier activity. He used his free hand to put it in position and speared the entry as he removed his fingers. George squealed as he took eight inches in one thrust. He started a slow fuck stroke working deeper slowly.
Tim and Juan had returned. They were still naked but looked composed. They had wiped off their bodies and combed their hair. They were passing out damp and dry towels to let the others do the same and using some to clean up sprayed cum. The guys were wrapping up their current rounds, taking seats and putting up their tables. Juan made it to the front and we took towels from him. Juan smiled, seeing Junior fucking the pilot.
“George was tighter after I got to eleven inches,” Junior stated. “You’ve fucked him, Juan.”
“He usually helps us out with the guests,” Juan said. “But sometimes we deadhead to pick passengers up. He likes my big cock but Tim has fucked him too. He does us too. We’re all versatile so we can meet our guests needs but we all prefer to top. But if my boyfriend was as good as any of your team, I’d bottom gladly every day.”
“What do you think George?” Junior asked. “Are you ready for my last five inches?”
“God, yes. You’re great,” the pilot said firmly. “Give it to me hard, fast and deep.” He used the words I cautioned Juan about.
“Junior, I know he wants you bad but he still has to fly the plane,” I cautioned him.
“I know.” Junior acknowledged. “We’ll have fun but not too much.”
By this time Junior had all sixteen inches in our pilot. He was definitely enjoying it and had cum twice already. Junior was speeding up and giving him long, deep, thrusts. A few minutes later Junior flooded our pilot’s gut while he shot another volley of his seed onto the seat.
Tim and Juan were standing by with towels to wipe Junior and George down. Our pilot was initially unsteady on his feet. Juan supported him a little while cleaning him off. He recovered quickly though. After Tim finished Junior he wiped off Junior’s seat. He was still standing on the cushion.
“Junior, I want to thank you,” Pilot George said. “That was the best fuck of my life.”
“No thanks are necessary,” Junior said. “It literally was my pleasure. But, since you offered, you can thank me by letting me fly the plane for a few minutes.”
“Junior, at your size, you couldn’t even reach the pedals,” I countered.
“Bill, don’t second guess me,” Junior cautioned. “This plane has the latest Gulfstream Symmetry flight deck, ten touch screens and side sticks for manual control. I can handle it.”
“It should be okay,” our pilot said, putting on his uniform. “We are on autopilot en route. But I’ll be in the right seat if you get in trouble.”
George led Junior to the flight deck. I followed and they didn’t try to stop me. The cockpit was impressive and, to me, confusing. There were video screens displaying a dazzling array of information and other bits and pieces that I knew nothing about.
George introduced Ryan Baker, his First Officer, currently in the right seat. Ryan was in his late twenties by my estimate with a build similar to Tim though he was a blond. He got up and George took his spot and fastened his seat belts. The pilots had five-point straps holding them to their seats.
When George was in position he told Junior to sit in the left, pilot, seat. Junior did and fastened his restraints. He mover the seat well forward of its original position so his hands could easily reach the displays in front of him. There were fancy joysticks on the sides that must be part of the control system. He checked that he could reach and move them easily in his position but they had no effect. Finally he picked up the mike for the radio and adjusted its fit on his head.
Junior was still naked. Strapped in his seat, his knees did not reach the front of the cushion so he sat in a lotus position on top of it. His cock, still half-hard at maybe fourteen inches, extended well beyond his crossed legs.
Junior touched one of the screens and the display changed. He started flipping through the options very quickly. In a couple minutes he was back to what I thought was the original display. He touched one screen.
“Autopilot disengaged,” Junior announced. “I’ve got the aircraft.”
I didn’t notice any change but I could see Junior making tiny movements with one of the joysticks.
“Let us try a forty-five degree turn to the right.”
The plane turned and banked but there was no sense of motion because the bank was just right to counter the force of the turn so the deck appeared to still be straight down. Junior then did ninety degrees left and then right to return us to our course. He then used the radio to call Denver Center and request an increase in altitude of two thousand feet. They granted the request. A few seconds later he added power and we started climbing. Once steady he requested a return to our original altitude. Denver Center asked the purpose of our maneuvers and he replied that we were demonstrating some of the capabilities of the aircraft. They granted our descent. Once steady, Junior reengaged the autopilot and thanked George for letting him fly. He unstrapped and we headed back to our seats.
Back in the cabin everyone was enjoying their meals. Tim and Juan brought our up once they saw we’d returned. It was a large lobster tail paired with a tender steak, some potatoes and green beans. The steak had a mushroom sauce and there was a cup of melted butter for the lobster. We were both drinking Coke but Mark and Jay had wine.
“How were you able to fly the plane?” I asked Junior once we were settled.
“I’ll tell you but you are not to tell dad,” Junior requested and I agreed.
“I am a knowledge vampire I guess,” Junior continued. “When I fuck someone I can add their knowledge to mine. When I fucked the gymnastics coach I learned all his training techniques but I’m better at using them than he was. When I fucked the pilot I learned how to fly but my vision, reflexes and motor control are way better than his. Still when I took initial control it took me a few second to calibrate my feel for how the plane responds to the controls since I’d never felt it before. That was what I was doing when we were flying straight. It is a useful talent. How do you think I learned to read, write, figure and cook and many other things. I can speak, read and write Chinese, Korean, Thai and a few others.”
“That explains a lot,” I remarked. “But this is too big not to tell your dad. I think he’ll be impressed and trust you more.” Junior agreed to let me tell Andy but not until we were back from this trip.
I had some vanilla ice cream for dessert. Then Tim and Juan cleaned up after the meal and we still had almost two hours for some fun.
I figured I’d get to know our photographer, Paul, better. He had attended some of the practices in the last couple of weeks, taking photos. A couple of times the team had invited him to shower afterward and I saw him there after my swim practice. But the gymnasts monopolized his services and I hadn’t had a chance to fuck him yet.
I snagged him before anyone else snapped him up and led him forward to my seat. Jay and Mark had been taken aft by some of the team and Junior was busy opposite me with Juan. I sat in my seat and had Paul stand on the cushion with his feet outside my upper thighs and squat down. I reclined the seat until my upper body was at about a thirty degree angle. Paul put his knees on the seat back beside my waist and I guided my cock into his bottom as he sat back. All twelve inches slipped in easily.
“I’m not in a hurry,” I told him. “You are nice and warm inside. Can we talk?”
“Sure,” Paul agreed. “You’re Bill Foster, the equipment manager. You’re bigger than anyone except Junior. My ass feels nice and full. Even just resting inside me I can feel the power from your cock. What do you want to talk about?”
“How did you come to get this assignment?”
“You know I’m on the university paper,” Paul began. “I was assigned to do a story on the new gymnastics coach. I went to his office Tuesday morning, knocked and announced myself and was told to come in. I did. Junior is very short and he was sitting behind a huge desk in a big chair. I giggled. That was a mistake. Junior hopped up, standing on top of the desk. He told me I disrespected him and need to be punished. He then told me to rest on the desk with my ass hanging over the side. I was shocked and scared but I did it. He squatted by my hips and slapped my ass with his hand three times, hard. It stung. He then asked me why I had come and I told him. I asked him to tell me about his background and how he was selected to be the coach. I was still draped over the desk. He just laughed and told me he fucked his way into the job.
“I didn’t believe him him and threatened him saying he would be in big trouble for hitting a student,” he continued after bobbing up and down on my pole a couple times. “That was a bigger mistake. He told me he would prove it. He would fuck me. I said no way. I was straight. I was. I has a sexy girl and regular action. I tried to get away. He grabbed my crotch and shoulders and lifted me up until I was on my hands and knees on that big desktop with him. Struggling was useless. He was too strong. He slapped my ass again, hard. I stopped struggling. I let him take off my pants and briefs. Then he tossed his own clothes on the big chair and I saw his body, the big muscles and that cock. I’m just over seven inches but he was more than twice as long and thicker too. I was scared. I again told him no and that University policy is no means no, so he has to stop. He laughed and said I could add rape to slapping a student when I file my complaint.”
I knew that Junior could have gotten Paul to do anything he wanted with a look or gentle touch. But he seems to avoid using his power. He wants to dominate those around him by the force of his personality and have them submit to him willingly after he adjusts their worldview. That was the process Paul was describing.
“Anyway he fucked me. He stuffed my briefs in my mouth to keep me from screaming for help which I was about to do had he not anticipated it. It was painful at first but soon I began to like it. I had an orgasm after only a few minutes without touching myself. He wouldn’t let me. It was my best cum ever by miles. I mean I shot ropes along the desktop way past my head. Junior removed the briefs from my mouth, they were not needed anymore. A few minutes later I shot again even bigger. I bent my head to look between my spread legs. He wasn’t even in fully. The amount he had left looked to be as long as my own, very hard, cock. I didn’t have the ability to contemplate what that meant as the stuff he had already in me was doing things to me that I’d never felt before. He fucked you so you know what I mean but when it’s your first time you’re just so excited and confused and lost in the incredible sensations. Well, from that point on things are just a blur. He came in my gut twice, I was told after.
“When I became aware again I was laying flat on the desktop. My front was soaked from the big pools of my own seed I was sprawled on. Junior was laying on my back, his long pole still inside me. I mean I could feel it, alive, throbbing, powerful, not just in my ass but way up into my belly. If I hadn’t already known it, it would have told me; Junior owned me now, inside and out. I then noted there was another guy in the office. Junior introduced him as Jack Gardner, a gymnast. He had Jack get my camera and take a few pictures of us. Evidence he called them. He knew I wouldn’t be filing a complaint. I still have them in an encrypted file on my laptop.
Junior then told me I was going to be the team photographer and the team fuck-toy. Jack would get me cleaned up and give me a team shirt to replace my soaked one. I would attend practice this afternoon. Once I did I would understand why he is the coach. After, I’d shower with the team. That was where I first saw you but with everyone fucking me I didn’t get to introduce myself. As team fuck-toy I was to give everyone my number and they can call me anytime they want me to visit them for a fuck. I was to drop anything I was doing and fill their needs no matter where or when. The guys all have regular boyfriends so I only get two or three call a day. I usually tell whomever I’m with or my professor if in class that it is urgent business for the paper. If I meet a team member walking around campus they always come over and kiss me. I tell anyone with me I’m their team fuck-toy. I’m proud to be so. Most of my friends I tell think I’m kidding, but then I offer to bottom for them. Only one took me up on it so far. When he stuck his piece in my hole and it came out coated in gymnast cum, he knew I spoke the truth. Then I showed him how talented I am. Oh, I broke up with my girl.
“Now, how about I show you how talented I am?”
He started to fuck himself on my rod. He was good. He knew how to work a cock with his internal muscles. I used hip thrusts to remind him that I was the one in control. We had two nice orgasms together before I lifted him off me. I gave him a gentle tap on the butt to send him in search of his next partner.
Next for me I chose Tim who had recovered from Junior’s fuck sufficiently to enjoy another. I did him missionary style on my fully reclined seat. He had a trimmed red pubic bush above his cock, very pale skin with light brown freckles scattered all over. He was full of Junior’s cum and still had lots of his splattered over his muscular front. We were both well satisfied from all the earlier sex so I just gently stroked him and we chatted.
They usually have sex when flying Mark and Jay but this flight sets a record by an order of magnitude. It was their best flight by miles. When they fly the guys’ parents it is strictly business but that is only two or three times a year as they do long stints in their overseas locations. It has been over a year since they were back at their San Francisco home and that was only for two weeks over the holidays.
He has a boyfriend that lives with him back in San Francisco, a real estate broker. He tells him everything. His boyfriend really envies him. The guys have a couple parties at the mansion each year for all their staff, a holiday party around Christmas and a mid-summer barbecue. He brings his boyfriend. With everyone being gay the parties are really orgies.
At that point he reminded me that we were getting near to our destination and we should wrap this up. I then started to seriously fuck him and we had a nice mutual orgasm a few minutes later. I let him get to his duties.
Tim went to the address mike and announced that we would start our descent in twenty minutes. He and Juan went to the rear and passed out towels so we could clean off. We got back in our clothes and sat down. They came around once more, now dressed themselves, to pass out drinks.
Sitting, facing Mark, I could see he was very happy. So was I. It was a great flight.
We landed at Dekalb Peachtree Airport just before six and taxied to the Executive Terminal. A van, similar to what we had in San Francisco pulled up near the plane. The engines were shut down and Tim opened the door and lowered the steps. Mark and Jay did not book a limo for this end. Everyone would be going in the van. Tim said they would be staying at our hotel but be along later after cleaning the plane and doing some paperwork. Once the luggage was in the trailer we started off.
First stop was the State Farm Center where we stowed the two gear lockers in the area designated for our team. Next was the Ritz-Carlton. We were met by the manager and a hoard of uniformed staff to handle the luggage. Jay got out first and had a short talk with the manager. He motioned for the rest of us to disembark and we were escorted directly to a bank of elevators.
Our floor was twenty-five. A staff member keyed the elevator for us. There were more staff on the floor giving out key cards. The rooms here were all Executive Suites. We would be two to a room. Mark and Jay had one suite, Junior and I another, Jack and Rex, Enrique and Feng, Joe and Jim, the Korean-American trainers, Mark Yi and Joe Kim, and our plane crew arriving later, George and Paul and Tim and Juan. Photographer Paul was a single but he would have plenty of visitors or be visiting.
With the rooms assigned Junior got everyone together in the Club Floor lounge for a chat.
“First, you should assume that you are on video in any public area,” he began and pointed out a couple cameras covering the lounge area. “The hotel provides nice robes for guests. If you leave your room we should be dressed or wear a robe. Second, the hotel staff has lots of cute guys, many of whom are probably attracted to you, but keep the action among our group to avoid complications. Third, get plenty of rest tonight. You’re all sharing a bed but wrap the sex up by ten. Wake up call will be seven-thirty. We’ll leave for the arena at nine and our competition begins at ten with a thirty minute practice session to get the feel for the various apparatuses. We start on horse. Team finals for the top six teams in preliminaries start at eight in the evening. Individual apparatus finals and men’s all-around are Saturday afternoon. Let us win everything and our flight home will make today seem tame.”
We broke up and headed to our rooms. They were very nice. There was a comfortable sitting area. Fruits, cookies, cakes and such were set out and, of course, anything we might want at any hour was just a phone call. The bedroom had a big king-size bed and a couch set by the window. The view was spectacular. The closet had the robes. I noted that one was sized to fit Junior so the brothers must have given them the info. Our bags were waiting here. The bath had a huge walk-in shower.
There was a knock on the door. We went to answer it. It was Mark and Jay in their white robes.
“The accommodations are great. Thank you,” Junior began. “How did you manage to book a whole floor only three weeks out?”
“Yes, obviously these suites book well,” Jay stated. “They are three thousand a night. But with a little money and the proper connections, miracles can happen.”
We then thanked them in a more personal way but followed our own rules and broke it off at ten. That was only seven PM West Coast time but, with the energy we expended in the air, we were quickly asleep.
State Farm Arena was not packed for the preliminaries. There were perhaps three thousand when we competed. Junior as coach, and myself, Mark Yi and Joe Kim, as assistants, had floor access. Paul had access with a Press Pass. Our credentials, each with our picture, we wore on straps around our necks. Our cheering section, the plane crew and the brothers, had the best seats in the house just off the floor.
There were sixteen schools that sent full teams and some sent individuals for the all-around or to compete in specific apparatuses. We were in the second group with teams from five other schools. Oklahoma, a perennial powerhouse, was in our grouping. We started on pommel horse. They were just ahead of us on still rings. Then would come vault, parallel bars, horizontal bar and we would finish on floor exercise.
Junior’s strategy was to start each apparatus off with an exercise that was championship quality. The judges would be forced to give it a high score. But the following gymnasts would progressively add difficulty forcing even higher scores assuming perfect execution. The final gymnast in each apparatus would be unreal, way beyond what anyone else was capable of. Each team member would be last in one apparatus. Enrique would be last on the horse.
Only the five best scores count in the team competition. For the all-around and individual apparatuses each school can only have two competitors in the finals.
I’d seen the team do amazing things in practice but this was the collegiate championship. I need not have worried. We blew all the other schools away. The team finals in the evening went just as well and were televised on the CBS Sports Network. Paul filed the story for the university paper. We were national champions.
With Friday off as the women take over the arena there was no curfew and a big celebration. The brothers had a dozen bottles of fine champagne delivered to our Club Floor lounge and Junior relaxed the alcohol prohibition for the night. We had a midnight dinner to celebrate with everyone in their white robes and nothing else. We then moved the activities to one of the unassigned suites on our floor.
The teams competition and victory had their juices flowing. The rest of us were bottoms for this night. Junior even took a load from each team member. I had never seen him or his dad bottom before. Sometime in the wee hours people went back to their normal rooms.
We slept late. I woke up in bed with Tim and Juan. I wasn’t sure if it was my room or theirs. It turned out to be theirs. I fucked them both as we shared the big shower. Our white robes were discarded in the sitting room. They were identical so we just picked one. My pick smelled like Tim when I had it on. The key cards did not have room numbers listed for security. We checked the three using the door to their room and mine was the one that didn’t work.
In the hall we saw others of our group in their robes. Breakfast was waiting in the lounge on our floor so we headed there. The gymnasts were already there sitting with Junior. They were still excited from the competition. They were discussing the moves they made. Since a lot had never been attempted before, tradition says the move would be named after the person who first performed it in a meet. They all would have their names immortalized, some more than once. Though without a dose of Junior’s mother’s milk, no other gymnast would stand a chance of executing any but the simplest ones.
It was a free day for us. Some were planning on visiting the Georgia Aquarium. Others were looking to tour CNN. The trainers Mark and Joe invited Tim and Juan to go to the fitness center where they would give them some training tips. I thought I’d tag along and check it out.
I changed into my gym clothes. I decided to wear a track suit bottom over my shorts until we were in the fitness center because my nine inch softie still makes a big bulge.
The fitness center was luxurious and well equipped. The staff looked pretty fit too but no match for the Korean boys or me. Tim and Juan were to start on weights. I decided on cardio. Normally I get that from swimming but our hotel did not have a pool. There was a bank of very impressive treadmills.
I shed my track suit bottoms and put my favorite tunes on my phone and started it up. I raised the speed and got a feel for the machine. It was an easy pace so I kept raising the speed until it wouldn’t go faster. It still felt easy so I added some incline until I thought I was getting a good workout. Then I just relaxed and listened to my music.
I was interrupted after a while by one of their staff motioning to me to stop. I slowed the machine down and finally stopped. I took out my earbuds.
“The treadmill is not made to go that fast for so long,” he was saying.
“How fast does it go and how long was I on?” I asked.
“Twenty miles per hour and it must have been forty-five minutes,” he said. “The motor was starting to overheat.”
Now that he mentioned it, there was a slight electrical smell in the air. I looked at the machine. The display showed just over fifteen miles and I still had a ten degree incline set. I wasn’t breathing heavily but it did feel like I got a good workout. I saw where he was looking and checked myself.
“I’m a little stimulated by a brisk jog,” I admitted. “It gets a couple inches bigger if you are man enough to try it.”
He would be a fun fuck but I figured he would be to scared to take me up on my offer. With all the talent in our group he wasn’t worth the effort to try to seduce.
I headed over to join the others. They were on bench press. Tim and Juan were pressing 220 pounds for ten reps while Mark spotted and Joe corrected their form. Two-twenty was a good weight for them and well over their body weight. I figured Mark and Joe could do mid three hundreds.
Joe added another twenty pounds to the bar. This was harder. Tim did four reps and Juan five with Mark giving a little aid on the last rep for both guys. Joe added ten more. That was their max. Both barely managed a single rep.
Mark and Joe then challenged me to see who could lift more. I was bigger than either of the Koreans but I hadn’t gone really heavy for some time. Lighter weights for lots of reps is better training for my swimming. I accepted naturally.
Joe loaded the bar to three-forty, using a couple hundred pound plates, two fifties and a forty pound bar. Then Joe and Mark pressed it easily for ten reps with Tim and Juan spotting at each end of the bar. But the ease of their performance led me to revise up their lifting capability. I got down and did twenty reps.
I suggested we get serious or we’d be going all day. I took off the fifties and added two more hundreds for four-forty. That was harder. Joe did three reps and Mark five. I did eight. I could have done more but I didn’t want to discourage them. We added two tens and Joe did two and Mark four. I stopped at five. Then we replaced the tens with twenties. Joe couldn’t complete a rep. Tim and Juan had to help him rack the bar. Mark managed two. I stopped at three. We added back the tens and Mark managed a single rep. I stopped pretending and pumped out ten good reps. Mark conceded defeat.
They wanted to see my limit. I took off the small plates and used four fifties instead. That made six-forty and we had used all their heavy plates. Mark and Joe replaced the smaller boys as my spotters. I did five good reps but I felt each one. With two twenties more, I did three. With two more tens, I could only do one. So seven hundred, just over three times my body weight was my limit.
They moved Tim and Juan through several other exercises working on their form while I checked out some of the machines but I didn’t go heavy. We finished with a session in their sauna, but there was a security camera in there that was easy to see so we kept our towels wrapped. We took a sexless shower to finish the visit and headed back to our rooms where we had plenty.
Saturday’s all-around and event finals was broadcast live, partly on the main CBS network. It was anti-climatic. Jack took all-around with Feng second. He also took the floor exercise competition. The other five each took the crown in one of the other apparatuses. Paul had lots of photos of the guys in action and we posed for group shots outside the arena, starting with just coach and team and finishing with everybody, even our plane crew.
The flight home was wilder than the trip out. First, George let Junior handle the plane from engine start to takeoff and climb to our cruising altitude in violation of a dozen FAA regulations. He was perfect. We were in the air just after noon local.
After sex we relaxed over another great meal. Junior allowed the team to have wine but he stuck with soda because he wanted to land the plane. He went over the plans for the future.
“The USA championships are in Kansas City in mid July,” he began. “Our guys will blow the competition out. They will then be the men’s USA Gymnastics Team. I will replace the current coach. The World Championships will be in Stuttgart, Germany at the end of August. Our biggest competition should be the Chinese team. There was a Chinese news crew filming our guys on every apparatus Saturday. The crew wasn’t present for Thursday. So, I figure, they heard about us and sent their people down to see how good we are. Their coaches are probably trying right now to figure out if they can duplicate our performance. I don’t think they can.”
Junior was optimistic and made it sound almost easy. I hoped he was right. The brothers will make arrangements for our travel.
We arrived in Oakland just before three. Junior did the landing and it was the smoothest I’d ever felt. At the Business Terminal there was a big crowd waiting to greet us so we went in instead of transferring right to our van. Most were boyfriends and fuck buddies but the university chancellor and athletic director were there to celebrate their new NCAA championship team. The chancellor made a short speech and introduced Junior and the team members. Paul took plenty of pictures but there were some local press there too. Andy had set it up.
Most of the guys caught rides with friends. I went with Jack and Rex to our van to return the trunks of gear to the gym. The brothers and their trainers had waited outside by their limo. Before leaving they invited everyone to a celebratory party next weekend at the mansion. We all shared some deep kisses before going on our separate ways.
The gymnastic stuff worked out like Junior expected. But the big news actually involved me. When I got back to swimming I told the coach I wanted to try the longer events. With my muscles, I’m built like a sprinter and my times from fifty to two hundred meters were nationally competitive. But I remembered my treadmill session in Atlanta. It turned out I could keep my sprint pace or close to it in longer events. We have a twenty five yard indoor pool for practice and meets. For five hundred yards and sixteen-hundred-fifty, I smashed the records. I would keep doing the two hundred yard freestyle and the relays.
The NCAA championship was at Michigan this year just a couple weeks after our Atlanta trip. Everyone was going to make the trip to Ann Arbor to root me and the team on. For the gymnasts they’d be routing for boyfriends and fuck buddies. Andy was going. They would take the Gulfstream. I would fly and stay with the team. It’s important for team spirit.
I took all my events, setting new records in the two longest. We won the title as a team. The twins and I took the Gulfstream back, arriving several hours ahead of the team’s commercial flight to SFO. We took the limo to the mansion for a layover of a couple hours and then to the airport to join the team for another victorious return celebration. There was enough time to introduce the twins to Nut and Chai. We headed to the airport with some Thai food in our stomachs and Thai cum in our asses.
I punched my ticket to the swimming nationals. They were at the end of July at Stanford so no real travel. It is in a fifty meter pool like the Olympics. I’ll did two, four, eight and fifteen hundred meter freestyle events and the four hundred individual medley. Victory here put me on the national team for world events. I had placed second in my two hundred free event but won the others, setting new world records. My new international swimming competitions would not interfere with helping out the gymnasts. Next are the Pan Am Games in Rio this October.
We are now two weeks out from the gymnastics world championships in Germany. I was in Junior’s office going over the arrangements with him and Jack. Junior was confident that they would win easily and I certainly agreed.
There was a knock on the door and Junior told whomever it was to come in. The door opened a two muscular Chinese men entered. They were both wearing suits but it was easy to see they were well built. They shut and locked the door behind them and both pulled out weapons and pointed them at us.
One spoke in rapid Chinese.
“Speak English,” Junior said although I know he speaks perfect Mandarin Chinese.
“We have your parents,” the one that spoke earlier said in good but accented English. “They are safe and well and will remain so if you follow our instructions. Your team will finish second to China in Germany and your parents will be released unharmed. Do you understand?”
“Perfectly,” Junior stated. “Put your guns down on my desk.”
They did. Junior took them and put them in his desk. He stood up on the desktop and approached the men standing just in front of it. He raised a hand and gently stroked their cheeks. They just stood dazed. This was the first time I’d seen him use the power over people that he and Andy had.
“Take off your clothes,” Junior directed and they did.
Junior got down from the desk and said, “on your hands and knees and don’t make a sound.”
Junior removed his gym shorts and shoved his cock in the one that did the talking without any prep or lube. You could see it hurt but he stifled his scream. He pushed it in to the hilt and took a few slow strokes. Then he pulled out and did the other one. He didn’t cum and neither did they. He walked to their front and they dutifully cleaned his cock with their mouths. He dried it off on one of their shirts. Through it all Jack and I just watched.
“Get dressed,” Junior then ordered. They did and stood silently, waiting. “You will leave here. When you are in your car you will call your boss. Tell him I agreed but want proof that those you hold are alive and well before the team leaves for Germany. You will then return to San Francisco. Once on the Bay Bridge you will drive your car off the bridge and into the bay. You will not try to escape the sinking car. Do you understand?” They nodded. “Leave.”
“Was that necessary?” I asked. “They would have answered any question you asked under your control.”
“Yes, It was necessary,” Junior said. “I could have asked them anything but I didn’t know all the questions. Now I know that they are being held in a secure area in the basement of the Chinese Consulate in San Francisco. They are alive and well. Even if I did as they demand they would be killed after the meet and their bodies shipped to China in a diplomatic crate. I also have full floor plans for the building, door access codes, names and faces of all their security people and lots of other useful information, like the identity and positions of a few dozen Chines spies. I think it is time to talk to my dad.”
He got the guns from his desk, engaged the safeties, ejected the clips and cleared the round in the chambers. Then he dumped them in his gym bag.
“Will they really do what you told them?” Jack asked. “You murdered them.”
“I think they will,” Junior said. “I never gave anyone a command like that before. We’ll hear about it on the news if they do it. I prefer to think that they committed suicide when they messed with my family. Let’s go.”
We met Big Andy back at our house and Rex returned a few minutes after us. Junior explained the situation. We had the local news going on the TV with the sound muted. During his explanation they broke in to show the scene on the Bay Bridge. There was a big gap in the guardrail on the new section and divers working in the bay beneath. Traffic was backed up for ten miles.
“What do you want to do?” Any asked.
“I plan to go to the consulate and get them back,” Junior stated.
“I’ll go with you,” Andy stated.
“I can handle it,” Junior insisted.
“I’m sure you can but you can only look in one direction. I can watch your back.”
“I’ll go too,” I added. “You may need some extra hands to take care of Ming and Jun while you deal with the security.”
“Count us in too,” said Jack, speaking for himself and Rex.
“No,” Junior said. “I don’t want anyone on the gymnastics team. But thanks for offering. We can use a couple more and I know who.”
“When are we going,” I asked.
“Tonight, two AM,” he answered. “I’ll call Mark and Jay and let them know we are on the way over. The consulate is not far from their home.”
We waited until we’ll after evening rush hour. The Bay Bridge jam had cleared. Andy drove the Mercedes with Junior in the passenger seat and me in the rear. We stopped at a sporting goods store to pick up five identical track suits in black.
At the mansion, Mark and Jay came out to meet us. They were in gym attire. Their Korean trainers were with them. It was one of the days they train and stay over.
Inside Junior explained the situation and asked the Korean boys if they wanted to join us.
“It sounds dangerous,” Joe admitted.
“But we will go,” added Mark. “How do you plan on getting in?”
“We could go up to their door and they would let us in,” Junior stated. “But they always have private security and often city police out front and I don’t want to involve them. I got the procedures and passcodes to get them to send a car for us. We’ll have them drive us into their garage and I have all the codes to enter the building and the secure areas.”
Junior went over some other details with the brothers. They called Nut in the kitchen to tell him to prep a light midnight meal. We then had time for some fun made even more exciting by our knowledge of what we were going to do tonight.
Andy and Junior fucked the brothers and I offered my ass and mouth to Mark and Joe. Then we had an excellent dinner. After we ate I gave my compliments to the chefs by dropping a load in both their asses. By then it was time.
We went out a side gate to the Lyon Steps and walked down. The Chinese had hacked the city’s security cameras. Junior got on his iPad and entered some codes and the cameras at the foot of the steps were looping. We entered the blacked out area and changed into the track suits. Right on time our ride showed up, a black SUV with diplomatic plates. We hung back and Andy walked up to the vehicle. He was a Chinese of about the right size.
Once he had eye contact with the driver the rest of us piled in. Junior told him to dive us into the consulate and he started right away. Junior restored the Lyon cameras and disabled those surrounding the consulate. We soon were in the garage. Junior told the driver to turn the car around and wait for our return.
The door from the garage had a keypad. Junior keyed in the code and it unlocked. We went inside. Junior knew where everything and everyone was. He ran to the security office and keyed the door code. He surprised the half-asleep watch officer and turned off the system. We soon had several people meekly following our group.
Another secure door led to the basement. Next stop was communications. That had two people that were added to the group. Opposite was our main goal. Junior opened the door. There were two men inside. One was reaching for a weapon but stopped when he made eye contact with Junior. Our guest were told to keel on the floor and remain quiet.
Andy left to collect the guard at the front door and their head spy who was asleep in quarters on the upper floor. He soon returned with them. We had twelve men and two women kneeling quietly. They were everyone in the building overnight.
Junior went to the room holding Ming and Jun and keyed the door open. He hugged his mom and led them out. He told Mark to take them to the SUV and wait there for us.
When they left he pulled off the leaders pants and shoved his cock up his butt. When he pulled out he had me open the big safe in the corner, giving me the combination. Inside were two big stacks of US currency. I was told to put the stack on the right in our gym bag and take all the files on the upper shelf.
He took out the two guns we had confiscated and handed one and a spare clip to the leader. He was told that when we leave the room he is to kill the others then kill himself.
We left and soon heard shots. Our final job was to burn the consulate. We each had barbecue lighters. We set fires in the basement and then the first floor on the way back to the garage. The building was burning fiercely when we left.
We got in the SUV and told the driver our destination. It was another temporarily unmonitored area. We got out. Junior told the driver to drive onto the Golden Gate Bridge, stop in the middle and jump into the bay. He drove off. Another SUV pulled up.
“We have a plane standing by to take you home,” Junior said. “You may notice a car outside. It is private security but I don’t think you will be bothered again. We still have some more work tonight but I’ll call you tomorrow evening.”
He hugged Ming and kissed Jun on the cheek and helped them inside. He shut the door and it drove off. Another SUV pulled up. Nut was driving. We got in and we’re taken to the mansion. Mark and Jay were outside to greet us. We could easily see the glow in the sky from the fire at the consulate.
“It will be a total loss,” Jay said seeing where we were looking. “The fire department is just working to keep nearby buildings safe. The Embassy in D.C. denied them permission to go inside.”
We went inside to the sitting area near the brothers’ room. We shed our track suits. I could see we were all tired. It was three in the morning.
“Here are the numbers and passwords to five accounts at different and very private banks,” Jay said handing Junior a slip of paper. “Change the numbers and passwords the first time you log on. The sixth is for your transit account; same instructions. You don’t want to transfer money directly from an account you are looting to one you control. Send everything through this one. One percent of everything you deposit in that account is instantly deducted as a fee. When you finish the transfers, delete the account and all record of the account and any transfers in or out are permanently deleted.”
“Thanks,” said Junior. “I’m about to join the billionaire’s club.” He opened the gym bag. “This bag contains about $500,000 in cash. The other money pile was counterfeit, Bill. The files are the real prize. They were placed here as insurance by various senior leaders back in China. If they are killed or arrested, relatives living in the West get an envelop with instructions on how to get access to the money they have looted over their careers. By morning it will be in my new accounts. The head spy at the consulate thought it would be about five billion dollars.”
We were tired. There were too many for the brothers’s big bed so Andy and I took one of the guest suites. We were asleep right after we hit the mattress.
The room was flooded with light when I woke. Andy was awake too, hugging me to him. He pushed his big cock inside me.
“Andy, did we do the right thing last night?” I asked. “There are, what, fifteen people dead. Could we have just gone to the authorities. The thugs that visited Junior would have told everything. When Junior said he wanted to talk to you, I was hoping you’d have something better.”
“I trust my son,” Andy said. “You told me about his power and we have seen it demonstrated. He knew and chose a course based on what he knew. Taking his mother, the woman I chose to birth him, was extreme. It required an extreme response.”
I didn’t feel any better but Andy was probably right. He fucked me and for the moment my worries went away.
After a shower we went out to the lounge area. Most were already there having a brunch that Nut and Chai were serving.
“What can I get you?” Nut asked. “We had hoped to serve in the garden but you can still smell smoke.”
“Thanks for letting me borrow your office,” Junior said, entering from the brothers’ suite. “I finished. I am now worth nine point three billion dollars after ninety-four million in transfer fees. This envelop contains copies of the files we took and the copy of a thumb drive. The original drive was double encrypted but I had the keys. I think it lists every Chinese spy in the Americas plus many others around the world. We’ll drop it in the mail to the FBI on the way home.”
It was a standard brown envelope with a computer printed mailing label and eight ordinary first class stamps. I don’t think Junior slept last night.
“Welcome to the billionaire’s club,” Jay said. “We still have you beat by about four times and you can’t really advertise your wealth. We can help by funneling some money though our charity and turning it into legitimate, even tax-free, income.”
“About that,” Junior said. “I was thinking of giving your foundation a billion or two to thank you for all your help.”
“No need,” Mark insisted. “It was from friendship we helped and we don’t even solicit outside donations for our foundation. If you want to do a specific project later, we can work something out.”
“Mark and Joe,” Junior began. “You helped and I want to thank you. The bag has bundles of bills. Each one is twenty thousand. Take ten as a down payment. I’ll be happy to buy you a gym and apartment or house anywhere you want.”
“Thanks Junior,” Joe said. “I think we’ll skip the gym for now but it is nice not to need count each dollar to make rent each month. Though taking these boys as clients made our lives much easier.”
“And our lives a lot harder,” Jay added. “But we are finally building some muscle and you were so excited after last night that my ass is still trying to recover.”
“I have Juan on the phone,” Mark said, holding the phone to his ear. “Your parents are home. They slept most of the flight and are sleeping in their bed now. Juan and Tim brought them to their house. They will stay a few days to cook and straighten up the house. It looks like their kidnappers tore it apart.”
“Did they get your milk?” I asked.
“No,” Junior stated. “Jun stopped lactating and I had all the frozen sent up here. It is in two freezer chests in our basement and I have a generator in the garage for emergencies. The men I fucked had no knowledge of it and they had not bothered to interrogate Ming or Jun. It was just a general search for any material that could shed light on my methods.”
“We had better get going,” Andy said. “It is only a week before we leave for Germany and Junior has a gymnastics practice in the afternoon.”
Junior lay down on the back seat of the Mercedes and was instantly asleep.
We found a curbside mailbox along Market Street and I dropped in the envelope before we got on the bridge. As we drove I checked for news on my phone. The current theory is that the fire was started by a disgruntled employee who later committed suicide by jumping from the Golden Gate Bridge. The car he abandoned on the bridge was spotted leaving the consulate just after the fire is thought to have started. The fire department is still spraying water on the wreckage of the building but cannot enter until a team from the Embassy examines the site. A dozen staff are reported missing. It was also mentioned that the car that drove off the Bay Bridge also belonged to the consulate. Two bodies were recovered in it.
When we returned to our house Andy carried a still sleeping Junior up to his bed. Jack and Rex were there. They had been worried about us. They knew where we were going and the news of the fire was all over the TV. I showed them the bag that still had three hundred grand in cash and we told them the rest. I thought too many people already know what happened for it really to stay secret but it is so fantastic who would believe it. American authorities would not do anything because with a hostage rescue no jury would convict. The Chinese however would not be looking to arrest us and they will figure it out eventually.
It was Sunday afternoon and we were leaving for Stuttgart, Germany. We had a chartered luxury Boeing 777 as our ride. The Gulfstream would have needed a refueling and crew rest break but we are taking the crew and their boyfriends as part of our rooting section. The Boeing is configured to seat fifty. There are ten private cabins in the forward section and forty comfortable seats in the main cabin in a two, two, two arrangement. In the middle is a lounge area with a stocked bar. There are eight washrooms and four of them are extra large and have an enclosed shower. With the extra seating the boyfriends of the gymnasts get to come along.
Family members of the team are also coming via commercial business class a couple days later. They are staying at a different hotel so they won’t be a distraction. All the team are out. Gay male gymnasts are nothing new but having the whole team gay and publicly out is a first.
Our group is staying at the Le Méridien Stuttgart. We took the entire top floor but it is only four floors high. There are a couple huge suites on that floor and plenty of other suites. Mark and Jay are to be in the Presidential Suite with Junior, Jack and Rex in the Diplomatic Suite. Andy and I and the other team members and their boyfriends have regular suites. We are a couple miles from the venue, the Hanns-Martin-Schleyer-Halle, but van transportation is arranged.
We have heard nothing further about our adventure. They did find the remains of the missing in the debris but they were shipped back to China in a diplomatic crate without being examined locally. The Chinese team sifted through the rubble for almost a week with the aid of heavy equipment before letting others on the site. I think we took what they were looking for.
With the big plane we were leaving from San Francisco International. Junior requested to observe the takeoff from the cockpit. The head pilot readily agreed, no special persuasion needed. Since the USA Championships, Junior has been as much in the news as his star gymnasts. Junior thanked him and gave him a big smile. The pilot was in his early fifties but still in decent shape. Sometime during the flight I was certain Junior’s cock will be up his ass.
I had one of the private cabins along with Mark, Jay, Andy, Junior, Jack and Rex. The other three were unassigned and available for anyone that needed some privacy.
One of the cabin crew came in to check on me. He was Asian, about five-ten with a well-defined, lightly-muscled build. I asked him his name. He was Alex Han from Singapore. I am definitely going to try that pretty butt.
We were in the air just after two. It would be eleven hours non-stop. We would be in at about ten in the morning. When the seatbelt sign turned off I got up and went to the lounge. I asked the guy behind the bar if they had any German beer. They had something called Aldersbacher on tap. He said it was good so I tried a glass. It was good.
I sat in one of the comfortable chairs in the lounge. Tim from the Gulfstream came over with another guy.
“Bill, this is Brian, my boyfriend,” he said. “Brian, Bill.”
I stood and held his hand. Brian was blond with a defined body. He had a more angular face as opposed to Tim’s almost boyish look. I sat back down and they took the seats on either side of me.
“We’ll take two of what he’s having,” Tim said to the barkeep. “It is nice to be pampered on a flight instead of doing the pampering. This is a great vacation for us.”
“Tim told me a lot about you,” Brian said. “You’re as big as he described.” He was looking at my lap.
“Yes, It is hard to hide,” I admitted. “It would be a big deal if I wasn’t hanging out with Andy and Junior. What do you do Brian.”
“I’m a real estate broker. My properties are mid to high end condos and townhomes in the city.”
“Give me a card when we are at the hotel. I have a couple friends that are in the market for something like that.”
We talked for a few minutes and finished the beer. Then Tim said, “Bill could I have a word in private with you?”
“Sure,” I replied. “We’ll go to my cabin.”
“Are you two going to get it on again?” Brian asked. “And without inviting your boyfriend to share.”
“No Brian. It’s not like that, at least to start. Give us fifteen minutes and knock on his door. Which is yours, Bill.”
“We’ll be in five.”
We left. Inside I sat down. Tim stood.
“We flew Junior’s parents home,” Tim started. “They told us they had been kidnapped and Junior rescued them. We saw the reports on the consulate fire and put two and two together. Were you there?”
“Yes, I was. Obviously we don’t want to spread that around.”
“The others on my crew know but we will keep the secret. I haven’t even told Brian. I dream about what that must have been like.”
“I dream about it too sometimes but wish I didn’t. I’d prefer to dream about fucking you.”
I stood up and started removing Tim’s clothes while he worked on mine. There was a knock on the door and we let Brian in. He was out of his things in a jiffy.
I put the seat to its flat position and had Tim and Brian rest their chests on it as they kneeled on the floor. I saw they had prepared for the flight by lubing their asses. I had prepped too and had a small bottle on the table by my seat. I slicked up my cock and pressed it to Tim’s hole. He opened up easily and, very slowly, I pushed in all twelve inches. Tim gave a soft moan and Brian turned his head in time to see the last six inches disappear into his boyfriend. I gave him a few long, slow strokes.
Then I pulled out and shifted to Brian. I pressed to his hole. It spread open and my tip started to enter. He was tighter than Tim because he hadn’t had Junior or Andy yet. But I wasn’t the first in this hole. I thrust my hips and my crown breached the gate. I gave him a few more inches and felt the hard lump of his prostate. I worked his sensitive spot with quick strokes until he sprayed his seed on the carpet. As he came I pressed deeper, getting all but the last two inches in. I started stroking again and soon got the rest into him. Then I gave it to him long, hard and deep. When I shot ten minutes later, he came again.
“I told you he was good,” Tim said as I reentered him.
Another ten minutes and I creamed Tim’s ass as he shot his second load. I eased out of him and helped him stand up. Brian, still on his knees, licked off a final drop on Tim’s tip and then sucked me to clean off my pole. He managed about eight inches. He let me slip from his mouth and we both helped him stand. He gave me a kiss.
“That was great,” Brian said after we broke the kiss. “When you graduate, you should marry us both. You are going to need more than one man to keep that big boy satisfied.”
“It’s a tempting offer,” I admitted. “You both shot good loads but it looks like Brian’s puddle is the biggest.”
There was a knock on the door. Tim opened it. It was Alex Han telling us that they were about to start dinner service and asking if we wanted drinks beforehand. He wasn’t surprised to see us naked. We hadn’t made an effort to be particularly quiet nor had others as we could tell the other cabins were in use. He looked us over and mentioned that he had a break after the meal service. I asked and it turned out we could have our meal in the lounge.
We got dressed, just a white muscle tee and track suit bottoms for me, and went to the lounge. Junior was there talking to the senior captain. The Captain was in a chair and Junior sat on his thighs facing him with his feet by the Captain’s hips. This equalized some of their height difference so he could talk face to face. He hates looking up.
Junior was comparing the side sticks on the Gulfstream versus the yoke on the triple seven. Junior’s outfit was similar to mine but as usual for him his long cock was run up under the tee. It must have been wet when he dressed because the moisture had made that part of his shirt almost transparent. I figured that cock had already been up the Captain’s ass so Junior knew as much about flying the plane as he did and probably already tried out the controls he was discussing. The veteran pilot was listening intently to Junior but, from time to time, his gaze would shift briefly to the very visible cock. Junior was casually rubbing a couple fingers along the side of the older man’s face as he talked, casually asserting his physical dominance. He may have given the Captain a little nudge to start but it wasn’t needed now.
I introduced Brian to him and Junior thanked Tim for taking special care of his mom. Then we got three seats about a round table. Alex came over with three beers and gave us menus.
“I can’t decide. Which is best Alex, the lobster thermidor or the steak?” I asked.
“You guys are not flying commercial. It is fifty thousand an hour to charter us. You don’t have to decide. Get both.”
We did and they were both great. After dessert he cleared our plates and recommended we get some sleep because it would be morning in Germany when we landed. We still had eight hours left.
I went back to my cabin and put the seat flat. I got out the pillow and blanket and lay down. There was a soft knock on the door. It opened and Alex Han stepped inside and closed the door behind him.
“I am off duty for the next four hours,” Alex explained. “We have a small bunk room on the lower deck but I thought I might be welcome here. Am I right?”
“You are indeed,” I confirmed. “I was half expecting to see you.”
He removed his clothes and hung them on a hook. Then he pushed the blanket to the side and pulled my shorts off. I removed my tee. I was naked on the flat cushions. He stood over me.
“You’re even bigger than I thought,” he said. “Relax and let me do all the work.”
He bent down and started to lick along the shaft of my cock. I was already hard. He licked around the tip that was a few inches above my cobblestone abs. His hand pulled it to vertical and he sucked in the first few inches. He was good and started to take more and more of me. He climbed up on the flat seat and I split my legs so he could kneel between them. As he repositioned he kept me in his mouth. He was now in a better angle and started working me into his throat. I’m pretty thick as well as long but he kept going. I could easily see his throat bulge when he pushed deep onto me and it was tight around my flesh. Finally he had me all. His pert nose was in my pubic hair. He looked up my trunk at me and I gave him a big smile and softly rubbed my hand over the hair on the back of his head. He slipped his tongue past his lips and traced along the full circumference with the wet tip. He then started bobbing up and down along my pole.
“I’m close,” I warned him after a couple minutes of that.
He was instantly off me.
“I want your cum in my ass,” he stated.
He let me ease off my excitement and then scooted forward to straddle my hips. He reached behind and put me in position and sat down on me. I entered him easily. He sat back until I was in him to the hilt and just rested there enjoying being filled.
“Do you have sex with your passengers often?” I asked. He obviously has had plenty of experience.
“No, it is strictly against company rules,” he confirmed. “But your guy, Junior, has already fucked our Captain and with everything I’ve seen and heard the rules are out the window for this flight.”
“You should try Junior if you have a chance,” I suggested. “He’s bigger than I and a way better top.”
“No thanks,” he said, surprising me. “I’m a rice on white type of guy and you are perfect.”
With that he started working my cock with his ass, building our excitement and then letting us calm down. We played for about half an hour before I seeded his gut and he sprayed ropes of cum over my torso. Then he just leaned forward and rested on my body as I wrapped my arms about his back. We fell asleep like that.
I was awaken by a knock on my door. It was Alex announcing breakfast. He must have slipped off me sometime earlier without waking me. I just donned a pair of shorts and went to one of the washrooms that had a shower and got refreshed. Enrique and Dallas were waiting outside when I exited. The shower would be really tight for two. I went back to my cabin and put on my arrival clothes.
I went back to the lounge for breakfast. Tim and Brian were sitting with the Korean trainers, Mark and Joe. I said hello and told Brian that these were the guys that were in the market for a new place. They’d obviously fucked the boys before breakfast. I’m sure Brian will take good care of them.
Everyone was getting ready for breakfast and arrival. I ate with Nut and Chai and their boyfriends, brothers Gary and Greg. They had swapped boyfriends with Enrique and Feng for the night. So they had fucked the twins. Now everyone was back with their steady partners.
Alex brought our breakfasts. I asked him where they were staying. They had a hotel near the airport. Wednesday they are picking up a Saudi trade delegation in Berlin for a flight to Jedda. Then Friday they are taking a group from Dubai to Monaco and they go empty back to Stuttgart, arriving Friday evening and stay over for our return Monday morning. The Monaco group got a special rate to let them offset some of the cost of the return flight from Arabia.
It was Junior’s voice out of the announcing system telling us that we had started our descent. The seat belt sign came on and everyone returned to their seats while the crew prepared for landing and removed any trash. I filled out the entry form and got my passport ready as I looked over the German countryside. It was a sunny summer day.
The landing was so smooth I did not feel a bump when the wheels touched. Junior was definitely at the controls.
We were met at the terminal by officials from USA Gymnastics. They helped us through the entry procedures. It was the first stamp on my passport. Junior had a new passport too. Like his other papers it had him at twenty-three years old. It was easy for him to get an official birth certificate from a dazed county clerk that had the necessary information. Of course if someone really checks they would find he is two years older than his listed father and only two years younger than his mother.
We were soon in a bus headed for our hotel. The gymnastics folks that met us would transfer our gear to the arena. Before we left they gave us our assigned practice times and a schedule for media and press that wanted interviews with the coach and team members. The Thursday and Saturday evening finals would be shown live in the afternoon in the States.
We were soon settled in our hotel. Junior had a team meeting in his suite. As his assistant and equipment manager, I attended along with the Korean trainers. As a team representing our country in international competition we all had a full set of matching team clothes and the gymnasts had official outfits to wear in competition. We were only to wear the official team duds. Junior told everyone to have fun but to get to sleep by ten local time. Everyone had their boyfriend with them in their suite but after ten is sleep time. We had an early afternoon practice session at the arena. The team would take a van. Our friends would come by bus.
We were at our practice. Junior had me watching the Chinese team practice. I could see they had learned to do some of the simplest of our new moves but their form was far from perfect. The Chines had one of their assistants watching us and a cameraman shooting video.
Junior was watching his team perform and Mark and Joe were up on the competition floor to spot guys doing the most difficult moves on the horizontal bar. Junior was trailed by a few representatives of the press. In preparation for the trip he had fucked German and French graduate students so he was fluent in those languages.
When the practice was over our guys went to the locker room to shower and change. I was giving Junior my report on the Chinese when he was approached by the Chinese assistant coach that had been watching us.
“We know what you did,” he said in good English.
“What are you talking about?” Junior replied though we both knew.
“The only ones in our San Francisco consulate that are still alive are your parents.”
“So you are confirming that you kidnapped them and held them in the consulate. Do you also wish to confirm that it was part of a Chinese government plot to fix this competition?”
“We know you have a way to make people do things,” he said. “If it appears I am under your control I will be shot by a hidden sniper.”
“Why not shoot me?”
“You know why not.”
“Ah, the safe. Yes, I only released part of what I had to the FBI. The rest is an insurance policy in case anything happens to me or those near me. I see your government understands. Is the purpose of this little chat to offer a truce?”
“Yes,” he confirmed.
“I accept,” Junior replied. “But tell your superiors that the consequences of breaking this agreement would be severe. Go.”
He turned and walked away rapidly. I could see his fear when he was talking to Junior.
“That’s good news,” Junior said to me.
“You believe they will just forget what we did?” I asked.
“They will remember but the contents of the safe were insurance policies for some top officials in their security services. It had proof of corruption on all their top people. They can’t let it become public. We won’t be bothered.”
We got to our van but Jack Gardner was missing. Junior asked if anyone knew about it.
“He went with one of the girls from the woman’s team,” Feng reported. “He said he would get back by himself before dinner. Are you fucking him enough coach? Maybe he is thinking of going straight.”
“Okay, we’ll go to the hotel and I’ll talk with him when he returns. I don’t want anymore solo adventures.”
It was a couple hours later and Junior was reviewing the practice session with the team in his suite. There was a knock on the door. Joe went to answer it. Jack was back and with him were the five female gymnasts. They came in.
“I’m apologize for missing the van,” Jack began. “Ashley asked to speak with me.” Ashley Simpson was the best on the woman’s team and the oldest at nineteen. “They want you to coach their team too.”
“Coach Nelson abuses us,” Ashley stated. “If we don’t have sex with him he cuts us from the team. We tried reporting him but he’s protected somehow.”
“You’ve done wonders with the men,” said Carla Anderson, another of their best. “Can you coach us, please.”
“You know I have sex with my gymnasts and they have sex with each other and share their boyfriends. We probably have way more sex than you do,” Junior told the girls. “It helps bond our team but no one does it against their will.”
“Well you wouldn’t have to force any of us to have sex with you,” Ashley stated and the other girls nodded agreement. “You’re hot. I’d do it right now in front of everybody just to prove I’m sincere. I can see the outline of your hard cock under your shirt. It’s huge.”
“I’ll help you,” Junior told them. “And it’s my soft cock. I’m much bigger when hard. Do you have a contact number for Nelson?”
Ashley gave him a number and Junior made a call.
“Nelson, Wang here. Your girls came over here and are doing some bonding with my guys. We’re at the Le Méridien, room 410. Come right over and we’ll get it sorted out…Good, I’ll expect you in half an hour.”
He ended the call.
“I wasn’t joking about wanting sex with you coach,” Ashley said, starting to remove her clothes. “Your guys are all hot. You’re all supposed to be gay but let us see how gay you really are. Nelson expects to see us in action so we’ll give him a show.”
“We don’t want to get any of you pregnant,” Junior said.
“There’s no chance of that,” Carla said already nude and trying to pull off Junior’s tee. “We are all on the pill. You don’t want feminine issues popping up during an event. But you would not want to be around us a week after this championship is over.”
We were all gay but with five very pretty, supremely toned and ultra flexible women were offering their bodies freely for mutual pleasure. No one tried to resist. I think everyone except Junior had at least some experience with straight sex.
Ashley as the acknowledged leader took charge of Junior. He allowed her to push him down to the carpet where she straddled his thick thighs and went to work on his cock with both hands and her mouth. It was soon sticking straight up from his groin at its full sixteen inches. She considered it from a gymnastics viewpoint on how to mount this new apparatus. She decided to do a handstand holding the sides of Junior’s hips and slowly rotate he body, still balanced on her hands, until the tip slipped into her cunt. She settled slowly lower until her knees touched the floor beside Junior’s hips. She worked more and more into her, moving up and down along the long pole. She had almost twelve inches when she arched her back and screamed in orgasm.
Junior was looking intently at her working along his pole. He started thrusting his hips up to meet he coming down. She had a second orgasm. This seemed to drain her strength. She leaned forward with her arms outstretched. Junior raised his arms and they clasped their hands together. Ashley was no longer bobbing on Junior’s thick pole. Instead Junior was thrusting it in and out in short, fast strokes. She had another orgasm and another. Her eyes were wide just staring at the boy beneath her. I could tell Junior was getting close.
“My balls are tingling,” Junior almost shouted. “I never…”
He quickly shifted his grip to Ashley’s hips and ripped her off his cock. Moments later it spurted a jet almost to the ceiling. Others followed. The gobs of cum on the carpet were pulsing with the activity of billions of tiny super-sperm. I put a couple fingers in a large deposit and could feel them. I put some in my mouth and let them swim on my tongue.
“That was my best sex ever!” Ashley exclaimed. “Why did you pull out. I’d love to carry your seed in me.”
“You would have orgasms from now to morning,” Junior explained. “It would drain all your energy. You took my virginity with women and I shot my first sperm. Here feel some in action.” He dipped into one of the pools and spread some cum on her left nipple.
“I can feel it,” Ashley said in surprise. “After sex my nipples are so sensitive.” She made a sharp cry as she had another orgasm.
Then Tia Nguyen came over leading Mark Yi to get me into action. I was standing but she hoped up, holding my shoulders and wrapping her legs about my waist. Then she sat on my pole taking all twelve inches in her pussy. Then she had Mark push up her ass. We did a standing fuck in her front and back holes with my cock rubbing against Mark’s inside her. She loved it and so did I. While we fucked the short gymnast Mark and I were kissing each other. The top of Tia’s head only reached our shoulders. We both shot into her.
We were still coupled when there was a knock on the door. A nude Joe Kim opened it and let Coach Nelson into the room.
“Where is Coach Wang,” he shouted.
“Here,” Junior said, getting to his feet. “Come here.” Nelson stood in front of the nude Junior. “Get on your knees. I don’t like to look up when I talk.”
Nelson knelt on the carpet. “Your gymnasts tell me that you force them to have sex with you. Is that true?”
“Yes,” Nelson answered. It was impossible to lie. Junior had full control over him. “With me there is no need for force or threats but I’m a man and you are pond scum. Take off your clothes.”
He did. Junior ordered him to get on his hands and knees and stood behind him. Nelson screamed when that big cock was shoved in him in one thrust. He took a couple strokes and pulled out. It was pretty messy. Nelson doesn’t clean himself out like we gay guys do. Junior had him lick his pole clean. He was told to get dressed.
Then he got his orders. He was to go to the arena, call a press conference, announce his resignation as coach and confess his crimes. He would name the officials that helped him cover it up. Then he and his assistants would fly home. He had until midnight to be out of Stuttgart and noon tomorrow to be out of Germany. On return to the States he would go to the authorities and sign a full confession. Junior’s final word to him was ‘go’. He practically ran from the room.
“Thank you,” said Ashley.
“I’m your new coach,” Junior confirmed. “Bill, Mark and Joe are my assistants. They are not familiar with your equipment or apparatus. You’ll show them what they need to do at your practice tomorrow morning. My guys practice in the afternoon.
“Next thing is to give you a boost,” Junior continued. He went to the fridge and took out a quart container. “This is my mother’s milk. I still drink a little every day. I’m a growing boy. It is pretty potent. All of my gymnasts have had some. I’d like you to try it. But I have to caution you that no female has ever had some so I can’t be certain of the results but I think it will help you.”
He poured about two-thirds of the container into five glasses.
“We trust you coach,” Carla said and they each drank their glass.
The change, if any, was subtle. They didn’t gain height or muscle size like males do, nor do they have cocks to grow bigger. Their bodies did appear more sleek, their breasts a little bigger and they stood out more, but none of the girls were big breasted to start and they weren’t now either.
“I feel stronger, energized,” Tia said.
“And horny,” said Malika, a lithe Black beauty.
That was the signal for some more action. I slipped out, I’m not really into straight sex, and filled Andy and the brothers in on developments. Andy was most interested that Junior had shot sperm for the first time. The issue was could he control it like Andy could. Mark and Jay were more focused on the chaos that Nelson’s confession would generate in the gymnastics world. It might give us an opportunity to assume total control of the program.
I was more focused on the immediate problem of what we are going to do with five girls in the middle of our gay group. I went back to Junior’s suite and knocked on his door. Rex opened it. He told me that Junior was in bed with Ashley, fucking her up the ass, while Jack and he took turns in her front. The other girls are each with one of the other team members having fun with them and their boyfriends. Women are supposed to like threesomes with two men. I guess we’ll see if that is true. Everyone will meet for dinner at seven in the hotel restaurant and then the girls will go back to their hotel for the night. So Junior had it under control.
It was obvious that everyone was in high spirits at dinner. We had told Nelson that his girls were doing team bonding to get him to rush over but that was exactly what happened. After dinner the female gymnasts wanted to spend the night but Junior, their new coach, insisted that they rest up for their practice tomorrow.
At practice the girls were in high spirits. They went through their routines flawlessly. They compete on vault, uneven bars, balance beam and floor exercise.
When they finished their routines Junior demonstrated some new skills on the uneven bars and beam. Then he had the girls try them. Every one found they now could do more flips, twists and leaps than they ever thought possible. The beam felt as stable as the floor. He had them repeat their routines with added skills. They still looked perfect to my eye but I’m not a judge. For the final half hour he had one girl on each apparatus and two on floor, Ashley and Carla, try some new tricks.
I was spotting Tia on the beam. She tried a double front somersault. Her first attempt she was slightly off and I caught her as she fell. But she landed the second and was perfect on the third. Then she added an immediate back flip after landing. It worked. She did a double front for the dismount and stuck it. She went right back up and did a full routine. It looked perfect. By now none of the other female gymnasts on other teams were practicing. They were just watch our girls nail tricks none had seen before.
Needless to say they were high on their own physicality when we left the floor. They tried to take us to their locker room but there were other teams there so Junior suggested they work their energy off with each other. They must have because they looked happy and composed when they emerged.
Of course they won. The photo Sports Illustrated chose for their cover was Junior flanked by the girls on one side and the boys on the other with a couple dozen gold and silver medals that both teams won draped about his neck.
We had enough extra seats on our charter for the girls to fly back with us. They fit right in with our easy going sexual environment. It was only being forced to have sex with a man they found unappealing that was the problem. To our guys with a preference for topping, a hole is a hole mostly. The guys who strictly bottomed didn’t appreciate the competition. I like a good fucking but I realize that with a twelve-inch cock lots of boys and now girls want to ride and I don’t like to reject them.
I was settled into my cabin waiting for takeoff. I figured Junior would be at the controls. He did get his pilot license earlier in the summer but there are many certifications and logged flight hours before it is actually legal for him to handle the controls with passengers aboard.
There was a knock on the door and Alex Han came in. He had a German beer for me.
“We leave you for a few days and everyone turns straight,” he says but I could tell he was joking. “I’ll have to work my ass off on this flight to turn you back.”
“That bubble butt of yours might do the trick, at least for me.”
“We caught the show Saturday and Sunday evening. The boys and girls were amazing. Thanks for the tickets.”
I heard the engines start. Alex left to prepare for takeoff. We were in the air just after one. It is almost twelve hour to San Francisco but it will still be afternoon when we arrive thanks to the time difference.
When the seatbelt sign turned off I got up and shed my clothes. No one will be wearing anything the entire trip and no one is planning on any sleep either. Of course no one got much sleep last night. The excitement from our victory transferred into sexual energy that we are still working off.
Mark and Jay were outside talking to Andy when I exited. Then Junior returned from the cockpit. He was nude before we took off. Everyone began praising his piloting skills. I went over to the group and got to my knees.
“I think Junior knows he’s a great pilot,” I began. “If I could change the subject, now that you can shoot sperm, Junior. Could you shoot some in me. I’d love the honor of being the first to carry your seed.”
“Are you going to compare and see who is more potent,” Andy said but he was kidding. I’d had his in me several times.
“The first time just happened,” Andy said. “It would be interesting to see if I can make it happen. Anyone who was with me in the consulate has earned the right to make some requests, so Bill, let’s do it.”
We went to the lounge and I rested my chest on the cushion of one of the chairs. Junior got between my spread knees behind me and put his cock in position. He pressed forward and it entered easily. It felt great in me. I’ve had plenty of cocks in me and Junior’s and Andy’s just feel different. They are bigger of course but it is more than that. I can sense the power, it pulses and writhes inside me, shaking my whole body. Sometimes you think it might rip your belly open but it doesn’t.
Junior started with a slow fuck stroke, deep and long. It pushed all my sensitive spots. He triggered my orgasm. He sped up. I shot again and he went faster. He plunged in fully, all sixteen inches and sprayed my gut.
“That was just regular cum,” Junior said. I already knew because I couldn’t feel anything swimming inside. “Let us try again.”
He resumed his fuck stroke. This time he held me just short of orgasm as he built for another release. I felt him get close but then he slowed down. He did that several times. He built back up once more.
“I can feel the tingling,” Junior announced. “Get ready, here it comes.”
He shot into me, several strong spurts. Then I felt them, wiggling inside me, searching for the egg I didn’t have. I had one orgasm, then another and passed out.”
I was in my cabin. The seat was flat and I was laying on it with a pillow under my head and a blanket covering me. The blanket was soaked with my cum. I could still feel Junior’s sperm but they had spread everywhere and the sexual stimulation had eased.
Alex opened the door.
“Great, you’re back with us,” he said. “You slept for seven hours. Can you stand? I’ll take you to the lounge and get you some food and drink.”
He helped me to my feet but once upright I was okay. We went out and I sat. Junior was sitting opposite me. The Captain, also naked, was sitting on the carpet by his right leg. Ashley was kneeling on the left side bent over the armrest sucking Junior’s cock. Enrique was sitting on a couch with his boyfriend but I couldn’t tell if it was Dallas or Dave.
Alex returned carrying a tray with my dinner and a beer. He sat on the left armrest of my chair, facing me and balancing the tray on his thighs and started feeding me like I was a one-year-old. It was pretty erotic.
The Captain was leaking cum from his ass so Junior had probably fucked him recently. He looked subdued with his chin on his chest. He was, as I thought, in decent shape for an older guy. There was a little definition on his abs but he carried a few extra pounds. He was about six inches soft.
“You seem down Vern,” Junior said. I hadn’t heard him called anything other than Captain before. “I know you liked me fucking you, so what is the issue?”
“I loved you fucking me,” he said. “That is the issue. What do I tell my wife?”
“You tell her the truth,” Junior said. “You met a man that freed you from your sexual inhibitions. You will then take her to bed and give her the best sex of her life. You will find you can stay hard as long as you want, even after shooting, and you can cum multiple times and drive your wife crazy with your skill and stamina.”
He said it as conversation but it was a mental command that Vern’s body and mind would obey.
“Why don’t you tell me about your family,” Junior suggested, though he’d been in his ass and already knew everything. It must be to put the man at ease.
“Yes,” he began. “My wife is Lilly. She is three years younger than I and still looks very pretty. I love her. We have three children. My oldest is eighteen and starts USC in a few weeks. He is a swimmer and got a partial athletic scholarship. I also have a daughter, sixteen and another son, fourteen. He starts high school next month.”
That is a fine family,” Junior stated. “Bill here is a swimmer on our university team and now on the national team. He is the current world record holder in the eight hundred meter and fifteen hundred meter freestyle. Why not have your son join our swim team. I’ll talk to the Athletic Director and get him a full scholarship with room, board and a stipend.
“I have a new gymnast, a freshman in the fall semester. He’ll replace Rex on the university team after he graduates next year. Your son would be perfect for his boyfriend.”
“You want me to send my son to your school so he can have a gay relationship with your new gymnast?” Vern asked not believing what he heard.
“Exactly,” Junior confirmed. “But these things are not exclusive. He’ll have lots of opportunity to have fun with other boys and I promise you we’ll see he gets some time with girls too. When he comes home for the holidays you’ll have a confident man who is sexually dominant in normal company. I guarantee it.”
The Captain didn’t realize it but Junior was telling him that his son would be sexually dominant in his family, fucking him, his wife and the other siblings.
“The girls would be happy to teach him how to please a woman properly,” Ashley said backing off Junior’s cock for a minute.
“Being a boyfriend is great,” confirmed the twin with Enrique. “My brother is my identical twin so we share Enrique and Feng between us. But if they are not with us we are open to any hot guy. We are generally considered the best bottoms on campus. I can hardly walk from one place to another without someone rubbing my butt.
“A month ago my brother and I were going to the Student Union and we saw four guys playing beach volleyball. We stopped to watch. One of them recognized us and called to the others. They stopped the game and came over, surrounding us. We were in the middle of a scrum of four hot guys wearing only skimpy speedos. They were all a few inches above six feet, so well taller than us. In seconds we each had hands feeling our butts. Then our pants were unbuttoned and pushed down to mid thigh. They had all pulled their cocks out. The smallest was just under eight inches and the biggest almost ten. My brother and I had big smiles because we knew they were going to fuck us and they did. When one guy finished we were turned over to the guy on his left. We’d wipe the cum coated cock that just left us with our hands and taste the seed. A couple of them were able to cum a second time. When they finished with us they tucked away their spent cooks and we pulled up our pants. They started to go back to their game not having said a word to us. But we grabbed them by the front waistband of their speedos and insisted they tell us their names. We gave them our number and invited them to call us if they wanted more. They call us a couple times a week.”
“The twins are strictly bottoms,” Junior said. “I’d bet your eldest is both versatile and bisexual and I can assure you he’ll be confident and happy in that role as the twins are as bottoms. I’ll contact you in a couple days and we’ll make the arrangements.”
“I trust you,” he said. “We’ll do as you suggest.”
“I knew you would,” Junior said. “We need to go to the cockpit to prepare for landing. Ashley has me ready to cum. Put both your lips at my tip and you can share the load with her.”
The Captain leaned over the other arm of Junior’s chair and kissed Ashley open mouthed around the end of Junior’s pole. I saw it pulse as he pumped cum and both swallowed quickly but they lost a little that smeared their faces. Junior’s flow eased and you could see both licking around the crown to clean of the residue. They broke their kiss and both licked around their lips to get the stuff they spilled.
Junior stood and helped the Captain to his feet. They went forward. Junior had his left hand on the Captain’s butt as they walked.
“I’m going to have to get to work in a few minutes,” Alex said, putting the tray on the table. “How about a quick ride to cap our flight?”
I just put my hands on his hips and lifted him up so he could straddle the chair, facing me. He was only about a hundred forty pounds so he was pretty easy to handle. I just put him in position over the tip of my hard cock and shoved him down on it. He let out a long moan as he took it to the base. Then I started moving him up and down. A few minutes later we both shot our loads. We rested a couple minutes with me still fully inside him. We shared a kiss and I lifted him off and set his feet on the floor beside my chair.
A short while later I was just relaxing, dressed in our team travel clothes, looking out the window as we came in over the bay for our landing. Things seemed pretty perfect, great friends, great sex, success and excitement. What would the future bring?