Such a great compliment, man! Very glad you're enjoying, and very flattered
Oh gee with all the predictability of the sun rising in the East another story that starts out looking M/F within a few chapters takes that "near mandatory" M/M turn and when it does gets the predictable "applause"
Any story that does not go that way or look like it may be going that way within 3 or 4 chapters will also predictably get posters clamoring for it to take at least an MMF in not all the way MM turn or lamenting that it has not yet.
We have seen it time and time again either story's are straight up M/M from the start and billed as such which are easy enough to just not read if that is not your cup of tea or always end up going that way
So far the "cock crazy wife" story is "still" M/F but someone who has "seen this movie before" see the beginning of "tell tale signs" that anytime now the husband is going to be sucking Jason's "huge cock" which he is already clearly fascinated with (M/M) or at the very least he will be down there slurping away at his wife's pussy as Jason pounds it into his wife's pussy for the nth time (MMF)
Yes it will not be a surprise at all when it happens and all the usual suspects will applaud when it happens and start clamoring for it when it does not happen "fast enough"
I know it will come as huge shock to some, possibly many but LPSG is NOT a "gay site" not is is marketed as one
There is a significant % if not majority of guys, and women for that matter in the world that consider themselves "100% straight" and not even in the least bit "curious" about being "curious"
The fact that guys like me have no desire to suck some guy's cock or get ours sucked by a guy and anal sex with a omen is not even a turn on or women that do not even want to be "lipstick lesbians", if for no other reason to "see what we are missing" does not make us some kind of intolerant, bigoted right wingers anymore then any conclusion you might draw about some guy who would want nothing to do sexually with a woman,, would not kiss one beyond a "peck on the cheek" "GF type" of kiss, would not really want to get a BJ from one,, go down on one much less actually fuck one.
I know all the usual responses
Well then don't read them
There are other sites, just go there
Well right back at you!!
Any story that does not go that way or look like it may be going that way within 3 or 4 chapters will also predictably get posters clamoring for it to take at least an MMF in not all the way MM turn or lamenting that it has not yet.
We have seen it time and time again either story's are straight up M/M from the start and billed as such which are easy enough to just not read if that is not your cup of tea or always end up going that way
So far the "cock crazy wife" story is "still" M/F but someone who has "seen this movie before" see the beginning of "tell tale signs" that anytime now the husband is going to be sucking Jason's "huge cock" which he is already clearly fascinated with (M/M) or at the very least he will be down there slurping away at his wife's pussy as Jason pounds it into his wife's pussy for the nth time (MMF)
Yes it will not be a surprise at all when it happens and all the usual suspects will applaud when it happens and start clamoring for it when it does not happen "fast enough"
I know it will come as huge shock to some, possibly many but LPSG is NOT a "gay site" not is is marketed as one
There is a significant % if not majority of guys, and women for that matter in the world that consider themselves "100% straight" and not even in the least bit "curious" about being "curious"
The fact that guys like me have no desire to suck some guy's cock or get ours sucked by a guy and anal sex with a omen is not even a turn on or women that do not even want to be "lipstick lesbians", if for no other reason to "see what we are missing" does not make us some kind of intolerant, bigoted right wingers anymore then any conclusion you might draw about some guy who would want nothing to do sexually with a woman,, would not kiss one beyond a "peck on the cheek" "GF type" of kiss, would not really want to get a BJ from one,, go down on one much less actually fuck one.
I know all the usual responses
Well then don't read them
There are other sites, just go there
Well right back at you!!
Who hurt you?
Want to see more of a particular type or style of story just write your own.
You have victimized yourself so much. It doesn't make you hateful to want to see some regular old M/F. But is it okay if the OP had his own preferences?
Should people who DO like M/M, M/F/M stop writing stories because you don't like them?
I agree with the idea of people labeling their story titles. But this site is gay, lol it's bi and straight.
"But what about ME!?!?! "
It’s a big cock site
Being gay = double big cock action
It’s the only logical answer
Oh right, I forgot the "just write your own" response
No one has hurt me
People who do like M/M and M/M/F stories are equally capable of writing M/F stories, this is "fiction" after all so is it oo much to ask/want them to "broaden their horizons" ? to maybe a 50/50 hell I would be happy with just 25/75 because as it is it is not even 10%
Mikey22 is the only guy that writes stories that do not either start M/M or M/M/F or take that turn in no more than 3 or 4 chapters and he never has more than one story in this section at any one time
What about you ?
Would a 50/50 mix be enough to make you happy ??
By your "logic" then the only kind of porn worth making, big cock or otherwise is gay porn
Ron Jeremy and Christy Canyon or Nina Hartley back in the day, any other M/F combination these days on various online sites, gee that will never sell or get clicks, except that they DO
Hey fellas, here's the first part of Chapter 5. Thanks so far for the great comments and messages. I'll probably post the second part tomorrow post-gym, which is when I get most inspired, ha. This one is pretty G-rated.
Chapter 5
Monday morning, 530AM.
Wow, that was the most unexpected/fucked-up weekend I think I’ve ever had, Mikey reflected as he stirred in bed. First Stephanie, then . . . Tony . . . then . . . fuck, I don’t even want to think about it.
Mikey rubbed his eyes, then his shoulders, and groaned slightly. Time to get up, kid. Another day, another dolla. He moved upward, swinging his legs around to the side of the bed, big feet hitting the cool floor. Yawning he stretched his arms above his head and flexed both biceps, reveling in the good, tight muscle feeling.
Mikey did his usual morning routine – brush teeth, take shower, apply deodorant, muss hair, put on clothes. Today it was work boots, old blue tee, and khaki colored Carhartt work pants. He grabbed a quick cuppa joe with Danny and Gina and hit the road – back to Hoboken to work on the site with the crew. Damn, not sure I want to see Tony today, Mikey thought as he gripped the wheel of his truck, just barely beating the northbound traffic on the Garden State.
***
Mikey arrived at the construction site around 730AM, just in time to get his shit together before the foreman, an older Polish guy named Piotr (who had a wicked temper and everyone called, “fuck-r” – since every third word out of his mouth was “fuck,” or some permutation thereof), started on his usual tirade.
Piotr was in a fine mood. “Fuck you fuck why you so fucking stupid? You think I come here for fucking fun? I tell you, in Warszawa, we no have stupid fucking fuckwit fuckers like you. All man WORK for money, and he work HARD. You fucking mee-len-yalls, so fucking egoistika, so fucking FaceTweetInstaSnap all day” Piotr said, mostly to himself, shaking his head in exasperation and flicking his hand in the direction of the crew.
Mikey just stared at Piotr, sipping on the coffee in his thermos that Gina had (graciously) given him this morning. She had admonished him, per usual, “Mikey, don’t expect this to be a regular thing!” Mikey, also per usual, laughed saying, “I know, I know, but I’m your favorite brother-in-law!” Gina just rolled her eyes, “You’re my ONLY brother-in-law.” She still gave him the coffee every workday morning.
Piotr settled down a bit, his initial Monday morning “pep talk” finished. Mikey and the crew got ready to work, Mikey was on the jackhammer again, which was fine with him. The noise and the constant vibration from the tool in his forearms was almost meditative, plus it entitled him to an extra break or two.
Where the fuck was Tony? Mikey thought, even though he didn’t really want to see him after what had transpired this weekend, he was still concerned. It’s not like him to not show-up.
***
1030 AM.
Mikey and the guys were taking a break from work, enjoying the unseasonably cool but sunny day. Tony still was not there.
“Uh Piotr, Tony gonna show?” Norm, one of the older guys on the crew asked.
Piotr turned toward them. “He sick. Alleged. I don’t believe that fuck suck cock. But he call sick today. You back to work, ladies.”
***
Tuesday.
Mikey arrived at the Hoboken site around 7AM. Still no Tony. Today he was on hauling duty, moving chunks of concrete, too small for the ‘dozer to move, from the site to the dumpster in a wheelbarrow. It was hard physical work, but Mikey didn’t mind – beats doing cardio and shoulders at the gym!
Around 10AM Tony arrived at the site, looking tired, but in one piece. Mikey noticed him and Piotr talking quietly. Piotr motioned toward the scaffolding, newly erected, where the first floor of the new building was being constructed. Tony was on drill duty today, apparently.
Tony glanced over at Mikey, their eyes meeting, until Mikey broke the stare, getting back to work.
The rest of the day Mikey avoided Tony, other than a brief, “Hey” and a head nod after they passed each other during their lunch break.
***
Wednesday.
Today both Tony and Mikey were on haul duty. Each man moving the last remnants of the original building toward the dumpster, their arms glistening with sweat as the day became hotter and more humid with each hour.
Finally, Tony broke the ice, “We gonna talk, bro?” He asked Mikey.
Mikey grumbled, “mmmpf.”
“What did you say?” Tony turned toward Mikey and hit the brim of his hardhat lightly.
“Uh, whatdoyamean?” Mikey said, eyes forward, “all is good with me, brah.”
Tony sighed. “Uh, brah, Sat-Ur-Day? We gonna address that like men?” He said, gripping Mikey’s trap for emphasis.
“Errr”
“Fine. Whateva, cugine. We cool?” Tony asked, bordering on imploring.
“Yeah, we cool,” Mikey responded.
“Bro, you’re . . .” Tony started, not finishing his sentence.
Tony didn’t finish. He and Mikey got back to work in silence, but at least the tension was somewhat broken.
***
Thursday.
Today both Mikey and Tony were assigned to work together again. This time installing pylons into the freshly poured cement forming the base of the new building. Neither of them spoke.
“Bro, we need some tunes,” Tony said, breaking the silence.
Mikey looked at him, one eyebrow raised.
“Yeah man, tunes!” Tony pulled his phone out of his pocket and loaded an EDM mix, starting with a remix of “Faded” by Alan Walker. A good gym bro anthem for slow pulls. Tony danced to the music, pulling a goofy face and mouthing, “Where are you now?” to Mikey every time the refrain came up.
Mikey couldn’t help laughing. He gave Tony a slight push. “Stop it, brah, we need to work.” Tony laughed, too. An old burner started on the mix, “Disclosure” by Latch. Tony knew all the words to the song and lipsynched it perfectly.
“Bro, you are such a fanook,” Mikey laughingly said. Tony danced, backing up and waving his hands toward his chest while giving a melodramatic rendition of the Sam Smith lyrics (some of which sounded like a chick). Tony pumped one fist, the other hand resting on his chest as he squatted down.
Damn, I’m glad we’re back, Tony’s face said. Mikey smiled a shy smile back at Tony.
***
Friday.
“BRAAAAAAAAAAHHHH!” Tony yelled at Mikey, “FRI-FUCKIN-DAY SON!”
Mikey returned Tony’s enthusiasm with a bemused expression, “Shut. Your. Fukin. Face. Dood.” He responded.
“What’re we getting into tonight?!” Tony asked. “One slute, two slutes, three slutes . . . somethin else,” he winked at Mikey.
“Jesusmaryandjoseph,” Mikey spit out, “what’re you getting on about now?”
“Party time, kid, nothin else,” Tony responded, slightly dejected. “You know that fool other Tony, who we went to school with?”
“Yeahhh…”
“Well, that kid is having a party tonight at his crib. Let’s go.”
“Fuck bro, we are too old for that shit,” Mikey responded. “Plus I need to get my lift on tonight, I haven’t been since Wednesday.”
“Brah, we go late night, after things are LIT, and well after you have your ‘vanity pump,’ man.” Tony said. “Plusssssss, there should be some primo puss there,” Tony grabbed his ass cheek while saying this.
Mikey responded, “well as long as it’s female puss, I guess I’m down.”
Tony chuckled and grabbed Mikey’s head, pulling it toward his. Tony whispered in his ear, “I thought you might like this kinda puss, too.”
Mikey recoiled a little bit.
“I’m just busting your balls, bro!” Tony said boisterously, the look in his eyes, though, betrayed his bravado slightly.
“Alright, I’m down.”
“Ok, meet me here” Tony texted Mikey the address, “11PM, it’s this chick Andrea’s place, I think you’ll know her.”
[To be continued]
Chapter 5
Monday morning, 530AM.
Wow, that was the most unexpected/fucked-up weekend I think I’ve ever had, Mikey reflected as he stirred in bed. First Stephanie, then . . . Tony . . . then . . . fuck, I don’t even want to think about it.
Mikey rubbed his eyes, then his shoulders, and groaned slightly. Time to get up, kid. Another day, another dolla. He moved upward, swinging his legs around to the side of the bed, big feet hitting the cool floor. Yawning he stretched his arms above his head and flexed both biceps, reveling in the good, tight muscle feeling.
Mikey did his usual morning routine – brush teeth, take shower, apply deodorant, muss hair, put on clothes. Today it was work boots, old blue tee, and khaki colored Carhartt work pants. He grabbed a quick cuppa joe with Danny and Gina and hit the road – back to Hoboken to work on the site with the crew. Damn, not sure I want to see Tony today, Mikey thought as he gripped the wheel of his truck, just barely beating the northbound traffic on the Garden State.
***
Mikey arrived at the construction site around 730AM, just in time to get his shit together before the foreman, an older Polish guy named Piotr (who had a wicked temper and everyone called, “fuck-r” – since every third word out of his mouth was “fuck,” or some permutation thereof), started on his usual tirade.
Piotr was in a fine mood. “Fuck you fuck why you so fucking stupid? You think I come here for fucking fun? I tell you, in Warszawa, we no have stupid fucking fuckwit fuckers like you. All man WORK for money, and he work HARD. You fucking mee-len-yalls, so fucking egoistika, so fucking FaceTweetInstaSnap all day” Piotr said, mostly to himself, shaking his head in exasperation and flicking his hand in the direction of the crew.
Mikey just stared at Piotr, sipping on the coffee in his thermos that Gina had (graciously) given him this morning. She had admonished him, per usual, “Mikey, don’t expect this to be a regular thing!” Mikey, also per usual, laughed saying, “I know, I know, but I’m your favorite brother-in-law!” Gina just rolled her eyes, “You’re my ONLY brother-in-law.” She still gave him the coffee every workday morning.
Piotr settled down a bit, his initial Monday morning “pep talk” finished. Mikey and the crew got ready to work, Mikey was on the jackhammer again, which was fine with him. The noise and the constant vibration from the tool in his forearms was almost meditative, plus it entitled him to an extra break or two.
Where the fuck was Tony? Mikey thought, even though he didn’t really want to see him after what had transpired this weekend, he was still concerned. It’s not like him to not show-up.
***
1030 AM.
Mikey and the guys were taking a break from work, enjoying the unseasonably cool but sunny day. Tony still was not there.
“Uh Piotr, Tony gonna show?” Norm, one of the older guys on the crew asked.
Piotr turned toward them. “He sick. Alleged. I don’t believe that fuck suck cock. But he call sick today. You back to work, ladies.”
***
Tuesday.
Mikey arrived at the Hoboken site around 7AM. Still no Tony. Today he was on hauling duty, moving chunks of concrete, too small for the ‘dozer to move, from the site to the dumpster in a wheelbarrow. It was hard physical work, but Mikey didn’t mind – beats doing cardio and shoulders at the gym!
Around 10AM Tony arrived at the site, looking tired, but in one piece. Mikey noticed him and Piotr talking quietly. Piotr motioned toward the scaffolding, newly erected, where the first floor of the new building was being constructed. Tony was on drill duty today, apparently.
Tony glanced over at Mikey, their eyes meeting, until Mikey broke the stare, getting back to work.
The rest of the day Mikey avoided Tony, other than a brief, “Hey” and a head nod after they passed each other during their lunch break.
***
Wednesday.
Today both Tony and Mikey were on haul duty. Each man moving the last remnants of the original building toward the dumpster, their arms glistening with sweat as the day became hotter and more humid with each hour.
Finally, Tony broke the ice, “We gonna talk, bro?” He asked Mikey.
Mikey grumbled, “mmmpf.”
“What did you say?” Tony turned toward Mikey and hit the brim of his hardhat lightly.
“Uh, whatdoyamean?” Mikey said, eyes forward, “all is good with me, brah.”
Tony sighed. “Uh, brah, Sat-Ur-Day? We gonna address that like men?” He said, gripping Mikey’s trap for emphasis.
“Errr”
“Fine. Whateva, cugine. We cool?” Tony asked, bordering on imploring.
“Yeah, we cool,” Mikey responded.
“Bro, you’re . . .” Tony started, not finishing his sentence.
Tony didn’t finish. He and Mikey got back to work in silence, but at least the tension was somewhat broken.
***
Thursday.
Today both Mikey and Tony were assigned to work together again. This time installing pylons into the freshly poured cement forming the base of the new building. Neither of them spoke.
“Bro, we need some tunes,” Tony said, breaking the silence.
Mikey looked at him, one eyebrow raised.
“Yeah man, tunes!” Tony pulled his phone out of his pocket and loaded an EDM mix, starting with a remix of “Faded” by Alan Walker. A good gym bro anthem for slow pulls. Tony danced to the music, pulling a goofy face and mouthing, “Where are you now?” to Mikey every time the refrain came up.
Mikey couldn’t help laughing. He gave Tony a slight push. “Stop it, brah, we need to work.” Tony laughed, too. An old burner started on the mix, “Disclosure” by Latch. Tony knew all the words to the song and lipsynched it perfectly.
“Bro, you are such a fanook,” Mikey laughingly said. Tony danced, backing up and waving his hands toward his chest while giving a melodramatic rendition of the Sam Smith lyrics (some of which sounded like a chick). Tony pumped one fist, the other hand resting on his chest as he squatted down.
Damn, I’m glad we’re back, Tony’s face said. Mikey smiled a shy smile back at Tony.
***
Friday.
“BRAAAAAAAAAAHHHH!” Tony yelled at Mikey, “FRI-FUCKIN-DAY SON!”
Mikey returned Tony’s enthusiasm with a bemused expression, “Shut. Your. Fukin. Face. Dood.” He responded.
“What’re we getting into tonight?!” Tony asked. “One slute, two slutes, three slutes . . . somethin else,” he winked at Mikey.
“Jesusmaryandjoseph,” Mikey spit out, “what’re you getting on about now?”
“Party time, kid, nothin else,” Tony responded, slightly dejected. “You know that fool other Tony, who we went to school with?”
“Yeahhh…”
“Well, that kid is having a party tonight at his crib. Let’s go.”
“Fuck bro, we are too old for that shit,” Mikey responded. “Plus I need to get my lift on tonight, I haven’t been since Wednesday.”
“Brah, we go late night, after things are LIT, and well after you have your ‘vanity pump,’ man.” Tony said. “Plusssssss, there should be some primo puss there,” Tony grabbed his ass cheek while saying this.
Mikey responded, “well as long as it’s female puss, I guess I’m down.”
Tony chuckled and grabbed Mikey’s head, pulling it toward his. Tony whispered in his ear, “I thought you might like this kinda puss, too.”
Mikey recoiled a little bit.
“I’m just busting your balls, bro!” Tony said boisterously, the look in his eyes, though, betrayed his bravado slightly.
“Alright, I’m down.”
“Ok, meet me here” Tony texted Mikey the address, “11PM, it’s this chick Andrea’s place, I think you’ll know her.”
[To be continued]
Chapter 5 Continued
Mikey returned home from work, went to the gym and got a good lift in, ate, and showered-up. He was ready for a good house party at Other Tony’s place, and it would be nice to chill with old friends and throw a few drinks back.
He threw on a black vee-neck which showed off his chest, but wasn’t too tight, a plaid, unbuttoned long sleeve shirt over that, dark jeans, and the obligatory thin gold chain necklace and link bracelet. Spraying a few shots of cologne, he was ready to go.
Mikey drove the fifteen minutes or so to Andrea’s house, where Tony said to meet him. Tony and Andrea were waiting on the curb. Mikey pulled up in his truck.
“Paisan, what’s happening, bro!” Tony said, raising his hand above his shoulder and bringing it down to meet Mikey’s mitt in a handshake/high five greeting. Andrea stood next to him, wearing tight grey leggings and a light blue crop top. A thin silver chain hung down between the clefts of her full, round tits. Mikey could see the faint outline of her labia in the leggings and her perky nipples through the crop top, slightly hardened by the cool night air (and likely anticipation). Andrea clearly was NOT wearing panties or a bra.
“You know, Andrea, right?! How could you not!” Tony said, moving his hands in the direction of Andrea’s midsection.
“Uh, yeah, from the gym?” Mikey said.
“Yeah bro! Hip abduction machine MASTER!” Tony said, without irony, “Haha!”
Andrea surveilled both of them, and flipped her hair back from her exposed shoulder with her manicured, French tip nails.
“I like to work my legs, so sue me,” she said nonchalantly. She looked at Mikey with elevator eyes, “Looking smooth, Mikey, big plans tonight?” she asked, with a hint of seductiveness.
“Ha, umm . . .” Mikey mumbled, his cock starting to fill with a little blood.
“Let’s go to Other Tony’s,” Andrea said, “I need to get a drink and I want to dance tonight!”
As she headed to Mikey’s truck, Tony caught Mikey staring at her ass.
“You see something you like, bro” he whispered, while firmly grabbing Mikey’s left glute. Releasing Mikey’s ass, Tony laughed softly. “Let’s go party people!” he whooped.
***
Arriving at Other Tony’s place around 11PM, the threesome could see that the party already was pretty lit. The front lawn was filled with people drinking out of red plastic cups and engaging in drunken, lively conversations. Riffs of “Goddamn” by Tyga filtered out of the house through the windows and front door every time it opened.
Andrea walked in first, wiggling her ass in front of both Mikey and Tony as she entered the house. Tony leaned over to Mikey, “Let’s get crunk, son!” He said, moving in for a fist bump.
The house was a modest colonial filled with revelers, probably around fifty or so people were at the party – filing the living room, kitchen, front and back yard. Mikey, Tony, and Andrea made their way to the back yard, where there was a DJ (well, a fat guy named Gino wearing a Jets jersey streaming music from his laptop onto Bluetooth speakers), a keg, and a rowdy game of Beirut (beer pong) happening on a table next to the swimming pool which took up most of the yard.
Tony and Mikey decided that they would get in on the pong, Andrea watched from the side, talking to some chick that she knew from the nail salon. They made a good team, and won five games straight. Andrea, clearly bored at this point, pulled Tony to the side, whispering something in his ear.
Both Tony and Andrea looked back at Mikey, standing to the side of the table and nursing a drink. Tony said something to Andrea and laughed, Andrea pushed him to the side and approached Mikey.
“Hey.” She said, pushing her tits against Mikey’s chest and running her fingernails down Mikey’s forearm. “I have an idea.”
“Huh?” Mikey said, slightly confused. “I mean, ok, what’s your idea?”
“I wanna go upstairs,” Andrea said, moving her fingernails down toward Mikey’s crotch. “And I wanna go NOW.”
Mikey looked at Tony, who shrugged, pulling a face and laughing silently.
“Um, ok, I guess I’m down for that. I mean, hell yeah!” Mikey said.
Andrea took his hand and led him into the house and up the stairs into an empty bedroom. She opened the door, and turned to Mikey.
“Kiss me.” She demanded, wrapping her arms around Mikey’s neck, using her foot to shut the door.
Mikey didn’t need more convincing. He moved in and started kissing Andrea, deeply, his tongue meeting hers in her mouth. Andrea’s tits pressing against him, he could feel her heartbeat through the thin material of her crop top.
Andrea moaned softly and walked backwards toward the bed, encouraging Mikey to throw her down onto the mattress. Mikey complied, his cock fully engorged in his jeans, pointing the way to the bed.
Andrea parted her legs and wrapped them around the back of Mikey’s, moving her crotch up to his. Mikey ground his crotch into hers, kissing her hard.
The door opened and Tony entered, peeling his tight tee off in one fluid motion. Tony stared at the couple on the bed and stroked his cock through his pants. Andrea met his gaze, Mikey was oblivious, grinding his big body into hers. Tony raised his finger to his lips, miming, “shhhh.”
Andrea pulled Mikey’s pants down, past his massive, round, muscular ass, still staring at Tony while she did this. Tony pulled his pants off, leaving him standing in boxer briefs, and nothing else, his thick member making a huge tent with a small wet spot appearing next to his cockhead.
Mikey still oblivious to anyone else in the room, Tony moved behind him and started massaging his traps and lats.
“WHAT THE FUCK!” Mikey yelled, startled by the unexpected touch, and jumped back from Andrea.
He turned and faced Tony.
“BRO! What tha . . .”
“Dude, it’s ok, man.”
“Whaa??” Mikey said, still very surprised.
“It’s ok,” Tony said, moving toward Mikey and placing his hands on Mikey’s chest. “Relax bro.”
Mikey stood dumbfounded. Tony rubbed his chest while Andrea looked on, rubbing her pussy from the outside of her leggings.
“I told Andrea about what we did in the City, and she is totally fucking hot for it.” Tony said, his lips moving toward Mikey’s. “She wants all three of us to have some fun.”
Andrea nodded and moaned, her hand now down her pants and fingering her pussy.
Mikey didn’t say anything, but his eyes changed, getting heavy with lust.
Tony pulled Mikey’s shirt off, moving his torso to Mikey’s until they were touching. His lips parted and his tongue darted out, entering Mikey’s mouth.
“That’s so FUCKING hot!” Andrea moaned.
Mikey reflexively moved his calloused hands to Tony’s back, feeling the striations of Tony’s lats and delts. Kissing him deeply. Two engorged cocks, still cloaked by underwear, rubbing against each other.
Andrea moved toward the boys and pulled both of their boxer briefs down. Their cocks bounced out, free of the fabric constraints.
“Ohhh fuck.” Andrea moaned, taking each cock in one manicured hand and stroking.
Andrea started sucking Tony’s massive cock first, flicking her tongue around his head, and stroking Mikey’s even bigger cock. Tony and Mikey continued to make out. Andrea then moved to Mikey’s cock, the edge of her mouth stretching to its outermost limits to accommodate the girth of his dick.
Tony broke the kiss and grinned. “How you like this, bro?” He asked Mikey.
Mikey just moaned, “Oh fuccccckkkkk.”
Andrea grabbed both cocks and started rubbing them together, licking the heads as she did this.
“Dude, what’s on your dick, man?” Mikey asked Tony, “It feels . . . good.”
“Haha,” Tony said, “It’s my piercing, and yeah, it’s supposed to feel good.”
Tony gripped his cock and waved it toward Mikey, biting his lower lip as he did so. Mikey looked down and saw the gold barbell piercing on the bottom of Tony’s shaft – it was the same piercing that Tony had in each of his nipples.
“Fuck, did that hurt, bro?” Mikey asked.
“Ha, yeah man, hurt like hell, but it feels realllll good . . . both for me, and for my friends.” Tony said huskily.
Andrea wanted more attention on her. “I want you to fuck me!” She said. “BOTH of you.”
Tony flipped on his back and laid on the bed, his cock sticking straight up from his taut body. Andrea mounted him, cowgirl style and started to ride.
Mikey stood with his cock in his hand, watching.
“Don’t just stand there, FUCK me!” Andrea demanded, grabbing Mikey by his cock. Mikey dropped to his knees, unsure what to do next.
“FUCK ME IN MY PUSSY” Andrea said.
“But, Tony’s already in there,” Mikey protested.
“DUH, fucker, I want both of you in there.”
Mikey moved down between Tony’s spread leg and pushed his cock down with his fingers, moving it toward Andrea’s soaking wet cunt.
He entered Andrea, who was super tight, especially with Tony already in her. His cock directly against Tony’s he started to thrust, each thrust rubbing his cock head against the walls of Andrea’s pussy, Tony’s cock, and Tony’s piercing.
Andrea was super wet at this point and was screaming, “Fuck me, fuck me, fuck me!”
Both Mikey and Tony were thrusting in tandem at this point, and Tony grabbed Mikey’s ass, pulling him in to fuck Andrea harder.
Andrea came, her pussy juice flowing down their cocks and Tony’s inner thighs.
“Oh fuck,” she moaned, dismounting Tony.
“Hey, I’m not done!” Tony whined.
“I want to watch you finish with Mikey,” Andrea said, rubbing her clit.
“Ha, don’t mind if I do. You ready stud?” Tony asked Mikey.
“Ummm.”
“Just roll wit it.” Tony said, placing one hand on Mikey’s shoulder, and the other on his cock. “Follow my lead.”
“Ok.” Mikey moaned, doing the same to Tony.
It didn’t take long, each man stroking the other’s cock. Tony’s balls contracted first.
“Oh fuck, I’m gonna shoooooot!” Tony’s head jerked back, the veins in his neck popped out. Six shots of thick, white cum erupted out of his cock, hitting Mikey’s chest, abs, and the bed.
Mikey shot seconds later. The first shot exiting his cock and hitting Tony on the chin, the rest coating Tony’s abs and obliques.
Andrea, furiously rubbing her clit during all of this, screamed, “I’m coming again, too!” She came so hard that she squirted a little on the bed.
Tony pulled Mikey toward him and gave him a soft kiss on the outside of his lips. “Fuck bro, that was hot,” he said softly.
Mikey looked down at both of their bodies, and Andrea. “Yeah, uh, I guess it was pretty hot!” He laughed softly.
All three of them collapsed on the bed, completely spent, reveling in their post-sex glow for a few moments.
“’Kay, I’m ready to go home,” Andrea said, breaking the silence and getting off the bed. “Who’s taking me?”
Mikey and Tony looked at each other and laughed. Double entendre indeed!
Mikey sighed, thinking to himself, what the hell is going on with me? A week ago I was all about scoring puss, now I’m fucking around with dudes. Jesus. Fuck Mikey, maybe you shouldn’t over think it, if it feels good, it feels good, right? . . . Right?!
Mikey returned home from work, went to the gym and got a good lift in, ate, and showered-up. He was ready for a good house party at Other Tony’s place, and it would be nice to chill with old friends and throw a few drinks back.
He threw on a black vee-neck which showed off his chest, but wasn’t too tight, a plaid, unbuttoned long sleeve shirt over that, dark jeans, and the obligatory thin gold chain necklace and link bracelet. Spraying a few shots of cologne, he was ready to go.
Mikey drove the fifteen minutes or so to Andrea’s house, where Tony said to meet him. Tony and Andrea were waiting on the curb. Mikey pulled up in his truck.
“Paisan, what’s happening, bro!” Tony said, raising his hand above his shoulder and bringing it down to meet Mikey’s mitt in a handshake/high five greeting. Andrea stood next to him, wearing tight grey leggings and a light blue crop top. A thin silver chain hung down between the clefts of her full, round tits. Mikey could see the faint outline of her labia in the leggings and her perky nipples through the crop top, slightly hardened by the cool night air (and likely anticipation). Andrea clearly was NOT wearing panties or a bra.
“You know, Andrea, right?! How could you not!” Tony said, moving his hands in the direction of Andrea’s midsection.
“Uh, yeah, from the gym?” Mikey said.
“Yeah bro! Hip abduction machine MASTER!” Tony said, without irony, “Haha!”
Andrea surveilled both of them, and flipped her hair back from her exposed shoulder with her manicured, French tip nails.
“I like to work my legs, so sue me,” she said nonchalantly. She looked at Mikey with elevator eyes, “Looking smooth, Mikey, big plans tonight?” she asked, with a hint of seductiveness.
“Ha, umm . . .” Mikey mumbled, his cock starting to fill with a little blood.
“Let’s go to Other Tony’s,” Andrea said, “I need to get a drink and I want to dance tonight!”
As she headed to Mikey’s truck, Tony caught Mikey staring at her ass.
“You see something you like, bro” he whispered, while firmly grabbing Mikey’s left glute. Releasing Mikey’s ass, Tony laughed softly. “Let’s go party people!” he whooped.
***
Arriving at Other Tony’s place around 11PM, the threesome could see that the party already was pretty lit. The front lawn was filled with people drinking out of red plastic cups and engaging in drunken, lively conversations. Riffs of “Goddamn” by Tyga filtered out of the house through the windows and front door every time it opened.
Andrea walked in first, wiggling her ass in front of both Mikey and Tony as she entered the house. Tony leaned over to Mikey, “Let’s get crunk, son!” He said, moving in for a fist bump.
The house was a modest colonial filled with revelers, probably around fifty or so people were at the party – filing the living room, kitchen, front and back yard. Mikey, Tony, and Andrea made their way to the back yard, where there was a DJ (well, a fat guy named Gino wearing a Jets jersey streaming music from his laptop onto Bluetooth speakers), a keg, and a rowdy game of Beirut (beer pong) happening on a table next to the swimming pool which took up most of the yard.
Tony and Mikey decided that they would get in on the pong, Andrea watched from the side, talking to some chick that she knew from the nail salon. They made a good team, and won five games straight. Andrea, clearly bored at this point, pulled Tony to the side, whispering something in his ear.
Both Tony and Andrea looked back at Mikey, standing to the side of the table and nursing a drink. Tony said something to Andrea and laughed, Andrea pushed him to the side and approached Mikey.
“Hey.” She said, pushing her tits against Mikey’s chest and running her fingernails down Mikey’s forearm. “I have an idea.”
“Huh?” Mikey said, slightly confused. “I mean, ok, what’s your idea?”
“I wanna go upstairs,” Andrea said, moving her fingernails down toward Mikey’s crotch. “And I wanna go NOW.”
Mikey looked at Tony, who shrugged, pulling a face and laughing silently.
“Um, ok, I guess I’m down for that. I mean, hell yeah!” Mikey said.
Andrea took his hand and led him into the house and up the stairs into an empty bedroom. She opened the door, and turned to Mikey.
“Kiss me.” She demanded, wrapping her arms around Mikey’s neck, using her foot to shut the door.
Mikey didn’t need more convincing. He moved in and started kissing Andrea, deeply, his tongue meeting hers in her mouth. Andrea’s tits pressing against him, he could feel her heartbeat through the thin material of her crop top.
Andrea moaned softly and walked backwards toward the bed, encouraging Mikey to throw her down onto the mattress. Mikey complied, his cock fully engorged in his jeans, pointing the way to the bed.
Andrea parted her legs and wrapped them around the back of Mikey’s, moving her crotch up to his. Mikey ground his crotch into hers, kissing her hard.
The door opened and Tony entered, peeling his tight tee off in one fluid motion. Tony stared at the couple on the bed and stroked his cock through his pants. Andrea met his gaze, Mikey was oblivious, grinding his big body into hers. Tony raised his finger to his lips, miming, “shhhh.”
Andrea pulled Mikey’s pants down, past his massive, round, muscular ass, still staring at Tony while she did this. Tony pulled his pants off, leaving him standing in boxer briefs, and nothing else, his thick member making a huge tent with a small wet spot appearing next to his cockhead.
Mikey still oblivious to anyone else in the room, Tony moved behind him and started massaging his traps and lats.
“WHAT THE FUCK!” Mikey yelled, startled by the unexpected touch, and jumped back from Andrea.
He turned and faced Tony.
“BRO! What tha . . .”
“Dude, it’s ok, man.”
“Whaa??” Mikey said, still very surprised.
“It’s ok,” Tony said, moving toward Mikey and placing his hands on Mikey’s chest. “Relax bro.”
Mikey stood dumbfounded. Tony rubbed his chest while Andrea looked on, rubbing her pussy from the outside of her leggings.
“I told Andrea about what we did in the City, and she is totally fucking hot for it.” Tony said, his lips moving toward Mikey’s. “She wants all three of us to have some fun.”
Andrea nodded and moaned, her hand now down her pants and fingering her pussy.
Mikey didn’t say anything, but his eyes changed, getting heavy with lust.
Tony pulled Mikey’s shirt off, moving his torso to Mikey’s until they were touching. His lips parted and his tongue darted out, entering Mikey’s mouth.
“That’s so FUCKING hot!” Andrea moaned.
Mikey reflexively moved his calloused hands to Tony’s back, feeling the striations of Tony’s lats and delts. Kissing him deeply. Two engorged cocks, still cloaked by underwear, rubbing against each other.
Andrea moved toward the boys and pulled both of their boxer briefs down. Their cocks bounced out, free of the fabric constraints.
“Ohhh fuck.” Andrea moaned, taking each cock in one manicured hand and stroking.
Andrea started sucking Tony’s massive cock first, flicking her tongue around his head, and stroking Mikey’s even bigger cock. Tony and Mikey continued to make out. Andrea then moved to Mikey’s cock, the edge of her mouth stretching to its outermost limits to accommodate the girth of his dick.
Tony broke the kiss and grinned. “How you like this, bro?” He asked Mikey.
Mikey just moaned, “Oh fuccccckkkkk.”
Andrea grabbed both cocks and started rubbing them together, licking the heads as she did this.
“Dude, what’s on your dick, man?” Mikey asked Tony, “It feels . . . good.”
“Haha,” Tony said, “It’s my piercing, and yeah, it’s supposed to feel good.”
Tony gripped his cock and waved it toward Mikey, biting his lower lip as he did so. Mikey looked down and saw the gold barbell piercing on the bottom of Tony’s shaft – it was the same piercing that Tony had in each of his nipples.
“Fuck, did that hurt, bro?” Mikey asked.
“Ha, yeah man, hurt like hell, but it feels realllll good . . . both for me, and for my friends.” Tony said huskily.
Andrea wanted more attention on her. “I want you to fuck me!” She said. “BOTH of you.”
Tony flipped on his back and laid on the bed, his cock sticking straight up from his taut body. Andrea mounted him, cowgirl style and started to ride.
Mikey stood with his cock in his hand, watching.
“Don’t just stand there, FUCK me!” Andrea demanded, grabbing Mikey by his cock. Mikey dropped to his knees, unsure what to do next.
“FUCK ME IN MY PUSSY” Andrea said.
“But, Tony’s already in there,” Mikey protested.
“DUH, fucker, I want both of you in there.”
Mikey moved down between Tony’s spread leg and pushed his cock down with his fingers, moving it toward Andrea’s soaking wet cunt.
He entered Andrea, who was super tight, especially with Tony already in her. His cock directly against Tony’s he started to thrust, each thrust rubbing his cock head against the walls of Andrea’s pussy, Tony’s cock, and Tony’s piercing.
Andrea was super wet at this point and was screaming, “Fuck me, fuck me, fuck me!”
Both Mikey and Tony were thrusting in tandem at this point, and Tony grabbed Mikey’s ass, pulling him in to fuck Andrea harder.
Andrea came, her pussy juice flowing down their cocks and Tony’s inner thighs.
“Oh fuck,” she moaned, dismounting Tony.
“Hey, I’m not done!” Tony whined.
“I want to watch you finish with Mikey,” Andrea said, rubbing her clit.
“Ha, don’t mind if I do. You ready stud?” Tony asked Mikey.
“Ummm.”
“Just roll wit it.” Tony said, placing one hand on Mikey’s shoulder, and the other on his cock. “Follow my lead.”
“Ok.” Mikey moaned, doing the same to Tony.
It didn’t take long, each man stroking the other’s cock. Tony’s balls contracted first.
“Oh fuck, I’m gonna shoooooot!” Tony’s head jerked back, the veins in his neck popped out. Six shots of thick, white cum erupted out of his cock, hitting Mikey’s chest, abs, and the bed.
Mikey shot seconds later. The first shot exiting his cock and hitting Tony on the chin, the rest coating Tony’s abs and obliques.
Andrea, furiously rubbing her clit during all of this, screamed, “I’m coming again, too!” She came so hard that she squirted a little on the bed.
Tony pulled Mikey toward him and gave him a soft kiss on the outside of his lips. “Fuck bro, that was hot,” he said softly.
Mikey looked down at both of their bodies, and Andrea. “Yeah, uh, I guess it was pretty hot!” He laughed softly.
All three of them collapsed on the bed, completely spent, reveling in their post-sex glow for a few moments.
“’Kay, I’m ready to go home,” Andrea said, breaking the silence and getting off the bed. “Who’s taking me?”
Mikey and Tony looked at each other and laughed. Double entendre indeed!
Mikey sighed, thinking to himself, what the hell is going on with me? A week ago I was all about scoring puss, now I’m fucking around with dudes. Jesus. Fuck Mikey, maybe you shouldn’t over think it, if it feels good, it feels good, right? . . . Right?!
This is an amazing story Cannot wait until the next part!
Cannot wait until the next part!Here's the first part of Chapter 6, the rest will be uploaded soon! Hope you all enjoy
Chapter 6
Mikey, Tony, and Andrea left the party house (the other revelers completely unaware of the debauchery which had occurred in the upstairs bedroom) and piled into Mikey’s truck.
Andrea sat shotgun and immediately started texting, glued to her phone and ignoring both Mikey and Tony. Tony sat directly behind Mikey in the passenger seat.
“Yo, Drea, you good?!” Tony said loudly, lightly pushing her on her shoulder.
“Mmmm” Andrea answered, clearly more interested in her phone.
“We did good, though, right?!” Tony prodded Andrea.
“Yeah, whateva Tony, shut up and leave me alone, I’m talking to my girl Marie right now.”
“Pssh, I can take a hint,” Tony said, rolling his eyes, folding his arms in front of his chest, and falling back into the seat. Looking out of the window he said, “Driver! Take me back to my estate!”
Mikey chuckled softly in response to Tony’s cheesy attempt at humor, but his palms were sweating as he gripped the steering wheel, replaying the events of that night in his head. WhatthefuckdidIjustdo?! Mikey sighed audibly.
Andrea looked at him out of the corner of her eye and immediately got back to texting. Tony stared out the window, Mikey looked back in his rearview mirror and saw the trace of a smile on Tony’s lips.
Mikey arrived at Andrea’s place first.
“Um, ok, we’re here,” he said, a bit bashfully.
Andrea stopped texting, leaned over and gave him a kiss on the cheek. She then reached one hand back and lightly tweaked Tony’s earlobe. “Thanks boys, that was fun.” Her phone rang, a facetime call.
Andrea answered and a clearly very drunk, very weepy Marie appeared, “DREAAAAAAAAA!” the mascara-smeared face yelled, “GianIsAstoopiddddfuckfuckerfuckface . . . and I HAAAAAAAAAATE him” she scream/slurred/cried.
Andrea exited the car, trying to console Marie. She rolled her eyes slightly for the benefit of the guys, turned, and walked up the path to her house.
“You wanna sit shotgun, brah?” Mikey asked Tony, looking back at him in the rearview.
“Yeah bro,” Tony said, giving Mikey’s right delt a quick massage. Tony hopped out of the back and into the front passenger seat.
“Lezzgo!” He said, looking at Mikey, “But let’s make a pit stop first.”
Mikey looked at Tony, “Huh?”
“Yeah bro, just trust me, let’s have a drink, reminisce about tonight, and then go home, I have some good stuff with me!” Tony pulled a flask out of his pants pocket and flashed it at Mikey.
“Ha, fine, but just ONE,” Mikey said, “I AM driving.”
“Haha, brah, just one, let’s go to the park where we can chill out and sit in the bed of your truck and look at the stars.”
Mikey looked sideways at Tony, “Brah, you are SUCH a fanook!” He laughed.
“Takes one to know one, bro,” Tony responded, and grabbed Mikey’s, hard, thick quad, “YaknowwhatImean?” Tony’s tone was both joking, and serious at the same time.
Mikey pulled into the deserted parking lot of the park.
“Go back there, brah, where there aren’t so many lights,” Tony directed, motioning toward a spot next to a wooded area.
“Why?” Mikey asked, genuinely a bit confused.
“DUH! So no one sees us drinking this!” Tony waved the flask, though his real motive wasn’t limited to just a sneaky drink.
Mikey backed the truck into a spot where the bed faced the wooded area. “This good . . . boss?” he asked Tony.
“Ha, yeah, this is good,” Tony said, and gripped Mikey’s thigh. He turned his face to Mikey’s and gazed at him, biting his lower lip very slightly. Tony rubbed his hand slowly on Mikey’s thigh, moving closer and closer to his crotch.
“Bro, what are you doing?!” Mikey asked, raising an eyebrow.
“Dunno bro, just brahs bein brahs,” Tony responded and laughed. “I don’t seem to see any objections,” he said, looking toward where Mikey’s dick would be and winking.
“Well, er….” Mikey coughed, looking down, and then back up to meet Tony’s gaze, his brown eyes starting to cloud with lust under his long, thick lashes.
“What’re you thinking, bro?” Tony whispered heavily, moving his free hand to the back of Mikey’s neck and pulling him a little closer; his other hand remained on Mikey’s quad.
Mikey didn’t say anything. He just stared into Tony’s eyes.
Tony pulled him closer, “You want this bro?” he whispered, his lips brushing Mikey’s.
Mikey moaned reflexively.
“Yeah, you want this,” Tony rasped, his tongue darting out and entering Mikey’s mouth.
Mikey didn’t resist, and his tongue met Tony’s in a deep, long, wet, kiss.
Finally, Tony broke the kiss, pulling away. A small chain of saliva still connecting both mouths. Mikey’s eyes were closed.
“Oh broooo, he moaned.”
“Haha, yeah, brah, you liked that,” Tony said, moving to lick Mikey’s neck.
“Ohhhhh BROOOO!” Mikey moaned, one hand gripping the back of Tony’s head, the other moving reflexively to his own swollen crotch, his massive cock straining painfully in his pants.
Tony chuckled and moved his attention to Mikey’s earlobe.
“OH BRO!FUCK DUDE! THAT FEELS FUCKING . . . OH FUCK!” Mikey yelled, wide-eyed and full of lust, grabbing Tony even harder.
Tony laughed and pulled away, “so, I’m guessing you liked that, cugine?” Tony said coquettishly.
“Fuck!” Mikey panted.
“You wanna try something else?” Tony hazarded, taking advantage of the moment.
“Uhh sure, I mean, what do you mean?”
“I mean . . .” Tony moved his hand on top of Mikey’s fully erect cock and gave it a long stroke through his pants. “I mean, doing shit with this.”
Mikey just moaned, not directly responding.
“I’ll take that as a ‘yes,’” Tony said, laughing. “Ok, let’s get into the bed of your truck, it’s too tight in here for two big boys, amirite?!” Tony flexed one arm jokingly, to emphasize the point.
Mikey laughed, “ok.”
The two men quickly exited the front of the truck, both large, thick, pulsing erections obscenely obvious in their jeans.
Tony threw a few towels he found in the back of Mikey’s truck onto the metal bed of the pickup, and lifted himself in. “C’mon in, brotha!” Tony said, motioning to Mikey.
Mikey got into the bed of his pickup and laid down, facing Tony. “Ok, what now.”
Tony laughed and kissed Mikey. “Ok, now . . .” he paused for a minute “we’re gonna be bros helpin bros.”
“Uhhh, umm, how?!” Mikey said.
“Bro, shutthefuckup and just relax,” Tony responded.
{To be continued}
Chapter 6
Mikey, Tony, and Andrea left the party house (the other revelers completely unaware of the debauchery which had occurred in the upstairs bedroom) and piled into Mikey’s truck.
Andrea sat shotgun and immediately started texting, glued to her phone and ignoring both Mikey and Tony. Tony sat directly behind Mikey in the passenger seat.
“Yo, Drea, you good?!” Tony said loudly, lightly pushing her on her shoulder.
“Mmmm” Andrea answered, clearly more interested in her phone.
“We did good, though, right?!” Tony prodded Andrea.
“Yeah, whateva Tony, shut up and leave me alone, I’m talking to my girl Marie right now.”
“Pssh, I can take a hint,” Tony said, rolling his eyes, folding his arms in front of his chest, and falling back into the seat. Looking out of the window he said, “Driver! Take me back to my estate!”
Mikey chuckled softly in response to Tony’s cheesy attempt at humor, but his palms were sweating as he gripped the steering wheel, replaying the events of that night in his head. WhatthefuckdidIjustdo?! Mikey sighed audibly.
Andrea looked at him out of the corner of her eye and immediately got back to texting. Tony stared out the window, Mikey looked back in his rearview mirror and saw the trace of a smile on Tony’s lips.
Mikey arrived at Andrea’s place first.
“Um, ok, we’re here,” he said, a bit bashfully.
Andrea stopped texting, leaned over and gave him a kiss on the cheek. She then reached one hand back and lightly tweaked Tony’s earlobe. “Thanks boys, that was fun.” Her phone rang, a facetime call.
Andrea answered and a clearly very drunk, very weepy Marie appeared, “DREAAAAAAAAA!” the mascara-smeared face yelled, “GianIsAstoopiddddfuckfuckerfuckface . . . and I HAAAAAAAAAATE him” she scream/slurred/cried.
Andrea exited the car, trying to console Marie. She rolled her eyes slightly for the benefit of the guys, turned, and walked up the path to her house.
“You wanna sit shotgun, brah?” Mikey asked Tony, looking back at him in the rearview.
“Yeah bro,” Tony said, giving Mikey’s right delt a quick massage. Tony hopped out of the back and into the front passenger seat.
“Lezzgo!” He said, looking at Mikey, “But let’s make a pit stop first.”
Mikey looked at Tony, “Huh?”
“Yeah bro, just trust me, let’s have a drink, reminisce about tonight, and then go home, I have some good stuff with me!” Tony pulled a flask out of his pants pocket and flashed it at Mikey.
“Ha, fine, but just ONE,” Mikey said, “I AM driving.”
“Haha, brah, just one, let’s go to the park where we can chill out and sit in the bed of your truck and look at the stars.”
Mikey looked sideways at Tony, “Brah, you are SUCH a fanook!” He laughed.
“Takes one to know one, bro,” Tony responded, and grabbed Mikey’s, hard, thick quad, “YaknowwhatImean?” Tony’s tone was both joking, and serious at the same time.
Mikey pulled into the deserted parking lot of the park.
“Go back there, brah, where there aren’t so many lights,” Tony directed, motioning toward a spot next to a wooded area.
“Why?” Mikey asked, genuinely a bit confused.
“DUH! So no one sees us drinking this!” Tony waved the flask, though his real motive wasn’t limited to just a sneaky drink.
Mikey backed the truck into a spot where the bed faced the wooded area. “This good . . . boss?” he asked Tony.
“Ha, yeah, this is good,” Tony said, and gripped Mikey’s thigh. He turned his face to Mikey’s and gazed at him, biting his lower lip very slightly. Tony rubbed his hand slowly on Mikey’s thigh, moving closer and closer to his crotch.
“Bro, what are you doing?!” Mikey asked, raising an eyebrow.
“Dunno bro, just brahs bein brahs,” Tony responded and laughed. “I don’t seem to see any objections,” he said, looking toward where Mikey’s dick would be and winking.
“Well, er….” Mikey coughed, looking down, and then back up to meet Tony’s gaze, his brown eyes starting to cloud with lust under his long, thick lashes.
“What’re you thinking, bro?” Tony whispered heavily, moving his free hand to the back of Mikey’s neck and pulling him a little closer; his other hand remained on Mikey’s quad.
Mikey didn’t say anything. He just stared into Tony’s eyes.
Tony pulled him closer, “You want this bro?” he whispered, his lips brushing Mikey’s.
Mikey moaned reflexively.
“Yeah, you want this,” Tony rasped, his tongue darting out and entering Mikey’s mouth.
Mikey didn’t resist, and his tongue met Tony’s in a deep, long, wet, kiss.
Finally, Tony broke the kiss, pulling away. A small chain of saliva still connecting both mouths. Mikey’s eyes were closed.
“Oh broooo, he moaned.”
“Haha, yeah, brah, you liked that,” Tony said, moving to lick Mikey’s neck.
“Ohhhhh BROOOO!” Mikey moaned, one hand gripping the back of Tony’s head, the other moving reflexively to his own swollen crotch, his massive cock straining painfully in his pants.
Tony chuckled and moved his attention to Mikey’s earlobe.
“OH BRO!FUCK DUDE! THAT FEELS FUCKING . . . OH FUCK!” Mikey yelled, wide-eyed and full of lust, grabbing Tony even harder.
Tony laughed and pulled away, “so, I’m guessing you liked that, cugine?” Tony said coquettishly.
“Fuck!” Mikey panted.
“You wanna try something else?” Tony hazarded, taking advantage of the moment.
“Uhh sure, I mean, what do you mean?”
“I mean . . .” Tony moved his hand on top of Mikey’s fully erect cock and gave it a long stroke through his pants. “I mean, doing shit with this.”
Mikey just moaned, not directly responding.
“I’ll take that as a ‘yes,’” Tony said, laughing. “Ok, let’s get into the bed of your truck, it’s too tight in here for two big boys, amirite?!” Tony flexed one arm jokingly, to emphasize the point.
Mikey laughed, “ok.”
The two men quickly exited the front of the truck, both large, thick, pulsing erections obscenely obvious in their jeans.
Tony threw a few towels he found in the back of Mikey’s truck onto the metal bed of the pickup, and lifted himself in. “C’mon in, brotha!” Tony said, motioning to Mikey.
Mikey got into the bed of his pickup and laid down, facing Tony. “Ok, what now.”
Tony laughed and kissed Mikey. “Ok, now . . .” he paused for a minute “we’re gonna be bros helpin bros.”
“Uhhh, umm, how?!” Mikey said.
“Bro, shutthefuckup and just relax,” Tony responded.
{To be continued}
Hope I can make that happen ;-)Cannot wait till the next part! Definitely started to chub up reading the last part....want to cum with the next
Who gives a shit?
LOL, there are a couple random ass posts on this thread. I’m like, who drew the crazy moths to this flame?
As a fellow writer of erotic fiction, I offer you the highest compliments on your writing! I have to confess that in my mind’s eye, I can’t help seeing Mike as Ronnie from Jersey Shore and ‘The Situation’ as Tony. Please don’t stop! And DM me if you want self-publishing advice. This should be a book.
Love the compliment, man . Thank you. I’ll post an update this week
Hope everyone is safe and well with everything going on globally right now. Here is the next installment!
Chapter 6 Continued
Mikey could feel his heart pounding in his chest, and his face getting warm. He stared at Tony. Fuck, he has really nice eyes . . . and eyelashes . . . I never noticed that before. Mikey reflexively bit his lower lip and sighed.
Tony chuckled softly and moved his body until it was touching Mikey’s, their full chests pressing against each other through their shirts, the smell of their cologne mingling as each man’s body heat rose.
“You ready to have some fun, brah?” Tony rasped as he rubbed Mikey’s thick delt.
“Unnfff” Mikey exhaled, “ohhh, Tony . . .”
“I’ll take that as a, ‘yes,’” Tony said, before licking Mikey’s neck with the tip of his tongue.
“Fuuuuuuuuhhhhhcckkk” Mikey moaned.
Tony laughed, and pressed the palm of his left hand onto Mikey’s pec, slowing moving it down Mikey’s torso and toward his crotch. When he reached Mikey’s belt line, he pushed his hand into Mikey’s pants and felt Mikey’s massive, veiny, throbbing cock. He gave it a quick squeeze.
“Let’s get these pants off, man . . . I want full access to that sausige, annobodywanzabrucedsausige,” Tony hammed, using his best corny Hollywood guido voice.
“TO-KNEE!” Mikey groaned, “C’mon dood, haha.”
“Hey, I know what I like, and I know what I want. Out. Now.” Tony commanded.
Mikey complied, loosening his belt and shimmying his pants down. His massive cock straining his boxer briefs, a small, wet spot of pre-cum had formed at the tip.
“Those too,” Tony said, giving a tug at the waist line of the undies.
Mikey complied. He pulled his underwear down, releasing his rock-hard cock, a thick pendulum of flesh bouncing slightly in time with his pulse.
Tony gripped Mikey’s cock with his left hand and slowly rubbed it from tip to base. He moved his right hand behind Mikey’s head and pulled it toward him until it was only about a foot from his. The two men locked eyes. Not speaking, just breathing, as Tony stroked.
Tony moved in for a kiss. Their tongues darted in and out of each other’s mouths. Their tongues moved in tandem together, deeply. Mikey thrust his cock in and out of Tony’s hand, getting close.
“Brah . . .” Mikey moaned, breaking the kiss, breathing heavily.
Tony stopped stroking, “Haha, not so fast cugine, I have something else planned.”
“Huh?” Tony mumbled, confused but clearly horny as hell and needing to cum.
“You wanna try sucking mine?” Tony whispered.
“Whaaa??” Mikey asked, his eyes widening.
“Dude, it’ll be fun, I promise,” Tony responded.
“I . . . I dunno,” Mikey said.
“Dude, pleeeeaaassee, don’t make me beg!” Tony said, trying to play cool, but desperately horny.
Mikey didn’t say anything, but Tony took that as his cue to make a move.
“Ok bro, lie on your back.”
Mikey complied, his massive cock sticking straight in the air and leaking precum, the only “ok” Tony needed.
Tony pushed himself up, pulled his shirt up, and pushed his pants off. His cock released and hit his ripped torso with a “thwack.” Like Mikey, he was leaking precum. Tony straddled the larger man, his impressive dick pointing toward Mikey’s mouth.
Mikey didn’t move. He looked at Tony’s bobbing cock with a somewhat pained expression.
“Give him a kiss,” Tony whispered. “Just a little one, please bro.”
Mikey hesitated.
“Duuuudddee, you’re killing me, bros helpin bros, remember.”
Mikey gave Tony’s cock a quick peck on the head.
“Broooo, give him a bigger kiss.”
Mikey stuck out his tongue and licked Tony’s cock head. It tasted a little salty, and a little bit like pussy, bringing him back to the earlier part of the night with Andrea. Mikey’s cock swelled in response.
“Oh fuck yeah, dude. Just like that, keep going.”
Mikey licked more, his tongue moving around Tony’s cock head, just the way Mikey liked it when chicks were giving him head. He grabbed Tony’s shaft with his right hand, squeezing it while he licked the head.
“Bro, feels great, how ‘bout you put some more in your mouth, though?”
“Uh . . .”
“Dude, please, just don’t be a pussy, just do it!” Tony commanded.
Mikey released his death-grip on Tony’s shaft and licked the underside of the thick cock, when erect, almost the size of a Red Bull can in circumference.
“Hell yeah bro, put some more in your mouth. And play with my balls while you do it.”
Mikey complied, Tony’s thick cock stretching his lips and causing his eyes to water, he got about three inches of Tony’s eight in. He gripped Tony’s sack with his hand and gently squeezed his balls.
“Brah!” Tony panted.
“Am I not doing it good?” Mikey asked, releasing Tony’s cock from his mouth.
“No, you’re doing a real good job,” Tony replied. “Dude. I don’t want you to think this is finook shit or nothing, but, would you play with my butthole while you do that?” Tony asked?
“WHAT?!” Mikey asked, crab-walking away from Tony’s cock a little bit.
“No, no, man, I don’t want you to do nothing queer, just rub the outside of my butthole and my taint a little bit with your finger. It’ll feel real good.”
Mikey paused, the wheels moving in his head. Man this is real gay shit, but fuck it, it ain’t me having it done to my butt.
“A’ight. Fine.” Mikey was still horny, and, well, it wasn’t him getting butt stuff done.
Mikey took Tony back in his mouth and rubbed his asshole with his middle finger. That’s all it took.
“FUCK BRO! I’m gonna shoot!” Tony yelled, pulling his cock from Mikey’s mouth, the break in suction audible. Tony gave his cock one final pump, the cum spurting out of it and hitting the window of the cab of Mikey’s truck – four long streams of thick, white, cum dripping down the glass. The fifth, and final, spurt would have hit Mikey in the face had he not turned his head at the last minute.
Tony closed his eyes, relishing the intense orgasm his buddy had just given him. He flexed both arms, each bicep forming into a perfect baseball-size peak. “FUUUCKK! YEAAAAHHHH BUDDY!” He howled and laughed. “Your turn brah.”
Before Mikey could respond, Tony hopped down into a push-up position, and took as much of Mikey’s ten-incher in his mouth as he could. Tony was clearly a much more experienced cocksucker than Mikey. He made love (for lack of a better term) to Mikey’s cock. Licking it, kissing it, taking inches and inches into his mouth, ensuring no teeth would scrape Mikey’s piece. Tony pulled Mikey’s balls, massaged his taint, and sneaked one finger (barely) into Mikey’s asshole.
“DUUUUUUUUDDEEEE! I’m gonna cum!” Mikey yelled, and tried to push Tony off his cock.
Tony kept sucking, moving his free hand up and down Mikey’s shaft in tandem with his mouth.
Mikey came, jet after jet of hot, thick cum filling Tony’s mouth. Tony swallowed as much as he could, but Mikey’s load was so massive that about half of it spilled out of Tony’s mouth and down Mikey’s shaft – pooling on both his ball sack and the bed of his truck.
When Mikey finished cumming, Tony pulled off. Tony wiped his chin with the back of his hand, collecting more of Mikey’s load. Tony wiped it on his jeans.
“Fuck cugine, you must have REALLY liked that,” Tony laughed, and punched Mikey lightly with his other hand.
Mikey just sighed, eyes rolling back and his head resting on the rear of the truck cab. “FUHHHHHCK, Tony, what’re we doing, brah!” Mikey’s hand’s fell by his side, palms facing open toward the night sky.
“Ha, man, like I said, just bros helpin bros.” Tony slapped both of Mikey’s thighs. He stood in the bed of the truck and pulled his pants on.
“Now let’s get the fuck out of here before the cops do their round to make sure no faggots are fucking around in the park, haha!” Tony joked.
Mikey laid in the bed of the truck for a minute. His breathing still heavy. He stared at the stars. Fuck what am I getting myself into. He mused. Mikey collected himself and got dressed. He got into the driver’s seat of the pickup and joined Tony, who was already in the passenger seat and fiddling with the radio.
“We good?!” Tony yelled/half implored.
“Ha, yeah, we good,” Mikey responded, his answer seemed more self-assured than he really felt, though.
Mikey drove the truck out of the parking lot, not noticing the patrol car parked meters from where he and Tony had just been. The lights were off, and the officer inside had observed everything.
To be continued.
Chapter 6 Continued
Mikey could feel his heart pounding in his chest, and his face getting warm. He stared at Tony. Fuck, he has really nice eyes . . . and eyelashes . . . I never noticed that before. Mikey reflexively bit his lower lip and sighed.
Tony chuckled softly and moved his body until it was touching Mikey’s, their full chests pressing against each other through their shirts, the smell of their cologne mingling as each man’s body heat rose.
“You ready to have some fun, brah?” Tony rasped as he rubbed Mikey’s thick delt.
“Unnfff” Mikey exhaled, “ohhh, Tony . . .”
“I’ll take that as a, ‘yes,’” Tony said, before licking Mikey’s neck with the tip of his tongue.
“Fuuuuuuuuhhhhhcckkk” Mikey moaned.
Tony laughed, and pressed the palm of his left hand onto Mikey’s pec, slowing moving it down Mikey’s torso and toward his crotch. When he reached Mikey’s belt line, he pushed his hand into Mikey’s pants and felt Mikey’s massive, veiny, throbbing cock. He gave it a quick squeeze.
“Let’s get these pants off, man . . . I want full access to that sausige, annobodywanzabrucedsausige,” Tony hammed, using his best corny Hollywood guido voice.
“TO-KNEE!” Mikey groaned, “C’mon dood, haha.”
“Hey, I know what I like, and I know what I want. Out. Now.” Tony commanded.
Mikey complied, loosening his belt and shimmying his pants down. His massive cock straining his boxer briefs, a small, wet spot of pre-cum had formed at the tip.
“Those too,” Tony said, giving a tug at the waist line of the undies.
Mikey complied. He pulled his underwear down, releasing his rock-hard cock, a thick pendulum of flesh bouncing slightly in time with his pulse.
Tony gripped Mikey’s cock with his left hand and slowly rubbed it from tip to base. He moved his right hand behind Mikey’s head and pulled it toward him until it was only about a foot from his. The two men locked eyes. Not speaking, just breathing, as Tony stroked.
Tony moved in for a kiss. Their tongues darted in and out of each other’s mouths. Their tongues moved in tandem together, deeply. Mikey thrust his cock in and out of Tony’s hand, getting close.
“Brah . . .” Mikey moaned, breaking the kiss, breathing heavily.
Tony stopped stroking, “Haha, not so fast cugine, I have something else planned.”
“Huh?” Tony mumbled, confused but clearly horny as hell and needing to cum.
“You wanna try sucking mine?” Tony whispered.
“Whaaa??” Mikey asked, his eyes widening.
“Dude, it’ll be fun, I promise,” Tony responded.
“I . . . I dunno,” Mikey said.
“Dude, pleeeeaaassee, don’t make me beg!” Tony said, trying to play cool, but desperately horny.
Mikey didn’t say anything, but Tony took that as his cue to make a move.
“Ok bro, lie on your back.”
Mikey complied, his massive cock sticking straight in the air and leaking precum, the only “ok” Tony needed.
Tony pushed himself up, pulled his shirt up, and pushed his pants off. His cock released and hit his ripped torso with a “thwack.” Like Mikey, he was leaking precum. Tony straddled the larger man, his impressive dick pointing toward Mikey’s mouth.
Mikey didn’t move. He looked at Tony’s bobbing cock with a somewhat pained expression.
“Give him a kiss,” Tony whispered. “Just a little one, please bro.”
Mikey hesitated.
“Duuuudddee, you’re killing me, bros helpin bros, remember.”
Mikey gave Tony’s cock a quick peck on the head.
“Broooo, give him a bigger kiss.”
Mikey stuck out his tongue and licked Tony’s cock head. It tasted a little salty, and a little bit like pussy, bringing him back to the earlier part of the night with Andrea. Mikey’s cock swelled in response.
“Oh fuck yeah, dude. Just like that, keep going.”
Mikey licked more, his tongue moving around Tony’s cock head, just the way Mikey liked it when chicks were giving him head. He grabbed Tony’s shaft with his right hand, squeezing it while he licked the head.
“Bro, feels great, how ‘bout you put some more in your mouth, though?”
“Uh . . .”
“Dude, please, just don’t be a pussy, just do it!” Tony commanded.
Mikey released his death-grip on Tony’s shaft and licked the underside of the thick cock, when erect, almost the size of a Red Bull can in circumference.
“Hell yeah bro, put some more in your mouth. And play with my balls while you do it.”
Mikey complied, Tony’s thick cock stretching his lips and causing his eyes to water, he got about three inches of Tony’s eight in. He gripped Tony’s sack with his hand and gently squeezed his balls.
“Brah!” Tony panted.
“Am I not doing it good?” Mikey asked, releasing Tony’s cock from his mouth.
“No, you’re doing a real good job,” Tony replied. “Dude. I don’t want you to think this is finook shit or nothing, but, would you play with my butthole while you do that?” Tony asked?
“WHAT?!” Mikey asked, crab-walking away from Tony’s cock a little bit.
“No, no, man, I don’t want you to do nothing queer, just rub the outside of my butthole and my taint a little bit with your finger. It’ll feel real good.”
Mikey paused, the wheels moving in his head. Man this is real gay shit, but fuck it, it ain’t me having it done to my butt.
“A’ight. Fine.” Mikey was still horny, and, well, it wasn’t him getting butt stuff done.
Mikey took Tony back in his mouth and rubbed his asshole with his middle finger. That’s all it took.
“FUCK BRO! I’m gonna shoot!” Tony yelled, pulling his cock from Mikey’s mouth, the break in suction audible. Tony gave his cock one final pump, the cum spurting out of it and hitting the window of the cab of Mikey’s truck – four long streams of thick, white, cum dripping down the glass. The fifth, and final, spurt would have hit Mikey in the face had he not turned his head at the last minute.
Tony closed his eyes, relishing the intense orgasm his buddy had just given him. He flexed both arms, each bicep forming into a perfect baseball-size peak. “FUUUCKK! YEAAAAHHHH BUDDY!” He howled and laughed. “Your turn brah.”
Before Mikey could respond, Tony hopped down into a push-up position, and took as much of Mikey’s ten-incher in his mouth as he could. Tony was clearly a much more experienced cocksucker than Mikey. He made love (for lack of a better term) to Mikey’s cock. Licking it, kissing it, taking inches and inches into his mouth, ensuring no teeth would scrape Mikey’s piece. Tony pulled Mikey’s balls, massaged his taint, and sneaked one finger (barely) into Mikey’s asshole.
“DUUUUUUUUDDEEEE! I’m gonna cum!” Mikey yelled, and tried to push Tony off his cock.
Tony kept sucking, moving his free hand up and down Mikey’s shaft in tandem with his mouth.
Mikey came, jet after jet of hot, thick cum filling Tony’s mouth. Tony swallowed as much as he could, but Mikey’s load was so massive that about half of it spilled out of Tony’s mouth and down Mikey’s shaft – pooling on both his ball sack and the bed of his truck.
When Mikey finished cumming, Tony pulled off. Tony wiped his chin with the back of his hand, collecting more of Mikey’s load. Tony wiped it on his jeans.
“Fuck cugine, you must have REALLY liked that,” Tony laughed, and punched Mikey lightly with his other hand.
Mikey just sighed, eyes rolling back and his head resting on the rear of the truck cab. “FUHHHHHCK, Tony, what’re we doing, brah!” Mikey’s hand’s fell by his side, palms facing open toward the night sky.
“Ha, man, like I said, just bros helpin bros.” Tony slapped both of Mikey’s thighs. He stood in the bed of the truck and pulled his pants on.
“Now let’s get the fuck out of here before the cops do their round to make sure no faggots are fucking around in the park, haha!” Tony joked.
Mikey laid in the bed of the truck for a minute. His breathing still heavy. He stared at the stars. Fuck what am I getting myself into. He mused. Mikey collected himself and got dressed. He got into the driver’s seat of the pickup and joined Tony, who was already in the passenger seat and fiddling with the radio.
“We good?!” Tony yelled/half implored.
“Ha, yeah, we good,” Mikey responded, his answer seemed more self-assured than he really felt, though.
Mikey drove the truck out of the parking lot, not noticing the patrol car parked meters from where he and Tony had just been. The lights were off, and the officer inside had observed everything.
To be continued.
