How It Happened

[finsuptx]

Probably because he’d tugged on it so long, Rob’s towel started to fall off his hips, and the three of us were too busy noticing to tell him. He knew it and let it fall so far as he kept tugging, then he tossed it on the coffee table as he smiled to Gina and ducked into the bathroom. Dammit! I was next!

Gina let him whisk past her, and then smiled at Bitsy’s hand fondling my mostly hard cock through my wet trunks. It hurt as much as when Gina did it in the hot tub, but I didn’t stop Bitsy.

The smile and giggles she swapped with Gina assured her it was okay to continue, but I was happy when she stopped, and said, “It IS big!” Gina smiled her best “I told you so!” smile to her. My pride grew.

She struggled to pull my wet swim trunks off, and I let her. I didn’t do anything to make it easy for her, and it aroused me to see how hard she worked for it. With my trunks around my ankles, my hands were at my sides, I looked down. So did Gina and Bitsy. Bitsy gasped and giggled and snorted.

Her hand was tiny and it made my dick look huge when she tried to wrap her hand around it. She’d grabbed it at the base, and she could have easily stacked two more of her bitty hands and still not covered my leaking head.
She stroked up and thumbed my precum around the slit.
I
tilted my head back, but I was quickly brought back when Rob came out of the bathroom. I looked down at Bitsy and she was still busy studying my cock as she softly stroked me. “I gotta piss too!” I said, and I left my wet trunks where they were as I stepped over the coffee table, and past a naked marine to the bathroom, my hard dick pointed the way in front of me.

When I came out, Rob and Gina were on an identical faux polar bear rug, to the one I’d fucked her on earlier. Like I said, just the image of fucking in front of that fireplace was a cherished memory for us, and now the porn star marine was going to try and fuck my girlfriend there. This was hot!

Gina marveled at his big, smooth chest with the large nipples just as Rob marveled at her 36’s with the pencil eraser nipples pointing out. It had taken him no time to have her as naked as he was, smiling and cooing. I looked to Bitsy and she too had dropped her shoestrings. All of them.

I was naked as well, but no longer sporting my boner. Someday, for times like these and for morning boners, they will invent the ceiling pisser, but that was still a dream. I had deflated, but I retained my plump status. It draped heavy and slightly swollen over my low-hanging balls.

Gina smiled, Bitsy smiled, Rob smiled and gawked. I crossed the coffee table and again I was next to Bitsy and her hand wasted no time fondling my balls. I smiled and watched Gina and Rob.

Maybe this was going to work out perfectly? Gina and I had talked about swinging before, but we’d decided it had to be “right”. I guess Gina decided this was “right” and I hadn’t protested. Either way, I watched as they both leaned in to kiss.

I had never had the desire to share Gina with anyone else, man or woman. I liked that she was mine, and no one else could have her. At the same time I loved it when she showed off. She could be a sexy siren anytime she wanted to be, and I was very proud of the attention she got, from men and women.

I was expected the pang of jealousy I first felt at the sight of their tongues entwining and their lips touching. It was a wet kiss, and it had fire behind it. I didn’t think about it long as I felt Bitsy’s head dip suddenly and she had the head of my dick in her mouth and her hand wrapped around it.

Rob and Gina were wrapped up in their full-on make-out session, and he was cupping her breasts as she stroked his dick. There was too much action to keep up with, and when things changed, they changed rapidly. They stopped long enough to give us smiles of encouragement.

Bitsy took that as her cue and quickly she was between my legs holding my throbbing bone up for all to see. It wouldn’t have needed her help anyway, it was rock hard and raging. This was incredibly hot to me, I thought as I switched my gaze from the beautiful bubbly blond bobbing on my bone to my girlfriend going down on the porn star marine.

He was leaned back now and Gina was between his legs as she effortlessly sucked him to the base. She’d never done that with me! I realized while the girls did their thing, Rob and I kept switching our attention back and forth to each other. He would watch Gina blow him, and then he would look to see how Bitsy was doing. I did exactly the same.

“My jaw hurts!” Bitsy half-jokingly complained as she pulled off my dick. It still stood tall, and Rob’s eyes got big and he nodded in approval.

“That’s a pretty big dick dude!” He admitted with the confidence that only comes from being a U.S. Marine.

I blushed and Gina smiled at his steel hard six inch dick in her hand. “Thanks!” Bitsy stood up and turned around to sit on the couch beside me, and her hand still felt good on my leaking cock. I decided I wanted to return the favor, and she eagerly spread her legs as I shoved the coffee table out of the way. I dove in like a lion that hadn’t had a kill in days. I was hungry and she was receptive and she was more than happy to testify.

“Uhm My Gosh!” She exploded as I lapped hungrily. Her thighs squeeze my head, but I didn’t slow my tongue or lips. She tasted sweet with berries and lilacs and vanilla, and a little tart.

When I pulled back to let her breathe, I could see Rob’s eyes transfixed on us as Gina hungrily sucked his dick. His big chest heaved against her ministrations like Bitsy’s hips writhed at mine. His heavy breathing and heavy eyelids made me believe he was already close.

I was right, “I’m gonna cum! Oh shit!” He huffed and puffed and Gina didn’t slow down. Bitsy and I both watched intently when she pulled off of the firing bottle rocket. His dick wasn’t big, but it was slick and it meant business, and you couldn’t have found a harder cock on the whole mountain. Not even mine.

He fired several thick volley’s and I didn’t keep count. He huffed and breathed as she stroked his cock and slicked it with his spunk. He laid back, trying to catch is breath. I looked at Bitsy and hoped he didn’t always cum that fast, but I didn’t ask that question as I dived back down on her muff.

 

[Countryguy63]

Am now a self confessed avid follower of this thread :biggrin1:

 

[SR_Les Intercourse]

hot as fuck

 

[D_Doe_Ray_Mi]

Thanks for the best hard-on I've had in awhile and for the great loads that I blew with Pete & Trey and then again with Pete & Vicki and I stayed hard! Awesome, hot writing man. Thanks! And this was just the second page.

 

[finsuptx]

I couldn’t help but to continue to imagine Rob’s exploding dick in my girlfriend’s face as I went to task on making his girlfriend writhe and make little cries and emit squeaky screams with my tongue. She grabbed a handful of my hair and pushed me deeper into her, and I couldn’t breathe and I didn’t care.
I expected to rock her to orgasm with just my mouth for now, and I was confident Rob was going to rest a minute and then do the same to Gina. That thought was gone when I realized things had quickly changed again and he’d flipped Gina over on her back.
He was already balls deep inside of her before I knew it. She made very little sound when he penetrated her and began rocking his hips. She did moan some, but it was a moan of surprise and not satisfaction. Or was it?
Ok, so he was fucking her? I could do that too, but I was happy to just keep making Bitsy squeal. I could hardly believe he was hard again, already. He’d just popped a minute ago. I’d watched an impressive load erupt. Maybe he wasn’t hard again, but hard still.
Regardless, the spectacle caused me to focus all of my attention on them fucking, and Bitsy noticed, but she seemed to not mind as she stroked my head and I watched her porn star marine boyfriend bone my girl. It was hot!
Bitsy and I continued to watch, and exchange grins and giggles. He was certainly a performer, and we were getting a show. Gina was much more responsive to him now as he jackhammered her. His rhythm was steady and consistent and his breathing was labored, but he did not slow down and he did not stop. Fast and furious was being redefined for me as I watched him.
I wanted to get mine too, so I kissed my way between Bitsy’s legs, up from her bush, up the belly, and between the mounds until our lips finally met as the fat head of my dick kissed her other lips.
We kissed as she said, “its so hot!” It was surprise in her voice.
We kissed and I answered, “and hard”. The head paved past her lips and she groaned in apprehension of more.
“And bii-ii-iiggg…” she tried to say as I began sliding it inside. I was aware that the porn star and Gina had both slowed their action, and were fixated on us when I kept trying to stuff my cock in her snatch. I say stuff because that’s what it felt like.
My fat cock was being stuffed into an incredibly tight space and it just didn’t want to fit. It wasn’t an instance of one of those times when I’m only half hard or something, and it takes a little more effort to get it in, but once it’s in, it’s all good and we’re off to the races. I was rock hard and ready.
This was more like a vice grip or trying to fuck the crack between two filing cabinets. It was tight and it was resistant. Her eyes didn’t get wide when I looked at her face. Instead they were slammed shut and the cute, round, bubbly face was scrunched in pain. So much pain, she was biting her bottom lip, and exhaling through her nose. More sank in. I was happy to be making progress because all eyes were on me.
Rob was slowly rocking his hips into Gina as they both stretched to stare. I was having difficulties, but they knew the reason why, and it only made me more confident and more determined. With deliberate effort the next sound we all heard was Bitsy squeak again as I now had about a third of it in her. I paused because I knew she was uncomfortable. She needed the break.
As she was adjusting, I was mindful not to flex. It might have been too much for her, like it had been too much for Vicki. I was straddled above her and she was sprawled back on the couch with half a cock and full man sticking out of her.
I gave it long enough and then I withdrew and pushed more into her. It took a long time of repeating this, and a lot of cries of pain or pleasure, but I was slowly sinking in and withdrawing most of my dripping dick into her with long, steady strokes. I wasn’t rough, I was determined.
She emitted a tiny cry each time I would start back in that turned into a throaty whine and whimper. She was like a volume slider. The more of me that filled her up, the louder she got. Our pace was slow enough that she had enough time to draw a fresh breath each time I pulled almost all the way out.
Still Gina and Rob rolled their hips together but still their attention was mostly focused on us. It was clear to us all, Bitsy had never had a big dick before. Now, I’m not big like Dave and I’m not gigantic like Trey, but I still felt I belonged in the big category. I was much bigger than her porn star marine boyfriend.
I took dastardly satisfaction at the assumption I was the biggest she’d probably ever had. Her tiny, tight pussy impaled on my cock was not giving up its resistance easily, but my pressure to its walls would eventually cause it to cave. I’ve been here before.
The Marine watched as I marched my cock in his woman. He watched while dicking my girl, and we were all four aware of watching each other. It was quiet, mostly, except for the faulty volume on Bitsy as I continued my march.
I heard sweaty skin smacking with Rob and Gina, and I was treated to Rob holding Gina’s legs in the air as he rammed his rod into her. Gina was yipping out cries and grunts, and profanities she rarely used. I watched as his hips moved fast.
He was a fucking-machine! I guess because of his size he never thought to be gentle about it, but Gina certainly wasn’t complaining. In fact she was lost in self-indulgence, and she was beautiful.
Like I had been a lion earlier with Bitsy’s beaver, the Marine fucked like a lion. I no longer doubted the porn star status. He fucked like a lion porn star. In that moment I knew the size of his cock really had very little bearing on their approaching orgasm.
Gina lost it first, we all watched. Her eyes shot a fearful look to me at first, while the marine continued his assault. Lost somewhere between shock and awe, she looked like she couldn’t believe she was coming. Maybe she couldn’t believe she was coming in front of me, like this.
I was more determined (as I watched my girl raptured) to get my whole dick in the volume slider’s cunt. “Ohhhhhhhhh” Bitsy groaned, but I was more interested in watching the various faces fall over Gina. It ranged from surprise, to disbelief, to pleasure and any number of combinations, but never to pain.
Still I fucked Bitsy, and still she let us all know exactly how much of my fat prick was penetrating her and how deep it went. Put the dick in and the sound goes up, pull the dick out and the sound goes down. Put the dick in…
“Fuck I’m gonna cum!” The porn star exclaimed. He pounded Gina like she was some beach he was storming. His ripped body glistened with sweat, and I pumped his girl as he pumped mine, and I watched his muscles flex and twist and strain. The mighty lion furiously fucked my girl and I wasn’t sure she wouldn’t get whiplash. She took it like a champ until he pulled out of her and put his cock in a deathgrip as he shot another massive load, as big and impressive as his first. He shuddered and shook as he shot above her, and her hands were busy rubbing any part of him she could reach. He showered her tummy and tits with a creamy load. She didn’t mind.

 

[finsuptx]

I pushed and flexed and made Bitsy sing loudly, and they noticed, but I could tell they were pretty wrapped up in their own powerful orgasms. They were locked in an embrace as tight as their eyes were locked when they kissed.

Bitsy had adjusted as well as she was going to my size, and she let us know by her encouragements. Rob and Gina were cuddled together now watching as I stuffed Bitsy with my boner. I was only peripherally aware of them, because Bitsy had opened up new territory for me, and it felt amazing.

I couldn’t imagine a tighter vag and I knew I couldn’t handle one. It was hot and by now it was just wet enough for her to really start to enjoy this. Her eyes did roll back in her head and I maintained my slow and steady rhythm. She wasn’t crying out anymore, she was just full.

As tight as she was, and as hot as all this was in my mind, I was not close to cumming. I was ready to ride like this for awhile. So I set up camp, but continued my march, and she writhed beneath me and I flexed inside of her, like I had discovered with Vicki. Her eyes shot open and her mouth gaped and I thought she was going to say something, but she didn’t. Maybe she couldn’t? Feel the dick ditz!

She felt it, I knew, when her cave threatened to collapse around my dick. The tight, tiny pussy got tighter and it tried to fuck with my rhythm, so I had to focus on being more determined. So focused, that I didn’t first notice Gina prowling her way around to us. I suddenly became very aware of my thick dick in a tiny blond when I felt my girl’s hands rub my back as she knelt down beside Bitsy.

Our eyes met and she smiled and bit her lip in lusty encouragement. Our brief stare came to a halt when I felt Rob’s hands on my ass as he dropped down beside me, kneeling on the floor.

His hand was cold on my ass at first, and I bucked and Bitsy’s shocked face blurted out a yelp as I obviously went too far. No one had ever been this far before with her, and she was enraptured. I was just a little uncomfortable with Rob’s hand palming my ass.

It wasn’t as cold now, but it was calloused. These were the hands of a warrior that lightly and soothingly rubbed my bucking ass, physically egging me on to fuck his girl.
I did. He knew she was getting fucked deep as he kneaded my ass cheeks. When Gina joined in, it was starting to feel good.

I was encouraged by their hands and Bitsy was the one to benefit. She began with little cries and ended with screams of “fuck me, yeah, fuck me!” I did. I felt the searing tongue touch my pucker at nearly the same instant I had all of my fat seven and half stuffed inside her.

I looked around to Gina’s side as Bitsy arched her back and yelped, and I was immediately struck with the fear that if she was still in her spot smiling a purely evil grin at me; that meant it was Rob’s searing tongue on my pucker! My dick reflexed, buried to the hilt in Bitsy. “Holy fuck!”, little Bitsy roared with the utter feeling of a fullness she’d never known.

Her bitty box clamped my cock and I struggled between the sensations of being all the way in her and the hot, wet mouth eating my ass. When I would pull out of his girlfriend, the porn star marine’s tongue was eager and capable of piercing my virgin bunghole.

Omigod it did!, I heard my inner little girl voice scream. I also heard Bitsy scream as well when my throbbing cock flexed inside her once more. My pleading looks to Gina were met with a sultry stare of “just go with it”, so I did.

I rocked slowly out of Bitsy, and Gina settled back a bit to pleasure herself and simply watch. I hadn’t been close before, but I could feel how much my head was leaking inside Bitsy’s tight, wet spot. She was getting wetter and it was feeling better for both of us. I moved more freely inside her and I was about to choke on the sensations I was feeling with the warrior’s tongue in my ass.

It wasn’t just his tongue in my ass, or his calloused hands spreading my cheeks, or even the way he ate my ass like I ate his girl’s pussy, that put the fear of God into me. He was in fact, eating my ass just like I eat pussy right before I fuck it! My blood froze but my body did not. I continued with my rhythmic march and feeling myself edge closer.

I stared into Bitsy’s wincing eyes as he continued to eat and I continued to thrust. I said it breathlessly, but everyone heard it. “I don’t want to get fucked.” Gina smiled and leaned down and brought her luscious lips to pretty little Bitsy’s right in front of me.

Their tongues danced out in front of their meeting nosejobs, and it was a perfect recital of Bitsy’s display at dinner with the cherry. And the cherry stem. I didn’t change my pace as I wanted nothing to interrupt them. Closer to the edge.

I was so lost in Gina and Bitsy that I didn’t feel Rob’s movements behind me, but I was aware immediately when I felt his dick pressed between my humping and vulnerable crack. Gina and Bitsy broke their tongue action so Gina could come play tonsil hockey with me. She tasted sweet.

Our kiss was rough and hungry, and I was not about to forget that I had a dick in my crack, no matter how hard she tried.

“No.” I whispered my plea as we kissed, hoping she heard how loud I was screaming it in my head. It really hadn’t occurred to me, until now, the porn star marine wanted to fuck me. She continued to kiss me to shut me up. It worked.

It worked like his cock was working. I found it hard to believe his dick was that hard and that hot and that slick and wet after he’d just gotten off twice! Yet here I was, and despite my protestations, this was all incredibly hot and I shivered as I realized his dick was railing my ass much like mine had railed Trey’s just last night! I shuddered when I realized it actually felt good.

The feelings of his hard, slick pole gliding over my exposed hole made my whole body tingle as I shivered from the new sensations against the now familiar squeeze of Bitsy’s box around my cock. Gina returned her attention back to Bitsy and swiftly sucked a nipple on an ample tit. Gina sucked, Bitsy bucked, Rob railed, and I flexed my big dick in her tight trap and she clawed my back and I knew it was going to leave marks.

 

[finsuptx]

Rob’s diamond hard dick pierced my pucker at a very inconvenient time for me. I wasn’t prepared at all, and I really didn’t want it. I had been rocking Bitsy to orgasm as the marine railed his cock against my crack, and soon enough I felt his big, calloused hand grip my shoulder near the neck.

His dick must have been threatening to rip its skin off, he was so hard. He was slick too, I could feel, and as I rocked Bitsy, the baby-boner railed me. I couldn’t deny to myself that it felt good and I guess I let some of my frustration out when a deep, guttural grunt escaped my mouth.

I’d felt the hot, wet head at my entrance, and I must’ve known what was coming next, but Bitsy was squeezing my straining cock in her hot little box that I honestly, just didn’t care. This was intense! I knew she would milk my cock to a creamy finish very soon.

His perfect porn star dickhead was being rubbed on my bare-naked, vulnerable and winking pucker. Deliberately and determinedly. He liked to tease, and I was content to let him. I’d almost forgotten about Bitsy impaled on my cock or Gina savagely licking her boobs.

I glanced over my shoulder to Rob, and he knew it was a pleading look. I was pleading with him to not do it, or at least go slow. What he got out of it was, ‘yeah dude, fuck me!’ I guess pleading looks sometimes mean different things to different people. I felt better when he smiled a big, happy smile. The dickhead still danced, and slid and slapped on my winking hole. I could feel it wink and reflex.

Bitsy was about to go over the edge after Gina stood up and straddled herself over my back. I couldn’t see but I knew she was grinding her body against Rob’s massive chest and his hand let go of his raging bone to pull her even closer.

This all had the added effect of pushing my chest into Bitsy’s as she writhed and wiggled beneath me. It also put some distance between my asshole and his dick, and I was relieved. As I continued my march on Bitsy and she gasped for breath, I heard Rob’s mouth attack Gina’s pussy and I felt her knees buckle over me. She struggled to keep standing over my bucking hips slamming Bitsy.

When I did feel the slick head pierce my sphincter ring, it didn’t hurt, because just the very tip was pushing through, but I could feel the pressure of the rest of it. It no longer felt like a small dick, though. It had shocked me so much, that I reflexively rammed Bitsy.

That was the starting point of her screaming and crying, and gritting her teeth and thrashing as I fought to keep dickin’ her. She writhed and gyrated her hips, and as tiny as she was, she still managed to buck me around, and the porn star marine’s dickhead lodged itself in my hole.
It hadn’t taken as much force as I had imagined, and my ass wasn’t on fire, either. Rob froze with just the perfect head inside my ring. Bitsy’s box squeezed my heaving cock and his head popped out quickly.

When I was busy trying to fuck the shit out of Bitsy and make her cum, I felt the head pop in again along with about an inch more. Things were changing fast again, I sweated. I no longer cared as Bitsy’s tight twat clamped my cock. Her cave seemed to rumble as it repeatedly collapsed around my throbbing cock.

I struggled to keep fucking her and each time I did, more of the porn star marine’s cock slid into me. I finally felt the fire when I realized he was actually fucking me while I fucked his girl.

It hurt and I screamed, “Owwww!” as he softly glided to the hilt. I regretted thinking he had a small dick, and I no longer believed it. The porn star slid into my ass, nice and slowly, and it didn’t feel all that bad, really. It was an incredible sensation where my dick was engulfed in a fire-hot snatch while I was taking the best crap of my life! (if I ever find a more accurate description, I’ll let you know, until then, sorry!).

Bitsy writhed and screamed. She bucked her hips up into me and I was crashing almost all of my dick into her with each gyration. So close. The pretty penis slid pretty effortlessly, I’ve got confess, in and out of me as I slid in and out of Bitsy.

Gina couldn’t take anymore of his tongue action, and she dropped back down beside us and was happy to fish her hand between us to Bitsy’s clit. Gina worked it furiously and I felt her knuckles on my bush as my bone bashed into Bitsy. Still the porn star cock kept its steady assault, marking time with my rhythm with Bitsy.

That rhythm was steadily increasing when Bitsy exploded up off the couch, under the skillful attention Gina had been giving her clit and my deep dicking. What sent her over the edge was when the marine looked down and asked, “does it feel good?”

“Yesss!” She hissed back to him.

“Do you like that dick?” He asked her. I slammed my eyes shut and pursed my lips. He was really fucking me now. I didn’t have time to think about the fact that I was getting fucked for the first time, and I was losing my cherry to a musclebound marine. I was just lost in all the different feelings, and smells, and sounds. It was simply intoxicating.

“Yesss!” We both hissed back in unison to him. I made a note to kill myself later, over that comment.

Bitsy was a firecracker when she popped. Rob was fucking me hard enough that he was basically fucking us both, and Gina’s hand felt cramped over Bitsy’s clit, against my thrusting bush.

I did my best to keep fucking Bitsy as she came, but she put that shit on lockdown or something, and I was quickly forced out. My dick jabbed to find its way back in, but I was still under the marine’s assault, and he wasn’t giving up ground. My dick did stuff back inside Bitsy once the marine had pounded me back in from my backside.

He was still fucking me, fucking her, and I was about bust. I know I groaned like a bitch, and I can’t take it back, but when he said for the third time in ten minutes, “I’m gonna fucking cum!” I lost it.

I flooded Bitsy and she immediately recognized it, and Gina knew as well. All I could do was tense as my hose unloaded, and think ‘please don’t cum in me’. Seconds later the perfect porn cock popped out of my ass with a noisy plop. Again it was grinding against my exposed hole, only this time it was erupting another big, steamy load of marine jizz over my ass, crack and back.

His rough hands gripped my hips and it hurt as his spewing cock glided along my hole. I felt the first few shots sizzle on the small of my back, and I could just envision the rest flowing and dribbling out of the perfect head. He heaved and gyrated and grunted.

Every one of us were breathing heavy, and Bitsy was still emitting little sobs between hisses of “Yess!” and I was starting to gain control of my motor functions again when he pushed back inside me. His cum-slicked cock had plenty of lube and this time the marine and I groaned in unison.

What the fuck just happened?

 

[RedScrotum]

mmm...still a fantastic story...

 

[D_Doe_Ray_Mi]

Oh, man. You have talent. I've been hard since beginning to read this last night and have cum explosively four times. Don't stop, I love it. You're making me even fantasize about taking a cock up my ass. I should have cammed with someone who was also reading this. Too hot! Keep it up. Pun intended.

 

[miamirt]

A-m-a-z-i-n-g !!!

 

[Countryguy63]

5 STARS!! :biggrin1:

 

[oregongtaper]

Excellent tale, and tail too from the sound of it!

 

[finsuptx]

Seriously! What just happened? And how am I going to get out of this sticky situation? While I was coming down off one of my all-time-top orgasms, the marine slowly withdrew and I was thankful but with a feeling of sudden emptiness.

Gina and Bitsy made out softly and sweetly, and I found my towel. As I stood up the marine had found his towel as well, and he flashed me a bright, sly smile while he wiped himself. I flashed a toothy grin back that I hoped didn’t convey my uneasiness.

We were men, and we were competitive, and the marine had bested me. There wasn’t another way to look at it, and as my ass really started to burn, I was starting to fill with rage and contempt for not only for the marine who’d just thieved my virginity, but for the lovely, big-breasted accomplices still spread on the couch.

I admit freely to having a temper, and even though I’m ashamed to, I’ll also admit that it can sometimes get the better of me. Like when a surfer is too cocky on the beach, or a drunk gets stupid in a bar, or a douche fucks with me three times while skiing. Four!

I wasn’t even hearing the light and catty banter going on between them all while I tried to keep myself in check. It was not easy, my body was alive with endorphins, and oxytocin (and a few others I didn’t know how to pronounce even inside my own head), released during and after sex. This hadn’t been just sex, this had been mind-blowing sex, and even as my anger festered, I knew I would never call it anything but great.

My muscles, like Rob’s were pumped to the max, and the thick sheen of sweat glistened over us all from the warm glow of the fire. It was hot, and I knew my face was flushed, and so was the marine’s, and so was Bitsy’s and so was Gina’s.

I was still trying to calm down my growing anger when the girls both disappeared into the bathroom to finish cleaning up. My dick hadn’t gone down much, I guess in defiance to the massive load I’d just shot, but I chanced to notice the marine was soft and shriveled.

As he tumbled his hulking frame onto the sofa, he sighed. “Sorry about the slopes today, bro!” If I hadn’t caught the glimpse of his baby blue eyes and the honesty they held, my rage would have bubbled over. He had just conquered me, and here he was apologizing for past transgressions.

I barely smiled, and he seemed to notice that as well. “Its cool if you need to fuck me to save some face with your girl.” He didn’t mean it in any other sense besides genuine offer. By now he could see the range of emotions on my red face, and I thought about attacking him, but I quickly decided I would probably get two good punches, then the lion would roar and the hulking marine would kick my ass all the way down the mountain.

So it surprised me when I laughed. He smiled too, and inside of a few seconds, I’d gone from pissed-off to laughing, and I couldn’t stop and it was infectious and the marine caught it too. I flopped down on the sofa next to him, and said, “Geez man, are you multi-orgasmic or something?”

The porn star marine laughed deeper and said, “yeah, I guess that’s what you’d call it.”

The girls were taking their time, and I was very curious to hear this story, and he took a minute before he realized I was waiting for him to continue. “I can get off numerous times in a night. I can cum, and cum again in ten seconds, or I can hold off and come again in another thirty minutes.” He said it like he’d told this story before, lots of times.

“So you’re just a cum fountain?” I blurted out while I screamed at stupid part of my brain to shut up.

His laugh was again deep, and sincere, and as infectious as mine had been. “It’s funny, you would think the first load would be the biggest, and the times after would be smaller, maybe going down, or something. I usually shoot a pretty consistent load each and every time."

“I noticed!” We laughed again. The tension had eased some, but I was not yet in the mood to let go of my anger. Apparently the marine was cool with things, and I expected him to be. He was the one with experience in these matters.

“You really do have a big dick, bro.” The baby blue eyes darted down, but the marine wasn’t shy about his stare. He was charming the pants off of me, and I was already naked. My ass really hurt.

I smiled big, and I wanted to be as congenial as he tried to be. Despite my anger, I decided I didn’t want to fuck the marine’s ass. When the girls emerged, I was thankful that it was Gina making our apologies, “gosh it’s so late! I think we’re going to go get some sleep, right babe?” She smiled to me before gathering up our garb.

When it was just the four of us standing at the door, bracing for the cold, we were all wrapped in towels and all smiles. The marine and I exchanged a surfer shake, but I don’t think our eyes met again, really. Gina and Bitsy hugged, and then it was time to switch. Bitsy was warm and bubbly and she kissed me on the chin as we parted. I didn’t see the lion paw Gina, and my still bubbling anger at the whole scene, was thankful.

Just before I released her, I asked only to Bitsy, “what was it that you first noticed about me?”

“Eyebrows and lips.” She smiled, and I smiled back and kissed her smack on the lips, and I was able to slip out of there with a little dignity as she swooned and Gina and Rob gazed.

 

[finsuptx]

We quickly scampered back to our cabin through the cold, mountain air. We didn’t take time to talk, just shiver and jog. I slammed the door behind us, and it was warm and familiar and cozy and Gina immediately headed for the shower. She knew she was fanatical about showers, especially after sex, but she complained of feeling dirty anyway.

“Why don’t you call Brian and Trey and check on the dogs, babe?” She said, disappearing into the steamy shower.

I didn’t have to, there was a text from Trey, it read: “Dogs are good, how are you?”

Me: “we r gud, trying to relax. Tks for the dogs!”
Trey: “np. no… how are you?” I stared at the phone and his question, and I was quickly forgetting about the bubbly blond and the brute marine, as my thoughts turned to life at home.

I knew Trey was asking me about our “night” together, and I didn’t have an answer. I didn’t know how to ask him about Dave, or if he had heard anything from Dave, because I hadn’t heard from Dave since he left my condo.

I did get a text from Vicki, but I hadn’t read it, because I responded to Trey first. Now I regretted it, and I didn’t have an answer for him, and I didn’t have an answer for Dave, and I still had questions for Vicki, and I didn’t have an answer to why I had let Rob fuck me, in front of my girl no less.

I took too long to respond, and he said, “don’t hate me or anything”.

Why would I hate him? What did he do? Oh, about us having sex? I was so lost, what was going on? Only more questions.

Me: “Dood, I dnt h8 you stfu” I was losing control of my anger, but I wasn’t angry about Trey, really. It happened. I was having a much harder time with the developments at Big Bear. To try and clear my mind, I decided to read Vicki’s text while I waited for Trey to reply.

Vicki: “Did you need a weekend getaway from the gays? lol”

I tossed my phone down in disgust. I just didn’t want to think about any of this for awhile, and as my head hit the pillow when I flopped down onto the bed, I fell asleep, deeply and soundly; flashes of floppy flesh, tight muscles straining, vivid eyes, and wicked smiles.

It was a clash in my brain of all the goings on recently: Dave sucking Trey’s gigantic cock, Vicki cumming, Trey blowing me in my office, the marine’s smile, Bitsy’s titties and tight, tiny box, and Gina’s lips. I couldn’t shut it off, and the marine would have called it a “counter-productive exercise” to try, so I let it go on. It wasn’t the last thought that went through my mind before sleep took over, but I thought to myself, “so that’s how it happened with the Marine?”

 

[hyphap]

Maybe people were just too worn out, but I need to say that you keep topping yourself, and it's fantastic. I actually care about the characters--a real rarity in these kinds of stories--and I'm certainly engaged by the sex. More soon, please!

 

[finsuptx]

It was a quiet and longer than normal drive home that afternoon. After not nearly enough sleep, we met Rob and Bitsy for brunch, and then we all four took to the slopes before we had to go. Not a mention was made about the night before, but we exchanged knowing glances to one another. It wasn’t uncomfortable really, I just could have picked about five other things I would have rather done, instead.


I was absolutely tired, and Gina was quiet, and I was thankful. I thought of several things I wanted to ask her, as last night’s events played over in my mind. I wanted to talk about it, but I was still a little angry too. She wasn’t cold or standoffish, she just seemed removed, and I decided to let it go because I had a feeling she was just as wiped out as I was.


I honestly hadn’t had the chance to reply to Vicki’s texts, or to check in on Dave until we had the X5 unloaded and I was walking the dogs, and playing fetch. When I finally did text Vicki back, she was less than enthused.


Vicki: “now I’m worth ur time?”


Me: “you just don’t know how crazy things were, sorry.”


Vicki: “make it up to me?”


Me: “sure!”


Vicki: “when?”


Me: “um… we can plan it…” I had no clue when we could get together again, but I knew I desperately needed to.


Vicki: “plan it!”


I decided to take the plunge and call Dave. It was loud and he was in a sports bar somewhere that the team they were rooting for wasn’t doing so hot. He didn’t sound like he was in the mood to talk. “Hey bro, let me call you back later, I’ve got serious money on this one.”
Then I realized he’d hung up. So much for that.


What could he say after all? He didn’t know it, but I watched his lusty looks of unlawful carnal hunger just before he devoured Trey’s monstrous cock. Come to think of it, he drooled, didn’t he? Big stud Dave was a hungry cocksucker! What was he going to say to me?


So what if he heard me fuck the shit out of Trey? That’s all it was, it was a handy, random, piece of ass that came begging for it. I was drunk, and stoned, and horny because Dave was a shitty wingman, and I’d missed out on Vicki.


I hadn’t planned any of it with Trey. I went along with it, and I’ll even admit to enjoying it, but I wasn’t the cock-whipped bitch Dave had been with the guy! I also knew that it wouldn’t happen again. I admit, from day one when I saw him bent over, I’d thought of fucking Trey’s ass. It was a great ass. It was worth fucking at least once, and I’d done that.


As my own ass still ached, I realized THAT was another thing that wasn’t going to happen again. Gina had talked me into a lot of interesting sexual things over the past two years, but I was going to draw the line when we finally talked about it. Not that I wasn’t going to file the memory away for another time, but I wasn’t getting fucked again anytime soon.


When I returned with the dogs, dinner was ready for all of us, and we were all going to sit down to a nice Sunday dinner. Trey was an amazing cook, and I decided he was more welcome in my home than Brian was. Brian only took up space, Trey filled my table with a feast.


I hadn’t ignored Trey when we got home, and I wasn’t avoiding eye contact so much as focusing on my plate while Brian and Gina talked about the drama at her sister’s. Trey didn’t interrupt them, and I ate silently. It was amazing food!


I was aware though, each and every time Trey’s emerald eyes glanced up at me. Brian and Gina sat across from each other, having their somewhat heated discussion, while Trey and I ate silently, both paying most of our attention to our plates. Yes, I was aware of each of the forty-one times he glanced at me. I was uncomfortable.


“That’s not this week, Brian!” Gina shouted, seemingly out of nowhere. This is how I get myself in trouble… not listening when I should.


“They moved it up, they’re freaking out about the deadline!” Brian defended. He was defending his announcement that his trip was moved up and he would be leaving tomorrow, after lunch. He would be gone for two weeks, I knew from previous conversations.


Forty-two. Trey’s eyes darted from me to Brian like he was hearing this for the first time as well. He looked terrified. I was busy chewing and trying to figure out why all this was a big deal for everyone, then I stumbled on Trey hanging around. Was Trey actually going to stay here while Brian was away for two weeks? Apparently so.


The rest of the evening, while Gina and Brian bickered like siblings, I spent in my office. I guess I had been avoiding Trey since I’d gotten home, even though we’d chit chatted at dinner and such. His eyes kept searching out mine for answers to unasked questions. I didn’t want him to ask questions. I did not want to dole out answers. The only problem was, I too, had questions. I decided I wasn’t ready for any of it.

 

[finsuptx]

After much commotion over something trivial like toiletry kit items, Trey stormed out of the house like a good, but pissed, errand boy for his boyfriend. Brian startled me when he came into my office. I had been going through my schedule for this week, trying to find time to fuck Vicki.

“Pete?” He timidly asked, until I looked up and he came closer. “I wanted to say thank you for letting us stay here.”

“No problem man!” I tried to ease his mind, and hoped I didn’t look as guilty as I felt.

“You’re really a good guy Pete, and I can see how much you love my sister. You two are really great together.” I smiled again as I thought of his sister in the tub in our master bedroom, getting ready for bed soon.

“Could you do me a real solid while I’m gone?” Brian’s eyes were pleading eyes. They were blue, and they were very good at pleading.

“Sure man, anything, you know that!” I assured him.

“Go kinda easy on Trey while I’m away.” His eyes said he was sure I understood, but I didn’t, at first. Did he know about us? Did Trey tell him? Did Brian tell Gina and that’s why she’d been in a shitty mood all night?

“Go easy on him? What?” My heart pounded.

“You know, just don’t pick on him as much. He’s a good kid, and he’s had a rough start. You don’t know what that’s like, but I do. Just lay off some of the cracks, will ya?” He wasn’t angry, and this was the first I was hearing about this.

“I don’t pick on him!” I instantly defended.

“No, but you say things sometimes, and I know you don’t mean anything by it. I know you, and like I said, you’re a good guy. I’m just asking for a favor, man. If you could just try being a little nicer to him, that’s all.” Brian’s eyes were still pleading, but there was something else going on behind them, I could tell.

“I’m sorry man, I’ve always tried to be respectful of your lifestyle. If I’ve made jokes that aren’t funny, for God’s sake, tell me!” He cracked a smile and I did too.
“Sincerely, Brian, I don’t want to make the kid uncomfortable or anything. Maybe I should just do what I can to stay out of his way while you’re gone.” There, that should solve it.

“No, I’m not saying that. I’m just saying that Trey has had a pretty rough life up until now, and he’s been doing really well since we’ve been together. He’s laid off the hard drugs, and sticking with just pot, which is as much as I can hope for at this point.”

I leaned back in my chair and listened to him feed me details of Trey’s troubled and misspent youth. When he was done talking, and just before Trey walked back in the door, I had a much better understanding of where the kid came from, and how he survived, and I knew I would have nightmares about the twisted people Trey called Mom and Dad.

I assured Brian that I would do my personal best to make Trey feel comfortable while he was away. I had never stopped to think if something I said offended them. I didn’t make homophobic remarks constantly, like Dave; and I didn’t feel that I had been giving the guy a hard time. When I went to bed, Gina was in bed on her back, and as I stripped, she too, informed me that I needed to be nice to Trey, if I knew what was good for me.

I drifted off to sleep thankful for work in the morning, at least there I could only get fired. I did have vivid dreams. There were toothless, strung out, drug addicts abusing their children, in particular the one that was a boy, but preferred to play with dolls. I also dreamed of being chased in a snowy forest by a big bear, and he was going to eat me once he caught up with me. I dreamed of violence and sobs and tears, and screams. Mostly, I think I dreamt of Trey.

 

[finsuptx]

Sitting at my desk the next morning, fretting over Dave, he bounded into my office, all smiles and giggles and off-color jokes; like nothing ever happened. He was just Dave, and I surmised he was just going to pretend nothing ever happened. I was perfectly happy with his choice, and by the time I went home for lunch, things felt back to normal with Dave.

Things just felt like they had been spinning out of control lately, and I was constantly trying to shut my mind off or at least concentrate on other things. After our encounter with the Marine, I knew I needed to get back into the gym more regularly, but this Monday, I was tired, my muscles ached, and I was in no hurry to head back to the particular gym near my office, just on the off chance dangle dick was there.

When I let the dogs out at lunch, there was no sign of Trey. I wondered if he had taken Brian to the airport, then went through my normal routine, sans jacking off. Honestly, my dick needed a break. I was napping when the text came, but I answered it quickly.

Vicki: “have a good ‘lunch’?”

Me: “Just napping”

Vicki: “good, get ur rest”

Me: “I need it lol”

Vicki: “You WILL”

Me: “Wednesday Night, meet me at Long Beach Airport.”

Vicki: “do I need a passport?”

Me: “nope!”

Vicki: “lol ok, hint?”

Me: “nope!”

That evening at dinner, Gina and Trey chit-chatted while I ate and listened, sort of. I still had too much rolling around in my head, but I had concocted a plan to nail Vicki again, and I was busy working out the details.

“Babe, I scheduled some flight time Wednesday night.” I announced during a lull in their conversation.

The immediate look of disgust on her face was not lost on Trey, who sheepishly kept to himself. She had stopped eating when I said it, and I expected it. She cared not one bit about my flying, and she was never hesitant to show her disdain.

“Really Pete?” She said it like she couldn’t believe it.

“I’ve got to get my logbook caught up before the splash in, and that’s coming up faster than you think.” It didn’t matter that there were very practical purposes for taking the bird up, Gina was anti-anything flying.

“Don’t you have enough hobbies and sports?” Gina jibed while exchanging engaging, and purely evil looks with Trey. Their slight laughter pissed me off.

“I’m not asking you to go, so don’t worry sweet cheeks. I was just letting you know that I’ll be home late!” I’d finished my plate and used that excuse to clear dishes into the kitchen.

“Boys and their toys!” Gina rolled her eyes to Trey, and he looked confused. “That’s your most expensive hobby Pete!”

“So fucking what Gina?” This had turned into full-on fight in no time. Trey felt the bulk of the tension as my voice roared and it startled them both. “You don’t like flying, and I’ve known that since day one. It’s fine. Just quit giving me shit about it!”

“You’re going to go blow how much on flying around, and then how much on your splash weekend?” She demanded to know.

“So fucking what? You’ve got a roof over your head, you didn’t go hungry tonight, you enjoyed a nice ski trip and spa treatment! Why do you care how much it costs? Jesus!” My temper was in full flux and I was certain they were both staring at the veins popping out on my neck.

“I think you enjoyed the ski trip too fucker!” She said it because she knew it would hurt me, or hoped it would. It did. She spun on her heels and slammed the bedroom door behind her. Good, I didn’t feel like getting laid tonight anyway.

“I paid for it! Fuck off! ” was the best I could manage.
Trey stood like a statue through it all, afraid to move I guess. Now those emerald eyes were turning to me with questions of ‘what the fuck just happened?’. It was clear he didn’t really understand what this fight was about, or how quickly it became a storm, but he knew it was a big storm.

 

[Kiamo]

Awesome update, good to see some plot development. Not that I mind the sex.

 

[finsuptx]

I tossed up my hands, shrugged my shoulders and looked wide-eyed to Trey for answers. “Sorry man, I don’t know why she has such a problem with this.” I really did feel bad for Trey, regardless of everything else, its always uncomfortable when you’re caught in a lover’s spat.

“Got me! Wow, I’ve never seen Gina get that mad.” He looked like he was shocked.

“She hates that I go flying, and its not like I ask her to go or anything! She wants to scream about money and shit and we’re not having any financial problems. I don’t know what’s up her ass!”

“I could go flying with you!” Trey offered, and when I looked up to meet his hopeful gaze, he sort of retreated.
Instantly, I felt like a world-class-ass. He had that kid brother look that I’d never known. And mostly because at least somebody appreciated flying, I was tempted to take him along. Then I remembered the chief reason I set up the flying trip was to fuck Vicki.

“Aw, sorry man, it’s just that I’ve got a lot of stuff I need to do before this big trip comes up. I’ve got to buckle down, because its my annual certifications. Besides, it won’t be much fun. Next time?” I hoped the open offer would soften the blow.

“Sure man, I understand. Next time.” Now with the sad kid brother look, I didn’t want to know.

I could hardly stand the defeated look on his face, so I decided to pull out my futon. This wouldn’t be the first night I’d slept on it since we’ve lived together, and it likely wouldn’t be the last. To my surprise Trey didn’t follow me into my office. I guess I’d expected him to ask me questions or something.

I popped my head out of the door as I went to close it for the night. Our bedroom door was closed, and if I guessed, barricaded. Trey’s door was closed. I decided to leave my door cracked open, and sacked out quickly.

I awoke the next morning to the disappointment that no one had visited me during the night. I couldn’t even think of any dreams I’d had. But I did feel refreshed, and that’s what brought me to the gym at lunch, instead of going home. I’d texted Trey and begged him to take care of the dogs, and he told me they were already handled.

I rifled through my duffel in the locker room, confounded at where my jock had disappeared to. I’d just had it the Friday before, now where the hell was it? I decided since I was going to work on my upper body, I could forgo the jockstrap just this once. It was a different feeling altogether for me, and a bad idea, I instantly concluded.

Honestly, until just now with my dick swinging freely beneath my shorts, I hadn’t thought of dangle dick. Omigod! My inner little girl voice shrieked, am I a dangle dick dude? I set about my routine, and tried desperately not to think of anything sexual. It’s kind of like that song… something, something, “you were the first thing that I thought of when I thought I’d drink you off my mind.” Tell yourself not to think sexual thoughts and you immediately think sexual thoughts.

I struggled in my mind like I struggled with the weights. I wasn’t particularly horny, even. But so self-aware was I, during my struggle, that I was also aware of others’ eyes ogling my package. That did very little to help my struggle, but the final nail came when I realized where my jock most likely was: with Trey.

I heaved out another rep while that thought tumbled in my brain housing group. The little fucker snagged my jock like he’d snagged a pair of my soccer shorts! Shorts just like the ones that were rubbing me now. Pump the iron. What the fuck was he doing with my jock? When I answered that question for myself, I jumped off the weights. I was sweating profusely, and I was worked out so that blood was flowing through every vein in my body. I was pumped, in every conceivable way.

I darted my eyes around, afraid to land on any one thing too long, as I strained to see who might be looking at my semi swinging freely in my shorts. There were plenty of eyes darting equally as fast, to avoid getting caught. My horror nearly froze me in mid-step when I realized, I was dangle dick dude today.

I headed for the steam room, because I needed to come down. I very seldom went in there, and when I did, I was always uncomfortable if there were other guys. Lucky me today, unoccupied, as I slipped in and made it steam big.

I eased back on the teak bench fully aware of my inflating dick straining under my towel. The tiles felt cool on my back, and my sweat poured. It was not lost on me that a sauna’s core benefit is opening up circulation. Now my cock was pulsing.

I wasn’t hard when I’d first stepped in, but as I sat and draped my towel over my lap, I let my dick hang straight down over my balls. Now with the increased circulation, it was thick and straining straight out between my legs.

I didn’t care if I had a hardon in the sauna, no one else was there, I simply tried to relax and concentrate on nothing for a few minutes. I didn’t get a few minutes before some dickhead whooshed open the door and created a draft as he slipped in. Before he sat down, another guy ducked in behind him.

And I was afraid to move. I was wide-legged as I sat with the straining cock facing two thirty-something guys. I did my dead-level best to play it cool, and I kept my back against the wall and my head tilted back. Face slack. Eyes mostly closed.

I willed my cock to go down for several, long seconds, to no avail. I was certain theirs had been some of the eyes ogling me earlier, and I was certain they were ogling now. More blood rushed into my dick, and I was stuck like Chuck. If I slammed my legs shut, I would look like a douche. If I let my dick get much harder, the towel wasn’t going to hold it. Was it just me or was it hot in here?

It was obvious to me they were exchanging glances, and eye-motioning about me, when I gathered my towel around my hard dick and stood up and exited. I did my best to rearrange my towel, and the best I could manage was to let it stand straight up against my abs, and wrap the towel around the head and my waist. This strapped it close to me, and allowed me to make it to the lockers.

There was no way I could go back to work without a shower, and I was oh so thankful when I started to feel my dick deflate under the cool shower. I was also thankful that it was empty for my entire 45 second rinse off.