The Inside Job (light m/m theme)

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    This is a work of absolutely total fiction. Not a word of truth to it, 100% entirely my imagination.

    My name is Jerry. My partner, Jeff, and I live in the suburbs of a major metropolitan area. I’m a financial planning consultant and he’s a doctor. We own a house, two cars, and lead a very placid domestic life. We’re really not into the quote unquote gay scene, but instead spend a lot of time socializing with friends, going to the theater or movies, camping, hiking and skiing in the winter. We’re really pretty boring and whitebread, but with one exception.

    I’m a cat burglar.

    It started when I was in high school on a dare, and it gradually became somewhat habitual. As I turned 18, I began to understand the risks and consequences of my actions, and yet I still couldn’t stop myself. Except at the very beginning, I’ve never taken anything of any value – for me it’s the thrill of being inside another human being’s personal space in a way unknownst to them. On the rare occasions when I take anything, it is a small memento – a CD or a piece of clothing that the owner would likely overlook its absence. Nobody – not even Jeff – knows about this, it’s something I have 100% kept to myself my whole life.

    At this point, I’m 35 and I only do it a couple of times a year when the compulsion becomes undeniable. I plan meticulously for weeks at a time, for a break-and-entry that rarely lasts more than a few minutes at the most. The thrill is incredible and, for reasons that he of course doesn’t understand, Jeff and I always have absolutely mind-blowing sex the evening after one of my runs.

    I’d been feeling the urge for a few weeks and finally identified my latest target. It was a young man who obviously lived alone in an apartment in a quiet complex on the outskirts of town. His lights went on predictably at 6:30 am every morning. At 6:45 they’d go out, and a minute or two later he would drive away in a full-size Dodge pickup, never returning before 5:00 pm. Perfect for my purposes.

    I re-arranged my client schedule so I had an entire day free, and drove my Audi to a small slip road behind the apartment complex. I walked upstairs nonchalantly, though the entire place appeared deserted. A few moments with my trusty lockpicks, and I was inside his apartment.

    The main feature of the living room was an absolutely enormous plasma TV and theater system facing a small couch. One huge DVD tower held dozens of sports titles and action movies, while the other tower held an enormous variety of straight porn, appearing to lean towards raunchy submission themes. Next to the couch were some porn mags of similar variety, some lube and towels.

    Next, the kitchen. A garbage can containing an empty pizza box and several empty Coronas. In the fridge, more beer, and the condiments one uses to dress up fast food. So far, the residence of a single male with typically unimaginative tastes.

    On to the bedroom. Fairly Spartan, with one king-size bed and some simple IKEA furnishings. A pile of dirty laundry lay on the floor against the wall. At the top of the pile was a pair of boxer briefs. I picked them up, to find them absolutely sodden with cum. He must have jerked off that morning and used the briefs to wipe himself off. So, my souvenir of the visit, then.

    In the closet, some typical shirts, two not-so-typical Armani suits, and my first surprise – two police uniforms. One set of everyday patrol blues, and a dress uniform. If he’s a cop, why only two uniforms? I wondered. I glanced over at the top of his dresser which had several photos of policemen. I looked closer and was riveted in shock.

    I hadn’t seen him up close, all I could tell was he was in his mid-twenties, tall and very well-built. But this was evidently the same man, with heavy, brooding features, standing next to an older man who was obviously his father. It was Aaron Barnes, the mayor of our nearby metropolis. Elected in a landslide three years ago, he saw his popularity and prestige plummet when one of his aides was convicted in a minor corruption scandal, and he was caught DUI with a hooker in his city-issued Escalade.

    But the worst was a scandal involving his son, Jason, who had been the target of several sexual harassment complaints while in the police academy, and then several excessive force lawsuits after he graduated. The last one exploded into a huge lawsuit against the city. He was fired from the police force, and the two officers on duty with him nearly lost their jobs.

    In a flash, I realized I’d broken into the apartment of Jason Barnes, one of the most notorious members of our police force in many years, and a man of unquestionably malevolent and violent tendencies. This was enormously exciting to me and I stood lost in thought. The sound of a key turning in the front door lock snapped me back to reality.
     
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    In my reverie I had forgotten my two cardinal rules – get in & get out fast; and always, ALWAYS have an alternate escape route. Not only had I strayed in Jason’s apartment far longer than I should have, but I was trapped in his bedroom. There was no conceivable way I could talk myself out of the situation, so I literally leapt into the closet and quietly closed the door, burrowing back behind a ski suit, but still able to see most of the room through the slats in the door.

    Jason Barnes walked into his bedroom. He was about 6’3” and perhaps 220# or so, wearing a t-shirt, cargo shorts and flipflops. The pictures from the newspaper didn’t do justice to how incredibly virile and handsome he was. But he positively radiated hostility and anger – I could feel waves of negative energy boiling off of him. He was also obviously quite drunk – the smell of stale beer filled the air. “Sonsabitches, motherfuckers, I’ll show ‘em…” he slurred quietly to himself.

    He stopped and stared quizzically at the floor. The cum-stained boxer briefs laid right in the middle of the room where I had dropped them. He stared at them a moment and then shrugged, and muttered, “Sure tossed that one, off!”, and then hooked them with his toe and tossed them back onto the pile. My sheer terror at my predicament eased only slightly, he was obviously so drunk that he’d forgotten he hadn’t left them on the floor.

    But his libido had been sparked. Staring thoughtfully at the pile of laundry, his back to me, he began slowly rubbing his crotch. He kicked off the flipflops, and then quickly shrugged out of his t-shirt and the cargo shorts. His broad, muscular back was covered with thick, curly brown hair which disappeared into the waistband of his white jockey shorts, only to appear again on his thickly forested, tree-trunk legs. He hooked his thumb into his briefs and pulled them off, tossing them along with the rest of his clothes on the pile in the corner. As he turned back, I nearly gasped in shock. His penis was enormous – already nearly halfway down to his knees.

    He sat heavily on the edge of the bed and slowly and carefully picked his enormous cock up, placed it against one of his hairy thighs, and then began to use both hands to roll it back and forth like a rolling pin. After a minute or so, he switched to the other thigh. Another minute or so of that, and then he picked it up with both hands, stared at it in front of him, and with little apparent difficulty put his huge penis into his mouth and began sucking himself.

    At this point, I thought I was going to have a stroke. Between my fear and the incredibly erotic sight of this enormous hairy god sucking himself, I was almost beside myself with excitement. This was something I’d only seen in porn flicks – certainly not something Jeff or I could ever be able to do. And here I was in this violent, cashiered cop’s bedroom closet, watching him suck himself off.

    He was obviously pleased with the progress he was making, murmuring and groaning quietly as his penis grew even bigger and bigger under his careful attention. His testicles were huge, and he used his free hand to knead and pull them back and forth. This went on for five or ten minutes, perhaps longer.

    And then I heard a key turn in the front door.
     
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    This just cannot get any weirder I thought to myself. Who could it be? A girlfriend? No sign of cohabitation. His dad? Probably not. A friend?

    Not showing any surprise, and doing nothing to cover himself, Jason continued sucking himself. “Hey dude, you here?” said a man’s voice in the living room. And then he walked into the bedroom.

    About the same height and build, but with short black hair, and a pleasant, open face with none of Jason’s hostility. In a flash, I realized it was his partner, Tom something, who had narrowly held onto his job in the scandal. He was in uniform. He stopped short when he saw what Jason was doing. “I…we…were worried when you left Malloy’s. I was afraid you wouldn’t get home okay…” he stammered.

    Jason took his enormous, throbbing phallus out of his mouth, sat up, and fixed Tom with an outrageous leer. “I guess you’d have to say I’m okay by the looks of things, now wouldn’t you?” he growled. Tom gulped and nodded.

    Jason maintained unbroken eye contact with Tom for what seemed like an eternity, but couldn’t have been more than 10 or 20 seconds. I was rapt with attention, completely unable to comprehend what I was witnessing. All thought of my jeopardy and the danger I was in was swept aside as I contemplated the sexually charged moment happening right in front of me.

    Tom whimpered, took two steps towards Jason and then sank to his knees, and buried Jason’s monumental cock down to the hilt in his mouth. At least half of it must have had to go down his throat. Greedily, almost compulsively, Tom began sucking Jason in a way that was obviously familiar to them both. “Yeh dude, suck it. You know that’s what you want.” Jason slurred, pushing his hips back and forth slightly.

    This went on for a few minutes, and Jason showed no sign of getting off and I wondered if he would even be able to with as much as he appeared to have had to drink. But then, suddenly, with no grunts, gasps or warning, he grasped the back of Tom’s head and let out a huge groan. He was obviously expelling another enormous load of semen inside Tom’s mouth. Tom began bucking back and forth trying to get free, but Jason had him in an iron grip and would not let go. Tom began making horrible choking, coughing, gagging, sounds almost like someone being drowned. Jason’s groans became shouts as he pounded Tom’s face. Huge ropes of his cum began sliding out of Tom’s mouth and down his shaft, coating Tom’s face and hair as well.

    Finally Jason let Tom go and dropped back on the bed, his huge red cock, still dripping, falling into the carpet of hair on his belly. Tom’s face was nearly purple and he was crying. “You asshole! You fucking PROMISED you wouldn’t do that again!” he sobbed. “Ya little fag, you know how I am about promises,” Jason said with a deep chuckle. “Here, clean yerself up.” He tossed a rag at Tom. “Look at you, you even got a dab on your uniform. Show some pride in the force, dude!” Tom began frantically, almost furiously wiping the cum off his face, out of his hair, and off his uniform.

    He stood up, and tossed the cum-soaked rag in Jason’s direction. “Now get out of here and go back to your job. Don’t come back again until I call you. And I WILL call you and you WILL come back,” was Jason’s parting shot as Tom – still gasping heavily – stalked out of the apartment.

    “That little punk, when will he ever learn,” Jason said to himself. He stood up and bent over slightly, reached behind him, and pulled his immense, flaccid cock back between his legs and held onto it as he elephant-walked himself into the bathroom. In a moment I heard the shower turn on.

    Sensing the tiniest window of opportunity, I slipped out of the closet, darted across the room, found the boxer briefs in the pile of clothing, and stepped over to the bathroom door. Peering cautiously around, all I could see was Jason’s hairy back through the frosted glass of the shower door.

    I slipped out the front door and edged around the side of the building. As I came down the stairs, a black Dodge pickup, identical to Jason’s came shooting by. Tears pouring down his face, Tom raced down the driveway, and sprayed gravel all over the last two cars in the lot as he skidded onto the highway.

    I walked around the back of the complex to the slip road, and was home in 10 minutes.

    “Good lord, what got into YOU?” said Jeff, as I rolled off him about 8:30 that night.
     
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    Excellent!
     
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    Please, sir, more story, please.
     
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    Wow.

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    More please.
     
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    It was apparent to me pretty early that my cat burglar escapades had more than a bit of a sexual element to them. It took many years to fully understand my compulsion to break into people's homes, and why it was such a turn-on for me. But one pivotal event sealed the deal for me.

    My senior year in high school I'd been doing my b-and-e thing for only a year and was still kinda figuring it out as I went. I was friends at the time with a guy named Dexter, who was sort of a big man on campus wannabe. Beefy but not athletic, always bragging about how hot he was and how many girls he'd pulled, a bit of a bully though not mean about it. Really, just one of those clueless assholes who think big loud talk is what makes you a man. I'm not sure why I hung around him, but we got along okay and I went along with his bragging though - in particular - I was almost completely certain he was a virgin.

    Late one hot summer afternoon I swung by his house to see if he wanted to go shoot hoops or something. His parents were just leaving to go to a movie and said he was out 'on a date.' This surprised me, as he hadn't said a word about it and that was way out of character for him. They didn't seem to know who he was with, and that seemed a little odd, too. They invited me to stay and wait for him.

    I'd never been alone in his room before and it didn't take long for my burglar tendencies to kick into gear - and hardly anytime more than that before I discovered his stashes of porn and pot. I heard the front door click open, and then Dexter's deep voice, followed by that of a girl.

    For reasons I didn't understand, for the first time - but SO not the last - I went into his bedroom closet and quietly pulled the door shut.
     
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    They came into his room. Dexter was of course wearing his standard summer uniform of shorts, sneakers and a DGAF t-shirt. Subtle, just his style. The girl I didn't recognize, she certainly wasn't from our school and she looked very pretty, but a little older than him. And, definitely, a townie, not one of the coeds from the nearby campus. IN-teresting, I thought... who is she, and how did he find her? More important, what's going to happen next.

    It didn't take but a moment when he moved in and grabbed her in a somewhat clumsy embrace and started kissing her. It didn't look like he exactly knew what he was doing and I could see the muscles in her back through her sundress kind of flex in frustration at what looked to my untutored eye like a pretty oafish approach.

    She broke free and looked him in the eye. "I'm gonna let you in on a lil secret she said," and leaned over and whispered into his ear so I had to strain to hear it, "I like to fuck hairy guys with big cocks."

    This got my attention bigtime, because I'd never even seen Dexter with so much as his shirt off, but his big hairy forearms had given me plenty of J/O thought, as had the big lump I spotted occasionally in his slacks.

    She stepped back from him, unbuttoned the strap of her sundress and let it fall to the floor, while kicking aside her sandals. No bra, no panties, completely naked facing my friend, whose face was turning ten shades of purple.

    "Well, whatcha waiting for?" she asked in a teasing tone of voice. Dexter made some completely stupid remark about when in Rome do as the Romans do and shrugged off his t-shirt, shorts, white cotton briefs and sneakers. Hairy, yes. Big cock, oh hell yes. Considering he'd only just turned 18, the amount of hair on his chest and belly was very surprising. And his cock, swollen rigid and throbbing already, was simply enormous. Even in porn I'd never seen anything like it.

    "Wow, looks like I get my wish," she smiled and stepped towards him. She put her hands on his hips and turned him slightly so they were both in perfect profile to me, and she pushed him slightly so he was leaning back against the bedroom wall.

    What happened next was, in retrospect, not particularly surprising. Mr Suave reached up and grabbed her tits and started kissing her again. In no more than 10 seconds, he shuddered and groaned "AHH-AHH-AHH-AHH!" in cadence with four enormous ropes of semen which squirted out of him up into the air between him, landing mostly on her face and hair.

    "Oh God, I'm so sorry," he kept repeating over and over again. I almost felt sorry for him - this was so obviously his first time and now he'd gone and blown it - both figuratively and literally.

    "Well, you're certainly horny enough," Mystery Girl replied. "Wouldja mind getting me a towel?" Moron that he was, he went straight to his nightstand drawer and grabbed one of his cumrags -- so eager to help out that he totally missed the 'god-what-a-dweeb' expression that flitted briefly across her face.

    "You're a virgin, aren't you?" she asked. He nodded, mutely. "Well, you're not going to stop being a virgin if you keep doing THAT."
     
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    They laid down on the bed and began what I suppose could be considered foreplay. It was glaringly apparent to all three of us that she was considerably more experienced than Dexter was. Rigidly erect, all I could do was sit in silence watching events unfold as they ran their hands all over each other's bodies and shifted positions back and forth on the bed.

    This only went on for about 20 minutes or so before he rolled onto his back revealing the return of his club-like erection. "You're so big, let me get on top at the beginning," the girl purred. As much of an empty suit braggart and blowhard as Dexter was, I really did have to be happy for him as I saw the ear-splitting grin on his face as she slowly and easily impaled herself on his enormous, thick penis. In one slow, steady, continuous move she slid all the way down his length until she hit bottom and sat there astride him, looking down at him and smiling. "God I love doing that to a man," she said almost conversationally.

    After a few minutes she began moving up and down, small motions at first to get herself accustomed to his amazing length and thickness, then more and more until she was taking him in and out of her in long strokes that exposed almost all of his cock except for the purple head, then forced him all the way back inside her again. In just a few minutes, he started bucking his hips and she reached behind her into the dense forest of hair between his legs, pulled his heavy balls up in the air and squeezed them. "Easy, lover, take it slow. We've got all evening," she whispered.

    This seemed to calm him down and she went back to riding him slowly for another minute or two. Then she leaned in, buried him all the way up insider her. Hugged him tight, and rolled him over. This had the happy coincidence or them rotating slightly so I was looking straight up his back, the muscles in his shoulders flexing and the incredible thicket of hair at the base of his back that flared out onto his hairy ass, his huge bull balls nestled between his legs.

    "Now. FUCK ME." she ordered. A quick study, I had to give Dexter credit, he began trying to duplicate the almost-all-the-way-out/all-the-way-back-in thrusting she had been doing to him. Things went well for a little while. And then he pulled back just slightly too far, and his huge, red swollen cock fell out of her. Groaning, almost whimpering with frustration, he tried to put it back inside her, but he'd never done that before, and it took several seconds of fumbling before he figured it out and slid back up inside her again. I had to bite my hand to stop myself from laughing. He was obviously going to go pretty far in the sack department, but he sure wasn't there yet. In the meantime, clumsy and clueless just as I'd expected he'd be.

    He picked up the pace a bit, fell out of her once more, got back in again a little faster and then seemed to get the hang of it. Gradually, their movements together grew faster, then almost frenzied, and then they both began groaning and crying out in mutually approaching simultaneous orgasm. It'll probably never get better for him than this I thought to myself. Just as his cries turned into shouts as his orgasm slammed through him he fell out of her again, and it was almost primal the way he slammed his way back so he could finish coming inside her. At this point, it really wasn't clear whether she'd gotten off or not, though she did seem to have enjoyed herself.

    He rolled off of her and launched into a spiel about how much he liked her and how much he wanted to see her again and when could he take her out on another date. I could see the bemused expression on her face, she was clearly waiting for him to run out of steam. "Well, whadya think?" he asked, taking his still dripping flaccid cock and slapping it gently on her leg. God what an idiot I thought to myself.

    Mystery Girl didn't mince words. "You're pretty hot for a high school guy, but you've got an awful lot to learn. I generally only do this with guys like you just once. Find yourself a girl who's as inexperienced as you are, and figure it out together." His face fell, he'd obviously figured he'd waltz into Instant Sex Life and now realized he'd have to go back to his pathetic attempts at working it until he got lucky again.

    Not much to say after that so they got dressed and left and in a moment I could hear his Jeep driving away. I slipped out of the closet, out of the house and was home jerking off furiously probably before he'd even gotten out of the neighborhood.

    Monday morning as I entered the locker room at school, I could hear his booming voice, "Yeah, I fucked her four times, she said I was the best lay she'd ever had. She's coming back on Friday, she said she can't wait for more!"

    I rounded the corner and he exclaimed, "Hey, Jerry Can! Mom said you stopped by the other night. Too bad you didn't stay, Have I got news for you! Wait'll you hear what I did!"

    I'd just read a story about the rock band Cheap Trick and unbidden, I remembered a quote from the singer - when it comes to sex, men always lie and women always tell the truth. Settling back to endure Dexter's exaggerated and over-embellished account of his recent escapade, I wondered to myself, how did a dork like him ever get a hottie like that into the sack in the first place?
     
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    I'm pretty sure in the next thread, Jerry is going to inform Dexter that he was in the closet and there are going to be ramifications from that.

    Any takers?
     
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    Sounds interesting, nice story though :).
     
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    Yes. And I knew a "Dexter" in high school myself. Damn, what a crush I had.....

    Ed
     
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    Fortunately, Dexter let the topic drop pretty quickly. I was glad - it made me feel a little awkward and guilty to hear him bragging (actually, outright lying) about something I had personally witnessed.

    Distraction came in the form of Ryan, another member of our crew, who let it drop in conversation that he liked to jack himself off six times a day. Dexter of course seized on this piece of information and loudly proclaimed it to all who could hear, which meant Ryan was basically getting teased by everyone in the school. Why somebody'd open themselves up to that amount of abuse I don't know, but some guys are just gluttons for punishment I guess.

    One hot Saturday afternoon a few weeks later, a bunch of us were at Dexter's house, swimming in their pool. His parents had gone for the weekend and he really wasn't supposed to have anyone over but we came over anyway. Ryan was there and Dexter made several loud and really oafish comments about him not clogging the pool filter.

    Time went on, everyone else drifted away to go home or to other parties, and it was just Dexter and I in the afternoon sun. "Do you think it's true?" he asked? "What?" "You know, about Ryan." I made a pretense of being lost in thought - I already knew the answer - and eventually said, "Yeah, I'm pretty sure it must be. Why would he say something like that if it weren't true." "Geez. Damn." said Dexter and drifted into silence.

    Eventually we went into the house and up to his room, still in our bathing suits. I'm not sure what came over me, but I asked him, "Say, did you ever see that girl again, the one you said came over here?" He paused, and shook his head ruefully. "Naw, she said she'd come back, but she never did. I haven't heard from her since." Ah, truth, or something approaching it.

    "Well, I suppose that's not that surprising," I said. "After all, you're pretty hot for a high school guy, but you've got an awful lot to learn." It took several seconds for that to sink in, and Dexter blushed beet red. "How could you possibly know about that." he said in a quiet, low tone of voice.

    I gestured towards the closet and said, simply, "I was in there watching you the entire time."
     
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    The wash of emotions crossing Dexter's face - shock, embarassment, fury, pride - would have done an Academy Award nominee proud. But pride eventually won out. Instead of the loud freakout I expected, he simply said, "Well what the hell were you doing in there?"

    I explained it was totally spur of the moment because I didn't want an awkward situation explaining to either him or the girl why I was in his room. "Dude, you gotta admit, you bringing a girl home and banging her in your room wasn't exactly anything any of us might have anticipated. Sure was fun to watch, though!" He grinned, and blushed again.

    "Alright, I gotta figure this out." he smirked, the braggy Dexter we all know and love coming back to the fore. "Show me what it was like." So I went inside the closet and he followed me in and shut the door. Other than the small amount of light filtering through the slats in the door, it was almost pitch black. I was back in the corner where I was that night, and he was next to me, elbowing aside his clothes on the hangers. "This is ridiculous, I can't see shit. I think you're making this up." he huffed.

    "No, switch places with me and you'll see." I replied. He slid behind me and I could feel the hair on his chest and belly tickling my back, and the huge, soft lump in his bathing suit pressed gently against my ass. He looked over my shoulder, and you could hear the realization in his voice. "So...you saw...everything...from here?" "Yup, if you remember what you two did, that's what I saw."

    So here I am, in a dark and incredibly confined space, with my beefy friend pressed up behind me. I've been jacking myself off for weeks thinking about him. So of course, I've popped a huge boner which is tenting my bathing suit. And getting a little panicky trying to decide what to do about this moment which is starting to feel more than a little awkward.

    About ten seconds passed in silence, no sounds but us breathing quietly. Of all the things that might have happened next, the last thing I expected was for him to reach around me with his two hairy paws and start gently pulling and twisting my nipples. I let out an involuntary groan and pressed back against him. Dexter wrapped his left arm around me, pulling me even tighter against him, and ran his right palm down my belly and then into my trunks and grabbed my rigid, swollen cock. I could feel his massive, instant erection growing against me and I ground my hips backward pressing myself against him.

    Still in silence, he turned me around so we were now facing each other in the dark. We hooked our thumbs into the waistbands of each other's trunks and slipped them down, letting them fall to the floor. I grabbed his long, thick penis with my hand. "You're so...goddam...big," I whispered as I pressed the head of his cock against mine. With my fingertips, I rolled his loose foreskin forward and over the head of my cock, docking us together, and he let out a deep, guttural groan of pleasure.

    Standing naked and alone in the darkness we silently began exploring each other bodies with our hands. Five minutes, ten minutes perhaps more passed, and eventually we both began shaking with the approach of orgasm. "Fuck! I can't help it, I'm gonna come!" Dexter moaned. "Me too!" I gasped as we clasped our swollen cocks together, length on top of length. We squeezed them even tighter together and swayed back and forth as orgasm swept over us both. Groaning, almost whimpering in mutual ecstasy we rocked back and forth as our hands suddenly grew hot and slippery with the copious amounts of semen that shot out of us. The sweet, acrid smell of cum filled the air and you could hear the sound of each fresh volley landing on the hardwood floor of the closet.

    Eventually the moment passed and we relaxed. Dexter let out a long, low chuckle. "Bet we made a bit of a mess there, lil buddy," he said. I kicked the door behind me and it swayed open. Our cocks, hands, and his hairy belly were covered in cum, and a sizable pool lay on the floor between us.

    Awkwardly stepping over the puddle, our hands clasped, we backed out of the closet and into the bedroom.

    Ryan was standing there, staring at us.
     
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    Now you're on to something...keep it rolling.
     
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    Ryan was stark naked, his cargo shorts, jockeys, t-shirt and flipflops in a pile next to him. His cock was rigidly erect, I'm guessing, would have been about 7-1/2 inches or so - quite a bit bigger than mine - but nowhere near the lodge pole in between Dexter's legs. But his nuts were absolutely huge, swaying back and forth in a big, dangling loose scrotum between his legs. He'd obviously been standing there jacking himself off listening to us.

    You could have heard a pin drop in the room, as he swayed his hips and his genitals swayed back and forth. Suddenly, his face grew red and he put his hands on his hips as he kept swaying back and forth.

    Ryan let out a low 'U-u-u-n-n-n-h" and a large rope of precum squirted out of his cock. He panted briefly several times and then another deep groan and another long strand of precum fell out of him onto the floor. And then he shuddered and let out an almost animal cry and one enormous long continuous jet of sperm burst out of him and shot up into the air above his head. Amazing - without even touching himself he'd gotten off in a way that would make a pornstar proud. He stood there flushed, and gasping, more sperm dripping out of his cock onto the floor. I glanced over and saw most of his volley had hit the wall of Dexter's bedroom, nearly six feet away, and was rolling down towards the floor.

    "'tha FUCK!" Dexter exploded. "What are you doing to my goddam bedroom you little moron? And what the hell do you think you're doing here spying on us?" Rounding on me he yelled, "What is it with you two?"

    I'll give Ryan credit, as much abuse as he took for his compulsive masturbation he was awfully good natured. He took this tirade in stride just like all the others he endured. "Hey," he said mildly. "After I left here I went over to Rithy's and we played around awhile."

    This sent Dexter over the edge. "Rithy? RITHY? The exchange student? Jesus, he barely even speaks English!" This caught my attention for two reasons. One, for Ryan to get off like that right after horsing around with some other guy, everything he said about his prodigious sex drive must be true. Second, Rithy's monobrow and incredibly hairy forearms had been on my mind ever since he showed up in school mid-year. All of a sudden my mind was alive with possibilities.

    "Well," Ryan said with a faint smirk, "his English doesn't have to be all that good for what I wanna do with him. But, we got done and I figured I'd come back and see if what you guys were up to. And, I guess, up is the operative word, isn't it?"

    Fuming, Dexter stomped over to his nightstand and grabbed some cumrags and hurled them at Ryan. "Here, clean up your mess you little jerkoff artist. I'm going to get a beer." He tugged on his swimsuit and stormed out of the room leaving Ryan and me alone.

    Ryan and I looked at each other and started grinning like fools. "God, he's such a dork but he's so fuckin' hot. How did you ever manage to organize that?" asked Ryan. "I'm still not quite sure," I replied, "but it sure was fun. Rithy, you say?" Ryan's lazy smile spoke volumes. "Yeah, Rithy," he said. "You wanna come over sometime? His sponsors are never home."

    He set about cleaning up the mess he'd made on Dexter's wall, and I set about cleaning up the mess Dexter and I'd made in the closet and after about 10 minutes the room had stopped reeking of cum and looked good as new. We got dressed, took the small pile of sopping cumrags downstairs and threw them in the washing machine downstairs.
     
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