CityBoyz

by Henri Couesnon

  He moved in sync now with his fucker, grinding his ass cheeks back and forth against the other man’s groin, loving every inch of the penetration, every pang that shot through his body. That big cock took him and used him, and he rejoiced in its mastery over him.

  Marc Olivier was reaching around and under him now, jerking him off, with a touch which was at once tender and urgent. Remi closed his eyes and concentrated on getting fucked. He moved his lips and tongue in an attempt to utter further obscene encouragements; but he was so excited and short of breath that they refused to obey him, and all that emerged from his mouth was a series of grunts and gasps from deep in his throat.

  Guiche moved in closer to the two men, watching how Marc Olivier’s cockshaft was reaming out Remi’s bunghole. He had sprung a hard-on from the sight, and he casually massaged his ramrod with one hand while he observed the penetration. Marc Olivier was hunched over his friend’s body, humping him brutally, his hips and buttocks pounding away nonstop.

  “Isn’t he a good fuck?” Guiche asked. “Is my boyfriend’s asshole turning you on, buddy?”

  “He’s so hot,” Marc Olivier moaned. “God, I’ve had my share of nice, tight assholes—but your lover’s ass is incredible!”

  “Fuck him harder,” Guiche suggested. “I think he’s really getting off on it, Marc Olivier.”

  That was somewhat of an understatement. Remi wasn’t simply getting off on it. He was wildly turned on, absolutely frantic to be fucked, and to be fucked hard!

  Guiche didn’t say anything more, but played with himself while he watched, letting Marc Olivier focus his attention on the fuck. For long minutes, which gave the impression of being hours, the hockey player’s thick, hard cock stabbed itself again and again into the hot anal flesh that lay hidden away between the milky-white buttocks which Remi was so obligingly spreading for him. Those ass cheeks squirmed and flexed each time the jock’s swollen manhood disappeared completely between them.

  Remi came first. His cock spurted within Marc Olivier’s firm grip, spraying its potent young fuck cream across the bed in an irregular pattern of spatters. The rest of his warm, wet load dripped over his masturbator’s knuckles as it lost its initial momentum.

  Remi’s asshole contracted violently when he came, triggering Marc Olivier’s own orgasm. Marc Olivier lost his semen in a rush, filling the reservoir tip of the rubber pressed against Remi’s prostate. Then the athlete, his broad chest heaving, leaned back, moving his hands to Remi’s hips to steady himself, and he tried to maintain his balance as his head reeled in post-orgasmic confusion. Instinctively, like a machine, he went on humping and plowing.

  Guiche nonchalantly reached out with one hand and ran it over Marc Olivier’s chest, patting his solid pectoral muscles. With his other hand, he wiped some of Remi’s cum off the boy’s cock, transferred it to his lips, and tasted it. Then he used the same hand, now lubricated with Remi’s semen, to masturbate again.

  Remi shuddered. He barely had enough strength to raise his head. But he had survived the experience. His head gradually cleared, and his pulsating prick and burning asshole slowly calmed down after the ordeal they had been subjected to.

  Slowly, Marc Olivier eased his prick out of Remi’s cringing ass.

  Christ, Remi thought in a daze, what a pair of studs—my sexy boyfriend Guiche and this tough jock motherfucker! What great sex! He wasn’t about to let these two male animals get away from him—not yet!

  “I’m still horny, men,” he blurted out. He rolled over onto his back on the bed, between Marc Olivier and Guiche, and then he eagerly began to masturbate. “Come on, this is supposed to be a threesome, guys. You didn’t come yet, did you, Guiche?”

  “No,” the other escort admitted.

  “Good! Let me take care of your cock for you. I can’t imagine anything hotter than being stuck in the middle between you two studs, in a hot three-way fuck.”

  “Bossy little fuck, isn’t he?” Marc Olivier joked. “Not that I’m complaining.”

  “You’ve gotten him good and hot. He wants more. And you haven’t had me yet,” Guiche reminded the john. “I’m up for just about anything,” he promised, taking his hand away from his prick.

  “And I’m getting hard again just thinking about it,” Marc Olivier declared. His desire was clearly written in his dark eyes as they darted restlessly, admiringly, from one hustler to the other. Only now did Marc Olivier peel off the rubber, and discard it. Then Marc Olivier began to masturbate himself back into full erection, his stroking of himself soon making his cock ready for action once again.

  Remi and Guiche both moved in closer to watch the big man jerk off, to reach out and caress his muscular body.

  “We need more coke,” Marc Olivier decreed.

  They did more lines.

  Before long, Remi got down on his knees on the bed and began to suck Marc Olivier’s cock. He made impassioned oral love to the prick that had just been in his ass.

  Guiche, who was very aroused after seeing Marc Olivier screw Remi, pinched and twisted both of Marc Olivier’s nipples, to increase his excitement while Remi blew him.

  “Flex for me, buddy,” Guiche urged, as a grunting, shuddering Marc Olivier reacted to the stimulation both of the young men were giving him. “Let me see those fucking stud muscles of yours pop out, while my boyfriend swings on your big fat cock!”

  Slurping away, Remi wondered whether any of Marc Olivier’s teammates were also secretly gay, and if this was the sort of sex play they indulged in when they weren’t practicing or playing. Maybe they got together in furtive encounters in their hotel rooms, when the team was on the road. Or did Marc Olivier confine his gay adventures to male prostitutes?

  But Remi stopped speculating about the athlete’s sex life, returning his full attention to the reality of what was going on right there in the hotel room, in the here and now.

  It looked extremely hot, the way Marc Olivier was now displaying his muscles for Guiche’s benefit. Guiche ran his hands over Marc Olivier’s flexed biceps, and then he dipped his head down and began to lick the sweaty flesh that was stretched so tautly over the solid bulges of the athlete’s arm and chest muscles. His tongue swabbed the jock’s stiff nipples, before attacking them with fingertips, pinching them.

  “I’m going to come again if you don’t cut that shit out, Guiche,” Marc Olivier warned.

  “So what?” Guiche said, with a laugh. “Let him suck you off, if you want him to.” He pinched his customer’s big nipples again, even more roughly, digging his fingertips into the two rigid cones which protruded from Marc Olivier’s massive pecs. Marc Olivier moaned in mingled pain and ecstasy, and his prick throbbed hotly in Remi’s mouth. “I can tell you’re a real stud, buddy. You’re a goddamn sex machine. I bet you can come two or three times in a row, if you’re horny enough, and still get it up again. And with Remi and me both working on you, you’ll be good and horny, big man. I promise you that. Give Remi your jism, stud. Spray that fucking jism right down his throat!”

  Inspired by his fellow hustler’s words, Remi redoubled his oral efforts.

  “Oh, Christ!” Marc Olivier grunted, as Remi’s warm, wet, and phenomenally agile tongue lapped at the head of his penis, tickling its piss slit. “You’re doing it to me, you hot little cocksucker! You’re going to make me come! No, wait! I don’t want to come again, not yet. I want to save it.”

  With an effort, Marc Olivier pushed Remi away from his cock.

  “Are you saving your cum for my ass?” Guiche asked, lewdly.

  “Yeah,” Marc Olivier gasped. “I want to fuck you, too!”

  They paused only long enough to indulge in another round of coke snorting. Then Marc Olivier raided the box of condoms, putting a fresh rubber on his cock. A moment later, he had penetrated Guiche completely. Taking the athlete’s cock without difficulty or complaint, Guiche urged Marc Olivier, with words and gestures, to fuck him as roughly as he chose to.

  “I like that dick in my ass,” Guiche gloated
. “Come on, big guy, really let me have it, show me what you’ve got. Oh, yeah, fuck me good and hard and rough! Really punish my hole. Damn, that’s good!” Turning his head, Guiche looked, glassy-eyed, at Remi. “Suck me while he fucks me, Remi,” Guiche suggested. “God, I just can’t seem to get enough tonight, for some reason!”

  “Me, either.” Remi twisted his body around on top of both of the other men’s in order to seize Guiche’s cock with his hand—and with his mouth. Every time Marc Olivier pushed his cock deep into Guiche’s butt, the impact forced Guiche’s cock even deeper into Remi’s mouth and throat. It was a chain reaction of lust which threatened to send all three guys skyrocketing off into orgasm yet again!

  Perspiration rolled down their naked, slippery, squirming bodies. Guiche pushed his open ass back against his Marc Olivier’s groin to make certain that every inch of the john’s dick stayed planted in his rectum.

  “That’s right, fucker,” he said. “Set my asshole on fire with your big, thick stud prick. Make it burn. Make it burn, the way a good hard muscle pump does during a workout! Oh, hell—this is the wildest action I’ve had in a long, long time, guys!”

  Marc Olivier seemed inspired by the escort’s words. His cockshaft swelled even thicker inside the clutch of Guiche’s manhole, and he used the other man’s body with callous glee.

  Guiche yelped in discomfort as Marc Olivier took him so roughly. “You bastard! You’re getting off on this, aren’t you?”

  Marc Olivier didn’t deign to reply. And it was obvious that Guiche wasn’t really complaining, despite the fact that Marc Olivier seemed to enjoy inflicting a certain amount of pain on his handsome young stud for hire. Remi, for his part, found himself using his teeth lightly on Guiche’s dickflesh as he sucked it, to stimulate his buddy further and drive him steadily toward a climax.

  “Remi, you dirty little cocksucker,” Guiche moaned, as Marc Olivier went on riding his rear end and Remi continued his merciless oral assault on his sturdy cock. “Marc Olivier, you ass fucker!”

  But, if Guiche’s two partners had given him momentary pain, it was transformed almost by imperceptible degrees into pure, unadulterated pleasure. Guiche felt Marc Olivier’s balls slap heavily against the cheeks of his ass as the big man fucked him even harder, burrowing that prime sausage of his deep into Guiche’s cringing anal sheath. All the while, Remi was bathing Guiche’s dick in a frothy mouthful of warm saliva, sucking its head deep down into his throat.

  “Don’t stop, you horny bastards,” Guiche pleaded. “Don’t stop now. You’re doing it to me. I’m going to come. You motherfuckers! I’m going to come, right now—!”

  At that supreme moment, Marc Olivier rather sadistically yanked his dick out of Guiche and arched his back tautly, his muscles straining. He ripped the rubber from his penis—and then it released a shower of semen, which rained down upon both Guiche’s and Remi’s bodies, peppering their flesh with slimy specks of jism.

  “Take that, you whores!” Marc Olivier bellowed. “Take my hot cum! All over you—a cum shot, just like they do in porn videos!”

  Remi, still sucking on his buddy’s cock, came too, like a firehouse turned on full blast. His load splattered indiscriminately down onto the bed.

  Then Guiche doubled over, feeding Remi his sperm in a steady stream, which Remi swallowed gratefully as it poured down his throat.

  The three men embraced and kissed, joining their lips together in all of the possible combinations. They giggled like silly schoolboys, their lightheadedness the inevitable result of the coke they’d inhaled and the grueling demands they’d just made upon their own and each other’s bodies. They were in a state of enervation, in which none of the three men could possibly have come again, or indeed been able to sustain an erection for more than a few seconds at a time.

  Wisely, they didn’t even try. They slumped down on the hotel’s sweat- and semen-soaked bed in a heap of tangled limbs, and rested at last—three contented men.

  Chapter Ten: When Escorts Unite

  “See how easy that was?” Guiche asked, smugly.

  He was referring to their threesome with Marc Olivier Tremblay. Guiche and Remi were in the living room of Guiche’s apartment, relaxing, and discussing their recent experience.

  “I wouldn’t exactly describe it as ‘easy,’ you know,” Remi objected. “We worked damn hard for that money.” He was six hundred dollars richer. In addition to the five hundred dollars fee, paid ahead of time, Marc Olivier had handed each of them a hundred dollar bill, before they’d left his hotel room. Remi was still a bit bedazzled by this sudden wealth.

  “And we gave good value, in return for it. You did just fine, by the way. You’re a natural,” Guiche told him.

  “Oh? Am I? What are you saying? Are you telling me I’m a born whore?”

  “Yes,” Guiche said, bluntly. “What’s the matter? It’s not an insult. Not from my point of view, that is. Having second thoughts?”

  “No. Not really.”

  “They won’t always be that glamorous,” the more experienced escort warned his new partner. “Tremblay’s the kind of john who spoils you. With our luck, the next time we’ll draw a creep, and we’ll have to fake it.”

  “So—to be a good whore, sometimes you have to be a good actor?” Remi guessed.

  “Precisely,” Guiche said. “It comes with practice. You learn how to read the john, and get an idea of what he wants—how he wants you to behave—even when he’s shy about telling you, in so many words.” Guiche smiled at Remi. “Right now, for example. Can you guess what’s going through my head?”

  “I’ll take a stab at it. Could you possibly be horny?”

  “Very. I want us to fuck,” Guiche declared.

  “Sex—is that all you ever think about?” Remi asked.

  “Sure. What else is there?”

  Remi couldn’t come up with an answer, at least not right away. He gave in, as he always did to Guiche. He accompanied Guiche to his bedroom, where they got undressed, and got onto the waiting bed.

  As they embraced, Remi’s tongue sought Guiche’s lips, and then slid into his mouth. Once again, the sweetness of the other guy’s mouth, his wanton sexuality, got Remi going. Within seconds, he was hotly aroused—and unable to deny Guiche anything. He was the other hustler’s bitch, at his complete sexual disposal. And—Remi liked it!

  They kissed for several impassioned minutes, until both young men were short of breath. Guiche felt the potent steel of Remi’s cock jabbing up against him, and its hard, insistence pressure and throbbing impatience were fully answered by the response of his own erection. When Remi finally slipped his tongue from his mouth, Guiche scrambled up onto his knees on the bed, and from this vantage point he stared down at his fuck buddy’s groin.

  Remi’s dick swelled up from the flat of his belly, long and thick, resembling a rod of polished marble, but far more flexible, warm and pulsating with potent life. Guiche’s throat tightened with desire. He bent his head and he kissed Remi quickly on the mouth, and then he ran his lips down Remi’s neck and nuzzled deeply into his warm shoulder.

  As Guiche began to tongue his way down Remi’s body, he felt Remi’s cockshaft jumping up with expectation. The sperm pressure pounded almost audibly through its hollow core, and the network of bluish-red veins crisscrossing the skin stood out in high relief.

  Guiche’s tongue ran slowly over his lover’s well-developed shoulders and then down each of his muscular arms, licking the skin which was stretched so tautly over the bulges of his biceps that it didn’t yield to the probing pressure at all. He felt the hard masculine strength rippling through Remi’s arms, felt the solid muscles flexing against his lips. Guiche squirmed lower on the bed, spreading Remi’s legs wide apart with his hands. His tongue now ran over Remi’s big chest and down to the two dark brown nipples that crowned the heavy pectoral mounds.

  Guiche slipped each tit into his mouth and sucked on it, hard, in turn, first one cone of stiffened male flesh, then its twin. Remi’s
nipples were solidly erect as a result of the suction by the time Guiche moved lower on his torso, his tongue now licking its way in a slow, side-to-side pattern, gradually moving down to Remi’s belly.

  Guiche hovered over the navel, then he plunged his tongue-tip into the deep hole and licked it until there was a tiny pool of his saliva inside the depression. Remi’s belly muscles tensed and jumped, and he laughed helplessly, almost giggling, as Guiche tickled his way even lower with his agile, self-lubricating tongue, exulting in the slightly saline taste of his boyfriend’s naked flesh.

  He spread Remi’s thighs still wider open and burrowed his head between them. Remi’s balls had a strong, musky scent which made Guiche’s cock jerk with excitement as the aroma filled his nostrils. He lapped gently at the two big balls inside their hairy sac, while his lover’s hard cock twitched fitfully up and down in response.

  It was, in a way, like licking himself. It was as though his mouth was pressed against his own flesh, wetting it with his tongue, allowing the sweat to saturate his taste buds like some exotic seasoning which sharpened the appetite and literally made the mouth water for more.

  Guiche felt a sudden desire to taste still more of his lover’s hot body. He wanted to put his tongue not only on it, but in it. He intended to insert it into places where it had rarely ventured to go. Rimming was something Guiche liked to reserve as a special treat—for himself, and for his sex partners. Eager to taste Remi’s ass, he lifted Remi’s legs from the bed and he draped them carefully over his shoulders. Damn, but his lover was built! He’d been working out hard lately, and it showed. His legs felt heavy as they pressed down upon Guiche’s shoulders, like a barbell positioned behind his neck for a set of full squats.

  Remi looked up at Guiche, lifting his head from the bed and frowning slightly in confusion.

  “What’re you doing? Don’t you dare fuck me, Guiche, unless you put a rubber on your dick and grease it up first. We agreed from the very beginning—no barebacking. And you know I can’t begin to take that huge whang of yours dry, you big-dicked son of a bitch!”