9781618856357HavingItAllStorm

by Troy Storm

  The heat suddenly dissipated, overwhelmed by a fullness filling him, inch by inch, foot by foot, until his armpits were entangled in the fullness, and his perineum was being congratulated by Stephen’s balls.

  The fullness retreated. Chad’s ass lunged after it as his muscular legs spread wide and he shoved his curled-up backside forward. Stephen leaned against his legs and refilled him as his dick dangled in his face, dribbling precum.

  The lady’s husband had just given the young cuckolder his first-ever pleasurable ass pump. And the young dude was pleased at the penetration.

  The older dude built slowly, sliding in and out, in and out, then picking up speed, seemingly driving deeper and deeper, faster and faster, Chad’s excited anal muscles stripping the pre-cum into the second-skin condom, pumping Stephen toward overflowing. A sudden grunt of supreme pleasure and Chad’s ass was rewarded not only with being blissfully electrified, but with the more blissful feel of the invading ramrod swelling to immense proportions and a jolt of straining plastic with accompanying heat signaling the continued expulsion of the older man’s load into the depths of his ass. Chad bucked his hips, his ass swallowing Stephen whole, his abs contracting and sucking in the cannon fire of love juice. Swallowed him and gulped him and begged for more as his own load emptied. All over his abs and chest.

  The celebrating bells in his head quieted to the gentle rippling of harp strings, bubbling springs, rainwater, warm gym showers. Chad felt…fulfilled. Fucking the ladies, fucking Syble, was fantastic, but he had never realized he was only half-realized. Now he felt feminized. Finally, complete.

  Stephen leaned against the two spread thighs, heart thundering. The twin hard mounds of Chad’s ass suckled on his still-buried stalk. Chad felt the older man’s trembling hands weakly attempt to worship his young, godly nipples, but their energy was drained. They spread to allow the hot, unblemished flesh to flow into his palms, Chad’s provocative tit points tracing his lifelines.

  Stephen’s dick nuzzled deeper into Chad’s anus, nesting as the massaged walls relaxed, settling in, staking its claim. Chad lay under him, euphorically facing him, breathing deeply.

  “That wasn’t so bad,” the now non-virgin muttered, dreamily, as his ass clinched Stephen as if it would never let go.

  “Then you might consider let me doing it again sometime?”

  “Um, might. What d’ya got to offer me?”

  “My ass.”

  “You got a deal, dream butt. Later tonight? Tomorrow?”

  “Did you come?” He glanced down. “Oh, yeah. Creamed abs and anointed pecs.”

  “Yeah. Gonna be messy sheets. Sorry about that.”

  “No problem. We can change ’em. She won’t be back for a couple days, anyway. All I gotta do is get the energy to lay here. You’ll do the rest. How about whenever your monster bat is in the mood again.”

  “Bat’s still wood. How ’bout now? If it was as much fun for you as it was for me, dude, I want some of that, too.”

  Stephen grinned and twisted his head to tongue the young man’s foot one last time before pushing himself off, his semi-soft sausage sluicing out of the young man’s more than well-loaded happy hole with a juicy slosh.

  Chad stretched luxuriously curling down, lowering his legs and pointing his toes. His wood arched off his belly, still draining thick mancream. “So…how was my virgin ass?”

  “I could live there. I will live there when I’m not living in Syble.”

  Chad propped himself on elbows and peered at Stephen hovering over him on his knees. “You mean when I’m in Syble, you might be in me? Jeez.” His dick jumped. “Holy jeez. This threesome thing is gonna to be…something else, right?”

  “Right. Obviously something very much else for us all.” Stephen wasn’t sure where any of this was leading. Nor questioning it. Syble had taken him by the hand and said go there, and he had gone. So far it was good. It was better than good.

  He handed Chad a condom and the lube. Need any help?”

  Chad grinned, working the plastic carefully over his ready meat. “I guess, in the end, I just ram it up your butt, right? Uh, do you wanna turn over?”

  “No. I want to see your handsome mug. Just like we just did. This’ll be your first time, right? Doing another guy?”

  “Yeah, but don’t I get to eat your ass out first?”

  “Absolutely.” Stephen lay back, raised his legs and hooked his elbows under his knees, presenting his ready bottom to the young man, whose blue blues became even bluer at the sight. “Hairy,” Stephen apologized. “Do you mind?”

  Chad positioned himself behind the man’s upraised, spread legs, rose on his knees, and leaned forward, nipping at the hairs around Stephen’s hole.

  “Ow!”

  “Ah, now I know how to keep you in line.” His tongue soothed the sharp pain points. Stephen gasped with pleasure, his languid eyes steady on the young neophyte. As Chad’s tongue soothed, the older man moaned with pleasure, pulling his knees closer and sliding his hands down to pull his still firm butt cheeks apart. Chad moved in, licking, stroking, and twiddling his tongue over the area, pressing lightly on the furry, closed circle. Learning quickly. He had been shown by a master, he smirked to himself.

  Chad had always thought of himself as a straight dude, perhaps not totally, maybe a few notches down the Kinsey scale, but he was…uninitiated. It was not unheard of, from what he had read and seen on the Internet, that he had responded pleasurably—to the research.

  Stephen was not a novice, Chad knew that. But from what he had said, since Syble, there had been no reason to even consider male sex. Now, it seemed, with Chad, almost to be foreordained. At least by their Syble. The puckered skin of Stephen’s asshole slowly smoothed as it relaxed.

  A sheen of sweat appeared on the young coach’s concentrating brow. Pulling his torso up, holding on to one of Stephen’s legs, he adjusted his hips to correct the entrance angle of his greased ramrod.

  Stephen eyes closed, jaw firmed. The large mushroom head of Chad’s hard stalk slid smoothly between the gaping lips of Stephen’s butthole, which smoothly closed over it possessively, and then ingested it hungrily. Stephen’s eyes popped open.

  The young man’s eyes glued themselves to his rock-hard organ quickly disappearing into the loving cavern of Stephen’s anus. “Holy…” He socketed his full length firmly in, his ballsack pressing solidly against Stephen’s perineum. “Jeez…that’s…unbelievable…”

  Stephen tightened his ass. Chad’s mouth dropped open in soundless awe. He pulled his dick part way out, five/six inches, leaving only the huge head buried, captured behind the locking lips of Stephen’s ass. He thrust forward. “Hot damn!” he cried at the lush feel of the rich man-earth he plowed through. Pumping solidly in and out, clutching the older man’s thighs, he slung Stephen’s knees over his shoulder to obtain better leverage.

  Spreading his legs and planting his feet, Chad raised himself, fucking harder, rolling Stephen’s butt back against the headboard, driving deeper and more powerfully with each thrust, sweat pouring, eyes glittering.

  Stephen’s face contorted in pure lust, his eyelids slits through which he watched the expression of the young god’s mass of conflicting emotions—wonder, amazement, unbridled sensuality, total determination to totally posses Stephen’s hole.

  Chad gasped; his magnificent body shook. He felt the total flush of approval race through him. Stephen’s stuffed sheath gripped his massive meat and milked cannonades of cum. “Aaagh! Fuck! Sweet fuck!” Chad bellowed, driving his butt forward, slamming his steaming, shooting meat into the broiling volcano of Stephen’s clutching colon.

  “Sweet mother…!” he moaned as Stephen compacted underneath him, chest to chin, knees around his ears, eyes never leaving the ecstatic young man’s face, even as Chad blurrily realized Stephen too, was erupting again, blurping blobs of thick un-plastic-contained cream onto his chest to drain onto his neck.

  Finally emptied, Chad clumsily clutched the headboard to h
aul his weight off Stephen’s compressed body. “Oh, uh…gee, man…you okay?” His concern was still split. His voice shaky.

  “I’m fine. You got there, man. You punched my buttons like a sonofabitch.”

  “You came again, man. Cool. Fucking cool. Fucking hot!” He roared, happily, wiggling his hips to thrash his cum-soaked dick around in Stephen’s ass. “That was awesome! You and Syble oughta set up shop! Amazing…uh…Love Holes! What the fuck do you two do down there? You gotta teach me, man!”

  “You don’t do too badly digging into new territory yourself, young stud. Obviously haven’t lost the knack. I’ll have to check with her about what we do down there. In fact, I’ll be right there to check when she’s doing it to you. Nose to the action, so to speak.” With a grimace, the older man lowered his strained legs to the sheets, keeping his knees bent and his hips arched to maintain the dick/butt connection.

  Chad blushed, gently followed, hovering, adjusting his body to stay plugged in. “She seems pretty happy with…what I do.” He thought for a moment. “Will we ever…? I mean, just the two of us, you and me? How’s…” His voice wandered off.

  “It gonna work? The pairing off? If there ever is pairing off? Your guess is as good as mine. I’ve known her and loved her, tried to figure her out for a long time, but the woman still can amaze me. We’ll know soon enough, anyway. Two more days.”

  “Yeah,” Chad happily scratched his chin over Stephen’s chest, his light stubble combing the stiff, curled chest hairs. “In the meantime, we just keep doing what we’re doing, right? That’s what she’d want, right?” He traced an aureole and plucked at a brown nipple. “You’re beginning to shape up nicely, Stevie, old man,” he noted, professionally, hands testing the thickening pecs.

  Stephen beamed at the bedroom ceiling. “I think guys have pretty much discovered all the possibilities already. It’s just up to you and me to find out what works for us. ” He ran his lips over the damp top of the sun-kissed, crew-cut head. “Damn, fuck, as we say in the trades,” he burst out enthusiastically, energy suddenly renewed. “Right on. What’s next, young explorer?”

  “I was thinking about a beer.”

  “Oh.”

  “Y’know, licking it off your balls.”

  “Oh…yeah!”

  Chapter Nine

  The train rides were usually pleasant ones, watching the scenery, reading, or just musing. This time around, it was the musing that got to Syble.

  For an entire week she had managed to keep her mind from shooting off in all the wrong directions thanks to her beloved Dragon Lady and her amazing sister.

  Sure, they had been curious and, sure, they wanted to know all the details, but once Syble had made clear she had simply set events in motion and how they played out was pretty much up to fate, they backed off, waiting, hoping for the best—just like Syble.

  Well, maybe not the Dragon Lady. Mom had plenty of advice, plenty of comments about her daughter’s predilection for sticking her head in the lion’s mouth and “hoping for the best.” Syble had a long career history of taking one too many chances. But that was her career. When she and Stephen hooked up, it was pretty much full steam from the get go.

  How they had handled their lives after that, the move to the suburbs, her abandoning her career in merchandising for a librarian’s job, and much more, Mom was more than happy to drag back out and air in public. And, frankly, so was Syble. Those choices she was more than delighted to reiterate, to reinforce in her own mind, to chatter at length about. DeDe was usually on her side making it more sisterly-fun to gang up against their beloved and concerned mother, pounding into her head yet again that they were grown women capable of making and living with their own choices.

  Even if some of those choices might be suspect.

  And that’s where Syble pulled back.

  She didn’t want to even consider that her assessment of Stephen and Chad as two parts of a very essential trio might not be completely what she so desperately wanted it to be.

  But she was wise enough, she tried to convince herself, to feel that her instincts about her husband and her lover were right. The man she had known for ten years and the man she had known for two weeks, as well as being right for her, were also right for each other.

  The wisdom was in knowing they would discover this themselves if given the chance.

  Hopefully.

  Maybe.

  And now she was on the way back to face the result of her machinations. The normally pleasant train rides had been hell. The going and the coming. There was no way to keep distracted. No place for her thoughts and hopes to hide. Within minutes she would face the guys.

  The phone calls had been positive. They were making a sincere effort. Surely that was a good sign.

  She moved to the front of the car. She wanted to be one of the first off.

  They were at the other end of the platform. Like kids, rushing forward, then holding back, checking out each other’s reaction to seeing her, beaming, looking tentative. Closer and closer they came toward her.

  In an instant she was swept up in Stephen’s arms, Chad circling and grinning like Christmas morning. Then she was in Chad’s arms. He as affectionate, as grateful to have her body against his as Stephen had been. Then they were all in a silly, child-like happy group hug, chattering and babbling about how was the trip, how were the ladies, how was the weather, was stormy Dragon Lady beginning to lighten up?

  Then suddenly pulling apart embarrassed as several townspeople they knew, who were either arriving passengers or were meeting people, slowed to watch the enthusiastic trio.

  Stephen waved greetings and hustled Syble toward the car as Chad hustled her luggage and made inane comments to the townspeople within earshot about the meeting with the school board going really well, which elicited even more puzzled reactions.

  They tumbled into the car, giggling like teenagers caught making out behind the barn.

  Stephen drove, Syble in the passenger seat, Chad leaning in between, excitedly yapping about the board looking really favorably on their sex instruction proposal and the library and the ladies and the kids and his various teams who now seemed to love him or at least tolerate him and chortling about Coach Branfield darkly muttering about his and Stephen’s close relationship.

  At which point, Stephen, grinning, turned and kissed Chad on the cheek and Chad blushing kissed him back and then kissed Syble.

  And Syble began to bawl.

  The car came to a screeching halt. Both men were instantly frantic. Chad wide-eyed. Stephen totally startled.

  She was fine she insisted, blubbering, just so happy to be back, so very happy they seemed so happy to see her, so incredibly happy they seemed to like each other—she just knew they would, she just knew it—so unbelievably happy just to be…between them.

  She started bawling again.

  The guys beamed at each other, sighed happily, and Stephen drove them home.

  In happy silence. Each lost in thought. Expectation.

  Her makeup was a fucking mess, Syble thought. Her eyes red and horrible and, girl—woman!—get hold of yourself! But she was so…

  They piled out of the car, urging her toward the house. Whoever might be watching, Syble thought, head down, a hand over her tear-streaked face—whatever would they think?

  The guys were too excited to give a shit.

  They bustled her into the house, into the living room. Then waited for her reaction. Ohmigod, they must have had a maid service in, Syble thought as Chad, seeing she was pleased, started stripping off his polo shirt and backing toward the den.

  Syble caught her breath, glimpsing the chiseled upper torso she had tried so desperately not to remember for the last week. Suppressing a grin, Chad puffed his chest and gave a smart salute before teasingly beginning to unzip his jeans as he disappeared around the doorframe into the den.

  The living room was immaculate with flowers everywhere. The scent was lovely. Syble inhaled deeply and moved from arrange
ment to arrangement, sniffing, cooing—aw they shouldn’t have spent the money.

  She cuddled into Stephen’s arms and, he, looking around with a slightly guilty look, kissed her with such sudden fervor and desperate gratitude that, as he finally broke the kiss, Syble gasped for air and felt her knees give way.

  Stephen held her tightly for a moment—his body seemed so much firmer than she remembered—then after a deep sigh of contentment to have her against him again, he chuckled contentedly, swept her up into his arms, and carried her to the den. Without even puffing.

  Syble’s bleary eyes suddenly cleared. She couldn’t help but let out a snort of repressed laughter. Chad was busy on the other side of the room, frowning, naked, with a cloth napkin over his arm, dressed only in the see-through French maid’s apron which he was having trouble deciding how to wear. His hard dick jutted out and up in front, the massive meat hook making him look pregnant if the apron was on the outside, and if the flimsy fabric were stuffed around his throbbing upturned member, the anxious power pole would be fully revealed, defeating the whole purpose of the teasing costume.

  He looked up as her laugh became raucous and blushed boyishly as Stephen deposited her on her feet in front of him. Snapping to attention, his fully-exposed dick and balls danced in greeting. The apron was untucked. To hell with teasing.

  “Uh, would madame like a refreshing glass of bubbly after her arduous voyage?”

  She grabbed his dick, and grabbed Stephen’s crotch with the other hand. He was satisfyingly bone-hard, too. “Poured all over the misters,” she answered.

  Chad huffed a breath. “Damn, fuck, right on,” he sighed. “As madame fucking wishes.”

  “Precisely what madame wishes,” Syble announced to her grinning compatriots. “Your verb is well chosen.”

  She bent to kiss Chad’s dick, then thought better of it. They may have more surprises planned for her welcome and that gentle hello would instantly lead to them all racing down the garden path. She could wait.