Boys of Disco City

by Zack

  The newcomer stood back, took a drag, and exhaled the smoke from his nostrils. “I’m old enough,” he retorted quietly in a slightly hoarse tenor voice as he examined the two guys staring up at him. He took another drag and blew this out over a pouted lower lip.

  Gil thought he was artificially deepening his naturally light voice. The boy set his legs apart in a cocky stance and thrust his midriff forward provocatively. He was quite short too, but to Gil the overall combination of put-on toughness with his foxy, narrow face was quite attractive. He felt a stir in his groin and could tell that the boy had awakened Mike’s interest.

  “I’m probably older’n you two, by the looks of it,” he added with a defiant upward jerk of his chin.

  Slowly, Mike got to his feet, took two paces down onto the path, and stood up face to face. He was a good half head taller. The boy squared his shoulders and matched Mike’s stare. Mike said, “Hmm. I guess you’re down here looking for some action?”

  “Stupid fuckin question, ain’t it?”

  Mike gave a snort, and swayed around to give Gil a questioning flick of the eyebrows. Gil returned the gesture and spoke for the first time. “You Brits are pretty fuckin horny, aren’t you?”

  The newcomer widened his eyes and he licked his lips with a quick flick of his tongue. “A Yank. Never done it with an American before.”

  Gil got up as well and moved to stand immediately behind the boy. The kid stood his ground.

  “There’s this nice small clearing just down the track and off to one side—’s quiet. Nice soft pile of leaves.”

  Mike laughed quietly. “You’re very forward for one so young.”

  “I told you, I’m old enough, and if I’m not forward enough I’ll tell you…” prodding Mike lightly in the chest, “I want to sixty-nine with you while he—” digging Gil gently in the balls—“screws me up the ass American style.”

  Gil wasn’t at all sure he knew what the American style was. Did it differ from the British style, or the Italian, for that?

  Mike shrugged helplessly. “What can we say?” He stood back and bowed slightly, stretching out a hand along the path. “Lead on, kid.”

  Five minutes later the three boys were sprawled in the leaves, partly undressed, writhing in a three-way. Mike and the newcomer were sucking each other as Gil positioned himself on his side with his stiff cock between the boy’s spread legs.

  As he prepared to enter him, Mike bent his head around and gave Gil’s cock a long wet slurp to lube him up, then returned his mouth to the sixty-nine.

  The boy was a tight fit, but he wriggled his ass invitingly as Gil slowly pressed home. He felt the head of his stretched cock slip between the sphincter muscles and then the rest was easy. He reached between the boy’s legs to grasp his balls and even managed to ring the root of his cock so he could feel Mike’s lips as they made wet contact with each inward stroke of his mouth on the saliva-slicked shaft.

  Over the next few minutes the three-way quickly built up into a perfectly synchronized fuck’n’suck. It was such a deliciously kinky feeling that Gil’s juices rose alarmingly fast.

  His fuck must have sensed it too, because the kid broke off sucking Mike long enough to moan. “Fuck me harder, Yank, please. Oh, I gonna cum any second, he sucks so good.”

  There was a sluicing sound as he resumed working on Mike, jiggling his light body up and down along the ground with every thrust from Gil.

  “Shit, here we go again…” Gil just heard Mike slurp out, before his own orgasm took over, wracking him painfully over the rough ground as he shot into the boy’s bucking ass. From the other side came mutual groans of pleasure as the other two filled each other’s throats with creamy cum.

  Gradually, the sexual frenzy subsided amid quiet panting breaths. The boy was the first to break the post-coital silence. “Shit, that was good. I had no idea. Thanks.”

  Mike said, “It’s not often you get three coming at the same time.”

  “I wouldn’t know,” the kid replied blithely, getting to his feet and pulling up his jeans, brushing leaves off his rumpled shirt. “That was my first time.” In the dark under the trees Gil couldn’t see his expression, but he could hear the self-satisfied grin in the tone of voice.

  “I knew you were jail-bait.” Gil also pulled leaves and twigs from his clothes.

  “Nah, I’m not. I told you, I’m old enough. Just not experienced.”

  “Really” Mike said dryly. “If you want more experience, try the clearing back that way on the left. I think we’re going to split—Gil?”

  “Sure, aren’t you due on set at seven tomorrow?”

  “Shit. I’d forgotten that. C’mon. Perhaps we’ll bump into you again some time, stud,” he threw out at the boy as they made their way back to the main path.

  “Cheers!” The silhouette waved them off.

  “Did that get your mind off Rosen?”

  Mike pulled Gil close in a one-armed hug as they stumbled back up the hill toward Whitestone Pond. He leaned in and nuzzled Gil’s neck. “Yeah. Thanks. It helped.”

  After a pause Gil said, “ Gone With The Wind is on at the Kilburn Odeon Wednesday. Do you want to go see it?”

  “Gone With The… that load of old shit! Are you serious?”

  “You ever seen it?”

  Mike shuddered. “No.”

  “Well you should. It’s almost an American art-house movie. And I love it. So will you. Trust me. Do that for me and I’ll fuck you to sleep tonight—our last night on the floor.”

  CHAPTER FIVE

  Losing His Head

  Dave Jones was as good as his word, and by just before eight the large bed actually looked a bit like the display model in Heal’s. He had turned up at Aberdare Gardens ten minutes before seven in a van with two of the store’s movers. Pleased to find it was a ground-floor delivery, they carried in the various boxes and departed. Before getting down to the practical work, Dave lifted the small bag he had with him. “Do you mind if I change out of this suit?”

  Mike said, “You can use the bathroom.”

  Dave smiled. “Oh, I’m not shy.” He unzipped the bag and pulled out a pair of pale cotton trousers and a stripy seersucker cotton shirt. He only half turned away from Mike as he placed the suit jacket over a chair back and then proceeded to strip to skimpy briefs. He slipped into the shirt, buttoned it and then stepped into the trousers, fastening the top before tucking his bulge in with a backward hitch of his butt, and pulling the zipper up.

  “It’s just you and me.” Mike waved in the vague direction of the back of the apartment. “Gil’s in the kitchen, struggling with the antiquated gas stove. I’m afraid the previous occupant neglected it for years, maybe centuries. No wonder he didn’t want to take the darned thing with him. Gil’s been grumbling aloud while covering it in cleaner and scrubbing away for minutes.”

  “We can manage in two. May need more to test it out…”

  Mike smiled tightly at the sly suggestion in Dave’s voice.

  They worked closely together to assemble the pieces, locking the frame together and attaching the various sides and ends. They took care not to bang anything into the five-foot wide mirror which hung on the wall just above where the bed would go. And half an hour later, there it was—a huge double bed. Mike was aware of arm and leg contact as they worked and now he wondered how the rest of the evening would go. “I’ll go get Gil in to have a look.”

  Gil followed Mike into the bedroom to find Dave stretched out in the center of the expansive bed, experimentally bumping up and down. “Mmm, comfortable.”

  Gil smiled, went around to the other side, and flung himself down beside Dave.

  The Heals’ store assistant looked up expectantly at Mike, then patted the mattress beside him. “Try it.”
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br />   Mike flopped down next to Dave. For a few minutes, the three bounced up and down, laughing and jostling each other familiarly. Gil looked over at Mike and a sudden surge of emotion took hold of him. Almost before he was aware of doing it, he reached right across Dave and clasped Mike’s neck, to plant his mouth firmly on his lover’s. Mike returned the kiss.

  “Don’t let me get in the way,” Dave murmured, without moving.

  Gil could see him upside down in the mirror through Mike’s thick locks of hair. He seemed to be enjoying the sandwich as the two boys pressed up against him, and relishing the naked sexuality he must have detected between them in the store. Very gradually, he moved both hands down his stomach, then sideways, reaching out.

  Above him Mike mumbled into Gil’s mouth. “Can you feel a hand doing something?”

  “Mmm-yeah…” He slithered his tongue in and around Mike’s gums. “And it ain’t mine.”

  “Mine neither.” Theatrically, Mike waved both his hands in the air around Gil’s head. Gil simply squeezed Mike’s round head.

  “Don’t understand it,” Mike slobbered into Gil’s mouth, “but I’m definitely getting a stiffy.”

  “Mmmm, me too.”

  Dave’s upturned reflection watched them snogging with mounting excitement. He deftly opened first Gil’s fly, then Mike’s, gently releasing the burgeoning hard-ons from their undershorts and caressing the silky skin, teasing back Gil’s foreskin and tweaking the bulbous head of Mike’s circumcised cock.

  “I think I’m bein jacked… mumble.”

  “Same here, ballin buddy… slurp.”

  Dave’s ministrations soon had them both with raging erections and he rubbed their cocks harder, all the while licking at his lips as gobbets of saliva fell on him from the arousing mouth lashing going on only inches above his head where he lay trapped between the kissers.

  Gil was the first to take pity on the guy who had made his bed and now lay on it. He freed up his right hand and felt his way down Dave’s heaving chest and stomach, finally attaining his goal. He curled his fingers around the hard rod of flesh straining up against the thin material of the cotton pants.

  Dave moaned at the touch. Mike reached down as well and helped Gil free the long, thin cock from its prison and Dave gasped with pleasure as the boys took turns stroking it firmly up and down. Their bodies were now lying in parallel almost over Dave so his wrists were turned sideways to keep up the furious jacking action on the other two.

  Mike began jostling the thin form below him, pressing ever harder into Gil’s mouth with his probing tongue— that clever tongue the girls at his school used to joke would give someone a lot of pleasure one day, Gil recalled. Gil started the same rhythm and the twin mattresses beneath them rocked with the quickening motion.

  If Dave felt crushed, he didn’t complain, but he did moan and moan, and then he came explosively, soaking both Mike and Gil’s hands with thick batter.

  “Eeurrgh,” Mike gasped, and let fly, shooting ropey streams of cum over Dave’s stomach. Gil gave a long sigh, broke his mouth away from Mike’s for a moment, and shot his own copious load to splatter beside Mike’s.

  For another minute, the three kept up a gentle stroke, getting the best of the jizz out, before subsiding in a shuddering, perspiring heap of tangled arms, legs, and hands.

  Mike rolled slightly away from Dave. He raised his gooey hand to his mouth and lapped at the residue there. “Mmm, nice.”

  Gil sensed a surprised reluctance in their companion, as though he had never considered tasting another man’s spilt seed. Then he too lifted both hands and licked at first one, then the other. “Hmm. You two taste different.”

  Mike grinned. “Who’s best?”

  Dave wrinkled his nose in concentration, lapped again, this one, that one. Then he sniffed haughtily and in a manner akin to his superior at Heal’s pronounced, “Left has a hint of wild berries with a handsome touch of ripe tannins, beautifully oak-aged; the right is definitely full flavored, seductive, and deliciously ripe. Bit difficult to choose, really.” He took another couple of licks. “Hmmm, as you said, nice.”

  Mike swung his legs off the bed and sat forward. Gil continued gently fondling Dave’s subsiding dick. “I’m afraid we’ve made a bit of a mess of your shirt and pants.”

  Dave raised his head to look down at his clothes. He gave a sniff and said, “Oh well, I’ve got my suit over there. That’s why I brought these along.”

  Mike swiveled. “I thought that was so you wouldn’t dirty your suit erecting the bed, as you put it the other day.”

  Dave gave him a dirty smile. “As you well knew, the bed wasn’t the only thing I was hoping to erect.”

  Gil interpreted his lover’s wicked grin correctly, as Mike finessed Dave’s lightweight pants and briefs from his legs and he leaned in, eager to help.

  “Hey, what’s this?” Dave protested weakly.

  Mike shared a glint with Gil. “I dunno ’bout you buddy, but I don’t reckon the bed’s had a real hammering yet. Whadya say?”

  “You got it.” Gil dumped Dave’s discarded pants on the carpet and then sat on the edge of the bed to divest himself of his own clothes.

  Mike forced Dave into a sitting position and removed his shirt before stripping himself. Gil looked at their reflections in the mirror and at Dave. He lay back and his cock stirred again as he took in their nakedness, black hair to the left, blond to the right. They knelt up over him and bent to lick at the residue of their last money shots. His long cock rose to attention as first Mike, then Gil, took turns sucking it. Their mouths met on either side of the ribbed shaft and their lips moved up and down in communion.

  After a minute of double sucking, Mike took a firm grip under Dave’s left thigh and lifted it up. Gil did the same with the other and pressed Dave’s knees down to his chest. This gave Mike ample room to flick his tongue into the exposed trough between the taut mounds of Dave’s butt.

  Dave’s muffled moans attested to his enjoyment. Mike moved slightly aside to let Gil in, and together they worked the guy’s asshole, rimming and tongue-thrusting until Dave’s body shook to a pleasure over which he had no control. Gil knew how the feel of flopping hair brushing against ass cheeks and thighs drove him wild and it seemed Dave loved the sensation as much.

  Mike looked at Gil. “Do you want to screw him?”

  Gil nodded and offered Mike his best sexy smile.

  “So do I.”

  “So let’s both fuck him.”

  “Do I get a say in this?” Dave mumbled.

  Mike grinned happily. “Not really.” He sat back and rolled Dave onto his side, gave him a peck on the cheek. “Ever had two dicks up you?”

  Dave opened his eyes wide. “At the same time?… No.”

  Mike lay down on the mattress on his back. “Right. Kneel up and straddle me. Yeah, like that, facing me.”

  Gil helped Dave into position, gently stroking his lover’s cock as he did so. Not that it needed it. The rimming had gotten Mike rock-hard again. Gil leaned down between Dave’s upturned ass cheeks and delivered a wet suck to Mike’s cock head before guiding him up into Dave’s well lubricated hole.

  Dave grunted when Mike raised his butt from the bed and thrust home. Still kneeling between Mike’s splayed thighs, Gil gently eased one finger along the pulsing shaft of Mike’s cock and into Dave. He was incredibly turned on by the sticky efflorescence in the narrow space between Mike’s bulky erection and the walls of the spread passage.

  Mike began to fuck, jacking his butt up off the bed and back down again. Gil matched the movement, frigging Dave with his finger alongside Mike’s cock to work the sphincter muscles and loosen them up. Then, satisfied that it was now possible, he stood up and planted his feet either side of Dave’s outspread knees. He lowered his trunk
and brought his full eight inches of stiff meat to push down against Mike’s where it slid in and out of the hole.

  His cock head rubbed against Mike’s shaft and pushed at Dave’s plugged ass. It was a strain on his legs, but Gil eased himself into the stretched orifice and suddenly there came a give in the muscle ring as though it pouted to take him in. He was right inside, the under-rib of his cock squeezed impossibly tight against Mike’s. Gil was now half-doubled over Dave’s back, his hands planted on his rump for support, and in the mirror they looked like two frogs humping.

  The better to fuck him, Mike held onto Dave’s hips. Dave’s rigid cock batted against his stomach. The three panted and moaned at the extraordinary friction they were building, and this time the bed really rocked. The Dunlopillo mattresses flapped in waves of contorted fabric as the aerated rubber inside compressed and expanded with each fuck motion. Beneath them, the laminated whalebone construction of the bed’s suspension added its own groans to theirs. Dave kept lifting his head and then dropping it back on Mike’s chest in rhythm with the two big cocks reaming his ass in synchronized double penetration.

  “What the fuck are you doing to me!”

  “Is it too much?” Gil asked, a touch of concern throwing his rhythm for a second.

  “Hell, no! Don’t stop… please!”

  With his head ducked down on Mike’s chest, Dave’s hair smothered any verbal response from Mike, who replied with increased power of his upward thrusts off the protesting bed.

  When Dave strained to lift his head, over his back Gil had a view in the mirror between the two reflected heads and heaving chests to the tip of Dave’s arched cock, pointing at Mike’s chin. And at the distant apex, their two shafts of meat clenched by Dave’s gaping asshole.

  “Ahh, guys, I’m gonna cum any second,” Dave groaned deeply in a gurgling voice.

  Mike took pity on him, and removed a hand from Dave’s thigh to grasp his dick. It was slicked in the pre-cum that pooled in Mike’s belly button. He jerked it without mercy and suddenly a powerful jet of cum shot out, catching its owner under the lowered chin, then splattering against Mike’s face as Dave lifted his head in exquisite agony.