Boy Fun, Four Book Bundle

by Alex Jordaine

  Dan was a long, lean, blond drink of quenching water, with a ready smile and an all-over tan that packed even more wattage than his teeth. He liked to dress in short-shorts and a muscle shirt when he was hanging around the house. Although right now, the shorts were down around his slim ankles and the muscle shirt off his slender torso and strewn on the carpeted floor.

  His bare, brown ass was really something to behold, the taut cheeks deliciously clenching and unclenching with every hard thrust of his hips. The lean muscles on his back tightening and jumping as he clutched Elliot’s legs, banged the guy’s body back and forth on the plastic-covered pool table. From my backside side angle, I couldn’t see Dan’s cock gloriously stretching his buddy’s asshole, but I could well imagine the depths that dick was hitting, based on the way his shorts bulged whenever I’d seen him.

  Elliot was smaller, but thicker, a dark-haired, muscular guy with fair skin and plush red lips, and clear blue eyes that took your breath away. I could see most of his bare upper body laid out on that pool table, from around Dan’s hinging frame. And what I saw was as lip-smacking and mouth-watering as the blond’s rear view: pink, proudly-jutting nipples, a smooth, muscle-plated chest gleaming ivory under the bright lights. His mouth was open and eyes closed, rugged hands on his chest, thick fingers rolling those rigid nipples, chiselled body getting delightfully dong-blasted to and fro.

  My bent legs trembled as bad as Dan’s, as I watched the erotic pair blow their sexual fuses, my sweaty hands staining the varnished wood, almost squeezing the slats to sawdust. My cock was a live, coursing cable in my jeans, packed at an awkward angle and yearning to be unravelled.

  The thumping 70s music reached a crescendo. And so did Dan, the guy pistoning his hips in a frenzy, surging cock into Elliot’s anus. I heard the sweet, lusty smack of corded thighs against tight buttocks, even above Freddy’s impassioned wailing – beating faster and faster.

  ‘Oh, God! I’m coming!’ the fair-haired top hollered, his sweat-sheened body jerking, shaking out of control. He shot up onto his tiptoes, wildly pumping, blasting sizzling jizz into Elliot’s blown-open ass.

  And Elliot’s eyes shot open, as he felt the scalding splash of semen against his bowels. ‘Come in my ass, you fucking bastard!’ he yelled, egging the frantically thrusting guy on. ‘Fucking fill me to the rim with your hot come!’

  Dan threw back his head and howled as loud and long as the lead singer of Queen, emptying his balls into his buddy, his sweat-drenched, sun kissed body vibrating like the rock n’ roll rocked basement walls.

  I counted his spasms, shaking my head in amazement when the beautiful butt-fucker hit double digits. He must’ve been spilling out of Elliot’s ass as he was gushing in, obviously saving up for some time for this special occasion.

  My own cock was painfully erect in the crumpled crotch of my jeans, my balls boiling towards overload. I had to hastily shift position to ease the pressure, because the man show was far from over.

  Finally finished juicing his lover’s sexual core, the luscious blond beanpole popped out of Elliot’s ass and dropped to his knees on the carpet. While Elliot popped up on the pool table and butt-crawled to the edge. So that in one swift, oiled motion, Dan was squatting between Elliot’s legs, Elliot’s cock in his mouth.

  The blond’s head bobbed back and forth in Elliot’s crotch, his long fingers digging into the man’s meaty, splayed thighs. The muscle stud tilting his head back with joy and digging his own fingers into his buddy’s hair, taking his cocksucking like a man.

  I got a brief glimpse of Elliot’s spit-shone glory, when Dan dropped his head down to suck on the guy’s balls. The muscleman was packing some serious pipe, his pink, purple-headed, vein-popped dong poling out eight inches or more; straight and thick and cut and twitching with every tug of Dan’s lips on his sack.

  My mouth hung open with hunger at the awesome display of all that succulent meat, my whole body shaking with second-hand lust. Dan replaced his mouth with his hand on the hung-man’s balls and licked up and down the groaning guy’s shaft, painting Elliot’s prong ten shades of sensual.

  And Elliot was obviously as keyed up from the butt-blasting he’d just taken as I was. Because Dan had only got five or six good tongue lashes in, from dark-furred base to bloated hood, when Elliot grunted loud and imperative and clawed at the charming cock-teaser’s thatch, heated come leaping out the mushroomed tip of his slickened prick. A gushing fountain of pearly-white semen rained down on lucky Dan’s upturned face and outthrust tongue.

  I couldn’t take it any more; the music and masculine mayhem making my cock pulsate with pre-come. I just made it to the main floor toilet in time, an electric current of jism shooting out of my sparking cock, ecstasy arcing all through my body and soul.

  I was hunched over by the floorboards in the upstairs master bedroom the next morning when I heard someone snarl, ‘I saw you watching us the other day!’

  I twisted my head around, stared at Elliot filling the doorway with his rugged frame. ‘Huh? What? I d-don’t know what you’re …’

  ‘Bullshit!’ He strode into the bedroom, boxing me into the corner.

  I dropped the wire I’d been threading through and scrambled to my feet. The angry guy was wearing a thin blue bathrobe, his muscles bulging the seams, his feet bare, his handsome face hard and uncompromising. I spluttered, ‘No … I mean …’

  ‘You were on the stairs watching me and Dan yesterday afternoon!’ he retorted, getting right up into my chest and poking me a solid one with a rigid forefinger. ‘Fucking pervert!’

  He was a good four inches shorter than me and 20 or 30 pounds lighter. But he was built. Oh, how he was built.

  ‘No – no! I was, uh, working – all the time,’ I protested, trying to avoid the hypnotic glare of his shining blue eyes.

  ‘Yeah, right!’

  He grabbed my arms and spun me around, shoved me backwards. I tumbled onto the big, four-poster bed.

  Just as Dan rushed in, his long, lithe legs spilling out of a pair of tight white shorts, bright red muscle shirt hanging off his long, burnished torso. ‘Hey, what’s going on in here!?’ he asked.

  Elliot ignored him, jumping on top of me on the bed, straddling my chest and pinning me down. Dan ran forward and seized the guy around the shoulders and tried to pull him off. But the only thing that came off was Elliot’s bathrobe, slipping down his cinder block shoulders. He angrily un-sashed it and flung it aside, leaving him utterly naked on top of me, his sledge of a cock carving out a warm burrow in my chest, barely a foot from my open mouth.

  I stared up at the guy, down at his dong, too surprised and impressed to fight back. Too admiring of his smooth, ripped physique and the firm press of his buttocks on my chest, that club of a cock so close, to offer anything but passive resistance.

  ‘That’s quite enough, Elliot!’ Dan huffed, standing next to the bed with his hands on his hips.

  ‘Like hell it is!’ the tough boy gritted. ‘I’m gonna teach this peeping Tim a lesson.’

  My first name’s Tim, so it made sense.

  ‘Hey, I didn’t mean to …’ I began. And was cut off again.

  By Elliot ordering Dan, ‘Get some of that wire off the floor!’ He turned his head back to look down at me again, a hard grin on his face. ‘We’re gonna teach this perv a lesson about getting off on others.’

  I swallowed my Adam’s apple and part of my tongue, as Dan now quickly obliged his studly lover, trimming off strands of red and black-jacketed wire from the spools I’d left lying around on the floor. Then he tied my ankles and wrists to the bedposts with the insulated wire, while Elliot kept me pinned down on the bed, his hammer growing longer, larger, heavier on my heaving chest.

  And once I was firmly trussed up, Elliot slid down my trembling body so that he was straddling my legs. Looking me in the gaping eyes, he unbuckled my belt and unzipped my pants, yanked my jeans and Jockeys down in one fell swoop. My cock sprung out into the open – achingly, embarrassingly hard
.

  Now smiling a whole lot less maliciously and a lot more mischievously – I thought, and hoped – Elliot regarded my shameful display and said, ‘What’d I tell you – a fucking pervert! Hand me a strip of that red wire, Dan.’

  Blondie cut off a length, handed it to his buddy. And, still grinning, my dark and dangerous tormentor wound the strand around and around the ginger-furred base of my cock, the remainder around my balls. He tied my genitals up and together so that I stood tall and bloated, my strangled, swollen cock making an outrageously obscene gesture at the gloating men.

  I grinned sheepishly. Then I noticed that Dan had somehow become as nude as his sexy companion, the blond crowding close to the head of the bed, his smooth, bronze, arrow-straight erection staring me right in the mouth.

  ‘You should’ve kept your eyes on your work, Mr Bacco,’ he commented, shaking his finger and cock at me.

  At that same instant I felt a wet, wonderful heat suddenly envelop my ballooned-up cap – Elliot’s red lips, engulfing my up-thrust hood and descending my towering shaft. ‘Sweet Jesus!’ I yelped, watching the guy slowly, sensuously take almost my entire wound-up pole into his warm, moist mouth.

  I strained against my bindings, but couldn’t break free, feeling and not feeling the man’s soft lips and cushioning tongue on my wrangled prick. The sweet, sensitive sucking pressure as he bobbed his head up and down. It was erotic torture of the most exquisitely excruciating kind, and I twisted my head around on the pillows, fighting to feel more.

  Dan gave me something more to feel, clamping a pair of electrical pincers to my engorged nipples, and tweaking. I arched my body, my cock into Elliot’s throat, like I’d been electrocuted. And Dan stepped up and partially filled the screaming void in my anguished sexual soul, by sticking his cock into my open mouth.

  I latched my slavering lips onto the man’s meaty head and frantically sucked, chewed, Elliot playing a strange, savage tune on my roped skin-flute. Dan fed me more and more of his cock, which I gratefully gulped down. His gorgeous member was rock-hard yet smooth as silk, gliding into my greedy mouth and up against the back of my throat. He sifted his fingers into my red hair and really grabbed hold, churning his prick back and forth in my mouth.

  I urgently sucked on the heated, sweat-scented meat, gasping for air through my nose, straining my eyes to watch Elliot pull on my own cock with his sensual lips and mouth. He bit into my hood, swirled his thick, wet tongue all around my cockhead, licked up and down my throbbing shaft. As I desperately struggled to feel the full force of it – and couldn’t, tied off at the balls.

  ‘Lube me, sweet cheeks,’ the dark-haired cocksucker suddenly said to his mouth-fucking companion, popping his head up from my groin.

  Dan plucked a tube of lube off the nightstand and tossed it to Elliot, not breaking the beat in my mouth. Elliot greased my prick with the love oil, then the crack of his ass. And I held my breath – choking on Dan’s surging cock – as Elliot squatted over my stake. Then slowly lowered himself down, and in, filling his chute to bursting with my swelled-up cock: until his clenched cheeks touched down on my quivering thighs.

  He held the awesome position for a moment – my cock buried to the balls in his ass – all three of us and the bed shaking now. Then he started bouncing up and down, fucking himself on my prong.

  I blew snot out my billowing nostrils like an oxygen-starved whale breaking the surface, revelling in the agonisingly muted sensations of the wicked heat and tightness of the guy’s chute. Dan pumped faster, pistoning cock between my lips, bouncing hood off the back of my throat. The bedposts rattling, bed jumping.

  Every fibre of my being screamed for sexual release. I was bathed in sweat, flushed with heat, my eyes bugging out and body flopping around like the wires that bound me were bare and alive. But there was just no way I could get off on the wild scene; I was just tied up too tight at all my appendages.

  My two playful antagonists were getting off, though, Dan gripping my head and power-shafting my mouth like he’d been shafting Elliot’s ass the previous day; Elliot gripping my chest with one hand and bounding his butt up and down on my prick, ardently fisting his own flapping member with his other hand.

  ‘Oh, God, here it comes!’ Dan cried, flooding my mouth with hot, salty spunk; dousing my throat with burst after fiery burst, which I excitedly swallowed.

  ‘Fuck, yeah! Yeah!’ Elliot bellowed, trembling on the end of my cock and jerking long ropes of white-hot semen out of his prick, striping my face and chest and stomach.

  Dan shuddered and shot his load, emptying his shaven sack inside of me, his cock jumping in my mouth. As Elliot came all over me, thumping up and down on top of me, burying my cock to his bowels as he blew out his balls on my chest.

  And then finally, at last, it was my turn to howl with triumphal ecstasy. When Dan unplugged his cock and Elliot mine and the two men unleashed me.

  They unwrapped my cock and balls which instantly regained circulation and flooded with butter, jizz blasting out of my slit and showering my face and torso. Again and again and again. Coming hands-free and harder and longer than I’d ever come before.

  That fifteen-hour rewiring job turned into an exhausting, exhilarating two-week marathon engagement that I never wanted to end.

  But with a bank account as drained as my body, unfortunately, I was eventually forced to move on.

  Unleashing a Demon

  by Eva Hore

  Football season was finally over. We’d been to Europe for our end-of-year footy trip and still had a week left. On returning to Melbourne, Brad and I had decided to spend a few more days together. His parents had a holiday house down at Torquay and I heard there was a nudist beach hidden amongst the coastline. Brad had never been to one. I said we should check it out.

  ‘Come on, let’s go,’ Brad said, jumping out of the car before I’d even parked.

  ‘I’m not sure I want to now.’

  ‘Why?’

  ‘It’s just not my thing,’ I lied.

  I was nervous and excited at the prospect of spending time being naked, with Brad, but I wasn’t quite sure how to go about it, how to act in front of him once we’d stripped off. I was nervous about how he’d react to me if I came on to him.

  ‘Don’t be a dickhead, come on,’ Brad said.

  I locked the car.

  We strolled along the water’s edge; our sunglasses still on so we could have a perv. There weren’t many people out, a few old women with droopy tits and a couple of old guys with saggy testicles. They nodded hello. We acknowledged them and kept on walking.

  We found a semi-secluded spot out of view of the oldies. Brad stripped right off, his fantastic body rippling with muscles. He stood and stretched. His cock, like a thick cobra, flopped from side to side as the sun kissed his naked flesh.

  Me, I stripped off too, but more slowly. I was embarrassed as I’d cracked half a fat. Seeing Brad naked always did that to me. The guy was fucking gorgeous. We’d know each other for years, having gone to the same schools, but since we’d joined the football team, we’d gotten close, real close. Now we were too close. Naked and close.

  Me, I knew I was gay, but Brad, well I didn’t think he knew what he wanted. Whenever the team went out to the pub, it was usually Brad and I who sat back and watched, commenting on all the others, neither of us even attempting to pick up girls. I was happy to wait for him to realisewhat he was missing, and I was hoping it would be soon that he’d realisehe was missing me. Being so close to him made it hard for me, real hard.

  ‘Feels good, doesn’t it?’ he said, lying back against the sand, his elbows digging in, his thighs open to the sun as his cock lay thick on the inside of his thigh.

  ‘Yeah, it’s great. Glad you made me come.’ I laughed, more comfortable now that he seemed so relaxed.

  It felt fucking fantastic. The sun bore down on me, over my balls and cock, heating me up, making me hotter and hotter as I snuck longing looks at Brad from behind my sunglasses. More com
fortable now I could see his cock. He was clearly enjoying himself. I licked my lips as I gazed down at his cock. It had grown and I wondered how it would taste to lick his knob, to suck his shaft deep into my throat.

  ‘Check out this guy,’ Brad whispered, as a young Italian stud strode past.

  The guy was dark all over, with a thick black patch of pubic hair covering most of his abdomen and lower regions. His cock hung like a stallion’s, over his huge balls. It preceded him as he walked.

  ‘Show off,’ I laughed.

  ‘Did you see the size of it?’

  Brad was clearly impressed.

  ‘Hmm,’ I muttered, eyeing the guy’s arse as he walked off. ‘His isn’t much bigger than ours.’

  ‘You’ve got to be kidding,’ he said, leaning over to look down at mine. ‘Hey, I never realisedhow big you were, man.’

  I tried to cover up but he slapped my hand away.

  ‘Don’t be embarrassed, man,’ he said. ‘Shit, if mine was that big, I’d be letting everyone see.’

  I jumped up and ran down to the water’s edge. I could barely contain my excitement. My cock was throbbing. Icy cold water splashed against it immediately causing it to shrink down to a more acceptable size. Looking over my shoulder, I saw Brad not far behind me. I dived into a wave and began to swim, enjoying the feel of the water as it glided against me, against my naked flesh.

  Brad caught up and we swam for a while before body surfing back in. The last wave knocked me off balance and as I tried to stand, the receding wave had me toppling over. Laughing, Brad kicked water at me and ran back to our towels. He flopped on top of his, while I trudged up behind him.

  The old couple was in the process of packing up. The rest of the beach was empty from what I could see.

  ‘That felt great,’ Brad said, watching me as I approached.

  ‘Didn’t it, though,’ I said, noting how Brad’s eyes were roaming over my torso before settling on my cock.