by Jay Starre
Andreas chuckled as he squeezed his knees between Sam’s and pushed his thighs apart, smacking his muscular butt with a gentle swat. “Damn fine butt, my friend. Damn fine. When are you going to finally give it up for me?”
Andreas pressed his crotch into Sam’s ass. Sam felt the stiff pipe Andreas hefted throbbing against his crack even with their clothes still on.
The image from earlier in the day reared up in his mind: Jimmy’s white ass taking that big black cock deep.
“You get plenty of ass, even with that monster dick of yours frightening away the timid ones. Why do you want mine?” Sam had to ask.
“Because you’ve got a damn hot ass,” the retired jock replied with a snicker. He lowered his face and whispered in Sam’s ear. “You know why, buddy. You’re special. Real special. We love you, pal.”
Sam felt tears welling up. “I love you guys too. You know that.”
“So make us happy, now, sweetie, and spread your legs for Big Daddy Bone.”
They both laughed, although Sam’s laughter was a little choked with the tears on his cheeks.
He was crying! That was totally unexpected. Andreas licked at the tears and crooned in his ear. “You’re so damn special. Me and Cole just love you to pieces. I don’t care if I never get to fuck this sweet ass, honestly, as long as you keep on being our best little buddy.”
Sam found himself squirming out of his pants, pushing them down along with his underwear, the weight of Andreas on top of him no impediment in his irresistible urge to feel that pulsing cock against his bare ass.
“My oh my! I guess I’m getting an extra Christmas present,” Andreas whispered as he helped drag down Sam’s clothes and squirmed out of his own. With one hand flying, Sam yanked open the nightstand drawer and fished out lube and a condom.
Andreas laughed as he took the offering and rubbered up. Sam squirmed around under him, heaving up his muscular butt, gasping at the feel of all that thick flesh as it rubbed against his naked skin. He was suddenly so ferociously excited; he could feel his nervous hole pouting outward in lusty anticipation of what was to come.
“Here it is, sweetheart. You got to swallow it on your own, I can’t force it up there or it will hurt like hell… ooohhhhhh… yeah… that’s it!”
Sam reared up and back and grabbed hold of that apple-sized cock-head with his eager ass and just sucked it right in. The sensation was awesome. Pushing out and back, he gulped up the entire head and kept on going. He raised his hips up off the bed and wriggled his butt in circles, corkscrewing backward to swallow more and more cock— even though it seemed to be more than he’d ever taken. Ever in his life.
“Fuck, buddy! Fuck! You’re unbelievable,” Andreas groaned out.
They were in the midst of it when the door opened, the noise from the party intruding briefly, then abruptly ceasing as the door closed.
Sam really didn’t care who it was. Nothing was about to stop him from getting fucked! He squirmed around under Andreas like a wild man, driving up against the lean body, taking the cock deeper with every heave.
“Isn’t that sweet! The two hot studs I love most, having a great time at my New Year’s Eve party!”
It was Cole! A moment later, Sam felt the redhead’s warm, lush body sliding onto the bed beside them. He turned his head to gaze into the most beautiful green eyes.
“You’re making my big black boyfriend very happy tonight,” Cole murmured. His hand slid down to Sam’s ass and into his heaving crack. “Wow! I admire your talent, honey!”
Now Sam had to laugh. With tears drying on his face, he took that huge black cock up his ass and used one arm to pull Cole close and kiss his pretty pink lips.
They kissed while Andreas fucked his ass. It was amazing, truly amazing.
No thoughts of Jimmy intruded. He was totally into the moment. His best friend’s huge cock drove in and out of his willing asshole. His other best friend’s moist mouth sucked on his.
When Andreas pumped a load of cum deep into Sam, Cole kissed him deeply while he squirted his own load all over the bed. Sam didn’t know if he’d ever felt so thoroughly and satisfyingly fucked before.
“It’s New Year’s Eve, and we have a houseful of folks to entertain. Enough fucking and kissing,” Cole announced as he rose from the bed with a grin.
“Yes, sir!” Andreas replied, slower to rise and reluctant to abandon the ass he’d been dying to fuck for so long.
“Don’t worry, honey! That butt ain’t going nowhere. He’s a keeper. Isn’t that right, Sam?”
Sam rolled over to look up at his two best friends. They looked back at him with such honest affection that he felt tears welling up again.
“Yeah. For sure. I’m a keeper.”
The party welcomed them back into its chaotic embrace as if nothing dramatic had happened to alter Sam’s life. He managed to act as if that was true, until he found himself sharing a New Year’s Eve kiss at midnight with Cole and Andreas, all three of them in a warm embrace, oblivious to their surroundings.
Jimmy was nowhere to be seen. Most likely, his hungry white ass had a cock up it, welcoming in the New Year.
Sam wasn’t sure what would happen next. He imagined that he and Cole and Andreas would go on as best friends. He was sure of that much, and he was sure of the love he felt for them.
As Cole had said earlier, wasn’t that what mattered most?
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About the Author
A writer, actor, and personal trainer, Jay Starre once owned a horse ranch in the rugged interior of British Columbia. Jay now pumps out gay erotica from his downtown apartment in Vancouver, British Columbia, only two blocks from the beach. He won second place in the 2002 Mr. BC Leather Contest and was nominated for a 2003 Spectrum Award for one of his gay-themed science fiction stories. He takes advantage of the mild Vancouver weather by cycling and hiking nearly every day.
You can e-mail Jay at [email protected].
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Cabin Fever Over the Holidays ©Copyright Jay Starre, 2009
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Released in the United States of America
December 2009
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