Tangled Sheets

by Michael Thomas Ford

  The Italian grinned. “Well,” he said. “They got part of it right. I do have a big one. But I guess it’s not the kind you guys want to see. I’ll just go back and tell the agency to refund your money. Sorry to have wasted your evening.”

  The guy was almost out the door when Ben called him back. “Wait a minute,” he said. “I’d hate to see you lose your money after you came all the way out here. Why don’t you at least let me pay you?”

  “I couldn’t do that,” the man answered. “You guys didn’t get what you ordered. I wouldn’t feel right taking your money unless I did my bit. Thanks anyway.”

  Ben tried again. “Okay,” he said hesitantly. “Um, why don’t you just do part of it. You don’t have to take it all off or anything, just enough so you can collect your pay. Besides, it might give Tom here some ideas about what to do on his wedding night.”

  The man laughed. “Sure,” he said. “I don’t mind if you guys don’t.”

  Ben looked at me, then at Alan and Bill. I didn’t really have any interest in seeing the guy’s act, but Ben seemed insistent on paying him, and I didn’t want to spoil his surprise any more than it already was. “What the hell,” I said. “I might learn something.”

  The man smiled. “Great,” he said. “By the way, my name’s John.”

  Ben and John shook hands. Then John handed Ben a cassette and asked him to put it in the stereo. He took off his jacket and threw it on the couch. Underneath he was wearing a pair of very tight jeans and a white T-shirt. He had a muscular body, and every line and curve was visible through his shirt. He also had a sizable bulge in his pants, the crotch of which was worn smooth.

  Ben turned off the video, put John’s tape in the stereo, and then sat by me on the couch. A slow beat filled the room and John began to move his body with the sound, grinding his hips suggestively and running his hands over his chest. It felt weird watching another guy move like that, as though he was trying to turn me on. But at the same time, it kind of interested me. John had a great body, and there was something about watching him move it like that, so sensuously and gracefully, that held my attention.

  I looked around to see what the other guys were doing. Bill and Alan were watching John, too, from their position on the couch. They looked a little uneasy, but they didn’t say anything. Ben was reclining on the couch next to me, his arm stretched along the back. He had a strange look on his face, but I assumed he was just annoyed at not getting what he’d paid for.

  The music droned on, and John kept dancing. After a few minutes, he tugged his T-shirt out of his jeans and pulled it slowly over his head, giving us the first look at his naked body. Even though I didn’t consider myself an expert on male bodies, I was impressed by what I saw. His chest was perfect, the pecs molded into hard rises of flesh. His dark nipples stood at attention, brown against the tanned background of his body.

  And to my surprise, his chest was covered in a short carpet of black hair. All the male strippers I’d ever seen on television or in movies had hairless bodies, and I assumed that all of them shaved. I always thought it looked odd, big macho guys with their skin bare as a baby’s. But John had a full swatch of beautiful dark fur running over his washboard stomach and disappearing in a tumble into his jeans like a waterfall crashing into a pool.

  John ran his hands through the hair on his chest, stroking it with his big fingers, pinching his tits so that they stood out even farther. He raised one arm behind his head and revealed a glen of the same dark hair, matted slightly with sweat. His bicep bulged out next to his neck as he flexed, the muscles of his chest expanding. He turned his head and began to lick at his arm, his long pink tongue caressing his flesh lovingly. He moved into his armpit, burying his nose in the hair, his mouth sucking hungrily at the sweat.

  I was entranced, watching the big stud enjoying his own masculinity. I began to imagine that it was my nose buried in that damp pit, my tongue running through the thick fur. I thought of what it would be like to feel his nipple between my lips and hear him groan as I sucked on it. My cock began to swell inside my pants, pressing uncomfortably against my fly.

  I repositioned myself so that no one could see my growing excitement. I didn’t know why I was getting all hot and bothered over this guy, and I sure as hell didn’t want my buddies to see me sporting a boner over another man. But a quick glance around the room reassured me that no one was watching me. In fact, Bill, Alan, and Ben all seemed to be staring raptly at John.

  John had finished licking his pit and was dancing again. He was rubbing his crotch suggestively, grabbing a handful and squeezing it tightly. Every so often he stuck his hand down the front of his pants as though he were going to unbutton them. But each time he pulled it away again. I thought for sure that Ben would call off the performance at this point and pay John. But he kept quiet. Bill and Alan too said nothing, sitting on the couch as John moved in front of them.

  John also seemed in no hurry to end the dance. Reaching down, he began to undo the buttons of his fly, one at a time. As each one fell away, more of the rich black hair was revealed, and I waited breathlessly for the moment when his cock would appear. But John turned his back to us. His back was as magnificent as his chest, rippling with muscles as he moved. His shoulders were wide and solid, tapering down to a narrow waist.

  Slowly easing the jeans over his ass, John slid them in one movement down his legs. Underneath he was wearing tight white underwear, the kind that come halfway down the leg. Beneath the field of cotton the globes of his ass swelled out round and full. His thick legs were covered in more of the dark hair, and his calves were rounded and well defined. John turned around and gave us the first real glimpse of what he had in his shorts. The fly of his shorts had two buttons holding it closed, and his cock and balls hung heavily in the pouch, bouncing slightly as he moved his hips. His prick stretched along the left side of his groin, the fat head vaguely outlined.

  By now my cock was at full attention, and I was filled with a yearning I’d never felt before. I desperately wanted to take my cock out and stroke it while I watched John. Having his big piece just out of view yet so far out of reach was driving me crazy. I wanted to drop to the floor and rip his underwear off him so I could get to his fat hose.

  John danced over to where Bill and Alan were sitting on the other couch. Standing in front of Bill, he moved his crotch invitingly, rubbing his hands over it, pulling the waistband down so that the tip of his dick was almost revealed. “Who’s the one getting married?” he asked.

  Everyone looked at me, and I started to protest. But before I could say anything, John had come over and grabbed my hands. I tried to pull away, but his grip was firm. Finally, I stood up, hoping my erection wasn’t too obvious.

  “Help me take these off,” John said, turning around so that his back was to me and moving my hands down to his waist. I tried to say no, but Ben urged me on. “Oh, go on, Tom. You’re going to need all the help you can get tomorrow night. You might as well practice now.”

  I nervously put my hands around John’s waist, feeling the heat of his skin, the muscles of his torso tensing against my fingers. I’d never held another man like this, and I was suddenly overcome by a strong need to take him in my arms, to feel my hands on his chest. Instead, I took hold of his shorts, pulling them slowly down over his ass. As I did, inch after inch of honey-colored skin slipped into view. His ass cheeks were firm, swelling out like twin halves of a perfect peach. And unlike his chest, John’s ass was smooth, the surface of his globes perfectly clean.

  I pushed his shorts down his legs, letting my hands stroke the hard muscle and thick hair as I moved down his thighs. I could feel his cock and balls spring out as the shorts slipped over them, but I was afraid to touch them. While I was getting incredibly turned on by touching him, I didn’t want the other guys to think this was anything more than a joke.

  John stepped out of his underwear and kicked them out of the way. Still with his back to me, he spread his legs and bent over, so th
at his balls hung down between his legs and the rosy pucker of his asshole was inches from my face. The sight of his clean-shaven hole was unbearable, and I didn’t care if he was a man. Without thinking, I put my hands on his beautiful ass, grabbing handfuls of his hot man flesh. Leaning forward, I licked at the smooth skin, letting my mouth move into the valley of his crack. My tongue found its way to the center and sank into the tight folds of John’s hole. Inside it was musky and sweet, enveloping my probing tongue in warm folds.

  John pushed against my face, driving me farther into his chute. As I ate out his ass, his smooth balls hung against my chin, rubbing seductively against my skin, and it occurred to me that this must be the one part of his anatomy he did shave. I moved under him and took one between my lips, letting the heaviness of it sit on my tongue as I sucked gently. I’d had my own nuts sucked many times, but nothing compared to the feeling I got from nuzzling John’s balls, sliding my tongue around them, my lips pressed into the area behind his slick pucker.

  I reached between John’s legs and finally got to touch the prick that had been driving me crazy. John was only half-hard, but even so his cock was impressive. I wrapped my hands around it and stroked the shaft as I mouthed his balls, feeling it fill with heat. When it was fully hard, it stuck out from his body in a straight line. I fisted it as much as I could from behind him, enjoying the feeling of having his long, hard prick in my hand.

  Turning John around, I came face to face with the object of my newfound desires. Erupting from a neatly clipped bush was a thick length of prime cock meat. The skin was the same burnished color as the rest of John, the big head slightly darker. I had never seen another man’s hard prick close up before, and now I had one waiting for me to do whatever I wanted with it.

  I leaned forward and ran my tongue along the length of John’s shaft until I came to the head. I wasn’t entirely sure what to do with it, but I opened my lips and slid as much as I could into my mouth. My jaw ached as I tried to accommodate John’s thickness, but the excitement of giving my first blow job made me determined to make it a good one. I stretched my muscles and swallowed a few inches of the big Italian’s tool, until I just couldn’t take any more.

  John began to rock in and out of my mouth slowly, letting me feel every thrust. I liked the way his skin slid so smoothly and easily over my tongue, the way the head came to rest against my lips when he was almost all the way out. Grabbing his hot ass, I pushed him into me and mouthed him heatedly, slurping at whatever I could take down my throat. John’s hands rested on either side of my head, guiding my movements as he fucked my virgin mouth.

  As I was deep-throating John’s tool, I felt a third hand on my shoulder, and then I remembered the rest of the guys. In my excitement I had forgotten that John and I were not alone in the room. I couldn’t believe I was blowing some guy I’d never seen before in front of the men who were going to be in my wedding tomorrow. I was too embarrassed to look and see who was behind me.

  “Not bad for a beginner,” I heard Ben say. “But maybe it’s time to give someone else a turn at that mouth of yours.”

  Shocked, I let John’s prick fall from my lips and turned around. Ben was standing there completely nude. Out of his clothes, he was stunning. His body was molded to perfection, every muscle defined, every part of him firm. And sticking out from between his legs was a cock bigger than any I’d seen outside a porn video. I couldn’t do anything but stare at it as Ben rubbed the oversized head. I had seen his limp prick, in the showers and locker room, but I’d never imagined it could be so huge when it was worked up.

  Ben reached down and pulled me to my feet. Then he leaned forward and kissed me, his lips closing heatedly around mine. As his tongue slammed into my waiting mouth, his big fingers quickly undid the buttons of my shirt and pulled it off of me. He ran his hands over my chest appreciatively, working his way down into my pants to squeeze my cock.

  “Why don’t we bring this out,” he said, undoing my jeans and pushing them off along with my shorts. Free, my prick stood at attention. I still couldn’t quite believe all of this was happening, and I looked around to make sure it wasn’t all some kind of a dream. Over on the couch, Bill and Alan had taken their cocks out of their pants and were stroking them as they kissed. I watched as my old soccer buddies played with themselves, Bill sliding the skin of his short, fat, uncut tool over the head, Alan with his hand wrapped around a cock that, like its owner, was long and thin.

  Ben led me to the couch and pushed me down on it. Then he straddled me, standing on the cushions with his hands on the wall behind me so that his big boner was aimed at my mouth. It was oozing thick drops of precum from the piss slit, and I licked them up greedily, the salty taste filling my mouth. Opening wide, I slid my lips over my best friend’s prick.

  While Ben slow-fucked my mouth, John knelt between my legs and started to suck my aching cock. His hot mouth slid expertly up and down my shaft, his tongue tickling the tip mercilessly. Each time I felt about to blow my load, he stopped, then began all over again, bringing me to the edge. It was the best blow job I’d ever had, and I knew that nothing any woman did would ever compare to the thrill of having a hot, masculine stud servicing my tool, unless it was the rush I was experiencing having my own mouth wrapped around Ben’s massive crank.

  My nuts were about to explode when John finally stopped. Ben too pulled away from me, leaving me hungry for more of his dick. John went over to where Alan and Bill were going at it on the other couch. By now they had their clothes off, and Alan was busily going down on Bill, slurping noisily at the cock in his mouth while he continued to jerk himself off. John, deciding it was time for another show, knelt behind Alan and spread his ass cheeks. Spitting into his palm, he greased his prick in long strokes while he fingered Alan’s hole. Then he leaned forward and shoved his boner right up Alan’s shitter, putting his hands on Alan’s shoulders to pull himself in.

  I watched John fuck Alan’s ass, the fat cock slipping in and out. Alan continued to suck Bill’s prick as John deep-ended him, moaning loudly whenever John slammed in particularly hard. Seeing my jock buddy getting rammed by the big Italian while he sucked on Bill’s dong made my balls burn. I turned to Ben, who was sitting next to me, also watching the action and jerking off.

  “I want you to do that to me,” I said, looking at his huge piece and wondering how the hell it was going to get inside my cherry ass.

  Ben looked surprised. “Are you sure?” he asked. I nodded, and he smiled. “I was hoping you’d say that.”

  I lay down on the couch and Ben positioned himself between my legs. Spitting into his hand, he rubbed one finger against my hole until it slipped inside. It was uncomfortable at first, but once I relaxed it was wonderful, and soon Ben was thrusting three fingers deep inside me. As I watched the action on the other couch, Ben’s thick fingers worked my chute until I was squirming and begging him to fuck me.

  “Put your cock in,” I said.

  Ben swung my legs over his shoulders and moved forward. When I felt his big head press against me, I thought about asking him to stop. But the moans of pleasure coming from across the room wiped away any hesitations I had. Ben pushed in, and I inhaled sharply as he tore into me, my hands gripping his hairy forearms tightly.

  Once he was in, he waited for a minute until I could get my breath back. Then he began to fuck me, and all I could concentrate on was the incredible waves of pleasure that were moving through me as his tool slid in and out of me, stretching me wider and wider. His fat cock hammering my ass was the most amazing thing I’d ever felt. My prick jumped every time his big head hit my sensitive prostate, and pretty soon I was leaking like a stream from my swollen head.

  I used my own lube to jerk off with as Ben pumped me faster and faster, grunting as he banged my hole. Alan, Bill, and John had come over to stand around the couch, watching as Ben fucked me senseless. They were all fisting their cocks, their hands flying over their meat furiously. Seeing them all beating their joints over my
face turned me on even more, and I reached up and pinched Ben’s big tits in my fingers, twisting them until he groaned.

  Ben increased his thrusts, slamming against me quickly. He was holding my legs wide apart, his fingers clamped around my ankles so that he could hammer my butt. My balls shook every time he plowed into me, and I could feel the pressure building in them. Then he pulled almost completely out and slammed back in again, and I felt his prick tense as he shot deep inside me, his knob spitting again and again into my ass.

  At the same time, John’s prick shot out a thick stream of cum that hit me in the face, soaking my mouth in his rich spunk. I caught as much as I could as it slipped over my lips, sucking in the thick sweetness. Alan was next, his load splashing over my neck. Bill came last, adding his cream to the rivers that coated my body, the ropes that fell from his prick landing on my balls and covering my hand in sticky, wet heat.

  Ben had continued to fuck me after he came, and now I was unable to hold off any longer. Stroking my prick one last time, I emptied my balls, spurting load after load into the air. Drops fell on my face and over my chest as I came again and again, my body shaking from the pleasure of the release.

  Later that night, I lay in bed with Ben, my head on his chest. “There really wasn’t any mistake, was there?” I asked him.

  Ben grinned. “I couldn’t think of any other way to get you into bed,” he said. “John’s a buddy of mine, and I asked him to do this as a favor to me.”

  “Now I know why all of those girlfriends of yours disappeared so quickly. But what about Bill and Alan?”

  “I don’t know what they’re into,” Ben said. “This may have been the one and only time they’ll do it with another guy, although judging from the way they both took John’s prick up their asses later on I’d doubt it. I didn’t really think about them. I just wanted you to know how I felt about you before I didn’t have another chance, that’s all.”