Wild Boys

by Richard Labonté

  Scott moved aside and separated Tim’s asscheeks. Ken dropped down and placed the head of his soaked cock into the opening. Hands free, he simply pushed forward, spearing Tim slowly.

  The fucker and the fuckee vocalized in unison, Ken exhaling his appreciation while Tim gasped his. Ken looked down and took in the visual of his cock embedding itself into the hairy crevasse his boyfriend held open for him. Ken rebounded as soon as he was all the way in and immediately began riding Tim’s ass.

  Scott massaged Tim’s glutes, separating and bringing the cheeks together in time with Ken’s thrusts. He and Ken sucked face while Ken kept up his pelvic motion. Ken thought it incredible to be experiencing the joy of his lover’s kiss while his dick was being engulfed by Tim’s tight, warm insides.

  “It’s good, right?” Scott asked him. “He’s got a beautiful ass.”

  “He’s fucking gorgeous,” Ken confessed.

  “Fuck me, hot Ken,” Tim said softly.

  Tim reached his hands back and placed them on his ass, finding Scott’s hands. Ken placed his hands there, too, and the three intertwined their fingers. Tim was put at ease by the gentle contact of the two men he was completely opening himself up to, and he felt a lump in his throat. Ken was only the second man who had ever entered him…and it seemed more intense than his relations with his ex. There was something magical about giving in to a man based on absolute trust in another man’s judgment of character. If Ken was wonderful for Scott, then he was wonderful for Tim. And from the more lustful perspective, it was just hot permitting the use of his fuck hole to two hairy hunks as he played a side role in their love for each other.

  Scott stood and inched his cock into his boyfriend’s mouth so Ken could prep him for his turn. When he was good and wet, Ken pulled out of Tim and stepped aside. Scott swiftly mounted his friend, and then just stayed in his anal embrace for a moment. He draped himself over Tim’s back and whispered in his ear, “It’s me, kooky bear.”

  “Make me feel good, Scott,” Tim requested.

  With total understanding, Scott took things up a notch, not holding back as Ken had. Tim wanted to be fucked by a bear. Fucked good and hard. Scott began pouncing on him, nailing his body into the couch. Fucking like an animal, basically.

  Tim began whimpering as he felt his tunnel being intruded mercilessly. Scott’s cock was creating a burning friction within him. He’d wanted this for so long, imagined sacrificing himself to Scott, having Scott’s solid furry frame plastered to his. The combination of Scott’s sexual experience and knowledge of Tim’s desires were making for a fuck Tim had never fathomed. He was on an emotional and physical high, and his balls felt like they were on fire.

  “Oh god Sco-oo-oo-ot, that’s so-oo-oo-oo go-oo-oo-oo-oo-od!” Tim nearly sobbed as he edged toward emotional and erotic euphoria, his sustained tone skipping with each of Scott’s repeated crash landings on his pelvis.

  Behind them, Ken witnessed about four years of pent-up barbaric hunger being unleashed, and it was breathtaking. He began to masturbate.

  “I want to look at you,” Scott finally broke in as Tim’s cries of pleasure reached a fevered pitch. Scott pulled out, and got onto his back on the couch, with his legs hanging off the edge. He held his cock up.

  Tim climbed on, slipping all the way down to Scott’s balls, then tightened and loosened his anal muscles without moving. He reached out and stroked Scott’s beard.

  Scott smiled without saying anything. They just stared at each other, not allowing any awkwardness to creep in. Tim dropped onto him and held him. Scott could feel tremors running through Tim’s small physique.

  Ken positioned himself behind them. He’d smeared his own precum over the head of his dick. He got down, lifted his partner’s legs as much as he could without interfering with their positioning, and licked Scott’s asshole a few times. Then he placed the head of his cock against Scott’s pulsing opening, and allowed it to slip in. He slowly fucked Scott, lying on Tim’s back as Tim and Scott began to share their deepest, longest kiss ever.

  Tim reached in between his and Scott’s stomachs so he could masturbate. The sweaty, hair-matted torsos of both bears were sandwiching him together, and with Scott parked way up inside him, he had never felt such ecstasy in his life.

  “I love you so much,” Tim said to Scott, and then panted with each expulsion of cum that landed on Scott’s belly—and as far up as his chin.

  “I love you too,” Scott responded, and as Tim’s ass clamped down with each ejaculation, Scott let his own climax pour forth, filling Tim.

  Ken withdrew from Scott, and without removing himself from Tim’s back, he yanked himself to climax. His cum spurted onto the top center of Tim’s parted cheeks and slid its way down and around Scott’s cock as if to cement it within Tim’s opening.

  The three lay crushing each other, syncing the rise and fall of their breathing, sucking in the damp scent of sweat and sex.

  As the silence descended, Tim suddenly spoke. “I can’t believe you two would take advantage of me at such a vulnerable time in my life.” His charming mischievous grin spread across his face.

  Scott looked over Tim’s shoulder at Ken, and they both grinned.

  “He’s such a little bitch,” Scott panted.

  None of the three was ready yet to get out of their cramped, sticky situation. They wanted to linger in the memory of what had just…happened.

  SPIT SHINE

  C. C. Williams

  What’s the matter, Dan?” Ryan paused the Xbox, stilling a zombie in mid-explosion. “You’re pacing like a caged lion.” His blue eyes gleamed, filled with concern. At twenty-one, Ryan was really still just a pup, growing into his paws. And like a puppy, he was young, adorable and eager to please—or to follow any command I might give him.

  I grabbed a handful of his straw-colored hair and messed up the carefully faux-hawked look, making him appear even more irresistibly boyish.

  “It’s nothing.” I ducked, evading his attempt at revenge. “Just the usual Sunday evening blues: I’m thinking about the Myerson prosecution and really not looking forward to heading into the office tomorrow.”

  “Then don’t think about it!” He shrugged, turning back to the undead invasion. Employing a machete and Uzi, he cleared the level. “You want to fuck?”

  Slightly amazed, I looked up from the crossword I was trying to finish. “Ryan! For crissakes! You spent half of the night handcuffed to the bed, and I screwed the living daylights out of you in the shower this morning! How much more sex can your ass take, anyway?”

  Ryan shot me a bad-boy leer. “My ass can handle anything you can dish out, stud. What do you say we put in some porn? I got a new DVD with those hot Czech twins! Yummy!”

  Over the years I’ve found it rarely pays to let your lover get too cocky. “Maybe later.” I pretended to stifle a yawn. “I’ve got to polish my shoes for the morning.”

  “I’ll get the polish,” Ryan offered—a hint of mischief sparking in his eye. Something was up—Ryan and manual labor rarely occupied the same piece of space-time. Abandoning the video game, he vanished from the family room. Returning from the bedroom, he confirmed my suspicions—he’d changed out of the jeans and button-down shirt he’d worn to brunch. Dressed only in a torn, gray T-shirt, white Jockey shorts, and a pair of dirty gym socks, he looked hot as hell.

  “Something tells me—”

  “Shh!” Ryan held a finger to his lips. Favoring me with a view of his tight ass, he rummaged under the kitchen sink and came up with the cardboard box I keep filled with various pastes and waxes. “One shoeshine coming up!”

  He beamed, quite pleased with himself. After spreading out some old newspapers on the kitchen floor right under my feet, he searched through the shoeshine box for the black polish. “You might have to remind me how this is done,” he warned me. “It’s been a while.”

  Curious to see just exactly where all this was leading, I decided to play along with his game. “All right, first you have to get
all the dirt off.”

  Immediately, Ryan dropped to his knees and began licking my black penny loafers.

  I watched silently, not sure how to respond to him on all fours giving my shoes a thorough tonguing. We’d never done anything like this before—role-playing had always struck me as silly. Still, the sight of my boyfriend, wrapping his hot, wet tongue around my size-thirteen loafers, his Jockey-clad butt sticking straight up in the air, was proving to be a major turn-on for me. I rubbed the growing bulge in my jeans with the palm of one hand while my other hand inched its way underneath my T-shirt toward my left nipple. I was seriously aroused.

  Ryan lapped at my shoes, working for a good five minutes. “Guess they’re clean now, huh?” As proof, he stuck out his tongue. The sight of his luscious mouth, now black with grime, drove the air from my lungs and all my blood to my crotch. Instantly, my dick was rock hard and filled out the tightly packed crotch of my jeans.

  “Now I suppose I apply the polish.” Ryan grinned up at me, his head cocked to the side. What a pup!

  “Dry them off first,” I ordered. “Otherwise the polish won’t adhere well.” I figured what the hell! If we were going to do this, we might as well do it right.

  Grabbing hold of his tattered shirt, Ryan ripped the T-shirt off, exposing his tanned smooth chest. Tearing the grungy rag into thirds, he went to work, drying my left loafer while I worked my right foot up between his legs. His cock stood upright, stretching the pee-stained cotton of his shorts. I pushed my heel firmly against his stiff dick.

  Ryan moaned softly. “Yeah, work my dick for me!” He pressed his crotch even harder against the sole of my shoe. It was a ball buster for me to see the fucker so horny. I was only too happy to oblige.

  Still, a little discipline never hurt anyone. “Keep your mind on your work, boy,” I warned, removing my foot.

  I allowed him to dry off my right shoe while I searched out his asshole with the tip of the other. Ryan loved nothing more than getting royally fucked and he ground his ass against the toe of my loafer, trying his best to get his butthole to accommodate my shoe. He would have managed it if only his underwear hadn’t been blocking access to his hole.

  “Enough!” I roared. “Get out the polish!”

  Like a good little sub, Ryan obeyed instantly, climbing down off my shoe and breaking open a brand new tin of polish. Taking a scrap of his T-shirt, he dipped it into the can and wiped a large gob of the stuff on each shoe.

  “Not so much,” I reprimanded. “You’ll make a mess.”

  The tension in my balls was getting to be too much for me. I ripped open the fly of my Levi’s and freed my cock and balls. My dick—eight and a half inches of manmeat—dripped precome. Using my spunk for lube, I began stroking the shaft slowly, thoroughly enjoying myself.

  Ryan, realizing what I was doing, looked up expectantly, as he spread polish across each shoe. He eyed my hard-on, licking his lips. “How about letting me spit-shine that thing?”

  “Not a chance,” I replied. Sadistically I held out on the boy, teasing him first. I stroked toward him, letting my hard cock snap back against my abs. “First you have to finish the job you started!”

  “Bastard!” he jeered with a cocky smile. “All right then, what do I do next?” Ryan, who has spent his entire life in sneakers, honestly didn’t know.

  “Next you take a rag and buff them. That takes off the excess polish and brings up the shine.”

  He started to reach for another strip of his T-shirt but then stopped. Holding himself up on his hands and toes like he was doing push-ups, he maneuvered his Jockeys directly over my shoes. Very slowly he lowered his crotch onto the wax-covered leather.

  “Let me know if I’m not doing this right,” he whispered. His voice took on that deep, husky quality that meant he was really turned on. Then the fucker started humping my shoes.

  Christ, what a hot sight! My blond bottom ground his dick all over my big feet, his bubble butt twisting every which way in an effort to reach every square inch of leather. His hard-on pressed against the arch of my foot, and his breathing grew more and more labored. He was really getting into it.

  Ryan’s arousal fired mine even more. My cock was so stiff that it hurt.

  “Get up, boy!”

  Instantly he complied, standing only inches from where I sat with my dick in my hand. His rock-hard cock tented the front of his briefs, trying to pierce the polish-stained fabric. The gray cotton stretched to the point where it looked like it was ready to burst. His shorts were filthy. Smears of shoe polish covered his belly and thighs as well. My slave boy looked disgusting—and extremely fuckable. “You did a good job, boy. Now I want to get off. Go get a condom.”

  Ryan bent over, reached into one of his socks and pulled out a package of condoms.

  “Smart boy! Go ahead and slip one on me.”

  Tearing open the packet, he rolled the latex down over the head of my swollen dick. Once the head was covered, I pushed his hands away and shoved his head down into my crotch. “Roll the rest of it down with your mouth, boy. That shouldn’t be a problem for you—you’ve got one hell of a talented tongue.”

  Dropping to his knees between my legs, Ryan did as he was told, taking almost all of my cock down his eager throat with no sign of discomfort. It was only the last half-inch or so that gave him any trouble.

  “Come on, my little cocksucker,” I urged. Holding his head down with my hands, I wasn’t about to let him quit at this point. “Just relax and take it nice and slow. Let it slide right down. Easy does it. There you go.”

  After a couple of minutes, he got the hang of it. I let him deep-throat me, relishing the feel of his tongue as it teased the base of my shaft. After a while I pulled him off and made him concentrate on my balls.

  “Yeah, lick my balls. Wash those nuts real good for me. Make’em shine, fucker. Goddamn, you got one hell of a mouth on you, boy. You really know how to get me off.”

  It took some doing, but in time Ryan managed to ease both of my aching balls into his mouth. I let him enjoy himself until I decided it was time to change course. I grabbed him by his hair and yanked his head back until he was looking me straight in the eye. “Back on your feet,” I ordered.

  He knew what was coming, and he scrambled to obey me.

  “Turn around and bend over, boy.”

  “Yes, Sir!” he cried, turning his back and spreading his legs especially wide. His melon-shaped buns screamed for attention—I couldn’t resist.

  Pressing my face down into his crack, I inhaled deeply, taking in his scent. Fresh sweat from his body and stale BO from his Jockeys wreathed me, triggering some primal piece of my brain. Salivating, I chewed on the thin cloth and began to eat his ass through the smelly shorts. Fucking him with my tongue, I dug as hard and as deep as I could through the funky cotton, getting him good and ready.

  Ryan moaned and groaned, pushing his ass hard against my face. I could tell my boy was having one hell of a good time and was all set for the main event.

  I stood up and grabbed hold of his waist, pulling him hard against me. My dick pressed right up against his asshole. “You’re going to get screwed, boy, and you’re going to love it. Is that understood?”

  “Yes, Sir!” he replied, squirming with anticipation. “Please, Sir, fuck the hell out of me!”

  I reached for the waistband of his shorts, but paused. Those sweaty, piss- and polish-stained briefs were really turning me on and, I strongly suspected, Ryan as well. Why take them off? Feeling out Ryan’s hole, I dug into the fabric with my fingers and ripped a hole just large enough for my cock. Perfect.

  Leaning forward I rasped in his ear. “I’m giving you a choice: spit, shoe polish, or no lube whatsoever. What’s it gonna be?”

  I hoped to god he’d have the sense not to choose the polish. I didn’t want any of that messy crap on my dick.

  Ryan deliberated. “Spit,” he decided with a nod. “Polish might lube it up too much. I earned this fuck. I want to make damn sure I
feel it—every goddamned inch of it!”

  I slapped his asscheeks with a resounding smack. “Don’t worry about that,” I assured him. “You’re going to feel this one for sure!”

  Spitting a gob of saliva into the palm of my hand, I allowed most of it to drip through my fingers and down onto his thighs. I rubbed the very last bit into the crack of his ass, being careful not to let any of it get too close to his pulsing hole.

  “All right?”

  “Aw, no, please!”

  “What’s the matter?” I jeered. Reaching around, I started twisting and pulling on his sensitive nipples. “Afraid you can’t take it?”

  “You bastard! I said I wanted it to hurt a little—not put me in the hospital! You could at least stick a finger up there first!”

  “Aw, don’t be such a crybaby!” Without any warning, I grabbed hold of his hips and plunged my cock straight through the rip in his shorts and deep into his un-lubed asshole.

  Ryan howled with pain and made a desperate attempt to break free of my grip. I wasn’t going to have any of that, however. Wrapping one arm tight around his waist and pressing my other hand between his shoulder blades, I kept him bent over as I started to fuck his ass.

  “You fucker!” he screamed. “Come on, Dan. Pull out! God damn you! You know my ass can’t take that dick dry!”

  “You can take it all right,” I shot back. “In fact, you don’t have any choice in the matter. Now beg me to fuck you! Come on, I want to hear you beg for it.”

  “No fucking way!” Ryan continued to resist, struggling against my grip. “You son of a bitch! Ow! Cut that out, man! Shit!”

  Moving a hand to his groin, I wrapped my fingers around his nuts and pulled tight, stretching his ball sac by a good inch. “Beg for it, fuck face, or you can kiss these balls good-bye!”

  “Shit, man, let go! Honest! All right, anything!” Ryan panted, his voice rough. “Please! Please fuck me! Fuck my poor ass! Plow it! God, anything, just let…go…of…my…balls!”