by Zack
Luke understood the craving he had engendered and rapidly brought his fuck to a heated fever pitch and with each powerful thrust grunted breathy endearments in Brad’s ear to let him know how well he was doing. “Aww, you’re a … beautiful fuck. Just the best … so tight … yes, yes … clasp my dick … with your muscles …”
In turn, Brad encircled Luke’s strong forearms and exerted extra leverage to buck himself on the meaty weapon that impaled him. Luke slid his left hand down under Brad’s grasp and took the boy’s hard cock in his fist. He rubbed his thumb across the pre-cum-slick sensitive tip and then jerked the shaft, alternating the action with a stroke over the constricted balls. Their joint rhythm grew frenzied.
“Oh, Luke I’m coming … oh fuck, I’m gonna shoot … nowww …”
Luke’s eyes glazed over with the power of his imminent orgasm, but he still managed to roll them both over until he was almost underneath Brad, freeing the boy’s tortured cock to shoot ropes of pearly cum into the air to land on his chest and stomach. Then Luke felt the delicious pressure from his cramp-curled toes to the top of his burning head. And then he let go and shot his load explosively.
Luke wanted his creamy jism to go on filling Brad’s hot insides forever and Brad must have felt the same way. “Stay in me,” he murmured, and gripped his ass muscles tight as a clam around Luke’s meaty dick.
Luke responded with languorous cock movements while held Brad close in his arms, one hand idly stroking the boy’s still hard dick. Brad clenched on Luke again when he started to pull out of his ass. Luke cuffed his ear gently, and then eased himself out from under. He leaned down and licked at the cum pooled in Brad’s navel. He looked up from under lowered lashes, a strand of jizz trailing from his tongue. Brad was fascinated.
“Didn’t they make you take it at the interview?”
“No, just screwed me. Do you like doing that?”
“You never tasted your own?”
Brad shook his head. “Is it nice?”
“Mmm … trust me, when you’ve tasted cum as good as this, you’ll be addicted.”
Luke was amazed to find that within seconds of his licking, Brad’s cock was stiff again.
“Boy! You sure learn fast. I should save it though, there’s a whole load of guys down there who will take a lot of satisfying. Do you think you’re ready for them now?”
“I don’t know what to say, Luke. I wish … well that the first time could have been like this.” He squirmed to turn his head and looked into Luke’s eyes with a shy smile, and then whispered in a seductive voice, “How can I thank you?”
Luke barked a short laugh. “Don’t. Just save some of that meat for me if you can. I’ll show you how to fuck real man-ass instead of a girl next time.”
“Wow man, I could take anything on now.”
He leaped from the bed, thrust his hips forward suggestively, and began a mock jerk-off of himself.
Luke laughed again. “You may have to. Let’s go and get slammed.”
Brad was obviously feeling cockily confident because all he put on was a jock strap and he didn’t bother to wipe the cum off his belly Luke had missed.
Luke decided to go one better than any of them and took the leather harness from his carry-on bag that had so interested the security guy at JFK. The leather strap attached to it ran up the center of his stomach and divided just below his pecs. The two sections passed over his shoulders and joined again half way down his back. The strap then narrowed as it passed through his crack under his crotch to join the cock ring behind his balls. He slipped it on and pulled the fastenings tight so that his long semi-hard cock arched into the air. Brad watched him wide eyed.
“Never seen anything like this?”
Brad shook his head. “How on earth did you get that through the airport?” Brad wondered.
“Don’t ask.” Luke laughed. “It’s a long story…well, at least seven inches long.” As he ran his hands quickly over his body, settling into the harness, he could the see the youngster was getting a hard-on again.
“Time to go.” He urged him out of the room before Brad started getting any ideas.
CHAPTER SEVEN
The Slick Flavor of Wrestling
Feeling invigorated after a bout of loving rather than raucous sex, Luke strode down the stairs, proud of this display of his brawny body, enjoying the feel of the tight leather and metal on his skin. He was more than a bit disappointed however when he stepped through the curtain to find that instead of all the heads swinging around to take him in, most of the beefcake was congregated around one of the tables, and whatever was taking place there had all their attention. Might as well warm up first, he thought, and went over to the bar and took a few long swigs from a bottle of rum he found there, then he carried the bottle over to the throng.
The hunky bodies were packed shoulder to shoulder, two deep, and Luke had to force his way in and make room for Brad to slip under his arm. In front of him, partly blocking his view, was a guy wearing a jock strap. The revealed ass looked inviting, so he pressed his naked cock against it and peered around the man’s beefy neck. Sensing the intrusion—and wriggling Brad at his side trying to get through to the front to see what was interesting everyone—he twisted his head and grinned at Luke, then reached down and tucked the cock between his thighs and turned back.
The center of everyone’s attention lay stretched out on the table, his legs dangling over the edge from the knees. Luke recognized the young buck who was getting beer guzzled off his cock when they had arrived. Since he was clearly the first to get hammered out of his brain, the group had decided to use him for their evening’s first entertainment. One naked recruit knelt over the guy’s face, his swollen dick rammed into the gaping mouth, while a second tried to pour beer in what was left free at the corner of his lips. Since his mouth was pretty fully engaged, most of the liquor ran in streams down his chin and cheeks.
Occasionally the face fucker ceased his pumping, slapped the buck’s soaked face, and dangled his balls in the resulting spray of beer. Balanced precariously over the edge of the table with his back to the audience, another recruit straddled the buck’s loins, happily impaled on his cock which, in spite of buckeroo’s drunken state, still managed a respectable wood. The third guy pumped himself slowly up and down, and Luke saw that ecstasy wreathed his face whenever he swiveled his head around in Luke’s direction. Laughter and shouted encouragement reverberated from the low rafters overhead, and then a fourth recruit broke from the ring and darted in just as the self-fucker paused at the top of his stroke. With buckeroo’s cock almost free, the newcomer ducked between the buck’s dangling legs and bent under the third guy’s ass to suck greedily at the buck’s exposed cock and balls.
The jostling, sweating recruits around the table jeered and shouting at the fivesome. Almost to a man, those still wearing pants had them undone to release their straining erections. Some jacked themselves or were being jerked by a neighbor from behind.
The mouth fucker suddenly grunted and jetted his load into the buck’s mouth and immediately got off him, not bothering to wipe the gobs of cum off his cock. Another recruit leaped onto the table and took over, while yet another, ready to shoot, stood on a bench and jetted over the others to deafening cheers from the gathering. The buck’s body spasmed and he shot his load up the ass sitting on his cock, and when the recruit climbed down grinning happily, a tall lithe black guy lifted the buck’s legs up, bent him over, and began to fuck him vigorously.
Luke hadn’t seen or taken part in an orgy like this for a long time. His brain was fuzzy with lust as well as from the effects of the rum he was swigging continuously without conscious thought. But he was aware of pumping his stiff tool between the thighs of the jock in front of him. He reached around with his free hand and groped in the jock strap, pulled out the hard meat and stroked it firmly. The jock unloaded quickly, spurting ropes of cum over the short pants in front of him.
On the table, two recruits gave it to the n
early exhausted buck and jizzed his mouth and ass almost at the same time. When they staggered off him, the rest of the group quickly lost interest and began to drift away. The sweaty, sticky body lay there, arms and legs out flung in complete abandonment. A moment later a drunken cum-gurgled snore came from him as he drifted off into oblivion.
Luke had lost Harry and Brad. He looked around blearily for them and saw the youngster deep in conversation with Jim at the bar. From the arms wrapped around each other’s shoulders it looked like there would be no more problems there. Harry, however, was nowhere to be seen and Luke guessed he was getting off in one of the rooms upstairs.
He walked over to the bar to get some more rum, his still erect meat waving from side to side. There were a few whistles at this unabashed display and one chunky, hairy recruit with a close-trimmed beard made a grab at him. Luke feinted and took up a mock defensive posture. They circled each other. Luke rushed him and they grappled briefly in a struggle to see who could squeeze the tightest. Their cocks were jammed between their bodies and they ground them into each other. After a minute both men were puce in the face from the exertion and they declared a truce and broke apart with wide grins.
This brief tussle gave somebody an idea, for a voice shouted out, “Hey Jimbo, let’s see you and Sam wrestle. The loser gets fucked by us all.”
It turned out that Jimbo was the big Jamaican guy who had screwed the buck on the table. “Okay, what do you say Sam?” he called across the room. Sam pushed away from the bar. He was about the same height as Jimbo but instead of the latter’s ripped bulging torso he had a long, lean perfectly V-shaped torso with the muscle lying close against his frame.
“S’fine by me. Someone get some oil.”
The fucked-out sleeper on the table was hauled off and unceremoniously dumped in a corner, and a space cleared in the center of the room. The recruits formed a circle and the two wrestlers stepped into the ring. Sam stripped off his shorts and was handed a bottle of coconut oil.
“Okay, you fucken shitheads, let’s have some greasers here,” he ordered.
Luke was amazed to see Brad step forward and take the bottle, pour out a handful, and set to work on Sam’s body. From the way he worked with his hands, sensually and efficiently massaging every sun-tanned contour, it was clear that he’d done this kind of thing before. Luke made a mental note to ask the boy about his gym experiences—perhaps there was more than that “comparing fit physiques” he’d mentioned.
No one came forward to oil up Jimbo—all their eyes were on Brad and his hands, so Luke, having a hankering for a feel of the big black man’s body, stepped into the ring and took the bottle from Brad’s slippery hands.
The big Jamaican stood proudly, legs apart and hands on his hips while Luke set to work on his shoulders and pecs. So close, he could smell his animal heat like an aphrodisiac, and he tingled at the feel of the slightly rough, hot skin sliding under his hands. He worked down the body until he was on his knees in front of the man’s nine inches of loosely hanging cock. With the tips of his fingers he massaged the oil into the bush of crinkly hair working down onto the low-hanging balls. He poured a pool of oil into the palm of one hand and let the balls dangle in it as he worked with his other hand.
The erotic play aroused Jimbo and Luke felt his balls begin to contract and saw the cock twitching to a stand. He grasped it with both greasy hands and started to slide them up and down feeling the weapon rapidly harden and the short foreskin pull back from the glans. The rigid meat was the better part of a foot long now and he teased the back of the exposed cock head with his fingers. Jimbo set his hips into a slow gyrating movement as Luke transferred his attention to Jimbo’s ass. He oiled up the crack and slipped his fingers and thumb past the rippled asshole. Jimbo squatted slightly to allow Luke more access and the sides of his ass cheeks hollowed and relaxed rhythmically as Luke worked the hole with a slight twist of bunched fingers with each upward thrust.
After a minute of this, Luke moved his hands to grease Jimbo’s sinewy thighs and powerfully convex calves. Then he stood up, backed off a couple of steps, and cocked his head to admire his handiwork, which stood out proudly from the glistening ebony body. A jerking pulse echoed each heartbeat.
Jimbo regarded Luke expressionlessly, but then a sneaky and slow smile creased his generous lips, which parted to reveal startlingly white teeth. Keeping his eyes fixed on Luke’s smug face, he growled out in a deep, vibrant voice loud enough for those around to hear. “The next time you do that for me, boy—and I promise you will—I’m goin to plow your furrow until you scream for mercy … and I’ll be real slow in showing any of that.”
As the recruits laughed and somebody shouted “do it now,” Luke looked at the weapon and believed the man.
Brad had obviously also done his work well, for Sam’s meat stood as erect as Jimbo’s. Luke and Brad rejoined the group and Luke noticed that Harry had reappeared. As they closed he could see two livid red lines across Harry’s chest and his semi-hard cock was still slicked, glistening in the bar’s low light.
“You been in the wars already, buddy?” he asked.
“You could say that.” Harry grinned, but any further information was abruptly cut off by the roar from the packed recruits as the two wrestlers began to circle each other, bent low, hands spread wide in front of them. After a minute’s feinting, they rushed each other and their bodies met with a greasy slap. They grappled tightly, muscles taut with the effort, each fighting to kick the other’s legs from under him. The recruits, depending on which of the two they wanted to fuck afterward, yelled and roared their encouragement or derision.
They were well-matched—Jimbo with his enormous strength and Sam with his more athletic body, able to wriggle and avoid tight holds. For tense minutes, encouraged by the rowdy audience, the two men wrestled, entwined in a furious battle for domination. At times it seemed as though they were only a single form. The low lights of the bar winked and flashed from a tangled coil of bunching, black and white muscle. But then Jimbo managed to push Sam’s head under his arm and pinned him tightly to his side. The titanic struggle hovered in the balance as Sam writhed in the grip, desperately trying to free himself from the vise-like lock on his neck.
Then Jimbo’s greater strength told. He reached down with one long arm, grabbed Sam’s crotch from behind, and hauled his legs off the ground. At the same instant he let go his hold on Sam’s head and dropped him flat on the floor with a thump that rattled bottles on the bar shelves. Before Sam could recover, the big Jamaican was on him. He grabbed Sam’s neck and forced his face into the floor.
It was Sam’s mistake that he tried to escape by humping himself off the floor with his legs, which raised his ass. Jimbo fell on him expertly and rammed his great weapon into him. He let the weight of his fall carry his veined tree trunk of a boner in to the hilt. Cheers and boos filled the room as Jimbo savagely fucked and Sam, who cried out. He clawed the floor in a vain attempt to free himself. They bucked and shuddered like a dog shaking a rain-drenched coat, and splattered sweat droplets over everyone in close range.
Then Sam surrendered. Jimbo grasped him around the waist and stood up to display his impaled opponent arched back across his chest, arms spread wide. He made on whole turn of the room to display his cock-hung trophy. Then he grabbed at the back of Sam’s knees, yanked his legs up to his chest, and finished his fuck standing up. Sam looked like a mounted ornament hung from a coat hook.
When Jimbo was done, two recruits pulled Sam off his meaty stake and laid him on the floor. Inside of ten minutes Sam had been fucked by a dozen of the recruits, some for only a few seconds, for the fun of it, others to the completion of a wracking orgasm. Sam soon gave up reacting, apparently happy to let any of the recruits have their way with him. Soon, his ass and the back of his legs were a hot sticky mess.
The room was a thrashing orgy now, a hydra-headed monster of black, white, and brown arms, thighs, and legs. The bar’s thick musky atmosphere ripened with the odo
rs of sweat, cum, beer, exotic liquors, and piss.
Staggering from one sex knot to the next, Luke was almost blind drunk, a rum bottle in one hand, his mouth smeared with the jism of forgotten numbers of spurting cocks. He shook his head, trying to recall some important item that he had to take care of. Vaguely, it came to him. He remembered his promise to let Brad fuck him and looked around the heaving mass of bodies. Then he saw that Jim was already inside the boy. For a brief moment he drunkenly considered joining them, but then thought better of it and decided instead to take his turn on Sam. He staggered across the slippery floor, dropped to all fours and crawled over to the fallen wrestler, climbed onto the unresisting ass and shoved his meat in. He shook with delight at the ease with which it slid into the cum-lubricated asshole.
He had barely managed to mix his load with those of the previous fuckers when he slumped unconscious over Sam’s slumbering form.
CHAPTER EIGHT
Just a Little Trick
Luke swam very slowly to consciousness. A nameless noise boomed echoingly in his head. He thought his brain was about to burst out of its case. He tried opening his eyes but they seemed to be stuck together. Tried his mouth instead, but with no greater success. His mouth tasted like a cesspit, his tongue felt as if belonged to something else—a whale, perhaps—swollen to fill his mouth and putrefying.
He gave up and lay there for a few minutes, waiting for the hollow crashing waves in his head to die down. It sounded like a storm-tossed sea heard through a sewer pipe. After what seemed like an age, he managed to raise a hand to his face and rub the crusts from his eyes, then open them cautiously. He blinked against the glare of sunlight splashing through the one small window set high in the wall.
The cracked ceiling of the bunk room gradually came into focus and he began to remember the wild events of the night before. The last thing he recalled was the wet gloppy feeling of Sam’s ass as he sank inside him. His crotch tingled at the memory. At least part of me still functions. With a great effort managed to raise himself onto an elbow.
