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Having Fun with Some College Boys

First part

My buddy Rick showed up unexpectedly in Las Vegas where I worked for some business of his own. You may have heard of Rick Eastling if you followed college football about six years ago. Rick Eastling was THE quarterback the sports world was hot for. Superb all around stats, well known as an excellent team captain and all around good guy with a great personality; Rick was one of those easy going jocks that everyone liked, even with grades at the top, all of which he earned. Rick would tell me stories during our sex breaks about how the less scrupulous NFL recruiters were sniffing around from the time he was a sophomore in college, making promises and doing whatever they could to impress him, many willing to break any of the rules to get a commitment from superstar quarterback Rick Eastling. He’d tell me how it only intensified in his junior and senior years with stories about how they’d crop up in bathrooms when he was draining his beer or even on park paths when he was out for a run with a bottle of water with their teams name on it making me howl at the insane humor of it all.

But college was also when he confirmed that yep, he’s a red blooded homo and there are no ‘out’ in football and coming out to a few people after football season his senior year including his dad and brothers, the message was clear. Either don’t be queer (yeah right) or stay in the closet, that coming out meant no career no matter how hot his stats were. So Rick Eastling, the man sports America was drooling over disappeared weeks after he graduated never to be heard from again by the public.

My friend let his family know he was okay, but he took a job in the Caribbean at a tropical island resort called Isla Paradiso. Oops, that’s GAY tropical island resort, where the stud quarterback made up for lost time. Of course, he was popular there, the dude is wet dream material. Six foot, little over two hundred, Rick has zero body fat displayed on one of the most Vee shaped bodies I’ve ever seen. Wide shoulders, sloping traps that point at those big arms that threw pigskins since he was a kid, along with a massive chest with a cliff leading down to a hard eight pak and an Adonis belt pointing at his really slim hips. The small waist emphasized his rock hard bubble butt as well as the thick bulge in front, all of which my buddy kept shaved. Thick legs for his running, the dude was good.

Above the neck, he was what you would expect from a hot sexy jock. Dark shaggy hair over blue eyes and an easy wide smile and you knew he was a guy that laughed a lot and friends with everyone. Just fucking primo. And he was a Thane which I eventually became.

Long story, but Thane’s are part of a secret gay global society where we are transformed into sex crazed stud muffins. A lot more to it than that, but that’s for other stories to tell. The two important parts of being a Thane means you have the libido of a sixteen year old chewing Viagra nonstop which is how we met.

I had gone done to Isla Paradiso on vacation and my first time there, I was transformed into the rock hard muscled stud I am today. Rick said when he was transformed his body didn’t change that much at the time, which I believe since he’s fucking god like now. Me? I probably looked like the aging jock going to fat, but within a week I looked about thirty years old and killer body, although not the noticeable Vee that Rick has.


The two things I have on my friend are my arms that even on this muscled body stand out. They are big, even when not pumped, my bi’s are large and I love teasing Rick how puny his are which is total bullshit. But trash talking is part of who we are. The other thing I have on him is my nipples. Big and round like Ricks, but my points have been abused for years, so they’re thick nubs that make gay boys water and want to play with them, stud jock Rick being one of the worst or best depending on how you look at it and since they’re sensitive, I let him, as well as others.

So we met on Paradiso, while I was going through my transformation. But honestly, the first time on Paradiso, Rick was just one of many guys at the time helping me try to quell my insatiable need for sex, but later trips the two of us got closer to the point that Rick calls me ‘bro’ or his brother and means it.

We are close, sharing our lives and enjoying each others company, but we’re also screwing each other every chance we can. Both the handsome stud and I connect, but we also connect on the sexual level that’s crazy. Both of us have out of control sex drives as well as interests that translate to anything, anytime, anywhere and the two of us are so totally in sync, that when I’m thinking I’d like his ass, he’s thinking how much he’d like me to fuck him. Don’t get the connection, but why the hell would I worry about it?

And we could be brothers. Rick looks about two or three years younger than me, but we’re both big and hard muscled, even if he does have that fantastic Vee shape. Both dark shaggy hair, where my eyes are grey to his blue, we are close enough and the way we act when we’re together, laughing, teasing and talking, people naturally assume we’re related. The hot man also keeps telling me I’m more of a brother than any of his ‘blood ones’ have ever been to him. But it’s the sex thing. Sorry, it’s just throwing me and I have no intention of giving up the sex with the hung, muscular stud. Every other facet, it truly is like we’re two extremely close bro’s. It’s my hang up I know. So no I don’t use the word with him, while Rick calls me bro all the time amused at my hang up mentioning that we’re such sluts anyway, it’s goofy for me to worry about it.

So the dude popped in to the place I was working and surprised me, then surprised me again when he pulled up on a rented Harley announcing we were taking a road trip down to Palm Springs, so I hopped on my Road King and off we went. I knew it would be fun to spend time with him, and of course there’s the sex. Always the sex.

The gay motel in Palm Springs was totally clothing optional, so we headed over to the workout room wearing nothing more than jockstraps and sneakers. Rick had brought a new line of jocks they were selling at the island resort Isla Paradiso, where he worked and the main difference was in the waistband which was halfway between the regular jock and the swimmer version and I had to admit it’s pretty sexy especially watching the two tight bands caressing Rick’s hot perky muscle butt as he walked in front of me. I heard a laugh, then Rick turned around, “You’re staring at my butt aren’t you.” “Ye-ah! It is a work of art! And you know what an art lover I am.”

He liked that one since the fact was this big former quarterback jock was big on museums, and it didn’t matter which kind and before when I lived in Chicago he came up to visit and we visited eight museums in six days. My tastes run better than the ‘dogs playing poker’ but not a whole lot more, but walking around with the art lover that week had been a treat as the sexy man would devotedly explain different sculptures and art or the artist themselves, making it all come alive. “You say that about all my body parts.” Grabbing his ass and his crotch, “Some more than others.” Rick spun me around pushing me against a wall for a hot steamy kiss. Pulling back after he got the loud moan he was looking for, “I feel like a good, steamy workout today bro.” Shit and Yeah!

If I had control of my workouts, they were either ‘relieve stress or anger’ hard pounding workouts or light maintenance ones. However some of my workout buddies like PJ or Rick were serious about the whole thing and pushed me when we were together, so that’s where the ‘shit’ comment came in. The ‘Yeah’ was that we would be playing around with each other the whole time, which would be frustrating as well as exciting. I love sex, but I’ve been the victim of being with guys that not only loved sex, but really long foreplays.

“What are you thinking?” I swung him around leaning down to lick then nip on of his newly growing nubs. “I was thinking how happy I am you’re here.” A quick kiss and we made it to the equipment room. It wasn’t a lot, but they had enough free weights, barbells and benches we would be able to do a fairly decent range of exercises.

“Sorry guys, the air in this section isn’t pulling too good, so we shut off the vents to the workout room, I hope you don’t mind.” Rick and I shrugged, the glass panels in front had all been pulled open and it was a warm day, but Rick was like me, somebody who perspired like crazy when doing any sort of workout, so air wouldn’t matter and besides we’ve already run a couple of miles already and dropped a load in each others butts, so we were already sweating and smelled a bit anyway. Right outside the doorway, Rick had us do our stretches. Important stuff which if by myself I’d probably rush through, but we kept the measured pace my athlete buddy set up and I never objected since we’d be facing each other. “So are these bigger?” Rick struck a double bicep pose which was another of our jokes. Rick was a bigger guy than me in general and with his major V shape and cute face, sexier than me by a long shot and was beautifully proportioned. I was well muscled and in good shape, but my monster bi’s were bigger than his which gave me some teasing rights. “Let me measure,” leaning over giving a long lick from his tri to the top of his bicep hearing a groan that was cutoff. “Nope, still puny.” “Asshole,” grinning at me.

We smacked each other starting our workout. As he always does he pushed me harder, always a little more weight or a couple more reps then I’d normally do and I’d return the favor although he was more willing than I. Either one of us would alternate between the gruff voice pushing for one more rep to a more erotic touching and encouraging the other on, to be rewarded with a kiss or a lick of the others increasingly moist jocks. with both of us leaking so much or in a flash doing the ‘buddy’ thing laughing at what a pussy the other was. Nothing was forbidden, so squats might end up with your spotter keeping you straight by sliding a finger or two up your ass to keep you stable, or we’d spot the bench presses in front straddling the muscled body and reaching back to squeeze the jock a bit or give the nips a hard pinch for one more rep. Standing and doing curls might have the other pressed solidly against your back licking the sweat at your neck and shoulders.

The room looked over the large yard and pool area that most of the rooms opened up to as well and the chaise lounges were all around so Rick and I could easily be seen by most of the guys lounging around the pool. We had both discovered last year when I was in Paradiso we had no problems with people watching us and in fact got off on it and there had been nights where it would be the two of us having sex but we’d do it in front of some guys and our erotic workouts were no different. Today the other guests were ‘casually’ walking by the opened up gym to get a better view of the two muscle dudes doing their thing, our bodies shining with sweat, jocks pulled out from our bodies due to our swelled cocks, muscles pumped as we toyed with the other guy. After about two hours, “It’s time we got off.” Which was unusual since we normally made it back to the room so I raised an eyebrow. Wiggling his own brows Rick gave me a shit eating grin, “There are plans afoot.” “Does it have to do with a certain group of college dudes?” I saw him earlier talking to a couple of the guys before we did our run. “Maybe, but it’s a mission of mercy.” Huh? “Patience, it will all be clear soon, but first.”

We went to the back of the room to a bench where Rick laid down and I got over him in a sixty-nine. “Follow my lead.” So we first got our butts licked and lowering his legs we both first sniffed then licked the soaked jocks stretched over our hard tools. The two of us were both charged up, although I considered it a victory when Rick let out the first moan as my tongue scrapped across the mesh covered head of his big slab of meat. “Geezus Gil.” Pulling aside my covering he swallowed me down, so I followed suit taking his long fat shaft down my throat and the stud was leaking so bad I thought he was cumming at first when I felt two fingers push in my hole which tossed me over the edge. I didn’t even get my fingers near him when his prolific leak turned into a gusher shooting thick heavy loads of his juice down my throat. Damn the fucker even tastes good.

We sat on the bench for a few seconds facing each other, dicks still dangling out of our jocks looking at each other and our sweaty chests heaving. I started laughing or trying to while I was still catching my breath. “Dude, I don’t need to tell you our play is always awesome, but sometimes when you least expect it, it’s over the top.” He grinned giving me a quick kiss. “That it is bro, that it is.” We sat for awhile drinking down some water from our oversized bottles which was good since I wasn’t sure how good my legs were right now while occasionally one of our hands would absent mindedly reached up and pull on the others nipples or we’d lean forward for a quick kiss keeping our dicks fairly plumped in our wet straps. “You gonna tell me what’s up? Rick gave me the low down. “So you’re whoring us out for beer and pizza?” Rick laughed, “Bro, we’ve done it for much less.” Grinning, “True.”

We walked over to the guy’s rooms as we were. There were six college dudes, all sexy, good looking guys ranging from husky to tight and one of the six, Will, was turning twenty-one tomorrow and they were on a hunt to get the guy laid. One of his buds explained the problem as we sat on a bench drinking beers handed to us. “You see Will here,” sitting there in board shorts with a cute swimmers build “is still technically a virgin as far as we’re concerned.” All the guys were nodding seriously or with goofy grins. “The poor man here is so gifted by the gods, no one will allow him to insert and cum thereby losing his virginity. Here let me show you the problem.” Will’s buddy wrapped his hands around the pole going down his leg and since Rick and I were standing there in jocks all the guys were pretty much hard and once his buddy tightened the shorts to outline Will’s meat it was readily apparent the boy was freaking huge. Rick had been told earlier they’ve measured it and Will was eleven and change and it looked like they weren’t exaggerating. We had a second round of beers and been talking for awhile. “We think you guys should, you know like interview for the chance to be the first.”

Rick grinned getting up. “I’m a former star quarterback” and he popped a double bicep, “and look at this ass” as he smacked it turning around so Will would get a close up view, bending down and wiggling his bare, beautiful butt. The stud was playing it for all its was worth, making fun of the situation as his muscled glutes were waving in the breeze with the other guys laughing, cheering him on, talking about what a sweet ass it was. Rick did a final double bicep, with a ‘that’s what I’m talking about,’ finally sitting down and I had been so busy laughing at his antics I was missing my cue. “Just concede to the master.” I laughed again and got up. Standing in front of him, I stood there for a second and looked at Will. He was trying to be cool about it, but you could tell he was nervous.

Softly, “Will would you mind standing up?” He looked around then stood about a foot away from me and reaching a hand up I gently placed a hand on his face then rubbed a thumb on his cheek which seemed to settle him a bit. I took my time closing in, leaning in and giving him a soft, gentle kiss on the lips and Will let off a soft moan that only I could hear with his mouth opening slightly, so I slid my tongue in taking my time. The cute stud was now returning the kiss, with his moans getting louder. With a final kiss, I gave a murmured “it’s your call stud.” And walked back to the bench with Will just standing there breathing hard like he had gone on the run with us showing the outline of his huge pole. “You suck.” Rick taking one look at Will knowing he had lost. “Age and experience will always beat youth and jock hunkiness,” which had my stud buddy laughing.

"Time to choose! Which one Will?" "Uh question? If I choose one, can I uh maybe know" "Oh for God's sake Will, you want to know if you'll get a piece of the other later?" He nodded embarrassed to his college buddies laughter. "Although there's no guarantee it won't be used by the time you come out. Of course with your fucking pole it won’t matter" to more of their amusement. "It looks like you'll be busy stud," I said grinning. Don't worry; the plan is plenty of dick for everybody tonight." Will came over standing next to me to a bunch of catcalls and cheers and we headed to his room.

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Sauna surprise

Il y a parfois des images érotiques qui remontent à la surface de la mémoire périodiquement: un beau garçon bien baisé, la queue énorme d'un mâle jamais revu ou encore la petite quéquette d'une aventure sans lendemain... Ces images ou ces remords surgissent dans l'imaginaire à partir d'un petit détail comme, par exemple, une odeur, un parfum ou une couleur qui ravive l'esprit, le bouscule et vous transporte quelques années en arrière...

Une nuit, après avoir festoyé plus qu'à l'ordinaire dans les bars, une lune brumeuse d'automne m'incita à aller faire un tour dans un sauna. Il y avait fort longtemps que je n'y avais pas mis les pieds (ni la verge). Je fus d'abord surpris de constater qu'il y avait beaucoup plus de gars que je ne l'avais d'abord pensé. "Ça doit être un soir de pleine lune", me dis-je. Je pris possession de ma chambrette et je me décidai, pour achever la soirée, de fumer un petit joint, seul, question probablement d'avoir plus de facilité à libérer certains fantasmes. Le délit accompli, je me dirigeai vers les douches non sans avoir reluqué quelque peu le menu... Quelle sensation particulière que de prendre une douche alors que tu es stone comme une bourrique!

Alors que j'achevais mes ablutions régénératrices, voici qu'apparaît dans le décor un homme d'âge mûr mais visiblement bien conservé; un grand noiraud aux cheveux plus poivre que sel avec un corps d'athlète muni d'une queue tout-à-fait tentante. Un visage dominé par de beaux grands yeux noirs qui trônaient un peu au-dessus d'une large moustache et qui lui conféraient une allure féline, un peu tigrée, mais aussi, faussement paternelle. D'ordinaire les hommes d'un certain âge ne m'intéressent guère mais celui-là semblait particulier et peut-être un peu plus... Mon esprit, sans doute tourmenté par quelques vapeurs haschichiques, me le fit observer avec des élans de convoitise. J'avais ralenti mes mouvements et mes yeux suivaient les lignes harmonieuses de ce corps sous toutes leurs coutures jusqu'à m'apercevoir que j'étais dans une érection complète. L'homme s'en était évidemment aperçu et son regard avait aussitôt réagi ainsi que sa queue. Je me sentais mal-à-l'aise de l'avoir ainsi provoqué; après tout, il aur ait pu être mon père. Je fermai aussitôt la douche et commençai à m'essuyer. L'homme semblait vouloir étirer mon plaisir de voyeur par quelques gestes sensuels et intéressés, mais je décidai de retourner à ma chambrette.

Sur le chemin, je croisai plusieurs mâles dont un grand jeune homme qui avait sans doute remarqué que j'étais en érection sous ma serviette humide. J'ouvris avec une lenteur toute calculée, ma porte tout en regardant venir ce beau jeune homme dans ma direction. J'entrai dans ma chambre et, tenant du pied la porte, j'enlevai prestement ma serviette. Le jeune homme passa devant ma chambre sans s'y arrêter mais en y jetant un long coup-d'oeil. Je m'étendis alors sur le dos en recouvrant légèrement de ma serviette mes appâts virils. J'éteignis. J'attendis. Quelques secondes... Le jeune homme repassa devant ma porte, fit une halte en prenant soin de raffermir le noeud de sa serviette devant moi. Il est bien fait, me dis-je, puis je portai la main à mon sexe durci. Il s'approcha alors dans l'entrebâillement de la porte. D'un geste rapide, j'enlevai ma serviette afin de le provoquer plus directement encore. Il resta un moment debout, regardant avec une acuité singulière mon corps bandé et invitant. Il commença alors une série de flattements sur sa serviette à la hauteur de son sexe qui gonflait et gonflait pendant que je me caressais voluptueusement. Il avança d'un pas vers ma couchette, laissa tomber sa serviette à ses pieds pendant qu'une ombre se profilait dans son dos... D'un geste un peu brusque, il me saisit la queue comme sienne. C'était dur comme de la pierre! En moins de deux, nous nous sommes retrouvés l'un sur l'autre sur l'étroite couchette, échangeant caresses et baisers lascifs jusqu'à ce que je m'aperçoive que quelqu'un nous observait, debout dans l'entrée de la chambre. "S'il veut voir, eh bien qu'il regarde!", me suggéra mon esprit stone, et je continuai un échange de manipulations délicieuses avec l'autre; sa queue était vraiment superbe, surmontée d'un gland tendre et juteux, et son corps aussi soyeux que la peau de ses fesses duveteuses. D'une pulsion à l'autre, on partageait maintenant un soixante-neuf essoufflant lorsque je sentis une main supplémentaire caresser mon dos. Quelques gouttes de paranoïa surgirent à mon esprit...

Puis, une deuxième main vint se placer comme pour soutenir la belle queue que je suçais. J'eus d'abord un accès de répulsion mais une deuxième queue s'offrit à la hauteur de mes yeux, toute aussi belle et rigide que la première. Il me sembla alors que les caresses se multiplièrent et que de l'une à l'autre, elles devenaient comme familières et s'enchaînaient dans un tendre synchronisme. La porte se referma, nous plongeant dans une obscurité totale...

Trois queues, six mains et trois bouches rivalisaient maintenant d'audace; de longs frissons passaient d'un corps à l'autre, puis à l'autre, électrisants de sensualité; deux bouches se partageaient ma queue et mes gosses pendant que mes mains enserraient les queues que je tentais désespérément de sucer toutes deux à la fois... Tous nos mouvements concordaient à assouvir nos passions, nos impulsions, et bientôt nos désirs mutuels s'orientèrent d'une façon précise et non-équivoque. À travers les slurrppss et les hahaans, j'entendis comme des froissements de papier plastifié. Dans un élan intempestif, presque rageur, je pris fermement aux hanches le jeune homme et je fouinai de ma langue avide son anus sans poil, pourléchant et humectant généreusement ce lieu de délices. Alors, je constatai qu'on tentait de m'ajuster un condom... Pris ou égaré dans un tourbillon de sensualités enivrantes, il montait en moi une fièvre irrésistible, une fièvre comme une lune brumeuse d'automne... Le grand jeune homme cherchait maintenant à s'empaler sur mon épieux condomisé et je remarquai qu'il s'était lui-même ajusté un condom. Je sentis aussi qu'il cherchait le troisième et qu'il manifestait l'envie de le sodomiser. Et de fait, nous nous sommes retrouvés, tous les trois, ahanant l'un sur l'autre. Avec des gestes précis mais soutenus, d'un équilibre fragile, mon sexe avait finalement pénétré l'antre érotique. Et maintenant je sentais, par ses réactions impulsives, que celui que j'enculais réussissait, lui aussi, son entrée vers le septième ciel. Dans des mouvements rythmés et comme synchronisés, je chevauchais le grand mâle qui chevauchait à son tour le troisième qui soupirait sous le poids de nos deux corps. De trois, comme mystérieusement, nous ne faisions qu'un! Les pieds fermement appuyés sur un mur de la chambrette, je poussais ma queue au plus profond possible de l'homme-sandwich; je percevais très agréablement maintenant la chaleur moelleuse et bienfaisante de son intérieur; mes mains agrippant comme pour les mordre ses seins bandés, j'ai poussé et repoussé en augmentant le rythme jusqu'à ne plus sentir que les convulsions répétitives de son anus lorsque celui-ci éjacula dans les frissons intérieurs de l'autre. Aussitôt cette double-sensation me fit jouir en cascades et dans des spasmes frénétiques...

Un beau silence jouissif se fit alors entendre (sic), succédant à nos pâmoisons de l'enfilade à la queue leu leu et qui se dénoua lentement, voluptueusement, tout en douceur...

Épuisés, nous nous sommes péniblement assis tous les trois sur le bord de la petite banquette; je pris mes cigarettes et en offris à mes complices. En allumant le briquet, je reconnus le troisième type qui s'était joint à nous: il s'agissait du doucheur à mon arrivée, l'homme d'âge mûr. Soudain, tout en fumant sa cigarette, il se leva, encore tout bandé, et se mit à se masturber devant moi et l'autre; j'entrouvris alors à peine la porte afin de faire participer nos yeux à sa nouvelle jouissance. Il possédait une manière assez spéciale de se branler, en tenant ses gosses enserrées entre son pouce et son index, le gland bien découvert qui bloquait les mouvements répétitifs de son autre main. Au moment où il fit entendre quelques râlements pré-jouissifs, mon voisin se précipita sur sa queue comme pour l'avaler tout entière... Ce qu'il fît avec une ardeur inouïe de jouvenceau...

Au bout de quelques minutes, nous étions tous les trois à la douche et, en pleine lumière, je ne regrettais nullement l'aventure. Tout en placotant de tout et de rien, ils m'avouèrent qu'ils se connaissaient très bien; mais je fus estomaqué lorsqu'ils me jurèrent qu'ils étaient père et fils!!! Je remarquai alors qu'ils avaient étrangement les mêmes grands yeux noirs. L'un s'appelait Charles et l'autre André... J'aurais vraiment aimé mieux les connaître mais ils devaient retourner le jour même en Abitibi... Ainsi, j'avais sodomisé le fils qui sodomisait son père pour ensuite le dévorer aussi amoureusement, sans doute, qu'un pop-sicle de son enfance... Une histoire comme celle-là, je sais que je n'en vivrai plus jamais...







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