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From: man2man@netcom.com
Subject: Tuna of the Sea (M/M)
Date: Sat, 8 Apr 1995 21:08:42 GMT

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Tuna Of The Sea 1
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By Matt Dawnstar

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     He was new to the submarine.  His name was Mark and he was
only nineteen.  He stood about 5'7", dark brown hair, piercing
green eyes and no facial hair.  Not even any peach fuzz.
     Adonis?  Yes, that would fit.  He was surely my idea of an
adonis.  And to top it off, his basket was the biggest one on the
boat.  It was obvious that this kid was hung like no
one I'd ever met.

     Oh, me....I'm Wayne.  I was twenty-six at the time.  This
was nineteen eighty-two.  It doesn't matter the precise date,
even if I could remember it.  Days and dates have no real meaning
on board a fleet ballistic submarine.  All you care about is that
you are going to be cut off from the outside world for 75 days. 
So you start at 75 and count backwards.

     I have red hair, stand six feet tall, am slender and in
pretty good shape.  I have always kept myself clean shaven and
then was no different.  

     Anyway....back to what I was getting to.

     I could never get enough of him, Mark.  When he walked into
a room, nothing else mattered to me.  I would discreetly follow
all his movements.  

     He seemed always happy and more than just a bit naive.  He
reminded me of the classic description of the proverbial farm-
boy.  Oh how I wanted to educate him to the real world.

     Now mind you, sex between the guys on board did not run
rampant.  You never heard of it, in fact.  But I knew a few of
the guys that managed to get away from the rest of the crew from
time to time and get it on.  And I was one of those.  But we
never advertised the fact.  The Navy did more than just frown on
that sort of activity.

     Being one of the senior men on board I had little time for
such activities.  I'd been on this submarine for four and a half
years, longer than anyone else presently on board.  So there was
much expected of me.  Most of that something involved time.  Time
teaching the younger men what I knew of our boat.

     But every so often I would get enough spare time to go do
some laundry.  Normally, one of the seamen would do my
laundry,but every once in a while I just wanted to do it myself.
Besides, the laundry room was a nice place to escape from the
rest of the
hassles of my job, if only for a little while.

     There was finally one of those times in my day when I had
time for laundry.  I was looking forward to sitting in the
laundry room just listening to the machines run, my eyes closed
and my mind wandering.

     When I arrived, the light was on.  I could see it outlining
the closed door.

     "Oh shit," I thought.  "Well, maybe they're almost done and
I can still have my time."

     So I cracked open the door just a bit to see who was in
there.  And who should it be but Mark.  And what was he doing....
Jacking Off.

     "Alright!" I thought.  "Now don't waste this opportunity."

     He hadn't heard the door open over the noise of the   
machines.  His back was to the door, but there was no mistaking
the motion of this hand and arm.

     I opened the door as quietly as I could and closed it behind
me.  

     "Ahem!"

     Mark nearly killed himself spinning around in that small
space.  He'd been so startled that he hadn't even thought to put
his cock back in his pants.  So there he stood, cock pointing at
me, and the most horrified look on his face.

     I guess I should explain that the laundry room was really
only big enough for two people to be in.  It was five feet wide
and the aisle was maybe three and half or four feet.  So there
wasn't really any place for him to go.  Besides, I was blocking
the door.

     "Don't stop on my account."

     His mouth was moving but there were no words coming out.

     I took this time to really look at this farm boy.  Besides
having his pants open and cock hanging out, he was shirtless. 
And being shirtless I got my first look at his chest.  It was
beautiful.  Smooth, hairless, with two luscious pink nipples.  To
say Mark was fair skinned would have been an understatement.  But
he was just what I wanted.

     Now I have seen large cocks in my time, but never one like
this.  I had dreamt of his cock for a long time.  But my dreams
didn't even come close to the reality.  It pointed a good ten
inches in my direction and was the thickest cock ever, at least
two inches.

     Mark finally found his voice.

     "What are you going to do?  You going to tell everyone that
you caught me jacking off?"

     "Hell no, Mark.  Everyone on board does that."

     This surprised him.  "Really?"

     "Sure!  They just don't generally get caught in the act."  I
smiled.  "Besides, if I told everyone, you'd get a line a mile
long outside this door to get a look at that weapon."

     Mark blushed at this.

     "May I ask you a personal question?" I asked.

     "I guess."  How could he refuse.

     "You ever let someone help you with that?"

     This was not at all what he had expected.

     "Do you have the girls lined up to get a piece of you?"

     Still no response.  In fact he was blushing even more than
before.  He finally shook his head in answer, evidently not
trusting his voice.

     "You've never had sex with anyone?" I asked calmly.

     "Uh, uh.  Didn't want to get laugh out of school or beat up
by the guys."

     "You don't find girls interesting and you haven't dared to
ask the guys.  Sounds like you have had it rough.  Tell you what,
if you are still interested I'd be more than just a little
willing to help you out and show you what it's like to have sex
with a man."

     Mark's eyes widened.  But I could see that he was still
unsure.

     "Mark, let me let you in on a little secret.  I'm gay."

     He stood for a few moments absorbing this little bit of
information.  It was always like that with me.  I was a very
straight acting gay and people found it more than just a little
hard to believe that I was gay.  Of course many gays don't fit
the stereotype.

     Mark finally nodded his willingness.

     "Let's start out easy with this.  First of all we probably
should find someplace a little safer for this.  Get yourself put
back together and we'll go back to the log room.  We'll be less
likely to get caught."

     Actually, Bud was on watch in the area where the log room
was
and he was one of my regular patrol lovers.  So I wasn't worried.

All I'd have to do was let him know what I was up to and he'd
keep a watch for trouble.

     The log room was where the most current manuals were stored
and where I did a lot of my work since it was my job to make sure
that all the manuals in Engineering were kept up.  So this was my
office and I had one of only three keys on board.

     Mark did seem a bit more relaxed once we got to the log room
and I locked the door.

     I stepped up to Mark and placed my hands gently on his
shoulders.
     
     "I know you're nervous, so we'll start out slowly.  You've
never touched another man before, so let's start with that.  Go
ahead and put your hand on my crotch."

     He was hesitant but he did as I said.

     "Now that wasn't so hard."  His touch was light, and it
thrilled me.  He cupped my crotch in his right hand while I
rubbed his shoulders.  "Now rub it gently."

     He did and I could see that his interest grew as my cock
began to swell.

     "I'll just stand here.  You decide when you're ready for a
look at my cock and then go ahead and take it out."

     The more my cock grew, the more excited he got.  He started
breathing deeply.  But he hadn't looked at my crotch as yet. 

     After about two minutes of this he finally looked long and
hard at the bulge that had developed in my pants.  As he looked I
noticed that his other hand was slowly moving toward my pants.

     He struggled a bit with the belt, but finally unfastened it.

Then it was a simple matter for him to unbutton and unzip my
pants.  My pants fell easily to the floor leaving me standing
there in my jockey shorts.

     Mark again cupped my cock and balls in his right hand and
started massaging them.  His touch was gentle.  Some guys get
carried away their first time out and grope too rough.  But not
Mark.  It was almost like he was worshiping my tool.

     It didn't take long for him to reach up and pull down my
jockeys.  My cock was so hard that once released from its prison,
it slapped against my stomach and then settled out, pointing
directly at Mark's massive bulge.

     Mark hesitated, his hand a mere inch from my throbbing cock.

He looked into my eyes, a questioning look in his eyes.

     "Really, it's alright.  I want you to touch me."  He just
needed encouragement and to know that I thought it was OK for him
to be doing this.

     He closed that small distance and wrapped his hand around my
rock hard seven inches.  Oh his hand was soft and his touch
feather light.  I sighed as he began slowly stroking me.

     "Now I'm going to touch you, the same thing you've just done
to me."

     I mimicked his actions precisely.  My first touch of his
crotch caused my cock to jump.  I wanted to rip the clothes off
his body.  But I proceeded slowly, allowing him the time to get
used to these new sensations.

     I took about three minutes before I had his cock in my hand.

Never had I experienced such lust before.  His tool was throbbing
and he was moaning.  I had to have this boy now.

     I had Mark step into one corner of the small room while I
reached under the counter and pulled out a mattress I kept there
for just such occasions.  I spread it out on the floor, it was a
perfect fit, and had Mark kneel on it.

     I knelt in front of him after removing the remainder of my
clothing and began to remove his shirt and T-shirt.

     As much as I wanted him, I still didn't want to scare him
off by moving faster than he was ready.  We had to live together
on this submarine for a couple more months and I did not want him
to fear my presence.

     "What's next, Mark?"

     He looked at me rather sheepishly.  "May....may I....suck
it?"

     "Oh yes.  Please."

     I sat down in front of him and he leaned over and slowly
took my cock in his mouth.  Again, he was gentle.  Such soft
lips.  He was particularly careful not to scrape his teeth on my
shaft, something I figured I'd have to warn him of.

My legs on either side of his body and leaning on my hands I
watched that dark brown hair bob up and down on my cock.

     "Mmmmmm.  That feels great, Mark.  I think you and I are
going to be good friends."

     This encouraged him and his pace stepped up a bit.  

     I leaned my head back, closed my eyes and let the feelings
overcome me.  My lust had so overtaken me that it took no time at
all for me reach the explosion point.

     "I'm going to cum," I whispered.  I wanted him to have the
chance to take his mouth away if he didn't want to swallow my
cum.

     But he was a game kid.  He started fucking my cock even
faster.  I took only seconds and I was pumping cum down that
young virgin throat.  He didn't get it all, but he got most of it
down.  He next began to clean up the small mess that had
collected on my balls and at the base of my cock.  Then he took
my cock back into his mouth and cleaned it thoroughly.  

     This felt so good that I almost immediately got another
hard-on.  He seemed to be unwilling to let it go, too.

     "Wait, Mark," I said gently, slowly pulling his mouth off my
cock.  "I'd like to show you how much I enjoyed that.  May I suck
your cock now?"

     Mark seemed embarrassed as he looked down between his legs. 
Following his gaze I was amazed.  So enthralled by what he was
doing to me I had been unaware that he had cum too.  A huge
puddle of the creamy white substance lay there between my legs
right where my balls hung lowest.

     "It just happened," he whispered.

     I reached into the puddle and scooped most of it into my
hand and placed that hand to my mouth and licked up his juices.

     "Mmmmmmmmm.  That's good."

     Mark was somewhat surprised by this action, but still
managed a small smile.

     "I bet you can do that again, though," I said as I gently
pushed him into a laying position.

     "Really?"

     "Let's try." 

     I knelt there between his legs and admired the limp
machinery that nature had seen fit to bestow on this boy.  It
looked like a virgin cock, if that is possible.  It seemed so
soft and tender, I mean more than just being your average soft
cock.

     I placed my hands on his legs just above the knees and began
massaging him, moving ever so closer to that cock with each
upward stroke.  Then, without touching his crotch, I moved up to
his hips, then his stomach and finally spent some quality time
massaging the nipples on his hairless chest.  His skin was so
soft and excited me so that I could feel myself building toward
another blast.

     "Ahhhhhhhh."

     He liked that a lot.  I looked down and watched as that cock
of his rapidly grew in size as my efforts at stimulating him paid
off.

     Seeing that he was enjoying this, I leaned over and gently
sucked on each nipple.

     "Hmmmmmmmmmmm."

     Not able to stand the suspense any longer, I moved down and
put the head of his now fully erect cock in my mouth and began
running my tongue over every inch of that magnificent mushroom,
occasionally sticking my tongue in the piss slit.  Then I slowly
worked my way down until that entire rod was in my mouth and down
my throat.

     What surprised me most about this was that I was able to
take that entire ten inches with no effort what so ever.  And it
tasted as soft as it looked.

     I pumped his cock a couple of times then moved down and
sucked on each of his balls.  They were as equally magnificent as
his cock.  Large, round, nearly hairless.  I sucked each one into
my mouth and gently massaged them with my tongue.

     Mark was beginning to squirm a bit, enjoying these new
sensations.

     I decided that Mark was so into this that I could move even
further and show him yet one more erotic zone that he probably
never knew he had.  So I moved a little lower and began licking
that area just below his balls.

     I spread his ass cheeks next and moved closer and closer
until finally my tongue was massaging his cute little pucker. 
This drove Mark into new waves of motion as he moaned and groaned
and pushed his ass into my face.

     I worked this moment for everything I could get, licking
around and over that hole and finally pushing my tongue into that
orifice.

     I looked up and saw that his cock was pulsing wildly and I
knew that he was very near to cumming.  So I quickly sucked on my
middle finger until it was good and wet and then slowly
penetrated his virgin ass.

     "I'm gonna cum, Wayne," he whispered through gritted teeth.

     "I know."

     I took his cock into my mouth and started fucking my face
with it.  My free hand reached up and toyed with his nipples. 
His body was wild with motion.  

     Then, with sudden finality, his body stiffened, his cock
grew to new sizes and he began to pump his love juices down my
throat.  At that same moment I started cumming all over the
mattress.

     And what a load.  It was as if he'd never cum before in his
life and his body had gallons of the creamy white milk to give
me.  He pumped, I sucked, his ass squeezed my finger.  His hips
gave one giant heave upward.  I swallowed as fast as I could and
was just barely able to keep up with his release.

     When he had finally stopped cumming, I sucked on that tool
until he had gone completely soft and was as squeaky clean as it
had ever been.

     Mark was breathing deeply, eyes closed, spent.  I got up and
lay next to him on the mattress, our faces nearly touching.

     "Thank you, Mark."

     His eyes opened, those gorgeous green eyes smiling.  "For
what?"

     "For letting me be your first.  That is a privilege I will
not forget."

     "Is it always that good?"

     I hesitated.  "Well, it can be.  Some guys don't do all the
things I like.  Choose your partners carefully though and it can
be just as good as this was."

     Mark was positively glowing.  He couldn't stop smiling.

     I leaned over and stopped the smile by kissing him.  His
body tensed slightly, not having expected this.  But as I got
more passionate with the kiss, he relaxed and pressed closer.
Our lips and tongues mingled, our bodies massaging each other.

     We kissed for nearly five minutes then got dressed,
straightened up.  I then went to my bunk and Mark relaxed before
having to go on watch.

     Later that day, I managed to persuade his Chief that he
needed to change the duty roster because I was helping Mark with
his qualifications and we needed to be on the same schedule.

     Needless to say, Mark and I studied much more than
qualifications.

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Tuna of the Sea 2
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By Matt Dawnstar

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     Well, it's Wayne again.  This time I'll tell you about an
interesting wake-up I did one day on the submarine.  But let me
start by telling you about Wes.

     Wes was 20.  He stood about 5'10" with dark black hair.  He
was young, but didn't look as young as he really was.  He had a
more mature look about him.  He acted very macho, and I had no
reason to disbelieve that impression.

     Oh sure, I'd wanted to get into those bulging pants of his
for some time, but he never gave any indication that he was
interested.  I'd seen him many times in the showers, and his cock
looked mighty tasty.  It was about eight, thick inches.

     Well, let me get to the story.

     We had been at sea for about six weeks.  We were on our
home-bound stretch and everyone was more than just a little
tired.  It had been a particularly grueling patrol.  Very busy
with less sleep than we would have liked.  But then, that was how
patrols went from time to time.

     So here I was in the crew's mess.  It was just after three
in the morning.  I was the only one there except for the morning
cook, Jack.  

     I had just finished a long watch with little sleep and was
just getting ready to hit the skid.  (That's a bunk for you non-
navy types).

     "Do me a favor, Wayne," asked Jack as I headed for the
crew's bunking area.  "Wes is supposed to be up.  Could you give
him a shake for me?"

     "Sure thing, Jack.  I pass right by his bunk."

     So off I went.  Down the ladder to the berthing area.  I got
to Wes' bunk and stuck my hand inside the curtain and gave him a
shake.  No response.  He must really have had a hard night.

     I repositioned my hand onto his hip and gave him a good
shake this time.

     "Come on, Wes.  It's time to hit the deck."

     My hand still on his hip, Wes turned onto his back.  And
where should I find my hand but right square on his crotch.  And
behind the material of his cutoffs, Wes always wore cutoffs to
bed, was his rock hard cock.

     "Huh?" was all the reply I got.

     Oh this was just too good an opportunity to pass up.  I had
to try.  So I started rubbing his crotch as I spoke.  

     "Wes, Jack said it's time for you to give him a hand with
getting breakfast started."

     Instead of a verbal reply all I got was a hip thrust as Wes
dug his crotch into my massaging palm.  At the same time I
suddenly felt this hand on my crotch.  Looking down I saw Wes'
hand stuck out of the curtain massaging me.

     Taking that as an affirmative to my ministrations, what else
could it be, I started rubbing his crotch in earnest.  After a
few minutes of this I decided I wanted more than this, so I
unzipped his cutoffs and unfastened the button.  Then I reached
my unoccupied hand into his bunk and pulled down his cutoffs.

     I was sure, now, that Wes was fully aware of what was going
on because he lifted his hips so that I could get those cutoffs
down more easily.

     I dared not stick my head into his bunk for fear that
someone would sneak up on us unawares.  At least this way we
could make it seem that I was simply waking Wes.

     I was able to see through the crack in the curtain where my
arm penetrated, and there was just enough light coming from the
head (Navy for restroom) next to Wes' bunk to see his cock and
balls.

     I wrapped my hand around his pulsing cock and before I could
start jacking him off, he began to fuck my hand.

     I let him do this for awhile then I released his cock and
began playing with his balls.  He liked this too, because he
started grinding his hips into his bunk.

     Me?  I was hard as a rock from Wes' relentless rubbing.  I
just knew that I was going to cum in my shorts real soon.  So I
put my hand back around Wes' cock and started jacking him off
while he picked up his fucking motion.

     It didn't take but a couple more minutes and Wes' body
stiffened, his cock enlarged and I could feel the pulsing of cum
shooting and I could see that cum as it spewed from his throbbing
cock head all over his body.  

     At that same moment my body let go with a load of hot creamy
cum into my shorts.

     Wes' body relaxed finally and his hand disappeared back into
his bunk and took my hand off of his cock.  I heard the sounds as
he pulled his cutoffs back on.  I wondered what his response was
going to be to all of this.  I soon found out.

     "I'm awake,thanks.  Tell Jack I'll be there in a moment."

     This told me that he'd enjoyed it but that he didn't want to
discuss it.  I decided that I wouldn't press the issue.  If he
wanted more of that he would ask.

     I finally saw Wes a couple of days later in the passageway.

     "What's happening, Wes?"

     "Not much."  He hesitated.  "Thank you for the other
morning, but I'd like to forget it happened."

     "Sure.  I'm not sure either of us really knew what we were
doing."  

     I said this so as to give him the impression that I was as
disconcerted with what had happened as he was.  This way he'd
know that I would not be back for a repeat performance.

     Sure, I had enjoyed it, but it was not worth losing a friend
or making things difficult in the cramped quarters we were forced
to live in.

     I will not soon forget that morning, though.
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TUNA OF THE SEA - 3
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By Matt Dawnstar

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     Let's see....James had just turned eighteen, Mike was
twenty-three, and me, hi - I'm Wayne, had just turned 21.
     We were all in the Navy and stationed at the time at the
Great Lakes Naval Base.  This was a school command.  There were
many different schools here.  But we were all going to the Navy
Electronic Technician School.  We were in different classes but
we were all in the same barracks.  In fact, Mike and I had the
same room.
     But even though I had a room in the barracks, I also had an
apartment off base.  Myself and my roommate, who does not come in
to this story, had rented a one bedroom apartment in a little
town about thirty minutes away.
     It was an upstairs apartment.  You entered the apartment and
found yourself in the small kitchen.  To the left off the kitchen
was the bathroom.  To the right was the living room.  Off the
living room, almost behind the kitchen, was the one bedroom.  In
the bedroom was a queen sized bed.
     Now the bed belonged to my roommate, and since he was not
gay, I ended up sleeping on the couch.  Unequitable?  Maybe.  But
it was better than spending all of my time on the base.
     We had lots more fun at the apartment than we ever would
have on base.  You see, the apartment was where we held the
parties.  And they were always full of drinking and varied
amounts and kinds of drugs.  It was a great life.
     My roommate had the duty on base, which meant he wouldn't be
home until the following morning, late.  In the apartment this
night were James, Mike and myself, and we were having a bang up
time.  
     The pot we had on hand was always the finest and we had
taken full advantage of its quality.  We had then started
drinking straight shots of tequila.
     Well, after about two hours of this you can bet that we were
all pretty well wasted.  Wasted enough so that James and I were
lounging in the two chairs that occupied the living room and Mike
was sitting on the floor between us.
     I don't even remember what we were discussing.  For all I
know we were just sitting there and staring into space.  What
happened next, however, I will not soon forget.

Mike turns to me and says;
     "Wayne, help James stand up in front of me."

     Well, that seemed odd.  But the way we were feeling...well,
hell, it just didn't matter.  So I stumbled over to where James
sat and helped him into a standing, if that is what you could
call it, position.
     Now James looked his eighteen years.  Young, slender, almost
a baby face.  Mike on the other hand looked to be in his late
twenties.  Me I looked twenty-one.
     James had brown hair and blue eyes, while Mike had black
hair, brown eyes and a moustache.  I was just as red headed as
I'll always be.
     So, anyway, here I am, standing in the middle of the room
trying to steady this teenager who'd had more than his limit in
drugs and booze.  I'm wondering just what the hell Mike is going
to do.
     What he did surprised the hell out of me.  He reaches up and
starts unfastening James' pants, and before I know it, James is
naked from the waste down.  And the odd thing is that he really
doesn't mind.
     Now I had not had sex with a man since just before I left
for bootcamp, almost nine months earlier.  Mike had never
indicated an interest in the subject and I had always been sure
that James was not interested.  Well what a surprise.
     James stood in front of Mike, calmly, while Mike took that
huge, hard cock in his hand and began massaging it.  James nearly
melted in my hands.
     Mike massaged that cock for only a moment of two.
     "Help me get him onto the bed, Wayne."
     Ok, I thought.  I'll go along with this.  But what am I
going to get out of this.
     Into the bedroom we go, Mike leading the way.  Then Mike
proceeds to take the rest of James' clothing off and then lays
him out on the bed, his legs dangling off the end of the bed.
     Then Mike gets completely naked and lays down beside of
James and begins to stroke and suck on James' cock.  That thing
was at least eight inches long, and I couldn't even guess as to
its diameter.  Remember, I haven't seen but one hard cock in my
life and it was a tiny one compared to this one.
     Anyway, there they are, laid out on the bed, Mike making
love to this amazing tool.  Me, I'm just standing off to the side
watching.  I wasn't sure that I was invited.  I was awful polite
in those days.
     Of course, my cock is hard as a rock and trying to bust its
way out of my pants.  Oh I wanted James' cock.  But it was
engaged.  But Mike's hard six inches wasn't and I would have
settled for that.
     "Come join us," is all Mike says, noticing the bulge in my
pants.
     Oh happy day, I thought.  I immediately stripped off my
clothes and got down on my knees on the opposite side of James'
hips.  Mike immediately starts moving up James' body, leaving
James' cock unattended to.
     As Mike moves up to lay beside James, their two cocks rub
against each other.  I just at this chance and take both cocks
into my hand and then into my mouth.

     This really tastes great.  Their pre fuck juices mingle in
my mouth and I swallow.  I wonder what their cum would taste like
mingled in my mouth and throat.  I decide to find out.
     I suck energetically on those two poles as James and Mike
kiss and moan in unison.  I can't tell precisely what they are
doing, my mind occupied with other matters, but I can tell that
they are both enjoying the sensations passing between them and
me.
     I take both hands and begin rubbing the inside of their
thighs gently.  Then I move them to their balls and begin pulling
and massaging them.  I'd like to suck on their balls, but am
afraid that if I release their cocks that Mike will move up and
stick his cock in James' mouth.  I decided to be greedy and keep
them both for myself...at least for now.
     Their bodies begin go really move.  They are squirming with
delight.  They are breathing deeper and faster.  And they are
doing it in unison.
     Pre-cum is flowing from both their cocks and I can sense
that they are not far from the point of cumming.  Oh, please, I
think.  Cum together in my mouth.  I want to taste your mingled
juices.
     And cum they did, too.  And with two cocks cumming in me at
once, I was unable to keep up the pace.  Cum shot down my throat
and dripped down my chin onto James' balls.  They are both stiff
with excitement as they release their pent up passion.
     It seemed like forever, but they both finally shot their
last.  But I did not release them from my hold.  I was bound and
determined to get every drop of their essence.  I sucked on their
poles until they were squeaky clean, then I started to lick their
balls.  I licked Mike's first.  Not because they had cum on them,
but because I wanted him to stay where he was.  Then I moved to
James' balls and gave the thorough washing they needed.
     When I was satisfied with the job, I released them.
     "Fantastic!!!" was all that Mike could say.
     "More!!" said James.
     "How about me, guys?" I said, standing to reveal my rigid
rod.
     James looks at it and motions for me to sit on his chest.
     "Yea, get up on his chest," says Mike.  But he seems to have
something else on his mind.
     So, not knowing what precisely these two have in mind, I hop
up on the bed and straddle James' face.  But before I can set my
ass on his chest, Mike takes his hands and begins massaging my
ass cheeks.
     Now I had never had anyone play with my ass before.  But I
loved the sensation of his hands rubbing my ass.  So I positioned
myself so that my knees were on either side of James' head and my
ass was in the air.
     Now James had moved up onto the bed to that he was
completely on it.  He had propped his head up with three pillows
so that it would not be a strain on his neck as he sucked on my
cock.  Mike on the other hand was kneeling behind me, between
James' legs.
     I wondered just what Mike had in mind.  He had run out of
the bedroom while James and I got situated.  I thought to go
piss.  But he quickly returned with a bottle of lotion.  I
wondered what for.  But James had started sucking on my cock by
this time and I decided it was not worth wondering about.  The
only thing worth my attention were those young, teenage lips that
were engulfing my seven inches of hot meat.
     Meanwhile, Mike is not idol.  He starts in again, massaging
my cheeks, moving ever closer to my asshole.  And as he gets
closer I discover that it was really getting me hot.  He rubs and
rubs until, finally, his finger touches and massages my hole.
     I nearly ignite with excitement.  How can that feel so good,
I wonder briefly.  Oh, who cares.
     "Oh god," I moan.  "Don't stop, either of you."
     I look down and see James smiling.  Then I feel a totally
unreal thing.  I had thought that a finger on my ass what great. 
That was nothing compared to what I felt when Mike started
licking my ass with his tongue.
     James moves down to my balls and begins sucking on them and
licking at the base of and on either side of my ball sack.  I
must be in heaven.
     Suddenly a new sensation overwhelms me.  It is a combination
of pain and pleasure.
     "Relax, Wayne," says Mike.  "It will go in easier if you
relax."
     There is Mike, his arms wrapped around my waist and his cock
penetrating my asshole.  So I try to relax.  What else can I do. 
If I decline, James may stop what he's doing.  And Mike will
definitely be pissed.  So I try.  And it works.
     I feel his head squeeze in and he slowly begins to push his
entire cock in.  And the more I relax, the easier it gets.  And
the easier it gets, the more profound the feeling gets.
     Suddenly I feel his balls against my ass and decide that he
is fully in.  And it feels great.  Kind of full, but great.
     Slowly Mike begins to fuck me.  And as I get more accustomed
to the feeling, the more it excites me.  James on the other hand
has never stopped.  He has my cock back in his mouth and he is
letting the motion created by Mike's action do all the work.
     I feel Mike fucking me and get really turned on my seeing my
cock fucking James' mouth.  James' is excited too, because I can
feel his arm wrapped around my leg and his is jacking himself
off.
     I never thought I'd like getting fucked, but I am loving it
at this moment.
     It doesn't take long at all for all of us to reach the
height of passion.  
     I'm the first to go, erupting into James' mouth.  And as I
cum, I feel my ass tighten around Mike's cock.  He is the next to
start cumming, only seconds behind me.  And beneath me I feel
James convulsing as he cums, shooting cum all over the three of
us.  And what an awesome thing, feeling Mike shooting his joy
juice into me.
     We all collapsed after cumming and breathed deeply, no one
saying a word.  Finally, James begins rubbing his cum into our
bodies.  And this starts us all onto more and even better things
that night.    Needless to say, not one of us got much sleep that
night.  By the time we quit, we were so exhausted that we just
barely had enough energy to clean up our mess before my roommate
got home.
     There was a lot of smiling going on in that house when my
roommate got home.  But he thought it was due to the drugs and
booze.  Little did he know.

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