Date: Tue, 20 Jun 2000 23:15:32 -0700
From: Jon Hold <jonhold@eudoramail.com>
Subject: No Running 08/? mmmttt oral anal group

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If you have faggot sensitivity, you ought not read this story.  I'd really
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Try to keep in mind that while 42 is the meaning of life, it is not the only
possible solution. Jon


Chapter 8

The Party Parties


Neil led Buddy to the back of the house into the kitchen and then up a staircase
and through another door that led down a hallway that seemed to go beyond
the house. As Neil used a special key to open the door at the far end of the
hallway he explained that this was the carriage house where the servants used
to live over the stables. He said that Tommy had fixed it up as a playroom and
his own quarters and that his parents never came out there. The door opened
into a small anteroom and which hid direct view of the palatial bedroom. Buddy
had never seen such a place. It had been specially set up for this evening, in
hopes that the new inductee would relax with some of the guys and they could
all have fun.

The room was warm, and smelled of exotic scents. There was a slight haze of
incense in the soft glow of many ruby-glass contained candles burning all
around the room. The carpet was thick and soft, the paintings on the walls
darkly rich. The center of the room held the pieci d'resistance, not that the
piece in question was going to resist much, but the huge circular bed was
covered with softly pliable smooth black leather. The blatant sexual intentions
of the bed made Buddy blush --- and get so horny at the same time that he felt
on the edge of cumming just looking at the bed. Neil put his arm around his
shoulders, and then rubbed his back and butt.

"Sure you want to do this? No one will think any the less of you if you don't"

Buddy blushed deeply again. "No. I really want to do this.... But is it really okay
with you?"

Neil took Buddy by the shoulders and turned him so they were facing each
other. "Buddy. These guys have been my friends my whole life. We've grown up
together. We played together and showed each other how to jack off. They are
all like the brothers I never had. They are special to me... and I want you to be
special to them also. I want my friends to be your friends. I want you to be as
comfortable with them as I am. That doesn't mean we always agree, or that we
don't fight. All I mean is that I want my most special brother of all to love the
rest of my brothers, and respect them."

Buddy didn't say anything, he just moved in and cuddled up to Neil, who held
him tightly in his arms. "I'll send the guys up one at a time, but I'll stay right in
the kitchen. If you need me --- for ANYTHING --- just pull that cord over there
and a bell will ring in the kitchen and I'll be up here 'toot sweet'!"

"I love it when you talk dirty to me in French." Buddy giggled.

Neil swatted Buddy's bubble butted bottom as the bumptious baby boy
bounced bedwards and displayed himself wantonly. Neil turned for the door. "I'd
better get out of here before I stay here and screw you all night myself!

Anxious, worried about what was going to happen, Buddy lost none of his
breathless lust as he awaited his first visitor. A timid knock at the closed door
alerted him to the immanency of his first encounter. Sweating like crazy and not
really knowing how to handle this, Buddy called out, "Come on in."

He heard the door open and then close and then some soft scurrying sort of
sounds and then four eyes, luckily attached two and two to two different blond
mopped heads, peeked around the corner into the bedroom. It was the puppy-
dog friendly twins that Buddy had first seen Neil with. "Come on, guys!" he
invited. "the bed is cool!"

Eager, bouncing like a couple of spring wound toys, the boys popped up on the
bed and gleefully jumped on Buddy and started wrestling with him. The boys
were so Identical that everyone had given up years ago trying to tell them apart
and some thought that the boys couldn't even tell themselves apart, one from
the other. The boys did nothing to disabuse anyone of this idea. They were
blond, blue-eyed, beautiful and brilliant. If you weren't sure about any of that, all
you had to do was ask them. They'd be glad to fill you in on all the details, as
they were doing rapid-fire for Buddy right then, one boy taking over in the
middle of a sentence from his brother with never a bobble or strain. Buddy kept
whipping his head back and forth, trying to keep track, as the boys told him
their life histories (condensed version that included their skipping two grades
which explained why they were so much younger than the other guys and why
their dicks weren't as big. The twins had really nice perky little pee-pees, and
from the looks of things, Buddy didn't think they were going to get much
bigger. But they also fit the boys bodies and personalities so well that much
more dick growth would mar the boys essential beauty.)

In self-defense, Buddy got both boys in headlocks and laid on top of them with
their heads together as they uninterruptedly continued their tale, which
included some highlights of their own initiation. Their brashness was excused by
their sincere interest when they started cross examining Buddy about how well
Neil had screwed him and how much did he like Neil and when were he and Neil
going to tie the knot and was he going to have sex with anyone else except Neil
and did he like them and did he have and pets and what classes was he taking
and which did he like and...

While the boys chattered Buddy just mostly listened, nodding once in a while,
while considering his ebullient companions. Naked, slick and powerfully slithery
as harbor seals, both boys were fresh and eager and as full of life as an atom
bomb with a trigger that's ready to trip. There was something special, almost
magical about these boys. They seemed totally unconcerned about the fact
that they were lying naked under a naked near-stranger who was holding them
immobile while sexually aroused. Their zest for life was contagious and Buddy
found himself eager to get to know them better. He relaxed his head-locks on
the boys and they continued to lay underneath of him, holding him and feeling
him as he returned the favor by listening to their undiminished babbling while he
felt them all over. They felt GREAT!

Without warning, Buddy leaned down and locked his lips to those of the boy on
the right. He felt the boys confusion as the boy he was kissing became deeply
involved in kissing Buddy and his brother seemed to start drifting off. Buddy
was sensitive enough to realize that the boys brains didn't work in parallel, they
were wired in series and that his distracting the one brother had cut the other
loose. He could feel the continued eagerness for contact with him from both
boys, but he could feel them loosing their unity as one did something the other
had no experience of. Knowing, instinctively, that he had to help the boys not
get lost by such things he pulled the unkissed brother closer and put one of the
boys hands on his brothers head and his other hand on Buddy's own head. He
was clearly saying, 'Don't go away. Pay attention! Be part of us!'

Buddy felt the drifting boy reconnect and become part of what was happening.
He knew he was right --- these boys were one person, who just happened to be
using two bodies. He pulled them as close together under him as he could and
when the last pair of lips moved close he slid his own eager lips and tongue
from their parted resting place to the untouched cupid's bow awaiting him. The
boy eagerly accepted him and was quickly tangling tongues with him with all the
fervor of a drowning sailor saved from the sea. It took little time for the avid
young men to figure out the mechanics of a three-way kiss that seemed to
blossom and then explode with flames of passion.

Buddy left the twins madly kissing each other as he kissed and licked his way
down their necks and across their chests until he had the tiny nubbins on their
powerfully developed swimmers breasts jutting out like steel switches to their
passion.

Without breaking their liplock with each other the now frantic boys lower bodies
went crazy, legs twisting and turning and wrapping themselves around Buddy's
torso until he was sure he'd been attacked by an octopus. An attack he did
nothing to defend himself from. He teased his way down their tummys, causing
both boys to cry out in an animated rapture of lustful need.

When he got to the boys identical innie bellybuttons, Buddy suddenly swiveled
his head downwards between their sweat slick bellies and slid a finger up each
of their tight little buttholes as he trapped both drooling cockheads in his
mouth at the same time. The atom bomb went off.

-----

Crying, sobbing, clutching each other tightly, the twins managed to drag Buddy
back up, their spent organs falling from his mouth as they forcibly dragged him
from their supersensitive flesh to their eager mouths. Trying to kiss him and
babble out their pleasure at the same time, the twins managed to tell him that
they had never gotten off that hard, even together, and how happy they were
and how they wanted to return the favor and how they wanted him to fuck
them and how they'd fucked each other but no one else ever had but they both
wanted him to be the first to fuck them, please, would he? NOW!"

Buddy laughed and continued to kiss his eager young puppies as he finger
fucked them into renewed passion before moving them around to face each
other, their legs entwined, over and under, over and under.  Never loosing lip
contact Buddy slipped a foot between their slick bellies and before they had any
idea what was happening he was between their hot bodies and had their
cockheads trapped in his butt. Both boys howled as they fell backwards,
propping themselves up on their backwards facing arms as they thrust with all
their strength up into Buddy's dark heat.

Buddy held onto both boys as he pounded their loins with his cock-hungry ass
while the boys raged and fucked him as hard as they could, never missing a
stroke and never going out of sync with each other. The two perfectly formed
little cocks each doing its part to tear Buddy a new asshole.

Having just cum, the boys were able to last longer than they ever had before,
really working Buddy's ass over and amazing themselves with their newfound
ability to not only fuck together, but to fuck for what seemed like forever. The
three managed to find several other positions that they could fuck in and the
twins did everything in their power to give Buddy the fucking of his life.

Without warning, both brothers exploded together up Buddy's ass with a
suddenness found only in young developing studs. They knew they hadn't
brought Buddy off, but dripping cock cream all over the place they pushed
Buddy down on his back and two hot mouths soon had him cumming for all he
was worth. They didn't miss a drop of his effusion squabbling about who had
gotten the most while they were chasing down his last dribbles.

The twins abruptly got up and left Buddy alone --- but were soon back with hot,
wet washcloths and a big, fluffy towel. They carefully washed Buddy down,
being sure to get his crotch and butt spotlessly clean before leaving him,
relaxed and happy on the bed. Buddy heard the shower running and the boys
jabbering as they cleaned themselves and each other. They came bouncing out
of the bathroom, blond hair darkened by the water and their bodies looking
even more youthful because of their hairlessness which was more apparent now
that their dicks were hanging down and bouncing around as the boys jumped
back up on the bed, kissing and thanking Buddy and telling him they were
available ANYTIME he was interested.

Buddy kissed them and hugged them and then swatted their butts and told
them to go away, they were turning him into an old man.

Laughing, the boys jumped up and took a couple of steps towards the exit
before stopping and turning around, suddenly serious. Looking at each other,
they turned back to Buddy and, in perfect stereo, said, "Thank you, Buddy. You
are the only person who has ever made love to US. Everyone else makes love to
one or the other side of us at a time, never to US. Thank you."

Buddy blushed and the boys turned and ran from the room.

-----

A firm, loud knock immediately preceded the entrance of Tommy, the big farm
boy who's parents owned the house. "Everything OK?" he asked as he
confidently walked across the room and sat down next to Buddy on the bed.

"Yeah! Everything's fine." Buddy said. "It's really great of you to let us have the
party here," blushing, "... and... well, everything --- you know." Buddy said,
blushing even redder as he waived his hand across the room indicating the really
sexy and sexual setting.

"No problem." Tommy said with a happy grin on his face. Everybody's really
happy that you're here and that you're joining us. I can see you like my
bedroom, and I hope to see you in here a lot. Would you like to see my
playroom?

Eagerly, Buddy nodded 'Yes'. Tommy got up and helped Buddy to his feet and
then went to one of the doors and entered a combination into the push-button
lock on the door. Waiving Buddy over, he took him by the hand and led Buddy
into the dark room. He closed the double door arrangement and then flipped on
the lights. He led Buddy down the staircase and through another double door
arrangement. When the lights came on this time Buddy just stood there with his
mouth hanging open. The large room resembled nothing quite so much as a
medieval dungeon designed by a top Rodeo Drive designer. Black leather  and
deeply polished and finely finished oak accented with brass tacks and fittings.
Stainless steel cages and hand-forged manacles. Buddy was not so much
frightened by the display of "torture" instruments as he was impressed --- and
sexually aroused. Some of the things he could figure out, like the rack and the
pillory, the whips, paddles and chains and such. Some of the furnishings he
could only guess at, his imaginings strangely arousing him and making him want
to find out more about them.

Tommy watched Buddy's dick fill all the way up and become totally rigid. He
grinned when he saw the boy's eyes go wide as he seemed to be having trouble
breathing. "Would you like to play with some of my toys?" Tommy quietly
asked.

Semi-dazed, Buddy shuffled over to what looked like one of the sawhorses in
wood shop, only really fancy with lots of leather and brass rings and things all
over it. Afraid to touch, he pointed and turning to face Tommy, asked, "What's
this?"

Tommy walked over alongside of Buddy and gently said, "Here, let me show
you." He moved Buddy to the side of the device and then squatted down and
fastened a fleece padded leather cuff around Buddy's ankle. He duckwalked
behind Buddy and helped him move his other foot over to the far leg of the
sawhorse and then put the same sort of cuff around that ankle. Licking his way
up Buddy's butt and back, Tommy stood up close behind Buddy and put his
arms around the aroused boys chest and started playing with his nipples. "Can I
use you the way Neil did?

All Buddy could do was look back over his shoulder and nod, 'Yes'. Tommy had
him so hot he was about to faint, and when Tommy leaned across his shoulder
and took possession of his lips and mouth, Buddy thought he was going to
swoon. He'd always thought that words like "swoon" were made up just for
English classes, but now realized exactly what it meant and why there just had
to be a special word for this heady, dazed, passionate, hazy feeling of lightness
and effervescence. He felt Tommy moving behind him and watched the black
t-shirt and running pants as they seemed to drift to the floor in slow motion.
Kissing and holding tight with arms once again around Buddy's chest, Tommy
leaned forward and restrainedly forced Buddy to fold over the top of the
sawhorse until he could fasten Buddy's wrists in the cuffs attached to the legs
on the far side of the playtoy. Buddy realized that he was fastened, spread-
eagled and folded in half in a position he couldn't escape from. The weight of
the hot body on his back made him wonder if he was even interested in
escaping, he felt perfectly fine right where he was.

Tommy got off Buddy's back and, seeming to be totally self-occupied, as if
there were no one else in the room, walked across the room to a shelf, picked
up a bottle of oil and started oiling down his body. Buddy strained his head up
to watch, finding himself turned on more and more by the bigger boys
narcissistic behavior. Tommy finished oiling himself and then walked over to a
neatly mounted wall display of various types of whips and paddles.

"Neil tells me that sometimes you like to have your ass warmed up a bit before
it gets fucked. Is that so?"

Buddy realized that he was going to have to be very careful how he answered.
He was in no position to invite even more discipline than this guy obviously
intended to administer already. "Yes, Sir." is all he said.

Tommy looked at him, waiting for Buddy to make a mistake, and then said,
"Good, boy!" Then he turned and began fingering his collection of attitude
adjusters. Some of the items scared Buddy, and some simply didn't interest
him. Tommy finally took down a wide leather strop with big holes in it that was
attached to a black leather handle that filled even Tommy's big hand. "You like
this one?"

Buddy's eyes got really big. Tommy had picked the one "toy" that really had
interested him the most. He didn't realize that Tommy had been watching his
face in a mirror. "Yes, Sir." Buddy said, his voice half eager and half fearful.

"Good! How many do you think you should get with this?"

"Uh... Ten, Sir?" Buddy said hesitantly.

"Okay. Five should be enough. But if you want ten, ten you'll get!"

Buddy realized that he'd let himself in for a real session, but resigned himself to
take it as well as he could. The first stroke was almost more than Buddy could
handle and his whole body jerked upwards as he sucked in a pain-filled gasp of
cold air. The second stroke soon followed, even before Buddy could really settle
back down, and he cried out.

Tommy hung the paddle over the end of the sawhorse and walked over to the
side wall and took down a device made of leather straps. He soon had the
rubber tube of the leather gag filling Buddy's mouth, securely held in place by
the mouth strap and straps that crossed his eyes and traveled up over his head
to where they fastened at the back of his neck to the mouth strap. "If your
nose fills up and you can't breath, just bite down on the tube and the ball will
pop out. But I'd better find your nose full of snot or your ass will pay the bill.
This place is really well soundproofed, but I don't like my boytoys yelling. It
hurts my ears."

Tommy picked up his paddle and moved back around behind Buddy. "Now, let's
see. Where were we? ... Oh, yeah. YOU interrupted, so we have to start over
with your ten warm-up swats."

'Oh, Jeeze!' Buddy thought. I've got to take ten more of those. He took a deep
breath, grabbed hold of the chains linking his cuffs to the legs of the sawhorse
and set himself to accept the inevitable.

Tommy was a master at his craft. He inflicted the maximum pain Buddy could
handle, and never actually hurt him. The sting and fire in Buddy's butt knew no
bounds, but there was no tears or bruising that wouldn't go away in a day or so.
Along about number eight, Buddy found himself eagerly awaiting the next
application of what he was now thinking of as HIS butt toy. Cock drooling and
rubbing up against the finely finished oak of the sawhorse, Buddy was actually
disappointed when Tommy landed the last swat. He just knew that one or two
more would have him cumming like never before. He was certain, in his heart,
that if Tommy hadn't gagged him he'd be begging Tommy to finish him off with
a few more swats.

Tommy let Buddy smell the paddle he'd used and then walked across the room
and hung it back up on the wall. Turning, he saw Buddy watching him with
begging eyes. Smiling to himself, Tommy walked back around behind Buddy and
ran his hands over Buddy's hot ass, feeling what a good job he'd done. Taking
his big cock in his hand, Tommy pushed it's full, heavy, but not rigidly erect
length up inside of Buddy's ass. Holding it deep inside of the trembling,
sweating boy Tommy used his big, work-hardened hand to swat Buddy's already
bright red ass. Once. Twice. And on the third solid smack Buddy's behind went
crazy on Tommy's dick, clutching and spasming and tweaking like something
insane as Buddy splattered his juices all over the sawhorse and floor.

Tommy just stood there with his cock up Buddy's ass until Buddy finally quieted
down and then he pulled his cock carefully out of the still twitching hole and
unfastened the chains holding the boy to the sawhorse, leaving the cuffs on
him. He picked it limp Buddy up in his powerfully muscled arms and carried him
upstairs to the bedroom and laid him on the bed. Tommy climbed up onto
Buddy's back and put his now almost totally erect cock back into the boy's hot
hole. Tommy laid his full weight on Buddy's back and gave him a long, slow
fucking with his ponderous, farm-breeding sized fuck-weapon. Buddy accepted
everything Tommy had to offer, glorying in the feeling of a mature, hard
working man giving him a good, solid fucking. Part way through the fuck Tommy
had Buddy so wound up that he was desperately sucking air through his partially
clogged up nose. Tommy pulled the ball pug out of the gag and Buddy sucked in
great gulps of air as Tommy continued to ride his ass with a determined stroke
that wasn't going to be put off by anything this side of an orgasm.

When Tommy started getting into his final strokes he covered Buddy's mouth
and nose so he couldn't breath at all and enjoyed the feeling of the boy
struggling beneath him. Desperate need for air made Buddy tense up and start
getting dizzy and unbelievably horny at the same time. Tommy went wild on his
back, pumping what felt like quarts of hot seed into the boy he was breeding.
Buddy went off like never before and Tommy let him have some air as both
boys struggled against each other in the throes of an almost inconceivable
mutual orgasm.

Tommy finally managed to struggle up off of buddy and stagger into the
bathroom, emerging fifteen minutes later to see Buddy passed out in a puddle
of sweat, cum and tears. He took the cuffs and gag off the exhausted boy and
then carried him into the shower and stood there holding him until Buddy came
around.

Grinning, Buddy put his arms around Tommy's neck and kissed him. "Wow! That
was great! You are fantastic!

Tommy grinned and slapped Buddy's butt, none too gently. "Think you'd like
some more of that sometime?"

"Well..." Buddy said, suddenly shy. "I would if it would be okay with Neil."

Tommy laughed and swatted Buddy's behind again. "Neil loves these games.
Think you might like to have the both of us working you over some time?"

Buddy sprung an immediate boner up against Tommy's belly. "Really!" he asked
in an eager voice.

Laughing, Tommy pushed himself back from the insatiable boy.  "Really! We'll
ask Neil together some time. That okay with you?"

"Oh, yeah! You bet!!!"

"For now though. Do you need to rest, or do you want some more company?"

Recharged by his thoughts and rearing to go, Buddy grinned back at Tommy,
"Bring 'em on! I can whip the bunch of them!"

"I'll just bet you can." Tommy laughed, ducking out of the showerstall before
Buddy could get something else started with him.



-----



A couple of minutes later Rudy, the solid center of the football team, opened
the showerstall door and poked his head in. "Tommy said you might need some
help getting cleaned up?"

Grinning at the honest, hopeful face, Buddy said, "Sure. How are you at washing
off sore butts?"

Rudy stepped into the stall and closed the door behind him. Looking at Buddy's
butt and giving it a gentle feel, he shook his head. "Looks like Tommy's been up
to his usual fun and games. You okay?"

"Oh, yeah, Rudy. Tommy was really nice."

"Yeah. He does know just exactly how far to take a guy, doesn't he."

Buddy readily agreed, but wondered just exactly how Rudy knew. Meanwhile,
Buddy surrendered to Rudy who gently washed him all over, treating him just
like Buddy was his little brother or something. While he was drying Buddy off,
Rudy sort of stammered and stuttered, but managed to let Buddy know that
he'd really like to butt-fuck him. Buddy grinned and hugged Rudy, telling him
that he'd love to feel Rudy's fat holepunch stretch him to new dimensions. That
pleased Rudy no end, but he immediately started stuttering and stammering
again.

"Come on, Rudy! Anything you want to say is okay with me. How embarrassed
am I supposed to get, standing here naked with your thumb up my ass?"

"Well...." Rudy started, blushing bright red. "I really want to plow your ass if you
can get me inside of you, but... well..."

"Spit it out, Rudy. Go ahead."

"Well.... I sort of like to get fucked before I fuck someone. It sort of gets me
going." Rudy finally managed to blurt out.

'Wow!" Buddy said, running his hands through the lush pelt of dark fur covering
Rudy's chest. Running his hands down Rudy's waist to his hair covered butt, "I'd
LOVE to fuck your ass. You'll really let me?"

"Yeah! I'd love to feel you plugging my ass. Then I can give you a really good
fuck too!"

Running one hand down through Rudy's think belly fur, Buddy's hand discovered
that it lacked several inches of being able to encompass Rudy's stiff shaft.
"Yeah!" he said in awe. "I think so too!"

Wasting no more time, Buddy grabbed Rudy's hand and drug him into the
bedroom and pushed him down on his back on the big circular bed. Pushing
Rudy's legs up into the air, Buddy got down on his knees and buried his face in
the hairy cleft between the brawny muscles of Rudy's hefty man butt. Rudy
moaned deeply down in his chest as he felt the younger boys tongue plastering
down the hair leading to his intended target. The tickling of Buddy's tongue-tip
caused Rudy to curl up into a shoulderstand, dragging Buddy up with him as the
boy desperately clung to his snack. Settling down on his shoulders, Rudy spread
his legs and moved them around until he found the exact position that opened
him up the most fully to Buddy's efforts. Buddy applauded his efforts by driving
his tongue completely into the soft pink folds of exposed flesh. 'Talk about
where the sun don't shine!' Buddy thought as he tried to burrow even deeper
into the man-tasting furrow.

Neither boy tried to rush getting to know each other, preferring to take their
time and really enjoy what was happening. Rudy had gotten so spaced out that
he really wasn't aware of exactly when Buddy had moved and replaced his
tongue with a much longer and more relentless portion of his anatomy. All he
knew was that Buddy was somehow managing to keep new and ever stronger
sensations coming and how much he appreciated the kids gentle mastery of his
body, feelings and emotions.

Buddy found that Rudy was so strong that there was no way he could move
him, but that by applying gentle pressure, he could get Rudy to move into any
position Buddy's fertile mind could invent. One move inadvertently dumped
them both off of the bed onto the well cushioned rug, startling both of them
out of the sensual fog Buddy had built around them. Laughing, Rudy accused
Buddy of trying to kill him and Buddy responded by calling him a wimp and
jerking on a double handful of the football players chest hair. Rudy bellowed and
the wrestling match was on! Rolling all over the floor, the two looked like
nothing so much as a really weird and overgrown pair of seven year olds. Buddy
rode Rudy like a bucking bronco and then like a Quarterback waiting for the ball.
Buddy had just gotten a good tickle grip on Rudy's ribs when his victim suddenly
twisted and Buddy found himself on his back with a sweat-pouring, flaring-
nostriled stallion reared up over him. Feeling something hot, blunt and very,
very wide pushing on the hole between his legs, Buddy went, "Uh oh!" and
spread his legs wide and hiked his butt up in line with the shaft he knew he was
about to receive. Luckily, for all his raging blood and lustful urges, Rudy
controlled himself and very carefully entered Buddy. Giving his willing victim
plenty of time to stretch open and learn to accommodate a fuck tool bigger
around than some men's hands.

Rudy couldn't believe it when he felt his pubic hair actually touch another
person. None of his playmates, boy or girl, man or woman had ever been able to
allow Rudy entry. Buddy felt Rudy bottom out and simply said, "Thank you,
Rudy. For being so careful and for stretching me out so wonderfully."

Rudy cried. Cried like a sinner who had died and been forgiven and allowed into
heaven. He cried in wonder and in joy and with the artless honesty of a small
child given his hearts desire. Buddy just held him and nuzzled him and
accommodated himself to the ever more pleasurable fullness that was
saturating his senses as he waited Rudy's awakening.

And awaken Rudy did. "Are you okay?" was his first half-fearful, totally
wondering question.

"Oh, Yeah!" was the pleasure soaked answer. First squeezing with his rectal
muscles and then hunching up against Rudy's loins, Buddy asked, "You gonna
fuck me now?"

"Can I?" Rudy asked, totally surprised.

"No." Buddy answered, making Rudy cringe. "Let's just lay here like this until we
die of starvation and everyone has to come up here and try to figure out how
to pry us apart."

Rudy looked deeply into Buddy's eyes and saw lust and need mixed with
happiness and knew he was being teased. "God! No wonder Neil is so head over
heels in love with you!"

Rudy started exploring what it was to fuck another person and Buddy's body
switched to autodrive as his mind spun off into wonder. 'Rudy is Neil's best
friend and buddy ever since they were small children! Rudy says Neil actually
loves me. Rudy would know such things. I'll bet Neil's been talking to him about
me. Neil. He loves --- ME? Me? He loves *ME*. WOW!"

Rudy suddenly had his hands full as the raging maniac beneath him started
aggressively teaching him everything he would ever need to know about the art
and science of fucking. The powerful center just held on for dear life and did his
best to keep up with his best friends new lover. "JEEZE!!!" he wheezed out as
Buddy shifted into high gear. He started praying for his survival and trying to
keep up as Buddy made damn sure that Rudy's cherry was busted, split in half
and mashed into a pulp.

Dizzy, weak, feeling defenseless and totally drained of all energy struggled with
all his soul to stay conscious and remain aware of the mind-blasting freeway he
had just sped down so madly with Buddy just barely keeping them from crashing
and killing themselves. He sobbed, and cried for breath as shudders quaked
through a body he was only dimly aware was his own. The power of his orgasm
had lifted him and spun him totally out of control. Squashing his sex partner
beneath him, mashing their torso's together with all the power in his massive
arms, Thoughtlessly crushing the boy into a ball under him as he drove his loins
harder and harder against the insignificant and helpless  strength of the only
person to ever allow him the ultimate sexual experience, that of intromission,
actual penetration of their body, that of copulation, actually letting him, NO,
egging him on into fucking his willing partner with all the instinct driven
masculine dominance of his powerful and sexually frustrated body; of
insemination, of actually being allowed, NO!, encouraged, to ejaculate, to cum,
to spurt huge amounts of his long repressed and thickly clotted man-seed; to
sperm inside of another person, to lay down his maiden tribute on the altar of
Mars, to finally accomplish the organic driving need of every male to pass on his
seed and accomplish completion by fucking to climax and attaining the pinnacle
of pleasure, a pinnacle so lofty that fear of a fall from its magnificence made
him as fearful as a small child in a dark room on a stormy night. He sobbed, and
tried to hold on with weakened, unresponsive arms.

Buddy held the shattered man on top of him. Held him gently but firmly. Held
him so he wouldn't fall. Held him so he could ride his experience to the ultimate
end. Held him carefully, as one would hold the most fragile crystal. Held him
strongly, so he would know he was not alone. Held him to be holding him, to be
there with him, to share with him the glory, the magic, the overwhelming beauty
that was happening within the mind and body of this gentle giant, a man who
could have broken bones and crushed his body --- but who, even in the midst of
his overpowering orgasm, managed to not hurt him any more that was sexually
enjoyable to the both of them, managed to be aware of when he was going too
far and, even more amazingly, managed to control himself to go no further.
Buddy hoped that Rudy was very, very important to Neil, because he knew that
he wanted to be available to Rudy whenever he was needed, or wanted.

Rudy finally managed to roll off of Buddy, his still bloated cock sucking and
making a popping noise as it pulled lose from the distended tissues that tried to
keep it from escaping. He pulled Buddy to his chest and crying almost
uncontrollably, begged Buddy for forgiveness and prayed that he hadn't hurt
him too bad. He felt himself being pushed over on his back and the lithe, agile
body of his sexual conquest clambering up to straddle his waist. Sharp pain from
his paps being tweaked and twisted in opposite directions got his attention and
shut him up --- most effectively. "Wanna do it again?" Buddy grinned down at
him from where he was sitting --- right on top of his cock.

Rudy pulled the impudent boy down against his chest and tried to kiss him,
laugh, cry, tell how wonderful he felt and how much he wanted to never leave
this bedroom --- or Buddy --- all at the same time.

Buddy kept kissing Rudy's lips and brushing the hair back off his forehead and
licking the sweat out of his eyes while he listened to the boy babble on and try
to make sense of the universe again. Buddy finally managed to get Rudy up on
his feet and led him out the passageway and down to the kitchen where Neil
waited.

"Jesus Christ!" Neil burst out as he jumped to his feet. "Are you guys okay?"
grabbing Rudy as his knees gave way and he headed for the floor. It took both
Neil and Buddy to hold him up and get him into a chair. Rudy kept babbling and
Neil knelt before him holding him up into the chair and tried to make sense of
what his best friend was saying. Neil finally looked to Buddy who just grinned
and said, "He fucked me."

"Oh, my God!" Neil said, turning to Buddy. He took his lover by the waist and
turned him around and then bent him over so he could check for damage,
totally expecting to see Buddy's ass torn to shreds. A careful examination
revelled a well-used, but apparently perfectly okay man-cunt. He stood Buddy
back up and the boy immediately asked, "He's great, Neil. Can we keep him for
a pet?"

Neil looked shocked and Rudy swung and tried to punch Buddy. Laughing
uncontrollably, he fell to the floor. Neil, even more shocked, started to sputter
and then, seeing the look of total innocence on Buddy's face, started laughing
himself. Trying to get the almost hysterical Rudy up off the floor led to both big
athletes in a tangle of arms and legs on the floor with Buddy standing over
them, laughing.

Two hands snaked out of the tangle and grabbed Buddy by the ankles. He
squealed as his playmates pulled him down on top of their hard bodies. He was
spun around and arms and legs soon pinned him against the eager friends. A
luscious three-way kiss was interrupted when Neil asked, "Well? What do you
think, Rudy. The kid is erratic and unpredictable as hell, but would you like to be
our pet?"

Buddy was never actually sure of the answer because his protests were quashed
when both boys pushed him down in-between them and rolled over on top of
him so they could kiss. Buddy's struggles didn't even distract the two friends
learning how good their best friend could kiss until he managed to get a pair of
nuts in each hand.

"Arrrrgh's" of pain filled the kitchen and Buddy was about to be pounded to a
pulp by two nut-sore studs when a new voice broke in:

"You guys gonna give the rest of us a chance, or are you going to fuck around
for the rest of the night?"

Buddy looked up and saw Danny, the Butterfly champion of the swim team.
"Save me, Danny! Save me and I'll let you fuck my brains out!"

"Done!" The six-foot athlete boldly proclaimed, stepping over the recumbent
tangle. His hugely developed chest muscles made quick work of separating the
bigger boys and plucking Buddy out from in-between them. He threw Buddy
over his wide shoulder and headed for Tommy's bedroom. "See you guys later."
he said.

Both boys just laid there in shocked surprise until Buddy stuck his thumbs in his
ears, waggled his fingers and stuck his tongue out at them. Then they grabbed
each other into a tight embrace, buried their heads together and broke out into
gales of laughter.

Buddy smiled and knew everything was going to be okay.

---eof---