Date: Mon, 27 Dec 1999 16:15:02 PST
From: Bill Drake <billdrake@hotmail.com>
Subject: SAE Action 13

This story contains graphic descriptions of gay sex. Do not read if this
offends you or you are too young.

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SAE Action (mm, coll)- ch. 13
Bill Drake (billdrake@hotmail.com)

When I got home, Jake was lounging about on my bed, watching TV as he liked
to do during the afternoon. He was nude and was lazily stoking his prick.
Most fellows would only jack off like that if they watched a porn flick,
but Jake was a perpetual horn dog, and would wrap his fist around his meat
almost out of habit as anything else. He liked to hang around the house
without clothing, which was just fine with me, because I couldn't get
enough of his incredible body.

This afternoon his reclining figure was hot as ever: the blond-brown chest
hair glowed in the light streaming in through the window. And his monster
of a prick stood up straight as a monument to male perfection.

He looked up from the television. "Hey stud," he said, "where have you
been?"

I didn't answer. I just approached him and sat down on his lap. Our faces
met in a heated liplock. Jake's thick tongue invaded my eager mouth. Damn,
this man was not only the sexiest in the house, he knew how to kiss, too.

While we traded our frat saliva and he rubbed the burning flesh underneath
my T-shirt, I pulled down my shorts. With one hand I supported myself on my
bed, while my other hand grabbed his erection and guided it to my recently
fucked hole.  It went right in.

Jake moaned. "Man, your ass feels so soft," he said.

I told him about my hardware store fuck, about the fresh cum he was feeling
on his dick, about how I'd been abused by four stud men one after another.
Jake was hotter and more worked up than I'd ever seen him. Each thrust up
my ass went hard, fast and deep. "Yeah slut, take my big fucking dick.
You're so fucking hungry for my cock."

I was getting into it. All the fucking I'd received earlier did nothing to
tire me out. I was getting off on the idea of doing it with my big-dicked
hunk after taking four hard cocks up my hole. While Jake was giving me his
dirty talk, I shot right back at him. "Yeah, fucker. Use that hole. I'm a
big frat slut and hungry for your big frat dick. Fuck harder..."

He was beyond the point of control now. His hips were going wild and his
pole pounded ballisticallly into my rectum. "Fucking creaming your ass
now. Feel my sperm, stud."

The jism felt great firing deep into my guts, and in seconds my frat load
was spasming out the end of my rockhard dick. Part of me wanted this to go
on forever, but I had to admit I was finally and royally spent.

Slowly, I lifted myself off Jake's prick and lay down next to him on the
bed. He pressed his hairy-smooth body against mine. As his skin radiated
warmth, we fell asleep.

*****

Jake couldn't get the image of the Home Depot man out of his mind. Some
days when he'd fuck me, he'd ask me if he was as big or hard as Stan, or
his loads as big as he shot spunk deep and hard up my ass. Even when the
tables were turned and I was pounding his stud ass, he'd mutter shit about
how he loved my dick and how he'd love to get screwed by me and Stan at the
same time.

I couldn't tell if he was jealous or horny or both, but I didn't tell Jake
that I'd called Stan already. That I'd gone over to his house and fucked
the shit out of his butch asshole. That this new fuck-buddy couldn't get
enough of my frat cock.

One day, I head a knock at my door. I half expected Stan, just because we'd
talked an hour earlier and he mentioned coming over for a balls to the
walls after-work fuck.

"Enter," I said, and in walked Jake. Only he was wearing jeans and a Home
Depot uniform orange polo with matching ballcap. The effect was
mesmerizing. He looked just like a Home Depot guy, I couldn't believe it.
My dick sure was getting off on it, though. I pulled off my shorts, so that
all I was wearing was a tattered Budweiser T-shirt I'd taken from Mike's
drawer one morning.

I lifted my legs up and looked into Jake's horny eyes. "Fuck me, stud," I
commanded.  Silently, he unzipped his jeans and pulled out his huge cock.
It throbbed with desire, occasionally jumping up and spattering precum on
the knit uniform shirt. He reached over to the lube on my nightstand and
dispensed some into his hand, which he proceeded to rub up and down his
hard shaft. "Shit, John, I'm so fucking hot for you," he whispered before
getting down on his knees.

With a deliberate grasp on my legs, he pulled apart my thighs further and
nudged his nose in between my hard cheeks. The next five minutes were sheer
heaven as Jake sucked butt like it was the last day on Earth. Deeper and
deeper his tongue probed the rings of my hole as I relaxed and gave into
the pleasure that washed over my body. All I could see between my legs was
that orange cap, though when Jake looked up, I could see his eyes peer out
from beneath the rim. I could tell he was getting off on getting me ready
for his frat-jock fuck.

What a fuck it was, too. You'd think that after all the dick that my frat
brother had given me, one more time would be nothing special. But it was
almost like getting fucked by a different man. Not the hardware guy he was
dressed up to be, but a different Jake who was in charge without having to
say a word. And that dick probed deeper and harder than I'd ever felt it
go.  Plus, I have to admit: it sure was hot to feel Jake's muscles through
the Home Depot uniform.  Except for his taut forearms and the battering ram
that was his dick, he was completely clothed.

I felt it forming deep in my loins. I can't tell whether it was my dick or
my ass or my balls. Probably all three at once. My orgasm spread up my
body, and I felt my face flush red. My breaths became quick chokes of air,
and my cock began spasming. Jake smiled that big, sexy grin of his. He
loved it when he could fuck the come out of me without so much as a finger
on my cock. He grabbed my hips and began pounding harder. His strokes were
now deep and fast and I couldn't take any more. Jets of my white seed shot
out all over us. It was a shower of cum, the kind of load I shoot when I
haven't nutted in a week, and here it was raining over my T-shirt and over
Jake's uniform-clad torso.

When I caught my breath and Jake pulled out his hardon, I looked up and saw
two burly forearms circle around Jake. It was Stan, buck naked, holding
Jake tightly against him as his hands began to pull the shift out of the
jeans and run his hands all over Jake's perfect chest.

Stan looked up at me and winked. "That was one hot show, boys." One hand
massaged Jake's nipple while the other reached down and cupped the balls
cupped tightly against Jake's ready-to-explode shaft.  Stan nibbled at
Jake's ear. "I'd like to get me some frat-boy ass," he whispered. "How
about it, Jake? Want a real stud to plug your hole?"

Jake threw his head back in passion and could only moan, "Fuck, yes. Fuck
me."

Stan wasted no time. He positioned that big cock of his at the entrance to
Jake's ass and in one swift move, fucked the length of his cock up Jake's
hole. Stan pounded hard at Jake's ass, first with both on their knees, then
doggy style. I didn't know my frat brother could take a fucking that
hard. But he was enjoying the abuse and his dick was harder than ever,
dripping a river of cocksnot all over the rug.

Stan grabbed Jake's shoulders to anchor his hard-piston screw. He kept
complementing Jake on how wonderful a fuck he was and how tight his ass
was. To shut him up, Stan pushed his head back into my crotch. Jake started
lapping at my balls, but soon was working his way lower. I knew what he
wanted, and lifted my legs once more to accommodate him.

"Yeah, fuck-boy, slurp that ass. Lick all your dick cream out of his hole.
Stick that tongue way up there and clean up your mess. Yeah, fucker, your
hole's so fucking tight. Feels like a velvet glove on my cock."

It wasn't long before both Stan and Jake had erupted. Jake promised many
more three-ways in the future. But even if the stud-fucker was lying his
teeth off, I was content just watching the man's sperm leak from Jake's
hole as he slept from exhaustion.