Date: Fri, 9 Oct 2015 17:43:27 -0700
From: Kyle Weaver <krazytop@gmail.com>
Subject: The Douchebag and the Hole--Part 13

Part XIII

BARM BARM BARM.

Where was I?

I didn't often sleep in my boxers.  Sometimes to tease Duke, when I thought
he might see...

Duke.

His arms were wrapped around me.  I sighed slowly and turned my head to
look at him.  He was wearing my pajamas again.  I'd probably get them back
the day I got my blue button-up back.

The thick frost on the cabin windows was about all I could see in the
darkness.

Duke flexed his arms and chest, holding me tight, willing me not to get the
door.

It wasn't morning yet.  As I squinted, I could see the veil of stars.

"Please, let me in guys.  You aren't..."

Duke sighed, wriggling away from me and walking across the room.  He
flipped on the lights and reached for the door.

"Can I take you guys up on the spare bed offer tonight?  People are still
playing Mafia out there."

"I dunno," Duke said.  "Sure you can stand being in a room with me and my
boyhole?"

"Your what?  Fffuck man.  Forget I asked."  Roy wrinkled his mouth.  "Two
of you fit on that little bed?"

Duke walked back over to me and flopped down, snuggling up and wrapping his
arms around me again.  We spooned on our sides, and he pushed me closer and
closer to the wall.

"See that crack between the bed and the wall?" Duke asked.  He had swiveled
his head away, facing Roy again.  "It's the right size for Holden."

He forced me forward again and I slipped into the crevice.

"Duke," I whimpered.

Roy chuckled.  "I'm not sure why you put up with all that, Holden."

I stole a glance toward him now.  He had defined features—he was not
quite as bulky as Duke, but still, he sported sinewy folds of muscles that
glimmered in the unnatural light and cast shadows here and there.  He had
ditched his shirt; he just had on his flannel pajamas and arrowhead
necklace.

His expression was difficult to read; he smacked his lips a few times; his
puppy-dog brown eyes looked subdued, as though his mind was working at a
measured clip.

Roy flipped the light back off, sauntered over to the spare bed, and rolled
onto it, facing away.

Duke backed up slightly, relinquishing a little bit of room on the bed,
although I had to thrust my ass into him to acquire it.

He exhaled, exploring my body with his hands, and breathing into my ear.

Once Roy's breathing changed, Duke became militant.

He dug into my back, sweeping out warm circles there, working his way down
further and further.  Eventually, he arrived at my ass, which he pulled on
and rubbed firmly, stretching out my boxers.

He folded the waistband of my boxers over itself, then repeated that action
over and over, like he was rolling up a sleeping bag.  Bit by bit he
unwrapped my ass, exposing it to the cool night air.

Once my ass was free he groped it, testing how far he could stretch me with
his temperate hands.

My breathing grew louder and broke; I flexed my ass into him.

Duke snarled.

He grabbed me by the head and pinned me facedown into the bed.

Duke must have brought his lube.

I cooed as he rubbed it against my hole.

"Yeah boy," he said, nibbling on my ear, "I love it when you pine for me."

"Wh—what if Roy wakes up?"

"We'll cross that bridge when we come to it."

His cock dug between my ass cheeks, swirling around my crack till he found
the spot.

Then, with confidence, he plunged his cock inside.

I tried to stifle my moan, and emitted a twittering grunt instead.

He tongued my ear.  "You love this, don't you faggot?"

"I love this," I whispered.  "Fuck me, Manpike."

Slowly, inch after inch of his cock dug inside me.

I didn't feel quite as busted as the times before; his cock stretched me to
my limits, but it was a known feeling now; my ass was familiar lodging for
his monster cock, as though I served it personally as a bed and breakfast.

I still gasped as he bottomed out.  It was impossible not to—I couldn't
transform into his open boyhole idly.

Light blinded me.

Roy scowled at us.  "Holy shit!"

My eyes bugged out, but Duke covered up my mouth and humped me deep.

"This is gonna give me nightmares," Roy said.  "Did you have to go at
it...right this second?  For fuck's sake."

Duke gripped me by the hair, making me crane my neck and look at his buddy.
Then, Duke nibbled on my ear.  "Invite him over."

"Roy," I croaked.  "Please don't be mad."

"Oh, I'm not mad at you," Roy said.  "I think I know who the culprit is."

He took a few steps toward us, shaking his head.  Still, I could see the
bulge in his pajamas, and it was growing, trapped between his leg and the
fabric.

"Stop making mountains out of molehills, Roy," Duke said.  "You're mad at
yourself.  You didn't expect to feel whatever it is you feel right now.
Neither did I, when I first met Holden.  But I know what's happening to
you, because I know what happened to me."

"Fuck you," Roy said.  "You ain't me, Duke."

Duke whispered in my ear, "Pine for it."

"Please, Roy," I said softly.  "Please don't judge."  I looked straight at
his bulge, then up at his eyes, biting my lip.  My voice grew really soft.
"I'm a boyhole, okay?"

He took another step toward me, holding my head in his hand, tilting it up
at him, so I could look into his eyes.  There was a darkness there that
wasn't there before.

"I had a cousin like you," Roy said.  "You should have seen what my uncle
did to him.  Push me at your own risk."

"Kiss it," Duke whispered.

I leaned in—and kissed the bulge.  Under the soft fabric, I felt the
heat of his pole, which jumped on contact.

Roy snarled, slapping me across the face.

He clenched his eyes shut, struggling to breathe.

Duke grabbed my face and ground it into Roy's junk.

Roy's muscles trembled as he stood in place, otherwise paralyzed, refusing
to open his eyes.

Duke plowed my hole, pulling on my ass with each hand, stretching me
further.  I moaned, leaning forward into Roy, chewing on his pajama bottoms
and the warm ridge beneath.

Duke reached out, grabbed the flannel on both sides, and tugged the pajamas
to his knees.

Roy's round, low-hanging hairy balls drooped down; his ample, vein-webbed
cock flipped up.

Duke pushed me forward, burying my face in his balls.  "Lick him."

I stretched my tongue out and cradled his balls, lapping slowly and tasting
his musky, slightly spicy flavor.  Meanwhile, Duke took his time, pulling
out till just the head was inside me, jumping playfully, before threading
his cock deep inside again.

I moaned, overwhelmed, slurping on Roy's sack.

Roy broke his silence, gasping, then, his body tightened and he clenched
his teeth.  He opened his eyes, sparks flashing in them.  I looked up,
expecting to see surprise in those puppy-dog eyes, but now they looked
rabid and fearful.

Roy gripped his shaft, slapping it against my cheek.  "I tried being nice.
I really did try..." he said, his voice fading.

"He doesn't like it too nice.  Tell him," Duke growled, twisting his cock
inside me, curling against my insides.

"Don't be too nice," I said, my voice monotone.  It was hard to keep track
of what was going on; it was as though I was saturated; desensitized.
"Don't be afraid."

Duke tightened his grip on the back of my hair, humping me gently as he
lugged my face up against Roy's shaft--and I stuck my tongue out to lick
it. However, Roy deflected my tongue with the back of his hand on the way
to gripping his cock.  I kissed his knuckles as he closed his eyes again,
jacking up and down.

Duke buried my nose in Roy's piquant balls, taking his time to wallop me.

I curled my tongue around them.  I tasted the pang of meat; I felt the
rhythm of his fist sliding against my cheek; I heard the clicking of precum
slipping in his slit.

Duke slowed down, taking care to make sure I felt every contour of his
monster cock as it slid out of me and back inside.  I lost track of time.
My mouth drooped open, Roy's balls slipped in and out, and I looked up into
his half-open eyes.

"He likes being called names," Duke said, slapping my ass and drilling it.
He grabbed my arms, pinning them behind my back, holding them there with
one hand.

I opened my mouth and tentatively nodded.

"Ya do?" Roy said, his voice curling dangerously.

"Sure, Roy," I croaked, craning up at him.

Roy finally cracked a smile.  "Bitch."

I tongue-prodded the space between his balls.

"Aw, hell," Roy whispered.  He shoved my face away, then hopped onto the
bed, leaning back on his knees, closing his eyes one more time.  "God, what
am I doing?" he asked softly.

Duke pulled Roy's hand away from his crotch and set it on the top of my
head.  Roy's cock flipped up, and I nuzzled against it, waiting for a
reaction—but there was none.  Even when I pricked it with my tongue.
Slowly, I licked the surface of his shaft, feeling the webbed veins
quivering against my lips.

I closed my mouth around the head and sucked out the precum gathering there
with a smacking noise.  Then, I dragged my tongue around it, and looked up
at Roy again.

"Make me your bitch, Roy."

Roy's eyes rolled back; he gripped the back of my head with both hands.
Then, he pulled me down, forcing his cock up to jut up into my mouth.  I
gurgled, trying to tilt my head back and look up in order to look into the
eyes of the new man to breach my defenses.

"He can take it all," Duke said, adding his hand to the back of my head and
shoving me forward.  Roy's cock slid through my mouth and deep down my
throat, making me gag, but Duke wouldn't relent.  His thighs and abs
slapped against me with each thrust, driving me down into the bed.

Either one of them could have overpowered me fairly easily alone; working
together, it wasn't even fair.  Duke tightened his grip on me, making my
wrists dig into one another behind my back, and causing my neck to relax a
little.  Still, I was choking on Roy's cock, making a pathetic cacophony of
spitting noises and whimpers.

Roy smacked his lips, undulating back and forth, growing accustom to what
was happening.  "It's been a while...since we've roasted a bitch."

"It feels nice, doesn't it?" Duke said, rubbing my thighs till they
softened feebly in his hands.

I pushed my ass into the air and impaled myself deeper on his voyaging
monster.

He drummed on my ass with his palms, chuckling.  "God, I love your needy
holes."

I shoved my ass up into Duke with an almost violent yearning, my face still
plugged up with Roy's vein-seamed cock.  Duke purred, slapping my ass
twice, before palming it, spreading it as wide open as it would go.  He
pounded me hard.  He hammered me back down into the bed until I was crushed
up against it and my initiative was rendered completely irrelevant.

Roy pulled his cock out of my face, giving me a chance to gasp for air.

"D'ya like that?" he asked.

"Yes, Roy," I wheezed, delirious.

"Suck my cock, bitchboy."

He shoved it back down my throat and I slurped on the shaft.

"You know earlier, I was mad, and it wouldn't go away.  But now--this is
fuckin' crazy."

"You thought you were angry," Duke said.  "At first, about us being gay,
then, about our dynamic.  But the truth is—you were jealous."

"Fuck you, man," Roy said, gripping my head and using it to jack his cock.
He humped me roughly till his balls ground against my chin.  Duke followed
suit, burrowing inside me till his balls slapped against my perineum.

I felt my voice crack as I moaned.

"Enjoying yourself?" Roy muttered.

"Boyhole is in his element," Duke said.

Roy pulled me off his cock again, shoving two fingers into my mouth and
making me look up into his eyes.  His eyes looked like a puppy again as he
smacked his lips.  Then, he flicked his arrowhead necklace so that it flew
out like a pendulum before thudding between his pectorals.

He flexed for me again, and I could smell his body—an almost peppery
aroma.

"You like slurping my junk, bitch?"

I hung my tongue out and nodded.

"He's so far gone," Duke said.

"I think we all are," Roy said, rubbing his cock against my face.

I turned toward it and licked it from the base to the head.

"Let me suck you, Roy," I breathed.  "Let me suck your cock."

"Don't be cruel with him," Duke said.

Roy gripped me by the ears, grimacing as he forced me down on his shaft.

I moaned around it, clasping it with my tongue as it dug past.

"Damn, take a look at this faggot," Duke said, padding up and down my back
with his hands.  "He's so GODDAM fuckable.  Tight body, bubble butt, chafed
lips, and enthusiasm to die for.  So fuckin' hot."

I paused for a second.  I hadn't thought of myself as the hot one
before—and I sure as hell wouldn't expect Duke to say it.

 "He's fun, too," Roy said. "Didn't give up half-way through the day to
mope in the car like the others."

"Yeah, he's even okay with falling on his face sometimes, ain't that
right?" Duke said.  He grabbed my head and forced it down on Roy's cock
again.

I had acclimated to the rod jutting into my throat, and was able to gargle
on it in a way I knew would drive Roy mad.

"Fu-uh-uck," he whimpered.

I clamped my mouth around Roy cock as my ass clenched around Duke.

Each of them groaned as they thrust balls-deep inside me.

"He seems like he is getting pretty comfortable," Duke said, clapping his
hands against my ass.  "Let's test his limits."

Without warning, Duke slammed his cock deep inside me, then he did it again
and again.  He went deep enough that I worried slightly for the sake of my
body—which was being stretched and packed like silly putty.  The force
of it impaled my face deeper on Roy's jumping cock; he snarled, humping my
mouth like an animal in heat.

They compressed me; I whimpered, tightening my holes reflexively, but not
enough to halt the drumbeat of their flexing bodies.

Duke was unrelenting; I knew he wouldn't stop until I had
capitulated—and maybe not for a good while after that.  He had to prove
that I was powerless in his arms; a fact that was obvious, but that some
part of me chose to question every time, perhaps so he could demonstrate
the extent of his dominant streak.

Again, his body clouted mine.  Again, he tightened his grip on me.  Again,
he growled in my ear.

"You are my fuckin' boyhole, faggot."

I moaned around Roy's cock, and Duke nibbled on my ear.  "Your holes are
tightening, as though you want to delay it, but I know better.  The reason
you have this compulsion to test me is because your body likes being
reminded that you're at my mercy.  I mean, just look at you."

My eyes rolled back; my holes unclenched; and Duke and Roy buried their
cocks so deep inside of me I lost track of the whole world, freezing in
place.

Then, I pushed out in each direction.

"Look!" Duke said.  "Look at his toes curl.  Fag's gonna cum; gonna cum
from being skewered like a pig on both ends.  Couldn't even touch himself
with his dick smashed between his body and the bed and his hands pinned
back.  But it didn't matter."

I moaned, slurping hard on Roy's cock, my ass drawing Duke deep inside and
clenching.

"I can't hold out much longer," Roy said, his cock stretching deep in my
throat, throbbing dangerously.  "Fuck...fuck...fuck..."

Then, without anymore warning, he launched rope after rope of cum deep down
my throat.  The sharp flavor stunned me; it was a mix of saltiness,
sweetness, and spice; I moaned, slurping it all down without hesitation.

I felt like such a slut.  I couldn't come close to sorting out how I felt.

My body was in overdrive; I couldn't think; I couldn't keep track; my mind
was buzzing; then, it was blank.

My dick and balls jumped; they were pinned between my body and the bed;
still, I could feel them on the edge.

"Yeah, cocksucker," Duke growled.  "Cum for your Manpike.  Make me feel
good."

I whimpered around Roy's half-hard, leaking cock, pushing my ass up into
the air again; I could feel my balls throbbing; sparks jumped through me;
my ass clamped in time with my emissions, one after another, as I flooded
the bed beneath me in a river of cum.

Duke growled, spreading my ass again, before burying his cock deep inside
me.  "Yeah, clench for me, bitch," he muttered.  He nibbled my ear again.
"I'm gonna hammer you so hard."

Roy's cock slipped out of my mouth and I nuzzled his balls.

Duke stopped talking, losing himself in the physical sensation, as he
pounded me out of my mind.

He scoped out new spaces, exploring my depths, my weaknesses, my insides.

"Duke," I whimpered.  "Duke—I wanna make you happy, Duke."

"I know it," he said.  He anchored deep within, letting go of my hands and
head, draping his arms around me, and holding me tightly.  He breathed into
my ear.  "You are a good boyhole."

I breathed in the smell of Roy's skin, as I felt the length of Duke's cock
pulsing deep within me.

Cum coursed forth, like a tide stream deep inside me, digging at the
boundaries and making them anew.  I sucked hard on Roy's balls as Duke
filled me.

Roy stroked my hair as Duke collapsed on my body.

I wanted to tell Duke I loved him, but it didn't seem like the best time,
with my face buried in his best friend's balls and all.

Not that it was ever the right time.

So I made do with what I could, and tightened my ass around his cock,
milking out every last drop.


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