The following story is intended for adults over age 18 interested in male to male sexual fantasy. If that's not you, please read no further.

This is a continuation of the story, "The Rescue" and "The Rescue II." It is in the story arc that has "Bill's Education," "Bill's Continuing Education," "Bill's Summer Vacation," and "The Surfer."

Practice safer sex.

All characters in this story are fictional with no resemblance to any real persons implied.

The Rescue III (M/M, Interracial, Muscle) by

I'm Jack Gordon. My life has certainly changed in the last couple of months since I was rescued from a beating by gay-bashers one night in San Francisco by Chinese-American, muscle-stud, Eddie Lee. I had the pleasure of feeling the power of his body as he fucked me that night with his huge 14.5 inch cock. After our night together, we discovered we both went to Berkeley and he invited me to a party at his fraternity the following weekend. It was a night of continuous sex with the brothers. Most of them were nearly as strong, well-muscled and well-endowed as Eddie and, a big black stud who was significantly bigger than even my rescuer. In the morning, for surviving the entire night with the entire fraternity, I was offered the opportunity to become a fraternity 'boyfriend'. I suppose, sex-slave, might be a more accurate description, since, besides an open invitation to all their parties, I was to be available for sex to any brother who requested on weekends or for quick breaks during the day if I met one around the campus. Of course, I accepted.

I was sitting in the library. I should have been studying and doing some research for a term project. I'd gotten what I'd wanted done and my mind was drifting a bit. I was fingering the black and white, yin-yang, stud in my earlobe that marked my status, remembering my encounter over the lunch hour. I had met Pong, who was originally from Thailand and my final fucker on my first party night. We were both returning from morning classes when we spotted each other. I could see his cock stiffen in his slacks as he walked over to me, so I knew what was coming. We didn't even say hello. I just suggested my nearby dorm room and he followed me the short distance.

My roommate, Ricardo, was already there, playing a video game with a study buddy from one of his classes. Ricardo accompanied me to that first frat party and, after a rough start, handling guys much bigger than my 9.5 inches, finished the night to also achieve boyfriend status. His face brightened when he saw me walk in with Pong, then he made a worried glance toward his buddy. I'd seen his friend before and my impression was that he was straight.

Pong recognized the situation. He could have insisted in fucking Ricardo too, but just announced that he and I were going to have sex and gave Ricardo and his friend the option to join or leave. Of course, he said that while shucking his clothes and giving me a quick glance to insure I was following suit, which I did. It is considered bad form for a 'boyfriend' to still have a stitch on when the brother sheds his final piece.

I could see the conflict in Ricardo, eager to stay and get fucked, but not wanting to impose on his buddy. It turned out not to be a problem. As Pong revealed the extent of his massive upper-body musculature when he shed his shirt, his mouth gaped open. Pong gave him a little show, striking a double biceps pose, with his 50 inch chest and 22 inch arms. It gave me a chance to get down to skin. I reached around Pong's taut 28 inch waist to undo his belt and lower his slacks. He wasn't wearing underwear. Few of the guys do; it's too confining with their big equipment. When I got the fabric past the bulge of his 30 inch thighs, his thirteen-plus-inch cock was freed to snap up against his cobblestone abdominals. A drop of his pre-cum arced out as it swung, striking Ricardo's friend on his tee shirt at the center of his chest. As he stared down at the wet spot, I saw the bulge growing in his pants.

"It looks like you want to stay," Pong observed. "You ever do this before?" He twisted his head no, hesitantly. "Well, strip and Ricardo will loosen you up while I fuck Jack."

Not waiting, or perhaps even caring what the others did, Pong pushed me back into one of two big stuffed chairs we had near the TV. The leather was still warm from the guys video gaming session. In seconds my ankles were lifted beside my head. I reached down and rolled an extra big condom on Pong's rampant tool. I'm glad I remembered to grab it from my pocket before I stripped. I was already lubed. Ricardo and I do each other every morning, since we can't know when or where we might need to perform our duties. Pong slid home to the hilt in one smooth stroke. Over the months I'd gotten used to the size of the brothers. Oh, you never really get comfortable with more than a foot of cock up your gut, but the pain is gone and the pleasure pure.

While I was still able to notice, I looked down my body to where Pong had started withdrawing his firm flesh from my body. It was even a bit darker than his tanned-all-over skin, a stark contrast to the white skin of my ass, and over twice as thick as my own thick, nine-plus-inch cock that was dripping pre-cum on my abs. Inch after inch of throbbing, veiny, shaft appeared as his torso lifted away from my body. I could feel the broad mushroom-shaped cap of that pole as it dragged with exquisite friction along the walls of my gut, punching the button of my prostate as it passed, sending a shutter through my body. He paused when I felt the flared head press my ring from the inside, a foot of turgid flesh as thick as my wrist connected our bodies.

When he started to insert himself again, the surge in stimulation of my pleasure centers short-circuited my brain. Rational thought suspended as feelings and emotion took control. My hands wrapped around his narrow waist, hands on the round, stone-like, mounds of his glutes, urging him inward. I looked up into his face. He smiled down at me, confident in his sexual mastery of my body. The tingling in my gut went right to my balls and cock. Time seemed to crawl as pleasure flowed through me. As my balls touched his soft pubic bush and his tennis-ball-sized orbs dented my butt, he reversed direction and the sensations returned.

A timeless interval passed and my seed spewed forth spraying my face and torso. That wasn't what was in my mind as the sensations doubled as Pong sped up his assault. Another period passed dominated by the thrust and retreat of his spear in my gut. I felt the spray of my seed as a cooling rain on my body, now sweating heavily in the heat of sexual passion. It was Pong's cue to up his pace even more. My gasps, trying to recover my breath, competed with moans as the stimulation ratcheted up another few notches.

He was pounding me with his full strength now. When he bottomed out the impact lifted my butt a few inches off the chair's cushions. A final plunge left me pinned to his groin as he released his seed. My overstimulated body joined him.

I felt his cock-head snap out of my clutching ring. I was starting to recover a bit. I noticed he had a few streaks of my cum on his chest. He stood erect and looked over toward Ricardo, who had three lubed fingers up his friend's hole while they were watching Pong fuck me. His friend had his mouth open in awe and wasn't paying any attention to Ricardo. I wondered if he was regretting his decision to stay.

Pong stripped off the used condom and tossed it on my chest. He went over to Ricardo's bed, grabbing a discarded tee shirt from the floor on the way, to wipe my cum from his torso. He lifted Ricardo's friend off the mattress and set him on his feet. With a pat on his butt, he urged him over toward me.

"See if Jack can fuck you. That should help get you ready for this," indicating his still hard cock, sticking straight up almost to his chest. Ricardo was reaching out to it to roll on fresh protection.

I must have been quite a sight, covered in sweat and cum, my legs limply spread over the arms of the chair where Pong had placed them when he finished with me. Most of Pong's massive cum-load had seeped out of the end of the condom, flowing down my abs and soaking my bush. My soft cock, shrunk to six inches, lay in a pool of it. I didn't think I was going to fuck anybody for a while.

"I've seen you with Ricardo before. Eric is it?" The stunned guy nodded. "I don't think I can fuck you, but I've got something that will work. Try the bottom left drawer of the desk. You'll know what I want."

He got the dildo and brought it over. It was the twelve-inch one I'd used to prepare for the party. It wasn't as long or thick as Pong, but it would work. Ricardo tossed me the bottle of lube just before Pong rolled him onto his back and got into position. I got the dildo from Eric and lubed it up. I had Eric bend over in front of the chair, hands on his knees, as I sat up getting a look at the target, shiny and red from Ricardo's preparations.

"Just watch Pong and Ricardo while I get you ready," I suggested. "If it causes too much pain, just tell me to stop and I will, but a little pain is normal for the first time. It should pass, but some guys just can't handle something as big as Pong's. It will be easier if we can get this all the way in you, but remember, it's not as long or thick as Pong. Ready?" He nodded.

Pong was just getting started with slow, deep, strokes in Ricardo as I pressed the end to his entrance. Ricardo had done his preparation well. I got the head and about three inches in pretty easily before Eric asked for a break.

"I feel really stuffed."

"That's normal. Are you ready to try a bit more?" He nodded. I pushed in a couple more inches. I felt his body shudder and cock twitch.

"What did you touch? That felt good. Ricardo was rubbing that spot just before we stopped."

"That's your prostate. Now you know why guys like to be fucked. Try this." I did several quick, short strokes with the dildo, pushing his button each time. I saw his cock get hard as I stimulated him, adding a few more inches. "How's that?"

"Great. It hurts a bit when you push deeper, but every time you push it past that spot I tnngle all over. Do you have it almost in?"

"Just about half-way." He didn't believe it and reached back to touch the rubber pole sticking out his butt, tracing it back a few inches and not feeling the base. I pulled a couple inches out and pushed back, gaining another half-inch. His fingers were still an inch and a half from touching the end. We heard Ricardo reach his first orgasm. "Just try and relax and trust me. We need to get going again." He returned his hand to his knee. I started working the dildo as Pong picked up the tempo with Ricardo.

I had about eight and a half in when Ricardo exploded again. It was getting harder to shove in additional length. I was using about a six-inch stroke, adding a little extra each time, backing the pressure off as Eric's muscles tensed with pain. He wasn't complaining, but I could tell I was hurting him a bit. It's easier to break a guy in with your own cock since you get immediate feedback from his gut. As Pong started the buildup to his own release, I added some extra lube and went back to work.

I'd gotten just over ten inches in when Pong disentangled himself from my spent roommate. Our lunch hour wasn't yet half over, but I hoped Eric and Ricardo didn't have an early afternoon class.

Pong tossed the used condom on Ricardo as he headed over to us. "How much did you get in?"

"Ten. Maybe ten and a half."

"It'll have to do. Leave it in and get on your hands and knees on Jack's bed."

As Eric complied, I rolled a fresh rubber on Pong and smeared it with a copious amount of extra lube.

Pong got behind Eric on the bed. With his hands on Eric's inner thighs, he lifted the kid off the bed and spread his legs open so there was plenty of access for him.

"What's your name? You've never been fucked before?"

"Eric. No, I've never done anything with a guy. I knew Ricardo was gay and I've heard about it, but I've always dated girls."

As Pong gave a few practiced strokes along Eric's cock to bring it to a hard six inches, he continued, "So why'd you stay?"

"I don't know. I was going to go, but when I looked at you I couldn't."

"My friends and I hear that a lot. You ready to try this?" His cock had pushed between Eric's thighs and along his cock, which it dwarfed in length and girth.

Eric looked below his body to the monster that was waiting, dark and throbbing in its transparent sheath. He nodded.

"Jack, put your cock in Eric's mouth. That should muffle the noise some. The last virgin I broke in was pretty loud."

"Why?" Eric asked nervously as I scooted my knees under his chest so my still soft cock rubbed his lips.

"You'll have some pain while I'm stretching you to handle my size. I'm longer and twice as thick as that dildo. Don't worry, you'll enjoy it once you get used to it."

Eric opened his mouth to say something, but I just shoved in four inches of my pole and that ended that. "Be careful not to use your teeth," I cautioned him, holding his head to prevent him from backing off.

Pong gave Eric a firm slap on his butt. I felt his mouth tighten around my cock in reaction. "Just relax your ass muscles. I'm going to take out the dildo and enter you before you can close up."

Pong pulled his hips back, sliding his long cock from beneath Eric's body. It snapped to his abdominals once clear. Pong used one hand to position it just below the shaft of the dildo while gripping the rubber phallus with his other. In one continuous motion it was out and he speared the opening. I think he got almost six inches inside as Eric's scream was stifled by his stuffed mouth. I started to get hard as he couldn't help but massage my tool.

Pong tossed the dildo on the floor and held Eric by his waist. He started with small strokes working himself deeper. Eric initially enjoyed the stimulation. He was moaning around my cock. But he started to panic as Pong got past the half-way point. You could see all the muscles in his body tense as a bit more of the thick shaft disappeared. He started trying to pull off, but Pong was so strong that he had no trouble controlling him.

Each new thrust elicited a grunt as he exhaled around my cock. I was up to almost eight inches by now and, with only a couple inches visible past his straining lips, I must have an inch or two down his throat. Meanwhile Pong was drawing most of himself out of Eric's ass before plunging home again.

Despite his straining, Pong was pushing the right buttons. I felt Eric's cum spray my thighs as he was driven into orgasm. The pleasure of the moment caused him to relax and let Pong in to the limit the dildo opened. When the next plunge opened up really virgin territory, it brought him back to reality. After being pounded a couple more times, he tried to look up into my eyes, pleading for mercy; at least as best he could with eight inches of my now, fully hard, cock in his head.

"Just three more inches," I encouraged him. I couldn't have done anything even if I wanted.

There was no missing the fact that Eric was taking a real pounding as Pong was determined to complete his conquest. Each time pressed my cock deeper into Eric's throat. At least he was pulled back a bit on the outward part of the cycle, gasping to catch his breath. Pong went faster and harder. Soon all my hard 9.5 inches were in his body as his face pressed my groin. A few strokes later Pong bottomed out. The impact transmitted down Eric's spine right to my body.

Pong started slow, full-length, stokes through the anal canal he'd reshaped to his dimensions, enjoying the tight friction. I could tell from Eric's reactions that the pain was gone and only pleasure remained. He was humming around my shaft as his tongue explored the intrusion that filled his mouth. I backed out in time with Pong, allowing Eric to grab a breath, then reclaimed his throat. Pong went faster and harder and I recognized he was quickly building to a climax. I matched him in Eric's mouth.

Helpless in our grasp, Eric was dazed by the intensity of the sensations flowing through his body. It didn't really matter. There was nothing he could do. This was something to feel and experience. Pong made his last few thrusts, stopping fully embedded in the ass he dominated and unleashed his seed for the third time in less than an hour. Eric joined him, spraying more shots of cream along my thighs as his throat clamped down on my cock.

My first shot went straight to his stomach. I backed out a bit by the next, flooding his mouth. He swallowed a few times but still lost a lot that coated his lips and dripped down his chin. After a few seconds Pong pulled out and ripped off his condom. His next shot splattered off my chest with the splashes raining down in Eric's hair. His next arced over Eric's head to splash on his face and my groin. He continued to lay lines of cum along Eric's back for half a minute before the final spurts poured out the slit at low pressure, dripping down into his ass crack.

As I pulled my cock from Eric's mouth, he tried to suck down the last few drops. I held up for a few seconds before pulling clear, letting my soft shaft drop between my legs. Pong got up off the bed and grabbed the tee shirt he'd used to wipe up earlier, using it to clean his cock. He then wiped down the cum pooling on Eric's back before tossing the damp shirt to me. I wiped up Eric's cum and the larger splatters from Pong's massive load.

I got up myself as Eric rolled onto his back, clearly exhausted. He still had plenty of cum on his lips, face and hair. He licked around his lips catching the liquid that escaped earlier.

"How was that?" Pong asked. "Worth the pain getting started? I think you got into it."

"It wasn't what I expected. It was much worse and much better."

"Well, I've only done a few virgins. You did much better than most. I suppose it's easier starting with someone smaller than this," indicating his long cock that was still sticking out horizontal after cumming three times. "But once you're used to it there's nothing like being fucked by a big cock - if the owner knows what he's doing."

"You get fucked?"

"Sure, all the time. But, if you're not as big and strong as I, you'll only have sex with me as a bottom. I think you figured that out already."

"You better get cleaned up, afternoon classes start in fifteen minutes," I said tossing him the shirt.

"Ricardo and I don't have class for another hour. I think I need the time to recover." He took a second look at the shirt I tossed him. "Hey, this is my shirt. It's soaked."

"Add smells like cum," I added.

"I want you to wear it all afternoon," ordered Pong. "And, if anyone asks you about it, you tell them everything."


"Because you made a decision a while ago and it changed your life. Now you need to acknowledge it. Now, Jack, how about a quick shower?"

When we got out, a few minutes later, Ricardo was comforting Eric, who was still sprawled on my bed. He seemed lost in thought.

Pong and I dressed quickly, though I didn't forget to relube my hole, just in case. Pong was still partly hard, still nearly eleven inches. It was easy to see its outline snaking well down his pant leg where the fabric was taut from the bulge of his thick thigh.

A hand on my shoulder brought me back to the present. It was Alan Wong, a Chinese-American from the Seattle area. He was almost six-foot-two and three hundred pounds of muscle and an almost fourteen inch cock to complete the package. He wasn't at my first party, but I'd met him last weekend. Tony Thieu and Bill Reyes had invited me over Saturday afternoon to help them with their workout. It didn't surprise me that all their exercises had a sexual component. Alan had heard the new 'boyfriend' was in the house and came down to introduce himself. The guys let him work in a few sets. He was much stronger than Tony or Bill, seated-bench-pressing almost a thousand pounds for ten reps with my shoulders and ankles tied to the heavily ladened bar so I'd ride his cock up and down as he did his sets. Though, I must confess, I still like being fucked by Tony best. He may only have twelve inches, but he knows how to use each one.

"Hi," I greeted him.

"Hi. I finished my studying. How about you? Are you up for a bit of a break?"

"Sure. I'm done too." Well, close enough, anyhow, I thought. "What do you have in mind?" As if I didn't know.

"I've got a new CD. Let's listen to it together. We can take one of the listening booths. They're soundproof."

And no windows, I remembered. And they lock. I packed my stuff away quickly and got up. He herded me toward the music section with a powerful arm around my waist.

We were about at the stairs when he was hailed by someone behind us. "Hey Alan ."

He turned us around and I saw two guys and a girl. The guys were nothing special, but the girl was kind of nice, if that interests you.

"These are Mark, Ed and Janet. We're working on our junior design project together. This is Jack, a friend. We were just going to grab a listening booth so I could fuck him."

I was shocked he was so casual, but the others showed no reaction to his admission, other than Frank and Janet wetting their lips.

"We're going to get together tomorrow to wrap up the project. Did you finish the software?" Janet asked.

Alan fished a static-safe envelope from his bag. "I burned the latest version on EPROM this afternoon. That should kill all the bugs we've identified. How's the hardware?"

"When I plug this in we have a fully functional breadboard of the entire system," Stated Frank, taking the chip.

"And the CAD for the commercial configuration is complete," added Ed.

"I'll print out the report tomorrow morning," finished Janet. "We'll just need to sign it and pack it up for submission."

"Great. Then we can celebrate tomorrow night," Alan announced.

"I'll get the champaign," offered Frank.

"I'll make some snacks," added Janet.

"I'll bring the condoms and lube," injected Ed.

"So, I suppose that leaves me to provide the entertainment," finished Alan , running his hand down the thick tube that had extended halfway to his knee in his loose fitting pants. They all smiled.

"OK. Everyone, my apartment, nine tomorrow," stated Janet. "Have fun, Jack."

Alan turned us around and off we went.

"I know the brothers are pretty casual about sex, but I never expected you to be so open in public."

"Most of the brothers find it best to be open about it, though quite a few are not out to their families. I figure most of the guys have five or six encounters on school days and you've seen what our weekends and holidays are like. One of the freshmen are available for all takers as we wake up in the morning and at bed time. We rotate that weekly with the other house duties. During the day we have the 'boyfriends' like yourself. But, you know we only have a handful, and all of you would only cover less than twenty percent of the daily requirement. So all of the guys have a network they can draw on.

"Some guys like jocks or athletes. They're fun. They're used to being in control and it's nice to reverse their role. I've got to admit, I make it pretty rough on jocks. Before I was this strong, I got picked on plenty. So, I enjoy a few screams and whimpers when I fuck one.

"But classmates are my usual choice when I need a quick break. They're handy and willing and I'm the most popular guy in the room. The side benefits are that I can take the pick of the best students for projects and study-mates. Of course, I have to take it a bit easier with them than with a 'boyfriend' or a brother, even after I've gotten them used to my length and size."

Fortunately we didn't have to wait for a booth to become available; my pre-cum was already wetting my pant leg. When the thick, sound-deadened door shut with a solid thunk, the outside world disappeared. Just the sound of our breathing and the gentle whisper of the acoustically-dampened air-conditioning filled the six by four foot space we shared with a couple of chairs and a narrow shelf, holding the CD system and speakers.

Alan stacked the chairs to give us a bit more room, placing our bags on top. "How about something classical?" He put a CD in and turned up the volume.

I'd already tossed my shirt and slacks on the pile and kicked my shoes under the chair. I was on one leg, puling off a sock, when Alan shed his knit shirt, revealing the massive plates of his pectoral muscles. They swelled so big his nips angled downward. I got so caught up in watching the interplay of his muscles that I lost my balance and tumbled into him.

"Steady boy," he said as he caught me with and arm around my waist. "Let me help you with those." He hoisted me over his shoulder, pinning my knees to his chest with his forearm while my torso draped over his mountainous back. As my socks were removed I was dripping a steady flow of pre-cum over his delts and pecs. He just held me there, indifferent to my weight as he finished disrobing. His freed cock slapped my calf.

When he set me down again I stood facing his naked body. I was only an inch shorter than he, but he almost doubled my body weight and it was all muscle. I figured he was maybe five or six times stronger than I. It gave him that confidence and assurance that all the fraternity brothers had. They were men, masters of any situation, and everyone else was a lesser being. Oh, they'd never say that directly, it was just assumed by their actions, large and small. However, it was also true. As I stood facing Alan, I knew I was helpless as a small child. His casual manipulation of my body in the simple act of removing my socks underscored it.

When I lived in the normal world, I was pretty cocky myself. My 9.5 inch dick got plenty of admiration, most furtive, but some open, in the showers at the gym. Willing partners were easy to find. Of course, it looked small facing Alan's massive fourteen plus inch piece that was about three times my girth, standing vertically above a pair of orange-sized balls, tight in their sack. The veins that crisscrossed its golden brown surface pulsed visibly with blood that engorged its size. Tiny rivers of juice bubbled from the top and flowed down its length. Dripping off the nut sack it had already made a small pool on the floor by his feet.

I stepped next to the golden wall of muscle that Alan was, pressing our cocks together. It was hot against the pale flesh of my own. I could feel the throbbing power of it. I used my hands to coat both surfaces with the natural lube that was mostly from his output, easily twenty times my own. As he watched patiently, I applied a condom. Feeling a bit mischievous I stretched it to cover my shaft too when I had rolled it down far enough to reach my cock head, continuing to cover both shafts for another seven inches.

"That's an interesting idea, but not today." He turned me around and my cock slid from the sheath. I leaned against the door, spreading my legs. He stepped behind me. The fat pole nestled in the crevice between my glutes. Bending his knees he drew it down until the flaring head sliced along my bottom, seeking its target. The instant I'd felt the tip touch my pucker he was standing up, plunging it home. The impact when I bottomed out lifted me onto my toes for a few seconds. Then it was moving outward again.

The average cock really doesn't penetrate very far. If you had one my size, you'd know it goes much deeper. All the fraternity brothers could really spear you and Alan's thing was large even in that company. It was a living presence in the middle of my body, radiating heat and sending a powerful beat that shook my body in time with his heart. It overshadowed the classical selection that Alan had running on the sound system. He was pounding my gut in time with the sound, speeding and slowing, taking cues from the music. As he increased speed and force in time with a crescendo, I had my first explosion, spraying my seed on the door.

A slow section followed as I recovered slightly, my racing heartbeat in stark contrast to the steady drumming of his own as he moved within me at a slow, measured pace. I'd just gotten myself under control when the music changed and Alan sped up in sympathy. The music became louder and Alan pounded me harder. I came again, but there was no break this time as Alan was thrusting faster and harder. I couldn't hear the music, just the sound of our bodies moving together and whimpers and moans that I dimly recognized were coming from me. My body rocked violently as Alan came, causing another powerful eruption from my cock that squirted my face.

When I came out of my daze, Alan had wrapped his arms around my chest, holding me against his body. My legs were splayed around the thick tree-trunks of his massive thighs while a slow rocking of his hips continued a steady motion through my intestines in time with a soothing piece featuring violins which filled the booth. I took me another minute to realize that my arms were akimbo, pushed out by his bulging twenty-eight-inch biceps under my armpits. Suspended in the air in Alan's embrace, riding his massive pole, breathing heavily and damp with my sweat and cum, my cock still hard, I held his elbows and went along for whatever was next. What option did I have?

The music changed again, building to the finale. Alan was too. He's rocking my body every time he pounds into my butt. My hips are thrust up as he pulls back and, as I fall back down along the steel pipe I was riding, he accelerates toward me and another impact reverberates in our tiny space. I cum and cum again. There is a clash of cymbals and the pounding of a base drum that was matched by a pounding in the middle of my body, rising in intensity. I came again.

My back was against the wall, held in position by light pressure from Alan's body leaning against me. The music had stopped. Alan was licking my face. He noticed I'd come around and kissed me strongly, his tongue darting and exploring. He broke the kiss, my lips squeezing his tongue as he withdraws. I felt his partially hard cock between my thighs, pressing lightly upward against my balls. My own soft member draped around one side of the thick cylinder.

"What did you think of that selection. It's one of my favorite pieces."

"It was fun. You have others?"

"Quite a few, in fact. Perhaps I'll have a chance to introduce you to them sometime."

"It sort of gives me new respect for music appreciation."

I was a mess. I'll have to remember to carry a small towel in the future. Alan looked composed in spite of doing all the hard work.

"Give me a couple minutes to clam down. What is your design project?"

"We have a digital video camera that eliminates the tape mechanism in favor of a mini hard drive like those used in portable music players. It's much simpler and smaller. We can get over five hours in full digital video quality and more with DVD compression. It can even do high definition, but the recording capacity is just over two hours that way with no compression. We've included a two inch LCD screen and color viewfinder. You've got to download the video to computer via firewire or USB 2.0. We figure it could sell for about $600."

"Is this a real product?"

"We've applied for a few patents and have some interest from some camera companies. The only thing similar uses digital camera memory cards and has much less capacity and versatility. The main disadvantage is that you need to download the video. I did the software and you can also transfer to a small portable hard drive if you can't carry a computer. You can also do simple editing on the LCD screen like deleting scenes, adding transitions and changing order. Of course, it can also function as a music player and do basic contact and calendar management."

"I'm impressed. You're more than just muscles and cock."

"Thank you for noticing. Now get dressed."

When we left, the booth smelled of sex. So did I. I'd used my socks to wipe up some of the cum on the floor and walls and had them in my bag where they wrapped the used rubber. On the way out we met one of my friends from class. He commented on how disheveled I looked. Emboldened by Alan at my side I told him that I doubted he would look as good after being fucked for an hour by Alan.

Before we separated Alan invited me on a trip over the weekend. Joseph Running Bear, the 'boyfriend' I met at the end of the first party, invited the brothers to visit his reservation south of Tahoe. Alan and three others are taking a van, starting bright and early Saturday. Joseph promised they'd meet plenty of his friends and learn something about Native-American culture. However, it's an six hour drive and the brothers didn't think one 'boyfriend' could handle the trip alone. I earned my invitation tonight. He didn't wait for me to respond before heading off. I was a 'boyfriend' and my weekend services were available for any brother that needed them.

I arrived at the frat house about twenty minutes early. I saw a van out front and guessed that was our ride. I knocked on the door which was quickly opened by the Singaporean student, Zai Zai. (That's what everyone called him. I believe it means little boy, though, now, he was anything but.) He was dressed like I was in gym shorts and a tee shirt. Of course, on him the tee shirt was like a second skin and his cock, almost thirteen inches, had a couple inches extended out of the leg of his unlined shorts. My shorts were unlined too, but at least long enough to cover me when hard, a state I reached quickly looking at Zai Zai.

"Hi, Jack. Alan told us he recruited you for the trip. We should be heading out shortly. Come on in."

"Sure. Where can a put my bag?" I had a small backpack with a couple changes of clothes, bath items, a small towel, and a couple dozen condoms in the guys' size." I didn't really think I'd need the clothes much, but I hoped others brought condoms or we'd likely be short.

"By the door is fine. Alan is upstairs with Joseph." I knew what that meant. "Koji (Isikawa) and Harry (Nuygen) are still getting ready. I've got a couple things to get too. You OK for a few minutes?"

"Sure," I replied, spotting a nude Tony Thieu coming down the stairs.

"Hi, Jack," he greeted me. To Zai Zai, he added, "Can I borrow him for a few minutes?"

"Have him back in fifteen minutes. Is that OK?"

"Plenty. Come with me, Jack," he directed, leading me downstairs as he had on party night.

He put me on my back on a weight bench. No need to undress me, he just raised my legs to his shoulders and pushed up the loose leg of my shorts right into my hole (after grabbing protection from a handy basket). In seconds his stiff twelve inches were pushing all the right buttons. My cock was straining against the nylon fabric of my shorts that already had a sizeable wet spot. I reached to free my cock, but Tony batted my hand away. Clearly he wasn't going to let me touch my cock, so I grabbed the uprights on the weight stand behind my head.

Tony, always a skillful fucker, wasn't wasting time. He had me thrashing around on the bench as he massaged me internally. A few minutes later I had my first orgasm. The first gobs of cum spurted through the nylon onto my tee shirt. The rest percolated through the fabric, turning the black nylon white for a time until the wetness spread through the material. Tony just kept building his pace and I'm extra sensitive just after I cum. I kept my hard on. I recognized that Tony was getting close. A final shove was a continuous massage of my most sensitive spot. I exploded again as he pulled out, thrust my legs to each side of the bench, tore off the rubber and moved forward to plug my mouth. His first shot flooded my mouth as I swallowed furiously. There was more and more as I struggled to get it all down. Inevitably some escaped the sides of my mouth. After a bit the flow slowed down and I was able to catch up.

When he finished, Tony stood up pulling his cock from my lips. It was still hard and snapped upward spraying my face and hair with a few stray drops of mixed cum and saliva. After he stepped over my prone body, he helped me up. I rubbed a bit of the drying cum into the fabric of my shorts and tee and licked my lips to clean off some of his load I spilled.

"Thanks Tony. That was great. You sure cum a lot. I couldn't keep up. Didn't you get your morning fuck today?"

"Oh, I never miss that and Little Bill has the job this week. And..." He checked a clock on the wall. "I did Big Bill Reyes too, about 50 minutes ago. I just make a lot of juice. Anyway I better give you back to your buddies for the weekend."

The guys were assembled by the door just about ready to go. Everyone had selected some variation on the gym shorts and shirt theme. I didn't think clothes were going to be to important. Half wore sandals like I did and the others, athletic shoes. Zai Zai was still showing his cock tip. He smiled a bit when he caught me staring. Alan had his riding up through the waist of his shorts and under the tee, as did Koji. Harry was a freshman and Vietnamese-American like Tony. He was five-foot-eight and two hundred thirty five. His cock was almost thirteen and clearly outlined under the material of his shorts angled out past his left hip. He said he fucked me on party night, but he was one of the later fucks that I didn't remember clearly and we hadn't gotten together since.

Joseph Running Bear was Native-American and almost as big and muscular as a brother. He was two hundred twenty, fat free pounds on a five-foot-eight frame and sporting a very thick ten inch cock. Zai Zai was the shortest guy in the group at five-foot-six, but carried two hundred and fifty pounds of muscle on that frame. Harry matched Joseph in height and carried only fifteen pounds more mass. However both guys were at two to three times stronger than our Indian friend and Koji and Alan, being bigger, were stronger still. He'd been a 'boyfriend' since almost the start of the year, much longer than I.

His deeply tanned reddish-brown skin had a heavy sheen of sweat that also dampened his shoulder-length black hair that draped wetly about his neck. Alan had obviously given him a good fucking, but at least he'd gotten to take off his clothes. I'm sure I had that 'just-fucked' look too, but the cum stain and smell in my clothes made it obvious. But it was what I expected. Every time I've crossed their threshhold, I've had a cock up my butt within ten minutes.

Now it was time to go. Everyone had a small backpack or gym bag and Harry brought a cooler. They'd rolled down the second and third row seats in the van that gave a flat floor about eight feet long on which an air mattress was inflated. The bags went in under-floor compartments and the cooler up front. Alan and Koji took the first shift up front and Harry and Zai Zai got in back with us. Our clothes were off before the van was in gear and Zai Zai was the first to enjoy my services.

When the guys switched off every hundred miles or so Joseph and I would grab a cold Gatorade to replace the fluids and minerals we were losing in sweat - and cum. We had a short break from sex about eleven, when everyone got a sandwich from the cooler. Joseph and I each got two loads of cum to wash it down, but that didn't delay Alan and Koji from fucking us as soon as the van got going again.

When we got close They let Joseph get dressed so he could sit up front on Alan's lap with their shorts stretched to allow all fourteen plus inches to slide home. He provided the direction for the final miles on poorly maintained and often unmarked mountain roads. Meanwhile, I did double duty with Harry and Zai Zai in the back as they switched between my mouth and ass. They had a look at the scenery when they were interested while I had a view of the tops of the pine trees that crowded the roadside.

Joseph gave us notice when we were about ten minutes away. That gave the guys in back time to wrap up a final round and get back into their clothes. I needed their help getting dressed. It was an exhausting trip.

It was mid afternoon when we pulled over a ridge and descended toward a small mountain lake. By the side there were six traditionally constructed (according to Joseph) huts surrounding a large fire pit with a roaring fire. A couple old pickups were parked to the side of the dirt road and a few horses grazed nearby. We pulled up next to the pickups and Joseph leaned over to tap the horn a couple times.

We piled out of the van and stood beside it. I was between Harry and Zai Zai with my arms around their necks for support. Joseph and I were really frazzled from the non-stop sex in the six hour ride up here. Aerobically it's like running a marathon. And, we were covered in cum and smelled like it. That's pretty typical around the fraternity house on weekends, but today we were out in the wild, about to meet new people. The brothers looked eager; ready for fresh challenges, and Joseph was waiting patiently, his hair matted with dried cum and a fresh gob running down his left thigh from the ride on Alan's lap.

About a dozen Indian males were approaching us from the camp. They seemed to range in age from late teens to mid twenties. They all had athletic builds though only a couple approached Joseph's massive development. All wore a breach cloth with leather front and back flaps and most had a leather vest type garment too. I realized that it was quite a bit cooler than it was in the Bay Area. We must be close to 5000 feet here and you could still see snow covering the mountain peaks in the distance. Half were barefoot and the others generally wore a handmade moccasin.

There was a lot of excited talking and pointing as they came closer. Joseph called out a greeting in what I assume was the native language and received a lot of talk back in the same. There was a lot of staring at Alan. He's the biggest in the group, including cock size, and, for the meeting, he had eight inches sticking up out of his shorts; not covered by his shirt this time. Zai Zai, as usual, left a few inches hanging out of his leg opening and the bulges of the others, though covered, must have been unmistakable. Then Joseph said something that ended the conversation and we were mobbed by the guys greeting us excitedly in English. There were a lot of erections pushing aside the leather flaps by that time, some were almost as long as Joseph and I. Each brother was led back to the camp by two or three of the Indians. I went with Joseph and a couple of older boys that were talking to him in the native tongue.

We entered one of the huts. Joseph called it a lodge. It had several comfortable areas for sitting or sleeping covered with animal furs and blankets. Joseph stripped out of his clothes, ran to the lake and jumped in. I followed him. That water was cold!!! I got cleaned up and out quickly. The boys had brought out some blankets to wrap us in when we emerged. Joseph took a bit longer so he could wash the cum from his hair and didn't seem to mind the water's temperature.

When we returned to the lodge Joseph put on a breech cloth and vest and offered the same to me. One of the boys showed me how to wear it. He was Joseph's seventeen year old brother, Samuel, and the other boy was his best friend, a high school classmate. Samuel was already five-foot -eleven and matched Joseph on weight, though not muscularity, due to his taller frame. He had a pretty nice nine inch piece poking out the front flap of his garment. Joseph thought he'd still have a year's significant growth in front of him and he'd already beaten a couple of Joseph's high school athletic records, though still a junior. The friend, Daniel, was an inch shorter, with a sleek, defined build. He had his eight inches poking out the top of his breech and nestled in the valley between the rows of his abdominal muscles. His cloth was tied just above his balls and draped, exposing about half of an incredible firm, rounded, butt that was destined to be a big favorite with the brothers.

I noticed that the lodge was equipped with a basket of the brand of condoms they use at the house and lubricant. Joseph had clearly explained what his friends could expect. However, from the noises I was hearing from the other lodges, the reality had exceeded their imaginations. None of the guys here are new to male-to-male sex. It seems pretty accepted in their society. Joseph explained a bit about it and I gathered they believed they'd gain strength by accepting the seed of a more powerful male. The practice has nothing to do with family; a couple of the guys here are already married with young children.

Joseph then surprised me by asking me to fuck his brother. He'd never yet taken a cock as big as mine and if I warm him up he'll have an easier time with the brothers. I asked him why he didn't do his brother himself, since he's even bigger than I. His answer was that he didn't think it right for brothers to have sex, but, seeing his brother's reaction to that, I doubt he agreed. Joseph planned to help out Daniel while I did his brother.

I signaled for Samuel to come over and suck me a bit. Even with the workout I'd gotten I thought he'd be able to get me ready. He was a boy with a classic beauty, muscles very defined and proportionate to his size with the grace of a natural athlete. I loved the dark, smooth skin on him and all the Indians. His straight black hair was longer than his brother's, reaching to mid back.

He flipped back the leather flap and went down on me skillfully. He had no trouble taking my long cock to the root, getting it well into his throat. I was quickly coming back to life. I asked him to switch to a 69 position straddling my face. I pulled his cock down to my lips and he lowered his hips to drive it into my mouth, starting a slow fuck motion as I laved it with my tongue. I reached around his bottom and started working a couple lubed fingers up his hole. When I started playing with his prostate I found out he had a pretty quick trigger. He shoved his hips to my face, forcing his pole down my throat and started delivering a load of cum. After a couple shots, I pushed his hips back so I could taste his seed. It had a bit of a sweet taste.

When he stopped unloading I rolled him to his back and pulled my, now hard, cock from his sucking lips. I suited it up and got behind him. Holding his knees I pinned his legs back beside his chest. I moved my shaft to the target and entered him without trouble. He was tight. I was probably a bit thicker than he was used to but he had no problem with it. I rubbed my head over his prostate several times rapidly, causing him to utter a low moan and his cock became hard again. He was obviously enjoying my efforts and I enjoyed my effect on him, watching the pleasure sensations send shivers through his body. I started working deeper and extending the length of my strokes. I made easy progress until I had almost eight inches in his hole, then he became much tighter. I was pretty sure that Daniel was more than just a school buddy and suspected that Joseph would see the same thing when he tried to go past nine inches.

I started hitting him with long, powerful strokes to open him up. Now it was pain that flashed on his face. He exhaled heavily as I opened up each new fraction of an inch as he tried to suppress a scream. His friend was handling Joseph as easily, but at least it was not as bad as what was coming from the other lodges. It took me about ten minutes to get embedded fully and loosen him up enough so he was enjoying it. I certainly was. When he was ready I picked up speed. He was thrashing around and moaning, then he stiffened and started spraying his cream over his torso. He clamped down internally on my cock as he came and that was the ultimate trigger for my own release.

As my orgasm eased I pulled out of Samuel. I moved down to his cock and sampled the last spurts from his eruption. I released his legs and lay beside him on the warm fur of the animal skin. I pulled his face to mine and we shared an after-sex kiss. I inserted my tongue through his soft lips, feeding him some of his own juices. We talked a bit and I gave him some advice for handling the brothers. I told him that they act like they don't care, but they do. There's no way you can learn to handle a cock that big without some trouble, but once they get you ready you'll never forget it. He noticed that I had the same type of stud in my ear as his brother and asked me about it. Obviously his brother hadn't told him, so I just said that his brother and I were members of the same club and this was a symbol of our membership.

By then Joseph and Daniel had finished up. We told the boys that it was time to visit one of the other lodges. I stopped Samuel from wiping the cum off his torso and sent them on their way. Then Joseph and I just lay back and relaxed, enjoying a no-sex break that was rare for us on weekends. The brothers probably had enough hot guys to keep them busy for a while.

"You know your brother plans to go to Berkeley too." I remarked.

"Yes, he takes after me, and, to be frank, his grades and athleticism are a bit better than mine. I told you that he'd already got some of my school records. I'll bet he'll be a freshman year after next. I'll be a senior then."

"He wanted to know about the guys' fraternity. I think he wants to pledge."

"Had I known about them, I would have. Wouldn't you?"

"Sure, but have you thought what that means? After he's initiated, he'll be a brother, and, you're a senior and a 'boyfriend'. That could be interesting."

"I hadn't considered that, but there's no point to worrying about something over a year in the future. On more immediate matters, how about helping me with dinner? I think the others are going to be a bit distracted."

I followed him out of the lodge. From the sounds, the action was still going strong and we were the only ones outside. I heard a scream that sounded like Samuel. Joseph started toward the lodge it came from, but I held him back. He knew I was right.

We found the guys had killed and prepared a deer. It was ready to go over the fire. I saw over a dozen large lake trout and a couple game birds. There was water boiling in iron pots resting on an iron grate over the flame. A big sack of corn was available. It looked like it came from the market. There were modern steel knives and utensils, including a spit we'd use for the deer and some traditional seasonings along with salt, pepper and a few sticks of butter. They had beer and cola in an iced cooler. Joseph started making all that into dinner and I followed his directions.

While I was turning the food slowly over the fire as Joseph worked on adding seasonings and supervising, I thought that our meal represented the problem the Native-Americans had with European settlement. They wanted to maintain their traditions, but also wanted the goods the settlers had that made life easier and better; sugar, cattle, iron and steel tools, firearms and alcohol. They didn't have enough to trade for these items, so they adopted the tactic they used with other tribes, raiding, and conflict was inevitable. And, of course, we had different concepts of war. It was certainly a tragedy, but a lot more complex than I'd gotten in school.

As we worked on the meal, the sun headed toward the mountain tops and the afternoon grew cooler. I was glad for the warm vest and the proximity of the fire. The periodic screams stopped too. I guess the brothers had finished adjusting our Indian friends' anatomy. Just before sunset Joseph thought we were ready and told me to get everyone assembled for the meal.

I had my first look at the action in the lodges. I found Koji in the first. He had three guys with him. He was in action with one, bent double beneath his body that was deep dicking the stunned Indian at a furious pace that I knew would climax soon. One guy was just staring at the roof and the other was out of it completely. There were quite a few condoms discarded around the place. I figured each had been fucked at least twice. I managed to rouse the unconscious one and brought the other over to help him. They were still, sort of, dressed since their skimpy garments didn't inhibit a good fucking, but they were completely messed with the residue of heavy sex. Welcome to my world guys. I told them what Joseph wanted and left them to explain it to Koji when he finished with their buddy. As I left I heard the sounds of Koji's orgasm.

The next lodges with Zai Zai and Harry went the same way. I entered the fourth, finding Alan fucking Samuel. Daniel and a couple other guys were in various stages of recovery. Joseph's brother had the fortune or misfortune to go from our warmup to the largest brother. They certainly had a rough first fuck, but they're fully open now and should deal with the other brothers easily. He seemed to be handling his current round with Alan as well as could be expected.

I saw Samuel's cock spurt as Alan pushed him over the top again. The first stream sprayed his face and hair. Alan pulled out, ripped off his sheath and really hosed down the boy whose own subsequent shots were barely noticeable amid Alan's flood. When the flow eased he rocked back on his knees. Meanwhile Samuel was breathing deeply from the exertion of heavy sex while trying to scoop up as much of the sperm covering him and transfer it to his mouth.

"Hi, Jack. Nice outfit."

"Thanks. I bet they have one for you too. The vest is pretty nice. It's getting cool out. Joseph has worked up a nice meal. I've already informed the others."

"While the others are getting ready, do you have some time for a quick round?"

"Sure," I replied. It was my only possible answer, but my rising cock showed my sincerity.

Joseph was serving the others when we joined the group around the big fire about fifteen minutes later. Alan was wearing his Indian garb and looked imposing. They'd prepared well, making vests big enough for the brothers' huge chests. I suppose one size fits all for breech cloths, but with the size of the brothers' cocks and their usual state of excitement, they didn't conceal anything. Alan's cock was still vertical with the leather front flap just draped off the side of its thick base. I looked like I needed another dip in the lake.

We sat around the fire on a log. Most of the Indians were on the bare ground. Joseph handed both of us a pottery bowl filled with a good selection of all the food. I was hungry and that seemed to be common among the guys given the heavy workout they'd gotten.

The Indians were talking excitedly in their own language. I didn't understand a word, but I knew exactly what they were saying. There was a lot of flipping up the back flaps to look and touch ass holes of themselves and neighbors. They'd taken a lot of abuse and a few guys were having trouble keeping them closed, farting at the slightest movement with a couple making quick dashes for the woods. The guys that had been with the smaller brothers, Harry and Zai Zai, were doing a lot of nervous glancing at Alan's thick member that was sticking up almost to his pecs.

After the meal the guys quickly straightened up and secured the camp for the night. Small fires were lit in four of the lodges. A hole in the top allowed smoke to escape. I had a chance to take a quick dip in the lake. As I was getting out Samuel greeted me with a blanket. He took the opportunity to thank me for fucking him earlier, saying it made things easier.

When I got back I saw that Alan had picked four of the guys that were eying him the most nervously. Harry asked me to go with him and he selected three others. Joseph was going with Zai Zai and had his brother and friend with their group. The remaining three were Koji's for the night.

One of the Indians secured an animal skin over the entrance after we were inside. I suggested to Harry that I sixty-nine with one of the Indians while he fucks him and he bought it. I lay down on one of the pads and Harry picked one of the Indian guys to straddle me. He knew what to do. He just flipped my front flap up over my abs and went down on me and lowered his own piece through my eager lips. His flap just hung down on my chest and wasn't in the way at all. As we got down to business with each other, Harry tossed the guys rear flap onto his back to expose his rear entry. He spread his thighs very wide so he could move in close with his knees on either side of my head.

I had a front row view as Harry inserted almost thirteen inches of his thick, golden-brown cock into the darker skin of our Indian braves bottom. He, at first, tried to pull away, which only shoved all seven inches of his cock in my mouth. Pinned to my face by his own stake, his body trembled wildly under the intense internal stimulation. With his hands along the young man's back, Harry soothed and controlled him as he finished his entry. He let himself in place for a minute, letting the guy come to terms with the powerful living presence within his body. Whatever his fears were about being sexually dominated by these Asian studs, I knew he was excited, because there was a steady flow of pre-cum into my mouth.

Then Harry began to play with the muscular youngster, much like a cat with a mouse he intends to devour. He stroked him fast and slow, stopping and starting, building and relaxing the sexual tension. If he thought the guy was getting used to the pattern, he'd do something unexpected, like hold his head to bob him up and down on my cock, forcing him to swallow it deep and plugging his throat, pulling him up when panic began. Shifting his grip to our partner's slim hips, he took away any illusion of control, holding himself steady while pulling the guy back on his cock, then away until he plugged to the root in my mouth.

Once our friend gave up all efforts to control his own body, Harry went to work. He raised him to one orgasm, then a second and a third. Each climax jetted fresh seed into my mouth. The cocks penetrating his body became the sole focus of his world. By this point his energy had been totally drained. His arms collapsed and he rested his chest on my abdominals. My cock still filled his mouth but he was no longer sucking it, just gasping for breath around it. He didn't need to control his lower body; Harry was raising and lowering his hips, stroking his cock faster now as he built up to his own release, while simultaneously fucking the Indian's cock in my mouth.

From my view on the bottom I saw Harry's long pole begin to pulse. He made a final thrust, burying it into our tortured Indian and impaling him into my mouth. The powerful eruption of the Vietnamese stud's member aroused the Indian from his delirium. He found the strength to jerk his head up and off my hard cock and issue a high pitched wail as he simultaneously shot a fresh wad in my throat. He sound reverberated through the lodge again and again and again as he released his seed for the fourth time this session in his most violent orgasm. A final cry stopped suddenly as he passed out.. Harry extracted himself from the limp body and I rolled the body off me.

Harry stood up and helped me to my feet. The other two Indians were staring at us. There was a look of awe and fear, mixed with lust. They both were hard. Harry looked them over and led us to the younger of the two. He appeared to be in his late teens.

"Not what you expected?" Harry asked. "I'm Harry and my friend is Jack."

"My name is White Wolf. Grey Wolf is my older brother," indicating the guy Harry just fucked to exhaustion. "Running Bear told us all about you. He described you as extremely strong and sexually powerful. He said he would bring his friends to meet us and we would have sex all day and night. But, we didn't understand why he invited twelve young braves and only four of his college friends. My brother said you would be tired and loose by the time I got my turn to fuck. We never imagined that four White men could dominate twelve of our strongest braves."

"Hey, who are you calling White. We're Asian and proud of it. I'm Vietnamese, Alan and Zai Zai are Chinese and Koji is Japanese. You're a nice kid. I think we'll try something different with you that you'll like. Jack, get some protection and lie on your back. Then I want you to straddle his hips and sit down on him."

I did as directed and lay down on the animal skin rug. I propped my self up on my elbows for a better view of what was coming. I thought I had a good idea of what Harry was planning. White Wolf sat on my cock and had no problem taking it all until he rested on my groin. Whichever Asian stud had fucked him this afternoon had gotten him loosened up nicely. He lifted himself up and down a few times, squeezing his ass against my pole, before awaiting further direction from Harry.

"Comfortable?" He nodded agreement. "I want you to lean back against Jack's chest. I'm going to fuck you along with Jack, but I'll take it easy until we open you up enough."

When he lay back his long black hair fell around my face. It came to his mid back like Joseph's brother's. I pushed it to one side so it draped over my right shoulder. I whispered encouragement into his ear and licked the smooth skin of his face and neck, tasting the cum that dried there. My guess was that Zai Zai had sprayed him earlier. Harry spread my legs and lifted White Wolf's onto his shoulders.

Harry's hand caressed my nuts, the moved up to where I entered the Indian boy. He pushed a finger against the junction, sliding it up inside and moving it around my cylinder of flesh to stretch the sphincter muscle. He then added a second and later a third finger and moved them around. We both loved the stimulation, but I could tell White Wolf was nervous.

He was mesmerized by the sight of Harry's weapon, covered by the transparent sheath of latex as it sticks out over his hips. It is twice as thick and inches longer than his own hard pole that is dribbling lube on his abdominals. "I'm not sure we should do this," he stated in a low voice.

Harry placed the palm of his second had over the boy's wet cock and started rubbing the pre-cum around on his shaft and torso. I felt his intestines spasm around my embedded shaft as his own sex was massaged. "Are you sure? I'll stop if you ask me to and move on to our other friend."

"I don't know. You could injure me."

"Do you trust me?"

"I guess..." He started chanting something in his language.

Harry took that as approval. I felt the tip of his cock push between the palm of his hand and my shaft. He stretched back the ass lips with his fingers, pressing forward as he removed his digits. A couple seconds later The bottom half of my cock was squeezed between Harry's steel-firm flesh and the hyper-expanded gut walls of our Indian's colon. He was chanting louder now. I felt Harry put more of himself inside, stopping with his tip just touching the flange of my crown. Harry started short stroking across our friends most sensitive spots which also rubbed the full length of my shaft. It was intense. The Indian's chanting became unsteady.

I peered over White Wolf's shoulder to see Harry's thick tube of lighter skinned flesh slice in and out of the boy's deeply tanned body. He was holding half his long member in reserve as he raised our pleasure. He had his arms wrapped around the boy's legs with a hand sliding the Indian's seven-inch cock along his abdominals lubricated by the increasingly copious flow of pre-cum.

Suddenly, he stifled his chant mid-word and I saw every muscle tense. He clamped down tight internally too; I could feel it. His cock erupted with the first shot hitting his face. I joined his orgasm shooting in his gut as his second shot bounced off his chin. With a quick flick Harry playfully aimed his third spurt at my face, it went right in my mouth as I gasped in the glow of my own orgasm. Multiple subsequent shots coated his torso. Distracted with our pleasure we did not notice as Harry claimed his territory inside White Wolf's body.

"Was that so bad? What were you singing?"

"I feel so stuffed where you both are. It's more than with the other man. And then I can feel you inside me deep inside where your friend was. Oh, that was a song to help warriors be brave in battle. Oh. Oh! Oh!!" Harry had slid out halfway, until his flange touched my buried cock head then back in again.

"Did that hurt?"

"No. I'm just so sensitive. Every time you move I feel it from my hair to my toes. If you do that much more I'm going to cum again."

"That's the idea. Don't fight it. I'm in control and you will find out what it's like to overdose on sex."

With that he ended the discussion and started serious fucking, starting slowly but building his pace. I was sliding along with Harry due to the friction between us in the tight confines of White Wolf's gut. My strokes were only about three or four inches and he was doing twice that, continuing to depths that were the brothers' exclusive territory. The effect on the boy was electric. He was squirming violently as the pleasure signals overwhelmed his senses. I lay flat on my back, bringing him with me and holding him with one arm around his chest. With my other I caressed his face. My fingers wiped up a lot of his spewed cum which I feed into his mouth by letting him suck my fingers.

I came two or three times while Harry worked himself to orgasm. White Wolf several times more. Who was counting. Then things got hazy because Harry wasn't done. He shot a second time and a third before pulling out, leaving us delirious and exhausted. We rolled on our sides and slept entwined.

Samuel was shaking my shoulder. I woke up. It was morning. Daylight was shining through the lodge entrance. It's cover was tied back. I had slipped out of White Wolf during the night. My used condom was still halfway on my soft cock, the cum now dried. Samuel said something to White Wolf who ran off. I saw Harry was sleeping with our third, very well fucked, Indian.

He leaned over and kissed me. The strands of his long hair hanging like a black curtain around my head. When we broke he pulled back a bit and said, "We have some breakfast ready and you can wash up in the lake. I've got to give the others their wake-up call." As he got up he rubbed his hand over my morning stubble. His face looked smooth. He grabbed the old condom off my cock as he left.

I went over and woke Harry. He was still deep inside the Indian. When Harry stirred his sex buddy woke too. I saw the Indian's eight inch cock grow hard when he realized that Harry was still deep inside him. A brother's first business on waking up is to drain the large quantity of cum they produced overnight, so he started fucking his partner. I gave the guy my cock to suck. Ten minutes later we all felt much better.

As Harry was pulling out I relayed the information I'd received. "The lake sounds good. It's pretty easy to get ready," stripping out of the few pieces of clothes he wore and then stripping his current partner as I doffed mine. "The express to the lake is now leaving, " he announced, tossing one of us over each shoulder and running full tilt outside.

We bounced on his shoulders in a brief dash through the mornings activities in camp. He reached the shore and dove in with a flying leap, the Indian and I still riding. The extreme cold of the water shocked my system as we untangled from the heap with which we'd hit the surface. I scrambled to find my footing. The water was about chest deep and way too cold for me. I started to head to shore but Harry wrapped an arm about my waist and held me next to him. The Indian guy was rinsing his long hair a few feet away.

I saw Alan and Koji in the lake a few yards away. They were standing ten to twelve feet apart tossing one of the Indians back and forth, catching him in their arms against their chest then launching him again by pushing him up and out with their hands on his back and butt. A couple more guys were nearby waiting for a chance to be the ball. Harry swept me up and tossed me about twenty feet in the air to Koji, who had just tossed his Indian away, and yelled, "Catch." Koji turned just in time to grab me, but he was off balance and lost his footing dunking us both in the cold water.

Koji regained his feet carrying me in his arms just as Alan tossed his Indian to Harry. This was about thirty feet and Harry had no chance to stay upright and was knocked backwards into the water as he caught the flying brave. That ended their game and the guys ran to shore. Others brought up some blankets to dry us. The cold water had shrunk everyones' cock to their fully flaccid state, but that was still eleven inches for Alan and nine for the smaller Harry. They were hanging limp though so even the small breech cloths were able to cover them most of the time.

Joesph and Zai Zai were sitting on a log by the main fire eating breakfast. They had gotten a big pile of fresh berries of some type I wasn't familiar with, but they tasted sweet. There were eggs frying and plenty of the deer from the evening still available.

The Indians were talking rapidly among themselves. They obviously had the new experiences from last night to share. A few of the bolder ones were talking to the brothers. They asked to feel their muscles and demonstrate their strength. Alan had hold of two guys under their crotch with each arm and was lifting them alternately up and down like a seated dumbbell press.

After the meal the Indians did a demonstration of their riding skill. They mounted in various gymnastic ways and leapt from horse to horse while at full gallop. They showed their precision archery from horseback too.

The brothers decided on their own little show. Koji picked up a tree limb waiting to be burned, about six foot long and four inches thick, and held it in his hands. He snapped it in two like a toothpick. He then held the pieces, one in each hand, and squeezed. As his arm muscles expanded under the strain, he crushed the wood under his hand to splinters.

Then it was Alan's turn. He asked for two of the biggest horses to be hitched to strong ropes. Holding one in each hand he directed the Indians on each steed to pull ahead. He couldn't be moved. They tried pulling hard with one horse and backing the other but Alan adjusted. Then Alan flexed his arms. As he curled his twenty-eight inch biceps he dragged the horses backwards against their efforts. He then slowly crossed his arms across his chest with every muscle in his body leaping in definition.

The tremendous effort he expended awoke another muscle. His cock rose, pushing his front flap aside and reaching toward vertical. That sight ended the demonstration in favor of another round of sex. I let the brothers have their fun with some of the Indians they hadn't had yet. I'd have plenty of fun on the drive back. I did get Joseph to fuck me. I'd thought he was pretty hot when I first saw him after the party, but 'boyfriends' don't get much time to date each other normally. There was also plenty of opportunity to drink the cream from the guys the brothers were fucking and I got sucked a few times too.

After a lunch with some more freshly killed game, it was time to head back to Berkeley. Everyone had class on Monday and Harry and Alan still had some material to prepare. I was OK but had a big test on Tuesday to work on. Joseph thought the outing was a big success. He confessed to us that his real reason for doing it was that normally the fuckee just provides a warm hole and doesn't get much pleasure. Sex with the brothers showed everyone that both ends can have fun.

The Indians broke down the camp, putting the rugs and skins from the lodges into the backs of their pickups. The spare food was packed out on the horses led by a couple braves. The remainder of the guys piled in the bed of the pickups, a comfortable ride with all the skins.

We got our things into our van. We decided to wear the Indian garb on the trip back, maybe switching to gym shorts from the breech cloths near the city. With a pickup in front and behind they escorted down the mountain to a county road amid a lot of horn honking and waving. When we reached the road everybody piled out for goodbyes. I shared a hot kiss with Joseph's younger brother. It's too bad I'll graduate the summer before he gets to Berkeley.

We started on our drive home, hoping to reach I-80 before dark. Joseph and I were in the back area with Alan and Zai Zai. The guys were pretty horny since they hadn't had sex in a couple hours as we made our preparations for the trip home. The goodbyes also included a lot of body contact as the Indian boys who wanted a last good feel of their huge cocks.

Zai Zai had me on hands and knees and had just flipped up the back flap of my breech cloth when Koji told everyone to hold off a few minutes. He wanted to stop for gas before the interstate. I sat up as we pulled in to a small station on the quiet two-lane road. It looked deserted. We stopped at a pump and Koji stepped out with his credit card to pump the gas. I saw a freezer selling bags of ice and told the guys I'd get some for the cooler where the ice had long melted and our remaining drinks were warm. I opened the side door and got out carrying some coins and a few ones.

As I walked over to the small office area a guy came out. He looked to be a high school student wearing his school letter jacket. He was tall, about six-foot-five, lanky, but definitely an athlete. He looked around rapidly at our scantily clad group. He asked me, "What's going on?"

"We're just getting some gas before we head home. I'd like to get a bag of ice."

"Two dollars. Why are you dressed like that?" I saw him watching Harry walk to the mens room. About half of Harry's large cock stuck out to the side.

Zai Zai had seen the discussion a had come over and heard the question. "We were partying with some friends on the reservation. They gave us these. I like them." He'd been ready for sex with me and all thirteen of his inches were on display. That's certainly where the attendant was looking. He was almost a foot shorter than this guy but had much more muscle. "That's a nice jacket. I see you play basketball and football. Can I try it on?"

Zai Zai pulled off his animal skin vest and handed it to me, exposing, fully, his massive chest. The student took off his jacket and Zai Zai put it on. It extended well below his hips, still leaving half his long cock exposed below its bottom. Zai Zai held his arms out to the side, expanding his chest until it stretched the leather and fabric taut. He flexed his arms in a double biceps. His huge muscles pressed against the sleeves. As he reached about twenty-six inches the seams on the arms gave away. He crossed his arms in front of his chest and the seams on the shoulders and back parted with a snap. "I guess it's too small for me," he said as he took it off and handed it back to the shocked student.

I knew what the kid didn't - yet. I stuck around to watch. Zai Zai was now so close that he'd backed the guy to the wall and end of his cock rested on the guys pants where a wet spot was spreading. He was looking down alternating his gaze between the big cock and the eyes of the short muscleman who was acting so aggressively. "Sorry about messing your pants. I was about to fuck Jack here and my cock always puts out a lot of juice when it gets excited. Let me help you off with those, no point in getting them more messed." He meekly allowed Zai Zai to strip him of the pants. He got his shoes, socks and underpants while he was at it.

So we have the big guy standing there, stripped below the waist, with just his tee remaining and holding the ruined jacket. Zai Zai was close enough to have stuck his cock between the guys thighs with the tip pressing his bottom behind his balls. The kid's cock, about eight-and-a half, was hard, sticking out straight resting on the twice as thick shaft of Zai Zai's. It didn't reach far enough to hit his torso. "I'm working," he said in response to nothing.

"I can see that," said Zai Zai holding the kid's stiff cock against his big one. "Is that your car?" Indicating the clean, but dated, Camaro parked by the side of the building. "It's nice. Why don't we go over there." The kid allowed himself to be led by Zai Zai holding him by the cock. "Jack, take care of the ice and fetch me a fresh rubber." I left a couple bucks on the freezer and went off to do his bidding. The others were leaning on the van, watching.

When I headed back with some condoms everyone followed. Zai Zai had the kid's chest resting on the hood of his car with his legs widely spread. One hand rested on the center of his back while he probed the hole with a couple fingers from the other.

"Go ahead and fuck him. We need to get back on the road," urged Koji. "Besides we owe Jack and Joseph our attention now."

"All right, all right. Here it comes. Let's see you take it like a stud." Zai Zai started fitting his, now sheathed stick, into the boy. "But there's no reason to wait. Just lean them over and get to it while I finish up."

Koji and Harry took the advice with myself and Joseph respectively. Alan decided on seconds with the local boy. We were placed on either side of him. We each stretched an arm across his back. The back half of my skimpy cover was flipped onto my back and Koji started to fit himself in. I'd had almost a day to recover while they were concentrating on our Indian friends, so I was nicely tight, feeling every bump and vein on the long pole as it squeezed through my hole and passed my prostate.

The local boy was having it rougher, never having been stretched so wide, but he was taking it a lot better than I expected. My guess was that he'd been fucked before. He became much more vocal when Zai Zai started getting down to the last few inches where he was still virgin. By that time I'd already cum once, spraying my seed against on the sheet metal of his car. Koji was building his pace, now long dicking me. On the other side I could hear Harry and Joseph doing the same.

Once Zai Zai finished opening our new friend up, he started his fuck for real. Short, quick strokes brought the kid off quickly. Then long and slow to bring him back to hardness. Then faster and harder until Zai Zai unleashed his juice deep in the kid's bowels, bringing a second eruption from him. Koji and Harry reached their own orgasms within seconds of Zai Zai, joined by Joseph and I.

Koji pulled me upright, holding my back against his broad chest. He stayed inside though. Harry had pulled out of Joseph. Joseph had taken off his rubber and was licking his cock clean. Zai Zai lifted his fuck buddy off the car, holding him by his hips while staying deep inside him. The kid's legs were splayed wide because Zai Zai was so much shorter. We had really creamed the side of the car with the numerous loads that we'd shot while being fucked.

"My turn," Alan announced. He wrapped a mighty arm around the kid's chest and held one leg by the knee. He then just lifted the boy up and off of Zai Zai's cock, holding him in the air with his butt hanging down. The loose leg dangled. He moved it around searching for a footing, but it was well clear of the ground. Alan moved the guy's ass over the end of his cock and let him settle onto it. He felt the blunt bulb start to press his entrance and grabbed Alan around his neck trying to hold himself, but Alan was in control.

I saw the thick head disappear inside. I could see surprise and a bit of concern on the kid's face as he felt how much thicker Alan was than his previous fucker. He'd find Alan is almost an inch longer too if he gets that far. As a few more inches slipped in, he sensed another benefit of such a thick cock, his pleasure centers were rubbed continuously through his overstretched gut walls. His cock snapped to attention. He looked straight into Alan's eyes in awe at the Asian stud who was controlling his body.

Alan started flexing his hips back and forth to short stroke through the guy's gut as he let him sink slowly lower on his cock shaft. The boy was moaning in his pleasure as he rode Alan's cock. He threw his head back as his cock erupted. Zai Zai reached up and grabbed the kid's chest as Alan released his hold. Zai Zai pulled him to horizontal, face down, as Alan held onto the upper thighs, slaying the legs wide to give access to the butt now fully stuffed with all his fourteen inches.

Zai Zai poked his cock tip at the guy's lips. He opened up and accepted the first five inches easily. Meanwhile Alan started stroking his cock in and out of the stretched hole he'd conquered, causing moans of delight to issue from his plugged mouth. Zai Zai pushed another few inches in getting halfway down the gullet and causing the moans to turn to gasps as he tried, apparently successfully, to get air from around the thick tube of flesh. You could see the boy's eyes dart around as he looked at the five inches of cock that still hadn't entered his mouth and the wall of Zai Zai hard abdominal muscles that filled the rest of his view. He had a moment of relief as Zai Zai pulled back out of his throat, but he was soon refilled even deeper.

I was turned on by the sex scene I was watching and started contracting my gut around Koji's still buried member. That was all he needed to start stroking my ass again with his fleshy spear. Just before I gave myself over fully to the sensations emanating from my gut, I saw that our friend had blissed out on the overwhelming stimulation he'd been getting from the two huge Asian cocks. His body had gone stiff as a board, his back arched from the contraction of every muscle, as he was pounded by foot-long strokes of the cocks entering both his holes. His own piece was a rigid rod, sticking out below his abs. The strong spurts of the initial eruptions were long past; the streaks drying on his face and chest, but it still pulsed with a steady flow of white jizz, giving a small, inch-long spurt, every time Alan plunged his cock inward again.

When I came back to earth after Koji finished with me, he was holding me to his chest, giving me support while I regained my bearings. He'd extracted himself from me, though I could still feel his hard shaft between my legs. I looked down and could see about seven inches of its condom clad length sticking out in from of me, with my own soft member draped on one side and the front flap of my breech cloth pushed aside on the other. I reached down and removed the used condom from him. Seeing that I was ready to stand unassisted, he released me and withdrew from between my legs, but not without giving a quick love tap with his cock head to the outside of my well-used hole.

Harry had Joseph's back against the car and they were sharing a deep after sex kiss. Meanwhile Alan and Zai Zai had finished with the high school stud. They'd carried him back to the office and redressed him, more or less, topping him off by putting him back in his jacket, with the seams from the arms, shoulders and back, split from Zai Zai's flexing in it earlier. He looked like he'd just finished a game of football in his street clothes and lost, badly. That is if you didn't notice the big smile and the spreading wet spot on his jeans from his still dripping cock. He'd recover physically in a couple hours, but other effects were bound to be lasting.

We all piled back in the van to resume our trip back to Berkeley. Alan and Zai Zai got in back again since Harry and Koji had just finished fucking us. They lay on their backs and invited Joseph and I to straddle them. Both their cocks were still hard even after a couple rounds with the local kid. I had to bend my head to my chest to avoid hitting the roof of the van when I pushed up high enough for my ass to clear Alan's towering pole. As the van shook from going over a pothole, I sat back heavily, taking all of more than fourteen inches as Alan grabbed my arms to stop me from falling backwards. My left nut was resting in his fine pubic hair while my right was on the leather front piece that draped between his thighs after going round the base of his pole impaling my gut. My own flap rested on Alan's abs, collecting the precum dripping already from my cock head. I actually liked having sex in them. They concealed little but gave easy access to a thrusting cock. However, by the end of the weekend they were getting a bit stiff with dried cum. I'll have to find out from Joseph how to wash them to restore the softness to the leather.

I leaned forward running my hands along Alan's powerful torso until I cupped his pecs. Four or five inches slipped from my hole as I moved. I felt the hard points of his tits pressed into my palms. Alan wrapped his arms around my back and pulled me to him. I resisted a bit, pressing my arms to his chest, but he easily overpowered my effort and hugged me to his body. I stared into his face. He crunched his abs, thrusting his hips up and stroking his thick cock through me in short, quick strokes. I gasped from the sudden stimulation and he smiled, enjoying his easy control of my body and pleasure.

"So do you guys talk about us brothers between yourselves? Do you have favorites?" He asked, taking me by surprise with conversation when I was expecting only sex.

"What? Sure," I stammered. "I bet you guys have favorites among us too. But there's nobody in the fraternity that I don't enjoy having sex with. I'm addicted to huge cocks and big muscles. I'm leaking precum like crazy and if you start stroking my ass some more I'll shoot for the fifth or sixth time today. That should tell you all you really need to know. I couldn't lie about that even if I were able to think clearly enough with fourteen inches of hard cock inside me."

That must have satisfied Alan because he started bucking his hips to power his pole through my gut. I was stunned by the sudden resumption of his fuck and the flood of sensation as his flesh stimulated me internally. Somehow, without missing a beat, I found myself beneath him with my legs wrapped about his narrow waist as he used all his strength to pound my hole. My cock erupted as the pleasure clouded my senses, but he continued, not giving me a chance to calm down or catch my breath. I came at least once more before he climaxed inside me. But that was just the start.

"Jack. Jack. We're back." I heard someone say. "Time to get going."

I was face down on the air mattress that filled the back of the van. Someone shook my shoulder. I looked around, trying to focus. It was Harry Nuygen, kneeling between my spread thighs. He still had about half the length of his pole in my butt. Beside me Joseph had his back against the front seat, still with his muscular legs in the deep valley between Koji's delts and neck. Koji was extracting himself from Joseph's body, pulling inch after inch of sheathed shaft from Joseph's depths as the Indian stud bit his lower lip, trembling with the end of a last orgasm as his stiff cock spurted its last onto his abs. There was a nice bulb of cum trapped in the end when Koji finally pulled clear.

I propped my chest up with my arms, waiting for Harry to exit me. In spite of his words, it would not be proper for me to try to pull off his cock as only the brother could decide when he is finished. But Harry did pull clear and, as I expected, his condom also contained a few hefty loads. I rolled over to my back. Cum we'd shot on the ride home filled the grooves in the air mattress and was running off soaking the carpet.

The guys had stopped the van near my dormitory. It was evening and already dark. Only a few students were about, but I didn't think anyone could see in the deeply tinted window of the back of the van; not that it would bother anyone to have an audience. I reached for the handle to the side door.

"Maybe you better change to your gym shorts," suggested Harry. I was still in the leather breech cloth.

"Yeah," I agreed, taking the shorts he held out to me, the ones I'd discarded on entering the van for the trip out. Koji was helping Joseph get into his as the Indian was still a bit disoriented. I untied the breech cloth and stuffed it into the bag I'd brought for the trip and hadn't touched.

When Joseph appeared ready I opened the door and both of us got out, saying our goodbyes to the brothers. Harry gave me the bulging condom, some Vietnamese hot sauce for later. We watched as the van pulled away, heading back to the frat house. Joseph walked with me the short distance to my building. His was only a few minutes further. We shared a deep kiss goodbye before we separated, not caring who observed us.

When I got into my room, Ricardo was already in, resting, fully clothed, on his bed. He'd obviously had his own adventures with some of the brothers this weekend. He looked at me, checking my own condition out after a weekend of sex. We'd tell our tales to each other later. For now, I collapsed on my own bed and soon was asleep.

The End.