Date: Fri, 22 May 2015 20:00:04 +0000 (UTC)
From: Mikhail Conrad <mikhailconrad@yahoo.com>
Subject: Adjoining Rooms Pt 4

ADJOINING ROOMS

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 Part 4

    "My balls are startin' to ache" Brody proclaimed as we lay on the bed
watching NCIS reruns.

    We had opted to wait on our redheaded bellhop Dylan before we went at
it again and he was regretting the decision. That was partly due to the
fact that I kept my hands on his crotch teasing his big fat ten inch cock
while we waited. Not that it was one sided, he also kept up a steady
fondling of my package. Our boned up cocks had put out so much dick drip
that our jockstrap pouches had absorbed all they could and now the fronts
of our nylon sports shots were shiny with it at the crotch.

    "Fuck Mike, it's been five hours bud," he said grinding his clothed wet
rod into my hand, "I'm fixin' to rape your ass. You're drivin' me darn
loco."

    "It's twelve-twenty cowboy," I pointed out, "He said he'd be here at
twelve-thirty. I'm just as hard up as you are, and besides you..."

    "Can't rape the willin'," he finished my truism with a grin and a tight
shake of my gym shorts and jocked boner, "I've heard that one even way out
in the country. When he does get here he'd better be ready for a romp. How
old do you reckon he is?"

    "I'm guessing somewhere between eighteen and twenty," I replied and
shifted my right leg over his left one so I could feel the hair on his leg
brushing against mine, "What do you think?"

    "I'm thinkin' he'd better get his ginger ass here before we both blow
our gushers waitin'," Brody answered and flexed his giant cock in my hand,
"I can't wait to get him naked and put this to him."

    "If he doesn't pass out at the sight of it you mean?" I teased him.

    "Naw," the sexy stud denied, "You saw the look in his eyes when you
teased him about it. That buck's a cockhound for sure. He might not take
the whole caboodle like you can, but I betcha he tries."

    "Just take it easy on..." I said and was interrupted by three firm
knocks on the door.

    "Yehaw!" Brody yelled and tossed me off to dash to the door, "That's
the startin' bell!"

    "Don't scare him off," I said laughing and picking up his card key
joined him at the door.

    When Brody opened the door, sure enough it was Dylan. He had on a pair
of tight jeans and a Hard Rock Las Vegas tee shirt not tucked in. He was
smiling shyly and gave us both an alluring grin. His slightly upturned nose
was sprinkled with freckles and I thought he might not even be eighteen
yet, but then remembered he had served us bloody marys with our breakfast
so he had to be at least that old.

    "Come on in Dylan, I told him as I stepped past him and turned to
Brody's room door, "I'll be right with you. Quit staring at him Brody and
take him in."

    The cowboy hunk was looking at the young bellhop like he was a cold
beer after a long day's hot sweaty work. The redheaded hottie didn't miss a
beat as he stepped up to the man and ran his hands all over his chest and
abs, I left them and opened Brody's room door and then the adjoining door
to my room just to the right in the entry area. They were standing right in
front of me and the butch cowboy had the kid's tee shirt half off. Brody
tossed me the tee and went for the buckle on Dylan's web belt. I took a big
whiff of the shirt and inhaled the fragrance of young male. It was loaded
with testosterone. I looked over to see the tent of a major league boner in
Dylan's jeans.

    "I've been dying to get here all morning," he said noticing me eyeing
his crotch, "It's been the longest last half of a shift I've ever worked."

    "Hey Mike look at this," Brody said and pulled Dylan's jeans open,
"He's sure got you pegged.

    The hot cowboy held the bellhop's jeans open to reveal that he had on a
white swim supporter. A nice fat lump of male meat bulged out in the pouch
past his open fly. You could see it jump as we watched it bound up in the
jock.

    "Well you guys were wearing one so I thought it would be cool to join
in," Dylan told us with a grin, "I keep gym clothes here in my locker at
work for when I go workout after a shift. They let us use the facilities
here if there are no guests or just a few using them. The gym is usually
empty though. I guess Bourbon Street is more enticing than a workout."

    "How about a drink?" I asked them, "Before we move on to even more
enticing things than Bourbon Street."

    They both agreed and we heading through the connecting doorway into
Brody's room. He went to the bar and poured my vodka and tonic and his
bourbon rocks. He then looked Dylan.

    "What'll ya have sport?" he asked the redhead.

    "You are old enough right?" I asked not because I would deny him a
drink, but as the chance to find out how old he was.

    "I turned twenty-one last fall," he replied, "You want to see my ID? I
know I barely look eighteen. It's my hair and freckles. I hate it, makes me
look like a kid."

    "Hey, don't sweat it," Brody told him, "I got the same boyish thing and
when you're older you'll love it. I'm twenty-nine. Now what're you
drinkin'?"

    "I'll take a bourbon and Coke if you have it," Dylan responded, "You
don't look any older than I am. How old are you Mike?"

    "Twenty-six and I know, I look twenty-six," I said and reached out to
him while Brody poured his drink, "Speaking of hair, we're curious."

    I slid the fingers of my right hand into his waistband showing in his
open fly and pulled him to me stretching the band out. I looked down into
his pouch to see the top constrained part of a really fat tool nesting in a
patch of fiery red and curlies. I reached in and pulled his cock into a
more comfortable angle and he moaned a sigh of lust and relief. His dick
was a six incher, but it was almost as thick as a beer can. The guy had a
hole buster on him for sure. I wiped a gleaming drop of pre-cum from his
slit and licked it off my finger. It was tastier than my cocktail. I let
his waistband snap back and looked him in the eye. He was watching me with
his mouth hanging open.

    "Are you gonna take this?" Brody asked holding the drink out and asked
me, "Well are they?"

    "Just a little bit darker, but there's a fire down there for sure," I
answered making Dylan blush, "And he's got a brick in his jock too."

    "Well let's see about puttin' it out," Brody said coming around the bar
to us.

    The cowboy dropped to knees in front of the bellhop, tugged his
sneakers and white footie socks off and yanked his jeans down to his
feet. I stepped behind the redhead and put my arms around his chest and
used my drink to chill his cherry red nipples.

    "Just drink your drink and let us play," I told him as he groaned in
pleasure, "We've been edging for hours and we need to get you there too."

    "I want to play too," he said and took a gulp of his drink.

    "You'll get your chance," Brody said as he pulled Dylan's jock pouch to
the side and took his cock in hand, "Damn that's thick! This round-up's not
over by a long shot. Let's see how much of this I can get in my mouth."

    "OHHH SHIT!" the redhead exclaimed as Brody sucked his hard slab of
meat past his lips.

    I knelt down, set my drink on the table beside us and ran my tongue
over the bellboy's ass. It was as smooth as a baby's, but his thighs had a
sprinkling of hairs that looked golden in the lamp light of the lounge. I
used my hands to part his tight rounded ass cheeks and saw his hairless
pucker. It winked in response to Brody's cock sucking and I put my tongue
to it.

    "Fuck! You two are going to make me spill my drink," Dylan said
gasping, making us pause.

    The redheaded hottie downed it and set the glass beside mine. It looked
like Brody did the same, but the yell of surprise from Dylan when the
cowboy engulfed his fat cock again, let me know he had pulled the ice in
the mouth trick. I dove back into the bellhop's ass and rimmed him good.

    "I'm about to shoot!" he said loudly after about five minutes of being
the meal between us.

    Brody slid his mouth of the guy's wide ample rod and I backed off of
his hole.

    "Not yet pardner," Brody said as we both got to our feet, "We got us a
lot more teasin' to do til we got you where you'll bellow like a bull when
you cum."

    "You guys are going to kill me!" Dylan said with a laugh, "But what a
way to go!"

    "I promise you you'll walk out of here happy," I told him pulling him
back into my bulging crotch by his hips, "Maybe bowlegged, but happy. What
time do you have to leave?"

    "I don't have to go at any special time," he answered, "I switched
shifts with another guy so I could have tomorrow off, you know, just in
case."

    "So you'll stay over and spend the night and tomorrow with us?" Brody
asked him and added, "Our treat?"

    "Really? That'd be so cool!" he responded, "But I don't think I'll be
bowlegged. I've been fucked a few times already and I didn't come away
walking funny."

    "Show him Brody," I told the cowboy and moved around to beside him so I
could see Dylan's reaction.

    Brody stuck his thumbs in the sides of his white athletic shorts and
jock waistband and yanked them to below his balls. His rigid giant cook
sprang out and bobbed up and down in front of the bellhop. As it came to a
rest at a forty-five degree upright angle to his hard cut eight pack, a
drop of dick drip fell from his piss slit and made a slow hanging string
headed for the carpet.

    "HOLY FUCK!" the redhead exclaimed and dropped to his knees and caught
the hanging strand on his tongue before it got as low as Brody's knees.

    He slowly brought his head up with his mouth open to catch it all. He
got to the cowboy's massive pole and licked the end of the wide head
getting the last of the gooey strand on his tongue. Before he could swallow
it I pulled him up and covered his mouth with mine to lick it off his
tongue and then passed it back to him to swallow.

    "There's more where that came from," Brody told him as I stepped back
from our kiss and the cowboy put his arm across my shoulder, "But Mike here
leaks so much, it's more than most guy's shoot when they cum. If you like
cock snot, you came to the right room."

    Brody reached over with his left hand and jerked my red shorts down to
show Dylan my pre-cum soaked jockstrap. The redhead's eyes lit up and I put
my hand on my bulging pouch and shook it at him.

    "Go ahead, go for it," I told him.

    "Yeah!" Brody admonished him, "Suck that cock ooze outta his jock."

    Dylan didn't waste any time squatting down and getting his mouth on my
pouch. As he sucked the thick nectar in the mesh, he reached over with his
right hand and started feeling the dimensions of Brody's enormous
tool. When he felt it issue a drop of pre-cum, he pulled it over to my
crotch and licked it off before resuming sucking on my pouch.

    "Looks like he missed lunch," Brody said with a chuckle, "You hungry
bucko?"

    The rodeo hunk pulled my pouch to the side and my oozing wet hard prick
jumped out to smack the bellhop in the face. Brody grabbed it and put the
pointed head to the redhead's lips. He ran it across them and sure enough a
glob of my pre came running out to gloss them with wet sticky cock
lube. Dylan licked it all off.

    "If you suck it you'll get more," Brody urged the young man on.

    I watched and tried not to shake as Dylan opened his mouth and began
sucking my pole into his mouth, His eyes were turned up watching the both
of us and his cock jerked as it hung hard and thick between his spread
legs. He took about half of my piece before he gagged, He came up off it
spluttering and wiped his saliva off his mouth.

    "I'll get it," he said with choke blurred eyes, "It takes me a while,
but I'll get it all down. And then I want to try that god rod on you
Brody. Just let me get my throat open on Mike first okay?"

    "Go ahead pal," Brody said watching him lecherously, "And what say I
get on my back under your hot bubble butt and you sit on my face while you
chow down on Mike's pretty piece. You get it nice and wet while I do the
same to your hot hole. Then he might just be willin' to give it to you
while you try swallowin' mine."

    Dylan grinned like the Cheshire Cat and raised his ass up so Brody
could get his head under him. As the ass licking cowboy pulled the redhead
down on his face by grabbing his thighs Dylan went back to showing me how
good a cocksucker he could be. He occasionally choked, but kept on it this
time determined to get his chin on my balls. He was doing wonderful things
to my throbbing meat with the vibration of his moans and groans as Brody
tongue drilled his tight hole while stroking his ginormous prong. It didn't
go quite like Brody had wanted and it was the cowboy's own fault.

    I saw his cock darken and heard him gasp as he accidentally yanked his
crank past the point of no return. He was off Dylan's hole in a flash and
swallowed the bellboy's big thick slab in a flash just as his ten inch
monster jetted out a thick wad of nut cream. Dylan, caught by surprise let
out a huge groan and I could tell he was ejaculating his own load of jizz
in Brody's throat. The whole thing sent me reeling into my own ecstatic
climax and we all three emptied our drawn-up balls within fifteen seconds
of each other. I went to my knees shaking and Dylan bent over to keep my
cum dripping dick in his mouth. This put him at an angle to shove his own
belching prick further down Brody's throat. He gave the cowboy a series of
thrusts into his gullet and `AHHHHed' around my dick with my load leaking
out past his lips. Brody reached up and grabbed me and we ended up in a
breathless pile on the carpet.

    Brody wasn't done just yet. He took both of us by the hair of the head
and pulled us into a three way kiss. Neither one of us resisted at all and
the two of them willing fed me a share of the warm creamy loads they were
holding in their mouths. We slowly and erotically swapped it back and forth
until it had all been consumed. Then we came to rest with Brody on the
bottom on his back with my head on his chest face down and Dylan draped
over the two of us with his wet half hard still thick cock in my ass crack
leaking the last of his load on it.

    "What happened to the fuck I was supposedly going to give?" I asked
with a laugh.

    "I'm sorry Mike," the cowboy apologized, "His hole is so sweet and he
kept flexin' it on my tongue and then the sound of him schlurpin' on your
perfect pecker... it just set me off. I couldn't help it. You've kept me
hard and horny all mornin' man."

    "He plastered me right in the asshole with his first shot," Dylan told
me, "It was so fucking hot that it made me blow too."

    "It's okay Brody," I told him laughing, "It was worth it and I know
you'll be raring to go again in no time."

    "Hell man," he said, "I can go again right now if you two are up for
it. My pecker hasn't gone down at all. How `bout it?"

    "Count me in," Dylan answered and I felt him flex his wide fat cock and
it hardened between my butt cheeks.

    "I need a few to recoup," I said arching my ass back into Dylan's
prodding, "But I'm still horny and with you two studs it won't take me long
to get it back up."

    "You two are so fucking hot!" Dylan said and humped at my ass, "This is
the best time I've ever had and it just started. I think I could go all
day. Can I ask you guys something?"

    "Sure bucko," Brody answered as he pushed up so he could sit and catch
his breath, "Shoot."

    "I don't mind," he began as he and I joined Brody sitting on the carpet
Indian style, "It's fine with me if you guys want me to be the butt boy. I
want it. I even want to try to take yours Brody, but... Oh never mind."

    "What Dylan?" I prompted him as he left his question unasked, "Go ahead
and ask. What're we going to do? I think you already know what we want to
do and you just asked for it anyway. What's on your mind?"

    "I'm thinkin' he wants to fuck you Mike," Brody said needlessly. "He
sure had a fine look on his face when he was pokin' at your ass just now,
and look at his fat dick. Did you see it jump when I said `fuck you'?"

    Dylan went red in the face. His chin went to his chest and he looked
back and forth at us gauging our reaction. It made me want to laugh, but I
didn't. I really didn't want him embarrassed, I wanted him horny and at
ease, ready to join in and have a good time like we had just done.

    "Is that it Dylan?" I asked him and raised his face up with a finger
under his chin, "You want to fuck me?"

    "It's just that I haven't ever gotten to fuck a real man before," he
said feeling that he had to explain his desire, "I mean a real masculine
type guy like you Mike. And you were pushing your butt back at me and I
thought that maybe..."

    "You thought that that maybe I'd let you?" I asked finishing the
question for him when he paused.

    "I've screwed a bunch of fem guys here in the Quarter and a few twinks
like me at college," he went on to clarify, "And I know men like you don't
really go for it, I understand, image matters, but... I... uh... fuck Mike!
I want to fuck you bad. You're so hot. I can't keep my mind off it ever
since I first saw your butt when you bent over in front of me this morning
to put on that jockstrap you're still wearing. The way it frames your
ass... the hot studly way you walk... I don't know. Let's just drop
it. Forget I said anything, but I still want you both to dick me though,
okay?"

    "I don't keep my self-image in my butthole Dylan," I told him and
scooted over to put my arm around his shoulder, "But I do keep some pretty
good memories there. Like the ones Brody pounded into it last night."

    His mouth opened wide in surprise at my confession.

    "You took that up your ass?" he asked gesturing at Brody's towering
shaft sticking up like a pole in his lap, "Man I thought... you really let
him fuck you?"

    "I almost had to beg him," I answered laughing at Dylan's surprise and
asked him, "You thought what?"

    "I thought you asked me to join you so you'd have someone to fuck," he
answered still looking shocked, "Man Mike, I thought for sure you were both
top guys wanting a piece of ass. I can't believe you're a bottom."

    "I'm not," I interjected before he could go on with his false
assumption, "Are you? You just said you wanted to fuck me. That doesn't
sound like something a real bottom guy would say."

     "Whoa there you two," Brody interjected, "We're burnin' time we could
be usin' to do some of that fuckin' you're both talkin' about. It's like
this Dylan; we both like it both ways and it sounds like you do. I fucked
Mike. He was the best I've ever had bucko. He took it all. Then he returned
the favor and loaded my hole with what felt like a bucket of jizz. He got
me so fired up that I had to go again just like the two of you have me
now. He got on and rode another one outa me and then let me suck it outta
him. I kinda thought like you did too until I met Mike yesterday
evenin'. Now that said I got somethin' to add. We didn't come on to you
because we wanted a fuck hole. We flirted with you `cause a your cute
freckled face, your friendly smile and attitude, your hot tight bubble
butt, your sexy red hair, and your smokin' bod. Neither one of us wants to
just bend you over and poke your hole without getting' to look at you some
too. And hell bucko, I'm tellin' ya, I'm gonna be a might disappointed and
jealous too if you only want to fuck Mike. I want some of what I just
tasted up my butt too. You're hot pal and I'm bettin' we coulda done a lot
of lookin' and never found someone that fit the bill like you do. Right
Mike?"

    "Totally," I answered and then said to the sexy redhead, "I don't want
you to feel like our buttboy Dylan, I want you to feel like or fuck
buddy. How about that instead?"

    "You mean I can fuck you? Both of you?" he asked still not over his
shock and amazement from what Brody had told him, "And you'll both fuck
me?"

    "As much as you want to until you have to leave," I answered him
grinning, "You're going to be my first redhead pal. You're already way more
than I've fantasized about and my hole's itching to be fucked wider than
Brody had it with his big cock. Yours is way thicker, but you have that
same blunt pointed head I do that lets it slide its way in easy and stretch
a hole gradually as you fuck deeper. Can you tell that not only will I let
you, but I want you to? We both like our fucks hard and powerful Dylan, so
plan on going to town on our asses like you own them. You're sure as hell
built for it."

    "Hell bucko," Brody added, "You can sleep with that ass wrecker
pluggin' my hole if you can keep it hard."

    "Damn!" the redhead said as we watched for his reaction, "Damn! Holy
fuck!"

    "You okay?"  I asked grinning at his response.

    "Hell no!" he answered with a huge grin back at me, "I'm way better
than that. You guys want to draw straws or something for first fuck? I'm
ready either way."

    His rock hard fuck tool proclaimed the truth of his words. Brody hadn't
lost anything in the boner department the whole time since I had first
teased him into an erection after we ate our breakfast. I however was still
at the semi stage and needed some more recharge time.

    "Why don't you and Brody go ahead and get started," I suggested as I
saw them both take a glance at my half hard dick, "Watching you two should
be more than enough to get me up."

    Dylan didn't answer and looked slightly disappointed. He watched Brody
to see what the cowboy would say. The studly rodeo hunk smiled
mischievously and used his farm bred muscles to haul us all to our feet.

    "Lets get what we need outta your room Mike and move over in here and
take this party to the bedroom," he said, "Your sheets are a little
crusty. I'm sure Dylan here will be more than happy to help us get mine
that way too. Maybe we can call housekeeping and get them to do a late
cleaning. It's clear as day we're gonna need extra towels anyway."

    "They will," Dylan informed us, "At this time of day they mostly just
sit around and wait for someone to call for something. The manager keeps a
crew on all the time for it. The ladies are always complaining about how
boring it is and how this housekeeping shift seems to drag on and on. They
all really like being on the early busy shift."

    "Great," Brody said reaching for the phone on the side table in the
lounge area.

    "Hadn't you better do it from my side?" I asked him before he could
dial.

    "It doesn't matter," Dylan answered, "Just tell them the other room
number. It's a suite. They'll just think you're two businessmen here from
out of town. The suites get used that way a lot. That's what I thought you
were at first. Are you guys lovers?"

    "No, we just met last night," I told the curious redhead, "It's a funny
story."

    "And got a suite together?" Dylan asked.

    "Why don't you tell him about it Mike while I get our things," Brody
said hanging up the phone, "They said they're on their way and they'll
leave the extra towels in your bathroom."

    "Don't forget the card key," I said as he went over to my room and gave
me a thumbs up.

    So I told Dylan how Brody had met me just last night.

    "So you just happened to have the adjoining suite rooms?" he asked.

    "Yeah," I answered, "Kind of amazing isn't it?"

    "Almost bizarre," he said laughing as Brody returned with an arm full
of clothes and my bag.

    "Naw," Brody chimed in, "It didn't get bizarre until we lucked out and
got a hot number like you to top it off."

    "Oh come on," Dylan said, "I'm nothing on you two. You've got the
perfect vee shape chiseled like a statue that guys dream of having Brody
and Mike's eye's more than make up for the bit of definition you have over
him. Both of you are super good looking too."

    "Dylan," I said pulling him to the bar with its mirrored wall behind it
and facing him at it, "Take a look man. You're cute, handsome and
young. And that body is nothing to be ashamed of. You swim don't you?"

    "Yeah... well I did, I still do when I get the time," he replied, "How
did you know?"

    "Men only get those long lean muscles swimming," I answered him and
asked, "What do you mean you did?"

    "I was on the team at LSU," he explained, "I had to quit when I left
school. They had to cut back on loans and grants because of funding and I
need to raise some cash before I can go back and finish my senior
year. It's only for six months then I'll be part time at another hotel in
Baton Rouge. The corporation that owns the hotels will help pay education
expenses then."

    "You've got it all worked out haven't you?" I asked him admiring his
determination.

    I heard Brody talking across the lounge and turned to see him hang up
the phone again.

    "You two were all wrapped up talkin'. I just went ahead and ordered us
some lunch," he said, "I figure if I get you both fed and fueled up we can
spend the rest of the day and evening fuckin' our brains out. Then we can
go out for dinner, recharge, come back and fuck til we can't fuck any
more. Sound okay with ya'll?"

    "Sure," I said, "I'll be more than ready to go then, but let's put some
clothes on for real this time or are you planning on a bellboy orgy?"

    "Count me out," Dylan said firmly.

    "Tryin' to keep a low profile at work?" Brody asked him.

    "No," the redhead answered, "If it's a guy, it'll be Conner. He always
takes the suites on his shift. He's the manger's son and a real
asshole. And he doesn't turn me on at all."

    "Then it's out the door for Conner," I said, "I'm not going to let you
go over any asshole bellhop. I want that hole buster between your legs too
bad."

    "I'm not worried," he said, "You'll see."

    And we did. Brody and I had just finished putting on shorts and tee
shirts when the doorbell rang (the lounge room had a real doorbell). Dylan
ducked into the bathroom and closed the door still just in his
jockstrap. Brody answered the door and a dark haired young man came in
pushing a cart. He slouched as he sauntered into the room with the cart. He
didn't say hello or kiss my ass. He just took the lids of the dishes and
tossed them on the shelf under the cart. I think it was the zit on his zits
that made him surly.

    "Here's your food," he said and stood by the cart with his palm half up
waiting on a tip.

    Brody picked up the bill sitting on the cart and had to go over to the
counter for a pen even though the guy, whose name tag did in fact say
`Conner', had one in his vest pocket. The cowboy wrote on the tab and
handed it to him. Brody didn't look pleased and it didn't have anything to
do with what Dylan had said. Conner was plain rude and an asshole. He sure
didn't belong in the service industry. He looked at the tab and made a sour
face.

    "Send somebody else next time," Brody told him, "I've seen better
attitudes on fellas just run over by a bull."

    Conner turned around and stomped to the door, opened it, and slammed it
behind him on his way out. I'd never seen anything like it. Even in sleazy
motels the staff was at least courteous.

    "I'm going to call the front desk," I announced as Dylan came out of
the bathroom.

    "Don't bother," Brody said, "If his old man is the general manager it
won't amount to a hill of beans. I reckon it'd be better if I sent an email
off to the corporate office later on my cell. I saw the address for their
website on their brochure in the desk. That'll light some fires."

    "It sure would make my job easier if he got fired," Dylan said, "The
way he acts makes the guests take it out on the rest of us in tips, or
rather no tips."

    "Then consider it done bucko," Brody responded, "Everybody dig
in. Cajun muffulettas, I heard folks talk about `em, but I didn't know they
were the size of a dinner plate."

    "They're really good," Dylan told us, "A New Orleans specialty. Thanks
Brody."

    "You can thank me later bucko," Brody told him with a friendly slap to
his butt, "I'm sure you'll thinka somethin'."

    "Is he always this much of a flirt?" Dylan asked me picking up a plate
and taking it over to the couch.

    "As far as I know. It's how he started out with me," I answered, "I've
only known him one night longer than you, but it was a really good night."

    I went to take one of the plates and noticed another dish on the
cart. It was a glass bowl in a silver dish filled with a fluffy chocolate
mousse. I picked up one of the spoons to give it a taste and Brody stopped
me by quickly retrieving the lid under the cart and putting it over the
dish.

    "Dessert comes after the meal Mike," he said giving me a wink, "Don't
get your cart before the horse."

    I gave him a puzzled look, but he just took a plate and went to join
Dylan. I followed him, but before we could sit down Dylan cleared his
throat to get our attention.

    "I feel a little out of place guys," he said and then explained it to
us when he saw our confused expressions, "Me... jock, you two... shorts and
tee shirts."

    Brody and I were quick to shed our outer wear. Dylan smiled happily as
we sat on either side of him now in just jockstraps like he was. We dug in
and ate while we talked randomly about this and that. None of us could
finish our huge sandwich. We each only ate about half and washed it down
with sodas that Dylan got up and brought us from the bar. The redhead told
us that muffulettas kept well and Brody took our plates and set them back
on the cart and put the lids over them.

    "They'll make a good late afternoon snack," He said as Dylan and I
leaned back and stretched satisfied with our meal.

    Brody stayed over at the cart by the bar and after a minute I looked
behind me to see him with a spoon in his hand and the lid off the mousse.

    "No dessert for me right now cowboy," I told him, "I'm stuffed."

    "Me too," Dylan agreed, "Maybe later Brody."

    "Are you sure," he asked and walked to stand in front of us with his
cock beginning to bulge in his jock.

    "Now that I'll take some of," Dylan said beating me to the line and
reached for Brody's package.

    Brody took a step back out of reach.

    "Hows about some of this," he said, turning around, bending over, and
putting his hands on his knees pointing his ass at us.

    The sexy fucker had an ass crack filled with creamy chocolate mousse. I
changed my mind about dessert a split second before Dylan did. I got in a
lick and my second one was with the redheads tongue beside mine. We had
Brody down on the carpet on his knees with his cowboy butt in the air in a
flash. Then we ate the sweet airy pudding from his ass with gusto. It
didn't take us long before we licked the last of it from the hairs around
his tight fuck hole and backed away to check out our work.

    Brody's crack and hole were both clean and shiny with our spit. Dylan
took one look at me and stuck his middle finger in his mouth to bring it
out wet with saliva. He set it to Brody's hole and wriggled it into the
hairy pucker. Brody let out a moan of enjoyment as I wet my own longest
finger in my mouth, I slipped it into the warm damp anal opening alongside
Dylan's and used it to search out the cowboy's prostate bump. The redhead's
finger joined mine and we casually lightly ran the tips over the hard
gland.

    "OH yeah!" Brody groaned out loud, "Finger my ass! Fuck that feels
good! Yeah right there fellas, that's it, oh fuck that's the spot!"

    Brody's dessert ploy had us all hard again and giving in to the lust we
all felt for each other. Dylan and I used our free hands to feel each other
up and when we happened to reach between our finger fucked cowboy to cop a
feel at the same time, we encountered his right hand stroking his big
steely cock. The more we fingered him, the more he moaned and rotated his
ass into our digits.

    "I want more!" Brody demanded, "Fuck me! I want a hard cock up my
ass. Somebody dick my hole. Fuck I need it!"

    I looked at Dylan and raised my eyebrows letting him decide if he
wanted to do the honors. I'd be just as happy either way. Afterall, the
redhead's ass would be up for grabs if he made the decision to fuck Brody
first.

    "Can I fuck you while you fuck him?" he asked me with a look of young
male horniness.

    "Come on fellas," Brody moaned as we continued to finger him while we
decided who was going to fuck who, "I'm gonna try to shove my own cock up
my butt if one of you doesn't fuck me soon!"

    I laughed and pulled my finger out and took my hard leaking dick out of
the side of my mesh pouch and put it against Brody's hole with Dylan's
finger still worming around in it. The redhead pulled his hand away and
leaned in to get a close-up view of my cock as I slowly pushed it into the
cowboy's needy hole. Brody moaned as the head popped inside his rectum and
Dylan stared in fascination.

    "Haven't you ever seen a guy get fucked?" I asked the redhead teasing
him.

    "Only in porn," he responded not taking his eyes off Brody's asshole,
"I've only ever been with one guy at a time. This is so fucking hot. Man, I
could never imagine I'd hear a butch stud like Brody begging to get
fucked."

    "I'm not beggin', I'm askin'," the cowboy said between his moans of
delight.

    "Then let him hear you beg for it Brody," I told him stopping my
penetration into his fuck chute, "Go ahead stud beg for my cock."

    "Fuck you Mike," he said and tried to shove his ass back on my rigid
dick, "Dick me man!"

    "Oh you can fuck me alright," I replied backing off to keep him from
getting any more of my cock in him, "After I fuck you and you let Dylan
hear you beg to get fucked. You know you want it. We do too. Go ahead and
ask for it real nice and make it loud enough to convince me."

    "FUCK! Hell yeah I want it!" he cried out, "Give it to me! FUCK ME!
Tear up my ass with your pecker! Fuck me hard and fill my ass full of your
cum! FUCK ME!"

    "Good enough?" I asked Dylan holding onto Brody's ass cheeks tightly to
stop him from slamming his ass back.

    "Say please," the redhead told the cowboy still keeping his whole
attention on the stretched anal ring around the middle of my prick.

    "I'll give ya your please when I get a holda your asses you fuckin'
cock teasers!" Brody threatened and I pulled my dick an inch out of his
clutching asshole.

    "OKAY! PLEASE FUCK ME! I GOTTA HAVE IT GODDAMMIT! FUCKIN' PLEASE FUCK
ME!" Brody yelled loud enough to be heard in the next room. Thankfully they
were our hotel bedrooms.

    "How was that?" I asked Dylan enjoying the needy fuck denial we were
teasing Brody with.

    "Oh shit! He's so fucking hot," the redhead said excitedly mesmerized,
"Give it to him Mike. Fuck him good!"

    "Good boy Brody," I told him patting his ass, "You've got Dylan leaking
as much as me."

    I plowed into the stud's hole with a forceful lunge and bottomed out in
his warm chute determined to sate his need to be man fucked.

    "FUUUUCK!" Brody howled as his whole muscular body tightened up against
the pain of the sudden deep penetration.

    I didn't stop there. I immediately started battering my rock hard tool
into the spasming cowboy's asshole while Dylan looked on now in shock. I
grabbed Brody by the hips and thrust into him with a ruthless lascivious
abandon and he gradually relaxed and began to meet my pummeling by grinding
his ass back on my invading tool. As the cock hungry stud began to join in
on the fuck, Dylan realized that he had wanted the brutal impalement and I
had known it. He started urging me on.

    "Fuck him Mike! Fuck his ass!" the redhead encouraged me, "He likes it!
Give it to him! Fuck him!"

    "OH FUCK YEAH!" the cowboy moaned loudly in response, "Fuck me hard! OH
FUCK! Dick me Mike! I want to know I've been fucked when your cock's not up
in me anymore. Fuck Me!"

    I slowed down my full on bettering of Brody's ass. Just being with the
two hot hunks was enough to make a guy cum, much less fucking one while the
other one urged me on. I wanted to last a while longer and I really wanted
a go at Dylan's fuck hole. I backed off and pulled my ass juiced cock out
of Brody's clinging hole.

    "Put it back in," he pleaded, "I want to feel you cum in my ass."

    I moved back and offered Dylan my place. The young redhead looked
surprised, then eager, and then took on a grin of raunchy determination. He
got between Brody's fuck spread legs and put his big, fat, wide cock to his
target. He looked at me and I mimed slamming the heels of my hand together
to let him know to give it to the cowboy hard. He did. He shoved in so hard
his balls rebounded off Brody's taint.

    "FUUUUUUUCK!" Brody yelled again as his asshole convulsed at the sudden
widening, "AHHHH! OH FUCK!"

    Dylan went to town on his ass. He fucked him into a groaning writhing
sex toy. Brody soon began to reciprocate and shove back into the redhead's
slam fucking. I watched his bubble butt as it plowed back and forth
delivering an ass wrecking fuck to the mouth open drooling cowboy stud. I
moved behind the redhead and wet my fingers with saliva. When I put my
mouth lubed fingers in his crack on an out stroke, he kept fucking but
spread his knees apart to allow me better access. I soon had his hole wet
and ready and scooted up closer behind him while he fucked Brody.

    "Shove it in deep and hold it there," I told him and he did so without
question, "I'm going to slide my dick up your ass nice and slow. When I get
it in all the way, I'm going to stop and let you take over. You're in the
middle. You have to be the one doing the fucking or we'll be slipping out
all the time. You'll be fucking yourself and Brody at the same time. You
ready?"

    "Hell yeah!" Dylan answered with excitement, "Stick it to me Mike."

    I did. I felt his hole part around my dick head as it popped into him
eliciting a libidinous moan. I had to hold his hips and keep him planted in
Brody's ass as the horny fucker instinctively tried to push his ass back
into my fuck. I could tell he was ready so I pushed forward harder and gave
it to him. Now he was the meat in our fuck sandwich.

    "Holy fuck!" he said, "I'm not going to last long like this."

    "Then fuck him and cum," I responded and leaned back to thrust my tool
upwards so he could make full use of it while he dicked the cowboy, "Go
ahead Dylan, give him your load man. He wants it."

    "Fuck yeah, sperm my hole stud," Brody told him in confirmation, "Fuck
it in me. Load me up."

    Dylan began fucking again with a few tentative strokes. As he got a
feel for being the middle man he increased his pace. He bore up on me when
he fucked out pressing his prostate into my cock and down when he fucked
into Brody getting as much of the cowboy's warm clinging chute around his
cock as he could. He got into a steady rhythm for a few minutes and then
began to tremble. I felt his hole clenching spastically at my rod and knew
he was about to cum.

    "Uh, uh, uh," Dylan grunted as he tried to hold back his orgasm.

    "Here it cums Brody," I announced, "He's going to shoot."

    "Fuck him into me Mike," Brody asked, "Fuck the cum outta him. Make him
jizz my ass."

    "Sounds good to me," I replied and slammed into Dylan's ass pinning him
between us.

    I bent over and grabbed Brody's shoulders for leverage so I could pound
away at Dylan. The redhead fucker tried to buck and keep fucking but I
plunged into him hard and fast so all he could do was take it. He stiffened
and his asshole squeezed at my cock. Then he jerked hard all over and came.

    "UHHH! AHHHHHHHH! UH! UH! UH! UH!" he cried out as he jerked with each
wad of sperm he pumped up Brody's ass.

    Finally he went limp between us and let out a last sigh.

    "Nice!" Brody commented as he wormed his way out from under Dylan,
"That was a mighty fine fuck bucko."

    "Am I still alive?" Dylan asked weakly.

    "You tell me," I said and started a slow leisurely fuck into his orgasm
relaxed hole.

    "Oh fuck that's intense," he gasped out.

    "Too much?" I asked knowing how some guys just couldn't bear to be
fucked right after cumming.

    "Not like you're doing it now," he answered, "I don't think I could
take another slam fuck right now though."

    "Then you'll get a slow one," I told him and gave it to him.

    "Oh shit!" I exclaimed as I felt something wet and cold between my
cheeks.

    I looked over my shoulder to see Brody spooning chocolate mousse into
my crack. He winked at me and I returned to my easy erotic fucking of
Dylan's orgasm exhausted ass. Brody began to finger the smooth dessert into
my hole. I got ready for another one of his rim jobs as he worked the
warming mousse into me adding one finger after another until he was sliding
the slippery stuff into my anal opening with all four. He removed his
fingers and I relaxed ready for his tongue.

    "Hey Mike," Brody said and pressed me down into Dylan with the heel of
his hand between my shoulder blades.

    "What?" I asked having trouble looking back at him because of the way
he pressed me down.

    "Here's that `please' I promised you," he said and drove his ten inch
fuck pole up my dessert lubed ass in one powerful thrust.

    "AHHHHHHHHHHHH!" I cried out in fuck shock pain as my vision dimmed and
my body tautened in response to the impalement.

    `Now you tell me you want it," he whispered in my ear as he leaned over
and kept his giant prick deep in my ass, "Go on ask me to fuck you. You
know you want it. I'll start fuckin' as soon as you ask for it."

    I took deep breaths for a few seconds recovering from the savage
entry. I heard Dylan asking something as he was held down under me with my
partially softened cock firmly entrenched in his chute. I let the fullness
of Brody's giant cock in my ass carry over into raunchy satisfaction and
the pain receded to a dull throbbing in my anal ring. My dick started
hardening back into a full erection and I shifted my butt to accommodate
the cowboy's whopper. I squirmed as I felt the pleasure lump in my ass
lodged against Brody's fuck slab.

    "Fuck me Brody," I asked, "I want it man. Please fuck me. Slide that
huge dick in and out of me. Fuck me hard like I did you. Please man."

    "Fuck that's hot," Dylan said from under me and started humping his ass
on my rigid shaft.

    Once again Brody showed me his mastery of fucking with a big cock. He
hit my anal sex gland with every thrust. He went deep and long giving my
ass the pleasure I craved. He leaned into me making me stay balls deep in
Dylan's ass and put his mouth next to my ear and started talking trash.

    "You're a slut for my big cock ain'tcha Mike? You need it don'tcha?" he
said as he fucked me, "I'm gonna fuck the cum right outa you like you did
Dylan. I'm gonna ram my big dick so far up your guts you're gonna taste the
dessert on it. And then after you jizz his hot little hole, I'm gonna cum
up your chocolate lubed ass. You like that?"

    "Fuck Brody," I answered, "You're making my balls churn man. Fuck me!"

    "I'm fuckin' you alright. I'm fuckin' you good. You should feel how
your asshole is grabbin' my cock." Brody kept whispering to me, "I can feel
you startin' to shake Mike. Whatsa matter stud? Is your hard pretty pecker
about to unload? Are ya gonna sperm your cute fuck boy Dylan? You gonna
flood his ass with your cum?"

    "AHH FUCK! UH! OH FUCK!" I yelled as Brody's raunchy talk along with
his deep dicking caused me to climax.

    I tried to hump Dylan's ass, but Brody did to me what I had just done
to the redhead. He held me down and pumped my ass hard. He kept me from
being able to thrust back and forth like my dick wanted to. Dylan made up
for it though. He felt me cumming and clenched and relaxed his asshole
around my cock and rotated his butt as much as he could while I filled his
fuck chute with my nut juice. I could feel the thick creamy load oozing out
of him into my pubes. I gulped air and my dick pulsed the last weak shots
into the redhead's tight clutching hole.

    "Damn!" Dylan exclaimed under me as my muscles relaxed and I sprawled
on him with Brody still fucking me, "It felt like someone shook up a two
liter bottle of soda and uncapped it in my ass."

    "I hear ya bucko," Brody answered him with a laugh without missing a
thrust, "Mike's a cum machine for sure. My hole was leakin' his load for
hours last night."

    "Are you going to fuck me or brag some more?" I taunted him.

    "I'm not just gonna fuck you Mike, I'm gonna breed your man hole," he
answered my jibe by yanking me to all fours by my hips and fucking me
harder.

    Dylan crawled out from under me leaving a trail of jizz on the carpet
from his cum flooded asshole. He crawled over by Brody and watched the
cowboy stud ravage my ass. The redhead reached under me and milked the last
of my load out of my softening cock and licked it off his hand. He didn't
stop there either. He got a double finger full from his dripping ass and
ate it too. Then he plundered Brody's ass for some of his own semen and
sucked it down.

    "Hows about some of that for a hungry cowboy?" Brody asked him and
backed off his fuck speed.

    "Mine or Mike's?" Dylan asked him.

    "Why don'tcha get on all fours beside Mike and let me get it for
myself? Brody opted with a mischievous sound to his request, "That way you
can let my fuck hole stud here lick those jizz smears offa your lips."

    "You're one fuckin' hot hunk Brody," Dylan said and wiped another gob
of his spew out of the cowboy's soggy humping ass and wiped it on his mouth
and lips before he took his place beside me and asked, "Want some Mike?"

    I didn't hesitate to turn my head to his and start sucking on his
mouth. I could taste the flavor of Brody's clean ass as a background r
flavor to the redhead's cum. Dylan's tongued passed me some more and Brody
set to rabbit fucking me.

    "Here it comes Mike," he said suddenly, "See if you can taste this too!
AAAARRRRRRRRGH! FUCK I'M CUUUUUMMMMMIN'."

    Brody blew his wad deep in my ass and added to the gooey creamy
stickiness already there from the mousse. He plunged his pecker into me
over and over with a battering thrust for every shot he ejaculated. As his
climax ended he jerked his cock out of hole and cleaned it with his right
hand. He reached between me and Dylan and wiped some of the chocolaty cum
concoction on my lower face and mouth and then on Dylan's.

    "You going to join us cowboy?" I asked as I felt his load seeping out
of my fucked open asshole.

    "Not yet stud. I'm not through showin' you two how to say please like I
promised," he responded snatching Dylan by the hips and plunging his
massive fuck pole into the redhead's cum saturated asshole."

    "AAAAAAAHHHH" Dylan wailed out right in my face as his arms collapsed
and he dropped to his chest, "OH GOD IT HURTS! TAKE IT OUT! FUCK! TAKE IT
OUT!"

    "Take a deep breath and relax," I told him looking back to see that
Brody had only driven half his cock into the redhead. He had taken more
from me. It was the abrupt entry of Brody's wider girth that I knew first
hand that had him in fuck shocked pain.

    "OH FUCK! I CAN"T TAKE IT! IT'S TOO BIG!" he cried as tears started
running from his eyes.

    "Listen to me!" I said firmly to get his attention as Brody looked
about to withdraw his cock, "You took more from me and loved it. He's only
got half of it in you. Just relax and you'll be fine. Hell, you'll be
begging for it. Come on Dylan, calm down and take a deep breath. Brody's an
incredible fuck. I'd hate to see you miss out on it."

    "Yeah, that's the way bucko," Brody said soothingly as the young stud
took the breath and relaxed, "I'll just stay right here and let you get
used to it. You can do it. Your pecker's thicker than mine and I took
it. There's more waitin' on ya when you're ready for it. Take your time."

    "Better?" I asked him and ran my tongue over his lips licking up the
chocolate cum on them.

    "Oh fuck yeah. How the fuck can he go like this? He just came big time
fucking you." he said wincing and began tonguing me back.

    "I thought I told you he was a multiple cummer," I answered with a
chuckle and went back to licking at the chocolate cum streaks on his face.

    We tongue bathed each other as he went ahead and slowly circled his ass
on Brody's hard monster meat. He pushed back gradually and ever so
cautiously began to take in more of the cowboy's long meaty slab. Dylan
moaned into my mouth when I locked my lips to his and started exploring his
mouth with my tongue.

    "I think he's likin' it Mike," Brody said still staying motionless on
his knees as Dylan moved his butt around more and more, "Why don't you show
him how limber you are and feed him some more dessert?"

    I got to my knees and helped Dylan back to all fours. He had a
hedonistic look of pleasure on his sticky face that made me smile
empathetically. I tilted my head and saw that he had now worked a good
eight inches of Brody's giant prod into his squirming chute. From the way
he was moaning while he fucked himself on it, I knew he was going to take
the whole ten. I crawled in front of the redhead and got on my back. I bent
my waist and raised my legs past his head spreading them wider as they
went. I ended up with the balls of my feet on the carpet beside my head
with my cum washed, chocolate smeared, seeping asshole aimed at his face. I
back scooted to him until his face was right over the mess Brody had fucked
it into. Dylan dove right in and started chowing down.

    "You got it all stud" Brody announced to Dylan, "There ain't no
more. Feelin' okay now?"

    "Fuck yeaaaaah!" Dylan answered breathily from my wide spread crack, "I
can feel it way up in me. No one's ever fucked me this deep before. It's so
fucking intense."

    "I'm not fuckin' you bucko," Brody replied, "You're fuckin'
yourself. I'm just supplyin' the dick."

    "You can now," Dylan said.

    "Can what?" Brody asked him with a note of teasing sarcasm.

    "Fuck me," Dylan answered and I knew where this was headed.

    "Say please," the cowboy demanded getting his own back.

     "Huh!" the young cock impaled stud muffin snorted a laugh of irony
into my gooey ass.

     "Say it reeeeal nice," Brody kept teasing him and repeated my words,
"And make it loud enough to convince me."

    "PLEASE FUCK ME!" Dylan shouted, "PLEASE DICK MY ASS! OH FUCK PLEASE
POUND MY HOLE! FUCKING PLEASE GIVE IT TO ME! FUCK ME PLEASE! PLEEEASSSSSE!"

    "Hey, he outdid ya there Mike," Brody said with a chuckle, "I'm
thinkin' he really wants it. Is that right bucko? Ya want it hard and fast
or slow and easy?"

    "Please just fuck me!" Dylan begged.

    Brody laughed diabolically as he pulled his huge fuck tool back and
slammed it into the redhead's cum washed ass. Dylan moaned loudly into my
butt crack and arched his back. I lowered my legs, bent my knees and put
them on my shoulders so I could better see his face as he got plowed by
Brody's ass wrecker, still allowing him to partake of the fuck mix on and
in my ass. The cowboy didn't disappoint him. After the single savage thrust
he commenced an all-out assault on Dylan's bubble butt. Brody dicked him
into a constant state of wild grunts and loud moans in a split second. The
redhead didn't go back to licking my hole. I looked down between my thighs
and saw him with his mouth hanging open, eyes rolled back, and head bobbing
up and down in time to the rapacious fuck that Brody was putting to him.

    "You want another load of jizz up your ass bucko?" Brody asked him
starting to breathe faster, "You want me to sperm your ass too?"

    "UH! UH! UH! UH!" was the only reply Dylan could make as the cowboy
drilled him into fuck ecstasy.

    "Sure ya do!" Brody said and screwed him a new asshole, "Fuckin' take
it! AAAAHHH! UHH! FUCK! TAKE MY LOAD!"

    "OH FUCK! OH FUCK! OH FUCK!" Dylan managed to yell out as the cowboy
spermed him deep and hard.

    I started to unbend my knees and put my feet down, but Dylan grabbed
onto my thighs under my knees and used them to brace himself as he shoved
his ass back onto Brody's erupting fuck tool. The two of them bucked and
ground into each other like two freight trains colliding. I was the most
ferocious fuck I'd ever seen, porn included. It didn't end there.

    "FUUUUUUCK! I"M CUUUUMMMING!" Dylan suddenly cried out.

    He lurched forward off of Brody's still ejaculating pole and caught
hold of his fat cock with his right hand just as it belched out a thick wad
of cum. The glob landed right on my gooey asshole. Dylan took one wild eyed
look at it and shoved his thick orgasming dick right at it and skewered my
hole. He plowed into me and bucked his fuck induced load up my sloppy
asshole mixing it with the rest of the fuck gunk already in me. He trembled
all over and collapsed on me before I could even wrap my legs around him.

    "Now that was one for the record book," Brody said panting for air
behind Dylan.

    "Oh fuck, oh fuck, oh fuck," the redhead kept repeating over and over
as he gulped breaths of his own and his deflating cock slipped from my
soggy hole.

    "We sure as hell shot off enough cum between us to paint the town
white," I said sitting up and holding Dylan in my arms, "You two were
amazing!"

    "We couldn't a done it without you Mike," Brody laughingly said and
moved over to join us, giving us both passionate kisses on our necks,
"Thanks fellas."

    "You okay Dylan?" I asked the limp redhead in my arms.

    "Holy fucking shit!" he said as he sat up slowly finally coming back to
life after the body draining sex we had just had, "Nothing is ever going to
top that! Holy fucking shit!"

    "I don't know bucko," Brody replied with a slap on his ass, "We've got
all afternoon, evenin' and tonight and then tomorrow to try. Hows about a
three way shower fellas? Then we can chill with a drink or two, have some
eats, and go for it again."

    "You're going to be the death of me cowboy," I said as I helped Dylan
shakily to his feet.

    "Yeah," the redhead said in agreement, "But like I said.."

    "What a way to go!" we both spoke in unison with all three of us
laughing.

     As I took a step toward Brody's bathroom, I saw the mess we had made
on the carpet. I pointed it out to them and wondered how we'd ever clean it
up. It consisted of chocolate, dick drip, and cum smeared across the few
square feet that we had fucked on.

    "Housekeeping will clean it up," Dylan told us, "It'll be dry by in the
morning and when they see what's on the cart, they'll think you just
spilled your dessert. It happens all the time. I don't think the cum will
show on this cream colored carpet."

    "Yeah, I think you're right," I said and quit worrying about it, "It
would have been a whole lot worse having to look at one of the cleaning
crew if we had made that mess on the sheets. Think of what would they have
thought about that."

    We all laughed and headed for the shower. We showered, ate, fucked
again, napped, woke up and called out for pizza. Then we fucked again,
re-showered, and finally crashed. The next day was even more of the same
except we took Dylan out for dinner at a steak restaurant down by the
river. We spent our last night together seeing how much we could make each
other cum and then it was time for Dylan to go. We traded addresses and
cell numbers. He enthusiastically thanked us for everything at least four
times. He made us both promise to stay in touch and to call him if we were
back in New Orleans in the next six months that he would be here.

   "And if either one of you gets to Baton Rouge..." he said as we kissed
him goodbye at the door.

   "We'll call," I said, "Don't worry Dylan. You're way too good of a thing
to ever pass up if I get the opportunity."

    "Count on it bucko," Brody added, "But with what you're packin' and
your looks, I'm bettin' you won't miss us for long."

    "Don't count on it cowboy," the redhead said as he went out the door,
"See ya, I HOPE!"

    And he was gone. This was my last night in town, so it'd be my last
night with Brody too. We stayed in and swapped fucks with each other for
hours. Neither one of us wanted to cum and have it end. When we finally did
get off, with me fucking Brody and sucking his long hard cock at the same
time, we fell into each other's arms and passed out into an exhausted
sleep.

    We woke up, showered, shaved, and got dressed. Brody insisted on taking
me out to breakfast for chicory coffee and beignets. As we left the
restaurant, he wrapped me in his arms and gave me full passionate kiss
right on the river walk in front of the whole milling crowd. Some people
did stare at us, a few admiringly, most surprised, and some with disgust.

    "I sure didn't expect that," I said and hugged him tightly.

    "I didn't either," he said, "I just had to Mike. There's not a damn
thing wrong with what we've had together the past few days and I just
wanted everyone around to know it. Fuck `em if they don't like it. Bless
`em if they do."

    "I know what you mean man," I said taking his hand in mine and walking
that way back to the hotel, "Thanks Brody."

    He helped my take my things to my car. He gave me another sexy kiss
before I got in and drove away. I saw him waving in my rear view mirror and
raised my hand in a parting goodbye. I thought about turning around and
staying to watch him compete in the rodeo this week but decided against
it. Neither one of us needed a long distance relationship. I would however
keep my memories of our days together and if we ever met up again would
willingly, no more like excitedly, add to them.

     I turned onto Canal Street and headed for the interstate. As I took
the onramp onto I-10 west, I reminisced about my just past encounter with
Brody and Dylan. It was assuredly one vacation I would always remember, and
it wasn't even half over yet!

TO BE CONTINUED

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