Date: Mon, 22 Mar 2004 18:10:28 -0500 From: Mark Subject: Deceptively Fun 18 WARNING: With any sexual encounter, you should always carefully consider your options and make conscious choices, knowing the possible results of your decisions. You should be fully aware of your surroundings and the activities of all participants, especially knowing not everyone is trustworthy, no matter how many muscles he has or how big his cock is. If you choose to use condoms and you are the bottom, consider bringing your own condoms and compatible lube. Remember, the only truly "safe sex" is sex alone or no sex at all. Deceptively Fun 18 By Mark (The 18th in a series.) (Leave the flames at home; I don't want to hear 'em. I do enjoy hearing from people who enjoyed my stories and I like hearing adventures. Bottoms interested in getting fucked or any tops interested in tag-teaming should drop me a line. markblastoff@hotmail.com P.S. This is an older story I started a while back but finally got around to finishing. Thanks to all my online pals who have written to say they miss my stories. More may come, but I'm looking for some fresh "stuff." Too often my fucks seem to repeat what you've already read.) I'm starting to develop a few bottom buddies down this way, getting to know them better, asshole by asshole. Gay men, it seems, wants two things: to get fucked or to get a boyfriend. Either way, it seems someone's getting screwed. Nonetheless, a good fuck-buddy arrangement is harder to find than a fuck or a boyfriend. Still, there are a few sweet asses that come back to me for another good using. I'm happy to supply. One buddy is asking me over to tag team him with another top or two. Of course, you know I enjoy the group action, so I get the details including the online profile of the other top. The guy is hot. But the profile contains those disappointing words, "Safe only." I point this out to my bottom bud. "Yeah, I know," he types. "I'd prefer it if he just shoved it in natural." So that gives me an idea. "Wanna see if we can make it happen?" I respond. "Hell, yea!" he answers. "What do you have in mind?" "Just make sure your ass is VERY receptive," I tell him. I arrive at the destination just after the other top, who's chatting it up with my bottom bud. I introduce myself like I've never fucked my bud, who catches on fast with a wink. We're escorted to the bedroom where the normal pawing and kissing gets started. Now my bottom bud has dark hair, slightly olive toned skin and very smooth, interrupted only by pubes and a few tattoos. He's about 5-foot, 7-inch, so shorter than me with something like a 29-inch waist. Very toned body with a nice layer of baby fat on top. Gotta love your early 20s for achieving that. The other top is fucking hot as his shirt comes off. Nice meaty pecs covered with blond hair. Great arms. At 6-foot even, he's incredibly hot, especially wearing the military haircut. And when the 37-year-old drops trou, I get a good look at a respectable 7-inch thick cut cock. It's not all that long until we're all on the bed, working each other over. So I go for the prize, poking my tongue into that crevice and working plenty of spit into the hole. I can taste a bit of my buddy's own pre-orgy work as my tongue dips a little too far and meets with the distinct flavor of lube. Good man. So, I back off, knowing he was ready. I was, of course, tempted to plunge my own cock into the hole, but if this guy was some sort of safety freak, he'd scream foul and the fun would be over. Out come the poppers. I have some good ones, take a small snort and hand it to the other top. That's when I start working on his cock and get my bottom buddy to help out. We're both slurping on his cock, licking his balls. He's seemingly frozen, popper bottle in one hand, the cap to that bottle in the other. We were both giving him great oral. When he goes for another long snort is when I motion for my buddy to turn around. He's around and there fast. So I start moving between the cock and ass. And they come closer together. The top is pretty absorbed in the sensations. The poppers -- and these were DAMN good -- are working their magic. Pretty soon, the cock is in the crevice. With a decisive hand and mouth, I poise it at the hole, still licking the cock. I reach around and push a little on my bottom bud's hip and he gets the hint. He pushes back with my hand firmly on that thick seven inches. With a small pop, it's inside and to the hilt. Top man cocks his head back and a moan emits from his mouth. "FUCK!" Poppers, a nice tight ass, a little spit and some lube and he's where we want him. He doesn't move. Bottom buddy, who's now groaning, starts working back and forth. It doesn't take long until the top drops his hands to either side of the bottom's hips and starts working it in. Within moments, he's slamming the bottom's ass, raw cock deep inside. I move around front and let the bottom suck on my cock some, getting it nice and juicy for his hole. I bend over to kiss the bottom before seeing if I can squeeze in for a little ass-time. As I break away from the kiss, my bottom bud whispers, "Hey." "Whatcha need?" I reply. "Make sure I get both your loads," he grunts. "Sure thing." My top bud is a fucking champ, but you know a good ass can put you over the edge anytime. And I can tell he's getting toward that place where there will be no chance to muscle in. I find the popper bottle among the sheets and take a deep snort. Then I hand it to him. "Want some?" he asks. "Sure thing." His glistening cock emerges squeaky clean from my bud's raw hole. And my hot bud backs away, getting ready to take a snort off the bottle. I slam inside his hole, skin to skin, and immediately find a gooey warmth inside. My cock is a little thinner, so when I look down, I can see some milky white coating. Now, it could be cum or it could be something else. So I bend over and whisper to my bud, "Looks like he already left you one." My bottom bud grins. After a few thrusts, I feel a hand on my balls. My top bud is back, flying high off the poppers. And since he's not fucking, he's getting vocal. "Damn hot man," he grunts. "Fuck his wet hole." I turn around to see him bent over, one hand reaching up under my balls, the other jacking his thick cock. He looks up at me and smiles, "Fuck yea." I nod. He lets go of my balls and comes up behind me. I can feel his furry chest across my back, feel the warmth of his body and I can just begin to smell his scent. The room's temperature seems to go up a few degrees. We kiss, his rough face grinding into mine. He's really sweating and I can taste it on his lips and tongue. I'm thrusting a little deeper but at a slower pace so I can keep kissing. At first, it's just a brush. Of course, I know it's there. But his cockhead brushes across one of my hairy cheeks. We keep kissing, but he shifts a little. The next time I feel it, his cockhead is at the top of my crack. Then his hunky fist obviously pushed it down and he comes up close behind me. From pecs to pubes, he's pressed to my back. And his cock is fully grinding across my hole. Now, I'm mostly a top -- mostly. I am good at being a top -- much better than being a bottom. But there are moments when the mood is right and it's feeling good. And it was FEELING DAMN GOOD. As I would push into my bud's hole, the top's cock would rub right across my own hole, sending additional electric chills up my balls and through my cock. I stop kissing and he seems to back off, sensing I'm going to stop him from his frontal assault on my rear. But bracing my left hand on the bottom's left hip, I reach behind with my right and pull him closer. "Where ya going?" I ask. He kisses me. "No where, buddy." He pauses a second. "But there's someplace I'd like to go," he almost whispers. "Well, it's a tight fit," I respond. "Nothing that a little spit won't solve," he grins. He kisses me, then with a knowing look, he spits in his thick hand and I see it disappear. "Take it slow," I say. "Just relax." I bend over, my cock buried up inside my bud, and stop thrusting. Top bud's thick cock is at my pucker and he's starting to push. After a moment of resisting, my asshole relents and lets him in. FUCK! It fucking burns like hell and I'm about to squirm to get it out when the bottom bud groans. "DAMN! And I thought you couldn't get any harder!" "What...are...you...talking...about?" I ask, not so happy. "Well your cock just swelled up and felt like it turned even harder," he said. "And you WERE the hardest I'd ever felt, until now." "You're fucking tight, too," the top added. "Well, no body move for a minute," I said. "Except to hand me some fucking poppers." Poppers appear and I snort and even suck some off the top with my mouth, inundating my lungs. Stars appear. And the pain subsides, replaced by pleasure. A few minutes later, I'm pretty much the only one moving. As I pull out to push onto the bottom, I'm impaling myself on the top's thick one. DAMN, if it didn't feel too fucking good! We're not talking any more. We're just grunting, gasping, groaning and barking. We're a three-headed animal just working for a nut. I'm not sure how we achieved the pace that worked for us, but pretty soon, I was getting close to no return. It was in those moments that the top man let loose a torrent of curse words that I couldn't keep up with. "FUCK! DAMN! SHIT! ARRRRRGGGG!" Then I felt it. His cock seemed to double in size, stretching me to a limit. But it felt good. TOO GOOD. Just this jet of warmth inside me. And his cock seemed to shoot it out right onto my prostate because I grunted and pushed my cock deep inside. Then my cock let loose as I moaned through some heavy breathing. And as I pushed in a little more to let loose all my juice into his gut, I felt my bottom buddy's ass twitch and constrict around my cock. Looks like a triple play with no one left out. The mass of sweat, hair and men collapsed on the bed, all of us breathing heavy. My bottom bud was the first one to speak. "You greedy son-of-a-bitch!" He laughed. "I told you I wanted his load." I laughed, as did the top. "You got at least one," he said through a chuckle. "Really?" the bottom bud asked. We were still breathing a little heavy, but the top finally answered. "Do you know how long it's been since I'd fucked an ass without a friggin' rubber? I mean, dude, two seconds after I was buried in you, I shot." We cleaned up some and then got dressed, me clenching my ass for fear of losing a drop. The top and I left, walking out into the cool night air. "So, if you're such a rubber top, why'd you fuck two assholes raw in one night?" I asked after a moment of small talk. "Dude," he smiled, and looked away. "If I could only show you my porno stash. It ain't nothing but bareback stuff. At least, everything that I watch is bareback." I nodded. "I've been wanting to fuck bareback, but it's so taboo, it seems. Most of the guys I meet won't do it until you've been dating for a year and been tested four or five times. I'm neg, but shit, man, I sometimes just want to get a groove on and not worry about the fucking rubber breaking or some shit like that." "I know what you mean, bud," I smile. We chat a little more about how much better it feels and how much hotter the porn is without condoms. He praises my poppers and asks the brand, which I eventually share, but he's still never heard of them. And, during the conversation, he admits to one other thing. "You know, I wouldn't mind getting that cock of yours inside me sometime." I grin, "There's no time like the present." I didn't expect him to fall for it, but he grabs me, kisses me in a warm embrace. "Follow me home," he says, jumping in his truck. Four loads later (two each) and six hours later, I finally head home.