Date: Sat, 28 May 2005 00:40:55 -0700
From: Gay Literature Class <gaylitclass@gmail.com>
Subject: Leaving Seminary - 3rd Installment

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This story is entirely fictional; none of the events ever took place to the
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accidental. The characters in the story are all of consenting age, though
it does portray a young man, his father and cousin exploring their
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LEAVING SEMINARY -- INSTALLMENT THREE

For a moment, I was certain I hadn't heard Anthony properly. What would he
need an extension cord for?

"I'm sorry, did you ask me for an extension cord?" I inquired, as I combed
my damp hair.

"Yeah," Anthony stuck his head back in the bathroom, "Or a power strip if
you have one! That would be better."

I stared at him for a moment, without any response, then managed to utter,
"For...what?" I asked apprehensively.

"You really have to learn to trust me." Anthony winked, and I
melted. Anything he wanted of me, I was prepared to give.

"In the bottom of the closet, there should be one." I followed him to the
bedroom, and helped him find the power strip I kept in the bottom of my
dresser. When I was away at boarding school, I had my computer and stereo
with me, but when I entered seminary, I left everything at home.

"PERFECT!" he exclaimed. His overt excitement at finding the power strip
left me nervous at what he had in mind for, as he put it "the next phase"
of my education. I watched him as he plugged it in, and went for his
backpack.

"No peeking!" he insisted, as he shoved me out of the room, barely giving
me enough time to grab a clean pair of boxers. I wandered back to the
bathroom, still in my naked glory. I slipped on the clean pair of
underwear, and looked at myself in the mirror. My chest was thin, and
flat. Not like the firm pecs that Anthony boasted. His chest and belly
were, as far as I was concerned, perfect. His was a tight, but noticeable
belly -- carved out at the sides, and covered with hair. How I envied his
body hair. I had but a small, line leading from my navel to my groin. I
played with the few hairs there, remembering the gentleness of Anthony's
fingers across it as we played last night.

Again, my contemplative state would be interrupted by the sound of the
front door opening.

"Anyone home?" I heard my father yell from the foyer. Anthony and I called
back in unison, acknowledging him.

I went back to my room, Anthony had hidden whatever his surprise was for
me. As I stood in the doorway, he simply grinned at me, winked, and smacked
me firmly on the ass. Quickly I pulled on a pair of jeans and a t-shirt and
headed downstairs to greet my dad.

"Boys, I'm sorry to do this, but a couple of my colleagues are coming over
for dinner tonight. Completely unexpected, but it should be painless. Will
you be around? If you have better things to do, I'll understand." Dad
looked at us, I suspect waiting for us to make an excuse to get out of
dinner, but Anthony and I simply exchanged glances, and shrugged.

"Sounds good. You need help cooking?" Anthony asked.

My dad seemed shocked. "Yeah, that would be great. Thanks guys for hanging
out. It might be interesting, who knows. I think just a little dinner, and
we might go sit in the hot tub for a while, but you guys don't have to hang
around with the old folks if you don't want to."

"No worries -- I'm sure Mick and I can make ourselves scarce for a while
tonight." Anthony winked at my dad, as though they were keeping a secret
from me. What was I so suspicious of? Why was I assuming that there were
secrets that I wasn't party to? Suddenly, I was struck with the memory of
something that Sister Mary Roberta told me years ago, "A guilty conscience
needs no accuser." I now understand better what she was trying to say. I
thought I'd managed to shake some of the residual guilt, but it wasn't
going away without a fight.


Anthony and I helped dad prepare dinner. A simple roasted chicken, a little
pasta salad, and some grilled vegetables. We sat down to dinner with three
of dad's colleagues, a Dr. Marchel, professor of biology, Dr. Alphonse,
professor of some variety of advanced mathematics, and Dr. Singh, Dean of
the School of Political Sciences. As I sat around the dinner table, and
listened to them speak, I realized again, how much I had to learn. My
father had never sheltered me from anything they were discussing, but I
still felt a little lost among the intellectual powerhouse that encircled
our dining table.

As I was listening to Dr. Singh begin to discuss the World Bank, I felt a
push between my legs. Anthony, sitting directly across from me, had slipped
his foot between my legs and had his toes resting firmly on the bulge that
started to grow in my pants.

Slowly, I moved my chair closer to the table, and moved my knees apart,
granting his foot unhindered access to my genitals. As Dr. Singh continued,
I attempted to maintain my focus on the conversation, maintaining an
interested look. The topic had shifted to the Canadian government leading
the world in...something... Then there was mention of Rwanda... eventually
the din of conversation faded into indecipherable background noise,
punctuated with the occasional "blah blah blah...UN Security
council... Geneva Convention...blah blah blah."

Anthony continued to make small circles with his toes on my crotch. Then I
heard "...blah blah blah... Nicene creed..." and my ears perked up, but
somehow the conversation quickly went to "Treaty of Ghent" and my focus was
gone. All my energy focused on not letting on that Anthony was giving me a
little under-table treat.

"Shall we retire to the hot-tub for brandy?" I heard my dad ask of the
table.  Swiftly, I was snapped back to reality. The academics all got up
from the table, and Anthony promptly withdrew his foot, and stood up as
well.

"I think I Mick and I are going out for the evening if that's okay."
Anthony told my dad.

"Sounds good, thanks again for staying for dinner."

As Anthony and I cleared the table and loaded the dishwasher, he kept
nudging me, and pushing into me. Any opportunity to rub against me, he
took. The contact kept me on the threshold of horny.

As we finished cleaning up, I waved to my dad and his colleagues as they
sat in the hot tub and bid them a good evening. I ran back upstairs to see
where Anthony had gone.

"We're going to a bar." Anthony announced, as he threw me a t-shirt that
was clearly too small, "Put this on."

"Am I wearing this?" I asked, already knowing the answer.

"Yeah, you gotta show off that hot body of yours." Anthony moved toward me,
and lifted my t-shirt, running the palms of his hands over my
chest. Goosebumps rose all over my body, and he gently pinched my now erect
nipples.

"You really are delicious." Anthony whispered to me. With that he leaned
down, and kissed my nipples. I let out an audible moan, as his lips grasped
onto my nipples.  He helped me into the too tight shirt and smoothed it out
across my body.

I looked in the mirror, and was actually pleased with what I saw. The shirt
stretched tight across my torso, and ended an inch above my waist, leaving
the trail of hair below my navel clearly visible.

"Hmm... one last change." Anthony said, as he grasped my waist. He
unbuckled my belt, and lowered my pants another couple inches. Before
re-buckling my belt, he slipped a finger into my boxers, and brushed up my
pubic hair, making it curl over the waistband of my boxers.

"So, is this part of my `education'," I asked, smiling.

"Sure...that or an excuse for me to play with your pubes." He leaned in a
kissed me deep, savoring my lips as an after dinner treat.

After he gelled my hair, and put a stainless steel chain around my neck, he
declared me "Ready."

"I look ridiculous." I protested. "No, you look fuckable." He corrected.


Anthony drove us down streets I didn't know, into neighborhoods I'd never
visited. Rainbow colored flags and pink triangles seemed to decorate every
storefront. Leather and denim clad man-hulks stood in clusters outside of
bars and restaurants. Every time we came to a stoplight, heads would crane
over to the passenger window where I peered out.

Anthony parallel parked in front of a convenience store, and we began to
walk down the sidewalk.

"Where are we going?" I asked.

"It's up here, about 4 blocks." He responded.

"Why didn't we park closer?" I continued.

"Seriously, Mick, you have to trust me. You need to be seen. You are fresh
meat in this town, and we need to make sure you turn a lot of heads."
Anthony was matter-of-fact in his words, and again, all I needed was a wink
from him, to turn to jelly. Whatever Anthony wanted, I would give him. I
have to admit, having him treat me like a show pony was a bit of a
turn-on. The idea of being ogled, having my body over-accentuated by my
clothes started to make me hot.

"Here's the place." Anthony indicated a plain, black building with a purple
neon light spelling out the name of the bar, "The Coop."

"Ah, a chicken joke." I laughed. I'd heard of the moniker before, but
hadn't considered myself as part of the group.

We walked up the ramp toward the door, and I was apprehensive when I saw a
security guard waiting -- after all, I was only 19. Anthony grabbed my
hand, and assured me without speaking a word.

"Tony!" the guard called out.

"Marco, you sexy fuck. This is Mick, remember, that I told you about."
Anthony introduced me to the guard.

Marco was staggeringly, unbelievably hot. He's the kind of guy you see in
magazine ads for cologne. He was Italian, or Latin of some variety. Olive
skinned, black hair... he reminded me of David, but with a distinct
Brooklyn accent that made my heart race.

"Do you only know insanely hot men?" I asked Anthony. Marco laughed hearing
this and slipped a hand behind me and gently squeezed my ass.

My first attempt at flirting was a success, and Anthony seemed to get
turned on watching me get groped by his friend.

"Maybe I'll see you later?" I asked Marco, as Anthony swept me into the
bar. Marco winked, and licked his lips. I nearly came right then and there.

Anthony walked me up to a table at the bar, and we sat down.  I scanned the
room, making note of the men in skimpy attire, groping each other. It was
like a live-action porn movie, without the explicit sex. The bar wasn't
terribly crowded, but it was only 9 o'clock. "In about an hour, this place
will be packed." Anthony yelled to me, over the music.

A cocktail waiter came over and offered a milky white beverage, "Cumshots?"

Anthony and I exchanged looks, and Anthony handed the waiter a five dollar
bill.

The waiter put two shots on the table and kissed me on the cheek.

"Bottoms up!" Anthony declared, as we toasted.

The cocktail was sweet, and pungent, with a strange creamy
aftertaste. "What is this?" I asked.

"Irish cream, vodka, and white chocolate liqueur. Tasty, huh?"

I licked my lips and savored the taste on my lips. It was like candy, but
with a delicious warm feeling that seemed to linger on my body. As the
waiter passed our table again, Anthony called him back and asked for two
"Vodka Sevens".

"It doesn't even taste like alcohol. You'll love it."  He assured me.

He was right. It tasted only like soda, but the warm feeling in my arms and
legs began to spread. Everything in the room seemed to be magnified -- the
spinning lights, the sweaty men that began to gather on the dance floor,
and the booming music... Anthony jumped off the barstool and grabbed my
hand, "Let's dance."

Without hesitating, I quickly sucked down the rest of my cocktail, and
followed him out to the dance floor. I'd never really danced before, but I
followed Anthony's moves without any trouble. He held me close, as we
swayed and crunched our bodies together. In the swirling of beautiful,
sweaty men, loud, thumping music, I felt safer, and more right than I'd
ever felt before. Anthony turned me around, and held my ass against his
crotch. I reached around and grabbed his hips, forcing him against me.

I looked up, and saw a sweet blonde boy standing in front of me, wearing
skin tight denim shorts and a sleeveless white t-shirt, clearly attempting
to capture my attention. Enjoying his stares, I raised my arms up over my
head, and reached back to grasp the top of Anthony's head. Anthony looked
over my shoulder, where he had buried his face and saw the blonde boy. He
gestured for the boy to come closer, and without a moment to think, I was
firmly sandwiched between Anthony's firm flesh, and this glowing blonde
boy, with the bluest eyes I'd ever seen.

Our three bodies swayed in unison -- as if part of a machine that had
worked together forever. Hands were everywhere; I had a grip on Anthony's
tight ass, and on the boy's neck, as I brought him closer to suck on his
tongue. Someone's hand had made its way into my boxers, gently fondling my
sweaty balls, and fingering the head of my growing cock.

We danced and groped for what seemed like only a few minutes, when the
beautiful blonde boy was drawn away into the crowd, and Anthony moved me
off the dance floor.

"Where are we going?" I asked Anthony, missing the intoxicating sway of the
booming bass.

"Taking a break. We've been going for an hour." Anthony panted.  At some
point, he had taken off his shirt, and his chest was shining with sweat.

I slipped my shirt off, and tucked in into my belt. The slight, cool breeze
swept across my damp skin, making my nipples perk back up. Anthony and I
worked our way to the bar -- our table was long gone, as hundreds of men
gathered throughout the club. It was nothing but a sea of skin -- tan, hot
bodies, moving and gliding together under the throb of the music. The room
was pure, raw animal sex, and I knew I was going to enjoy whatever Anthony
had in store.

We ended up in a crowd of about six other guys talking and laughing. The
men all touched each other affectionately, and played with each other's
chests and asses. The cocktail waiter came by with a tray full of shots and
handed them out to each of us, "From the owner of the club!"  Another
sweet, candy flavored shot that seemed to refresh and warm me at the same
time.

As the chatting and laughing continued, one of the men reached over and
opened the fly of another. Apparently, this gesture was in keeping with the
conversation, because no one seemed particularly surprised. The man whose
fly was opened was a petite, overly tanned, and VERY muscular man in his
forties. His friend reached in and heaved out a cut cock that was at least
9 inches long. He let it swing out of his pants, and heaved his hips, to
help it sway as it began to grow. There were noticeable gasps of
appreciation and approval from the circle of men, that began to grow. Other
members of our little circle also began to open their pants and heave out
their own cocks, each different, but beautiful in their own way.

The intoxicating smell of manhood began to grow, and I began to get turned
on seeing the beautiful display before me. Anthony unzipped his own pants,
and heaved out his uncut cock to an appreciative reception, and all eyes
were on me.

"You've gotta see his, it's spectacular." Anthony told the group, as he
reached over and opened my fly. I put my arm around Anthony and kissed him
on the neck, as he freed my semi-hard dick from my pants. He pulled it out,
and slid my foreskin back.

The tall, lanky brunette next to me leaned in and picked up my cock and
examined it appreciatively. "Is there anything better than a young cock?"
he asked the crowd. Anthony held me tight, and smiled at me.

"Back in your pants boys, it's not that kind of party." The waiter laughed,
as he gave us the gentle warning.  We put our cocks back in our pants and
laughed at our own silliness.

As I talked to an older man, who clearly appreciated my chest, I saw
Anthony chatting with another man, although his hand never left my back
pocket. All at once, I realized how exhausted and tipsy I really was. I
slipped from the crowd, and found my way to the back patio for fresh
air. Only a couple men sat outside, smoking, enjoying the cool night air.

I picked up a cup of water from the cooler by the back door, and stood near
the railing facing the alley. As I attempted to rehydrate, and breathe in
some fresh night air, I saw Marco, the amazingly beautiful security guard
standing in the alley smoking a cigarette. I stared at him, and silently
begged him to look my way. As if hearing my thoughts, he turned around, and
saw me standing against the rail.

He smiled and approached me. "So Mick... how long have you known Tony?" he
asked me.

"Tony?...oh Anthony. Well, since I was about 10, I guess." I replied, taken
in by his shining golden brown eyes.

"Wow, you grew up together, then!" he continued.

"Yep. He's sort of my cousin... long, dull story." I smiled, encouraging
more conversation.

"He's a hot little number, that Tony. You two fuck around?" His directness
took me by surprise, but the heat of the bar, the testosterone rich air and
alcohol fueled my candor.

"A little. But I'm looking forward to more. I'm a little new to it all." I
enjoyed using my inexperience as a means to flirt, and it seemed to get
Marco going.

"Really." Intrigued, he raised his chin a little, and gave me a sly
nod. "So, how new?" he asked, eagerly waiting for my answer.

"Completely. A little masturbating...that's about it." I responded.

Just then, Anthony appeared in the alley on Marco's side of the rail.

"You about ready to head home?" he asked me. I flinched at the idea of
leaving so soon, but then Anthony looked at Marco, "You coming with us?"

I perked up, looking hopefully at Marco. "Yeah, I'm off work. I'd love to
hang out with you boys." He winked at me. My cock gave a little twitch, and
I jumped over the railing.

"Let's go." I exclaimed, surprising myself with my own burst of energy.

We walked up to the car, and Anthony unlocked the doors. I crawled into the
backseat, and Marco joined me. "You can have the front seat, if you want."
I smiled at him.

Marco grabbed me roughly, and kissed me deep. The stubble on his chin
rubbed against my face, turning me on more than I can describe. "I like the
view back here." He told me in a low, breathy voice.

"You two can get better acquainted on the way home." Anthony called from
the driver's seat.

Without any protest from me, Marco gave me a devilish grin, and grabbed me
close, shoving his hot tongue into my mouth. I straddled his lap, leaning
my head down, against the roof of the car. He pulled away from my mouth,
leaving me panting, wanting more. I untucked his black t-shirt to reveal
his extraordinary chest. He had the body of a god, or at very least, an
underwear model. Rock hard abs, so defined that my hands couldn't help but
explore the smooth, sweaty grooves between each abdominal muscle. His
naturally smooth, sumptuous skin emanated deep, body heat and lust. I knew
he wanted me, and I was fully ready to give him anything he wanted. Perhaps
it was the alcohol that made me artificially confident, but I didn't
care. I wanted him to make me feel good, and I knew that he had the skills.

As we pulled into the driveway, I slid off of his lap. My cock was leaking
copious amounts of precum, making a noticeable stain in the front of my
pants. I adjusted myself as we got out of the car, and walked toward the
darkened house. Anthony unlocked the door and led us upstairs to the
bedroom.

The door of the room closed, and our clothing seemed to fly off of our
bodies. I stared at Marco as he slipped off his black jeans. I gasped at
the throbbing, damp bulge in his white briefs. Anthony leaned into my ear
and whispered, "Wait until you see it."

With that, Marco gave me that devilish grin again and slowly slipped off
his briefs.

"Oh my god." I growled. "I want to suck that."

Anthony was surprised at my language, and so was I, for that matter. Marco
looked at us both and said, "I'm all yours boys," as he climbed on top of
me on the bed. As he moved across me, he pushed his steaming hot cock
against my belly. The circumcised cock head throbbed a deep cherry red, and
glistened with precum.

Marco rolled onto his back, and reached around and grabbed Anthony
close. Anthony kissed Marco deeply, as I watched with anxious excitement.

"Watch me for a moment, and then you can give it a shot." Anthony directed
me.

I nodded in anticipation, and watched Anthony grasp Marco's throbbing
cock. Marco's body seized as his cock disappeared into Anthony's drooling
mouth.  I watched Anthony skillfully manipulate Marco's cock, making his
hips slowly grind against the mattress.

Marco slipped his big hand between my legs and grasp my dangling ballsac. I
got up onto my knees and lowered onto his hand, allowing him to play with
anything he wanted. As Anthony sucked and slurped his enormous cock, I
noticed that it had grown to nearly ten inches. I eagerly anticipated my
turn tasting his big meat, but was enjoying Marco's playing with my balls.

Marco slipped to the end of my cock and gently slid my foreskin back and
forth. He took his finger, and picked up a few drops of the dripping, clear
fluid that fell from my dick. He brought his pre-cum coated finger to my
lips, and I obligingly sucked his fingertips. My salty pre-cum was what I
imagined that sex tasted like -- it tasted like the salty kisses in the
bar, and I was ready to move to the next level.

I admired Marco's smooth body. Muscular and hairless, only a patch of black
hair over his admirable crotch adorned his perfect body. I reached down and
felt his silky smooth belly, and slid my hand down to the black bush
below. Anthony gestured me down onto Marco's wet, throbbing cock. I opened
my mouth, and looked into Anthony's eyes -- they shone a fiery black, and
he whispered, pleadingly to me "Suck it. Suck my cock."

His throaty request was all the encouragement I needed. I began to suck on
the plum sized head, and lick the small space under the head. Marco's moans
of approval urged me on. Slowly, deliberately, I eased my mouth farther and
farther down his shaft -- each additional half inch I would achieve would
be met with an approving moan from deep within Marco's body.

While I feverishly worked on his enormous cock, Anthony rubbed and pinched
Marco's nipples, while they kissed deeply. I slowly slid his cock out of my
mouth, keeping firm suction. As it cleared my lips, a loud sucking sound
echoed through the room, the feeling clearly driving Marco wild.  While
Anthony lay beside Marco, kissing his neck and ears, I pumped Marco's
glistening wet cock, giving my mouth a break, while not allowing one for
Marco.

I reached over for Anthony's cock, and pulled his foreskin back
firmly. Anthony and I locked eyes, and he smiled. "Anything you want Mick."
As I continued to jack Marco's rock hard cock, I lowered my head into
Anthony's dark, hairy crotch. Repeating the moves from Marco's blowjob, I
sucked Anthony's dick.

Anthony shifted the three of us into a triangular shape on the bed. As I
sucked Anthony's uncut piece of meat, he lowered his mouth onto Marco's
enormous Italian meat. I rose up from Anthony's salty, hot cock to take a
breath and Marco looked at me, licked his lips, and pulled my hips toward
him.

He leaned over, grabbed hold of my cock and opened his mouth. His hot
breath on my cock nearly sent me into orbit. I continued to leak precum
like a faucet, as he teased my dick with his dancing tongue. He slipped his
tongue under my foreskin, tormenting the delicate frenulum with gentle,
hot, wet licks. Without warning, he swallowed all 8 inches of my cock in
one swift movement.

I called out loudly, partly from surprise, and partly because I'd reached a
new level of pleasure so quickly, I nearly blew my load right
there. Anthony raised up off of Marco's cock, and said, "Careful there
Marco, it's his first blowjob."

He took my cock from his mouth. "Really?" Marco replied. Undeterred, he
went back to work on my cock. He licked my cock like a popsicle, in and out
firmly, then licking under and sides. I lost my focus on Anthony's cock. I
wanted to keep sucking his beautiful dick, but I was completely taken with
the pleasure that Marco was providing. Marco began to pull at my asscheeks,
and push his finger at my hole.

I moaned loudly, and Anthony kissed me deeply. Perhaps to keep me quiet,
but the excitement were more than I could bear. "I'm gonna come." I moaned,
and Marco stopped.

I lay motionless for a moment, waiting for the wave to subside. I didn't
want it to end yet. I'd dodged the bullet, and Marco looked up at me. "Are
you okay?" he asked.

I looked down at Marco and nodded, panting, grabbed him by the neck and
kissed him deeply. Anthony laughed, "He's fine. You're just too hot."
Anthony leaned in and kissed Marco, then kissed me as we lay there for a
moment.

Anthony laid me on my back, and pulled my legs up, exposing my ass to the
sky. He dove between my asscheeks, and began to lap at my hot hole. Before
I could make a sound, Marco was sitting on my chest, filling my mouth with
his hot cock. I could taste the precum dripping from his throbbing
head. With my mouth full of Marco's meat, I moaned from Anthony's tongue,
drilling into my ass.

I could hear Anthony open a bottle of lube, and felt the cool gel being
pushed into my eager hole. As I sucked hungrily on Marco's dick, Anthony
pushed one, then two thick fingers into my ass. He began to finger fuck me,
slowly at first, then progressively faster. Anthony slowed down, and slid
out of my ass. I wanted more.

Anthony opened a condom, and Marco raised up off my chest. "You wanna be
fucked?" Anthony asked me. "Yes, now." I replied hungrily.

Marco gestured to Anthony, "You should go first. You can get him warmed up
for me." He winked at Anthony, who began to put on a condom.

Marco held back my legs, and rubbed my thighs. He reached down and guided
Anthony's cock against my hole. "Push against my cock, like you're trying
to keep it out." He instructed. I nodded, waiting for the next direction.

Anthony's cock felt like it was three feet wide, as I clenched my anus
against its force. When I could no longer keep the muscles flexed, I
relaxed, and his cock slipped almost halfway in. I gasped with a
combination of excruciating pleasure and low, roaring pain. As Anthony slid
slowly in and out, the pain subsided. He increased his pumping speed, and
Marco straddled my chest again. This time, his ass to my face. He dragged
his ass closer to my face, dropping his balls into my mouth. I sucked
eagerly on the enormous, hairless sac, while Anthony fucked me eagerly.

Marco leaned down and took my cock in my mouth. I wrapped my arms around
Marco's narrow waist, and pulled his cock deep into my mouth. As my head
was trapped between his hard, muscular thighs, he gripped hard onto my
thighs, shoving his head onto my cock as Anthony picked up the pace on
fucking my ass.

Anthony pulled out of my ass, and pulled off the condom. "I'm not ready to
come yet." He declared. Marco climbed off of me, and positioned himself
between my legs, his enormous, throbbing wet cock pointed straight at my
hole. Anthony opened another condom. He put the condom in his mouth, and
leaned down onto Marco's enormous cock, skillfully wrapping his dick, in
one swift movement.

"You'll have to teach me THAT trick!"  I told Anthony.

Marco picked me up by the hips, and slid his thighs under my ass. He picked
me up, and sat me directly onto his cock. Being impaled was more pleasure
than I could bear. Marco rocked his hips and fucked me deeply with every
stroke. As Marco skillfully plowed my eager ass, Anthony leaned in and took
my cock in his mouth.

I let out a loud moan, and began to breathe harder than ever before. I was
close. Too close to stop. Anthony raised off my dick, and began to work on
his own dripping cock. If I could keep this feeling, the way I do in this
exact moment for the rest of my life, it would be absolute
perfection. Right on the precipice of earth shattering orgasm, but having
that release left firmly in the control of Marco and Anthony.

"Don't stop. Don't stop." I pleaded. My pleas egged Marco on. He grasped
onto Anthony and shoved his tongue into his mouth, as he continued to slam
his thick meat into my ass.

Anthony jerked his cock over me. I could feel dewdrops falling from his
cockhead, the shining threads of liquid glistening. I wanted to reach for
it -- to coax along his orgasm, but I couldn't do anything but focus on
Marco's rhythmic moans and thrusts. I could feel his cock heaving deep in
my ass. He was near coming as well. We were on the same wavelength. Marco
picked up the pace, and it was over for me.

Marco's enormous cock plowing against my prostate triggered an orgasmic
wave from deep in my pelvis. Three, deep-seated waves of orgasm came across
my body before the first spurt of ejaculate leapt from the head of my
cock. Marco pulled his dick out, ripped off the condom, let forth a deep
primal moan and shot fiery hot torrent after torrent of hot cum across my
chest.

Anthony, too, had more stimulation than he could stand. I grabbed onto his
tight hairy ballsac and he joined the orgasmic flow of the room, unloading
across my belly. We collapsed onto the bed, with me in the middle, covered
with sticky sweet cum from all three of us.

As we lay there, I played with Marco's circumcised cock. I'd never had the
chance to explore a cut cock before, so his dick was quite a curiosity to
me. My squeezes and touches made him twitch and jerk.

"Marco was my first man, too." Anthony told me. Marco nodded, and leaned
across me to kiss Anthony.  "Yeah, I was flattered when Tony here asked me
to help take your cherry." Marco looked at me.

We lay there for another hour or so enjoying the heat and sticky wetness,
and drifted off to a deep, well deserved sleep.


I woke up to the sound of the ringing phone. But being nestled in Anthony
and Marco's strong arms, I didn't want to leave. I slipped my hand down in
front of me, and felt Marco's thick dangling cock. It seemed to always been
semi-hard. I played gently with it, and his enormous, drooping ballsac. It
felt like two eggs in a smooth, silk bag. Marco opened his eyes and smiled
at me. "You just can't get enough of this cock can you?" he smiled at me.

"No, I want more." I replied.

I slid under the covers and started to suck on Marco's cock when there came
a knock on the bedroom door. I quickly resurfaced in time to see my dad
open the door. His face registered surprise and a smile as he caught site
of the three of us under a single sheet. He held the cordless phone in his
outstretched hand.

"Morning Mick! Phone for you." He said to me. Grasping the blankets close
to me, I reached for the phone. "Who is it?" I whispered to dad, covering
the mouthpiece.

With some concern in his voice, he whispered back, "It's Father Carlos."


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