Date: Wed, 10 May 2017 00:21:18 +0000 (UTC)
From: a4f101 <a4f101@yahoo.com>
Subject: The Proposition, Part Two: Return Engagement

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*****

"Well, I was thinking about heading down to the beach, now the damn sun's
finally out," Greg said, fixing us all a drink at the little bar in his
room. "But I've got all week to do that, if I want to. Cheers."

We clinked our glasses with his and took a slow sip - another nice, stiff
gin and tonic. I could get used to drinking these. Meantime, Ty and I stood
there and let Greg's eyes rove over our bare chests. He was wearing a
short-sleeved button-down himself, unbuttoned, showing off the toned,
gym-built torso that I'd suspected he had under the polo shirt he'd worn
yesterday. The polo shirt he'd pasted with a thick load of his own cum,
watching me and my bro make out and jack each other off for his amusement.

Thinking about all that all of a sudden got me blushing a little, wondering
if maybe this was such a hot idea after all. Maybe we should've let
yesterday be yesterday. Maybe when we got back to Denver, we could forget
it had all happened, like a good, weird, sexy dream.

"Wasn't sure you guys would be back," he said after a minute of us all
quietly sipping. "Yesterday was pretty... intense. I'd have understood if
it was maybe too intense..."

"Didn't want you thinking we were just sniffing around for cash, bud," Ty
said, slinging his thick-muscled forearm around my neck easily. "We just
had a good time with ya yesterday, and our buds are gone all day fishing,
so..."

Greg chuckled, angled his head at the bar, where an envelope sat.

"Fellas, I had a great time yesterday too," he said. "As for cash, fuck it
- it's money I would've spent on my douchebag ex-boyfriend anyway. But that
asshole cheated on me, so I cashed in his plane ticket, and now I get to
help out a couple of enterprising young men striving to get ahead in life
instead, and we all get to have a little fun into the bargain. A much
better use of the money, don't you think?"

"Seems like me and Sammy were the ones who got to have most of the fun,
bud," Ty said. "And all you got to do was watch."

"Hell, that's plenty of fun for me, believe me, guys," Greg said. "Shit,
are you kidding me? Two big hot college-boy brothers like you guys,
together? Nobody would believe me..."

Ty just grinned at him, then at me, before setting his drink down, reaching
over and hooking his thick fingers into the front of Greg's shorts. Greg
opened his mouth to say something, but Ty just tugged him closer, leaned
in, and laid a kiss on his surprised lips. I immediately felt my cock throb
into hardness watching my stud of a brother expertly kiss the good-looking
dude, seeing his big, moist tongue slide inside Greg's mouth, seeing Greg's
surprised stiffness melt as he began to kiss my bro back.

I watched them for a minute, Ty's forearm still around my neck, and when
they finally separated, Ty grinned at me, leaned over, and it was my turn
to experience the awesome sensation of his fat tongue sliding over my
teeth, opening my mouth up and drawing me into a deep, smacking kiss. Greg
had that hungry, amazed look on his face again as he stared at us. Ty's
tongue did its expert work on me, loosening me up, making my last-minute
reservations melt away all over again, making my cock throb doubletime
inside my board shorts, and when I felt the touch of Greg's hand all
tentative on my abs, I reached down to cover it with my own and squeezed
encouragingly.

Once Ty pulled back from me, I kept rolling with it, turning to Greg to
feed him my tongue. This time, he was ready, mouth opening wider, tongue
slipping out to meet mine and dance with it. Hell, I thought Ty was a great
kisser, but Greg had skills, cupping the back of my head in one hand and
feeling my brother up with the other as he took over the kiss with a hungry
growl.

"Fuck yeah, dudes, go deep," Ty said, leaning in to kiss my neck, making me
shiver a little. Then he pushed his face up to ours and joined the kiss,
making Greg growl deeper as the three of us figured out the dynamics of
three-way kissing. I had my arms around their shoulders, their forearms
around my waist, as we grunted and moaned and our lips and tongues smacked
noisily for several minutes.

"Fuck," Greg grunted when we finally wound our way out of it, slowly wiping
his full lips with the back of his hand. "You boys..."

We stood there, grinning, flexing up a bit as we let him run his hands over
our sun-warmed muscles. Ty and me kissed some more while he did, and we
moaned into each other when Greg's busy hands found their way up to our
nips and tweaked them.

"Alright, you tell me what's off the menu," Greg said when we pulled apart
again, all taking sips on our drinks to cool down a little. He stepped over
to the bar, rummaged in a drawer, and came back with a fat blunt and the
hotel envelope. It was a thick envelope, weighty with bank notes.

"Tell me where you're not willing to go, guys, and we'll work it out from
there. No pressure, no expectations. Hell, you've already exceeded every
expectation I could've had, and then some."

Ty looked at me, and I looked back at him. Trying to see who'd dare to go
first. Who'd set the limits, say where they weren't willing to go. Who'd
dare to say what they would do.

"I'm game for pretty much anything, little bro," Ty finally said. "You?"

There it was, that friendly challenge in his eyes. The willingness to push
my limits a little. Seeing if I was brave enough to follow in his
footsteps, or maybe even take the lead and take the plunge.

"I say, let's just go with it, bro," I said. "See where it takes us. Until
one or the other of us says stop."

"Fuck yeah, bro... fuck yeah," he grinned, and pulled me back into another
tongue-plunging kiss.

We were kissing even more, underneath the sun on the private patio behind
Greg's room. I didn't even know they had these, and I guess if we'd sprung
for one of the more deluxe rooms, maybe we'd have one too. It was a little
walled area, open to the sun and the sea air above, and it even had an
outdoor shower setup, which I'd never experienced before. My brother and I
got lost in each other's mouths again, as Greg kicked back in a plastic
chair, joint in one hand, gin in the other, and watched us go deep. Our
hands stroked over each other's sweat-damp muscles, as Ty reached between
us to grope the big tent of my cock in my shorts, making me moan, and I
returned the favor. It was fucking awesome, feeling the hard throb of his
big linebacker's cock, and it was like I was getting off on this on two
different tracks - on the sheer muscular jock-stud hotness of Ty, and the
fact that me and my own big brother were messing around again. Greg had a
ringside seat for it, watching quietly, and hell, that was a third layer of
hotness - doing this in front of a private audience. I'd never thought
about that before, about doing something like this in front of somebody,
but it was giving everything an extra charge, and I could tell Ty was
getting off on that too.

The velcro of his board shorts fly separating rang out loud and clear, and
when I reached into the humid heat of his shorts to take hold of his big
thick dick, we both moaned.

"Fuck yeah, touch my cock, baby bro," he muttered, and maybe it was mostly
for Greg's benefit, but I felt a shiver go up my spine. I kissed him deep
as I slow-jacked his fat brother dick, and then I pushed him back a little,
dropped to my knees, and looked up the muscular length of him. All of a
sudden I was nervous about all this, and Ty's handsome face was showing a
little of that too - but more than that, he was curious, and excited, and
expectant too. Curious to see if I'd really do this. So I took a firmer
hold of him in my hand, opened my mouth wide, and I went ahead and did it.

"Oh shit, dude," my bro moaned, as I wrapped my lips around his shaft and
my tongue around the underside of his cockhead, and set to work. He was
salty, musky, clean but natural-tasting too - the taste of a big, healthy
young dude who's been out in the sun in just nylon shorts, a heady, manly
musk that was rich on my tongue and filled my mouth. I growled in genuine
pleasure as I squeezed his muscular thigh with one hand and shuffled my
other further down the length of him, making way for my mouth to take
him. I nearly got all the way, nearly got my nose into the musky, sweaty
tangle of his thick, dark bush, before I had to back off a little so I
could breathe.

"Jesus christ," Greg muttered as he watched me go to work, adjusting to my
brother's size, the unique taste and scent and feel of him in my mouth. I'd
first sucked cock at 15, me and my buddy Mikey McGee goofing around in the
tent we'd pitched in his backyard one summer night, and I'd been practicing
ever since. If Mikey hadn't moved to South Carolina for college, him and me
might still be doing it now. I silently thanked him for being such a fun,
willing, up-for-it learning partner on this, as I gave my own brother the
benefit of my decent level of experience blowing another dude. From the way
he sank his fingers into my hair and moaned, urging me on, I could tell it
was all working out OK for him. I felt proud, and that made me want to work
even harder, and that in turn made me even hotter for this, for him, for
every single fucking aspect of what we were doing together.

"You believe this shit, Greg, buddy?" I heard him say. "That's my little
brother, sucking my fuckin' cock, man. My own bro, chowing down on
me. Fuckin' incredible."

"I can see that," Greg said. "He doin' a good job on that big college-boy
cock of yours, bud?"

"Oh dude," Ty chuckle-moaned, and fuck, it was so hot hearing them talk
about me and what I was doing, while I was doing it, running commentary on
my skills sucking cock. "He's fucking amazing."

I grunted with pleasure at the compliment, reached up to cup Ty's big
balls, and sucked harder on him, sliding my straining, spit-dripping lips
up and down the tasty length of him, relishing the throb of him on my
tongue and lips, the flavor of his cockhead, the scent of his healthy young
man's sweat and musk.

"Fuck, little buddy," he moaned after several minutes. "You gotta stop, or
you're gonna make me cum. Here..."

I felt his big hands tuck into my armpits and pull me up, my mouth hanging
open, full of spit and then his tongue, hungrily reaming my mouth out,
exploring the taste of his own big young dick on my tongue and in my spit
as I kissed him back hungrily.

"I'm a little rusty on this, bro, but fuck it - here goes nothin'," he
grunted when we separated, and before I could fully register what was going
on - and what the fuck did he mean by "a little rusty on this"? - he was
going down on one knee in front of me. He took my cock in one big hand,
stroked it up and down a few times, milking out more of the precum I'd been
leaking ever since he slid his eager tongue into my mouth. And then my big,
pussy-chasing jock brother opened wide, took my cock in his mouth, and
slowly worked his way down the length of it.

"Jesusfuck," I hissed, because never in my wildest dreams would I have
imagined this happening. Well, that's not true, I'd had plenty of wild
dreams about fucking around with the big lug, but the
reality... fuck. Sure, he wasn't super-experienced, but he made up for his
lack of skills with a lot of can-do enthusiasm, and he had a kind of
natural talent at it. He looked up at me, his big blue eyes locking on
mine, and it was like the rest of the world fell away, reduced to a
pulsating, swirling tunnel around us as Ty grunted and licked and sucked
and bobbed his head, getting a little more of me down each time.

"Goddamn, bro," I moaned, remembering our audience, how hot he found all
this. About one-tenth as hot as I found it, but then, if it wasn't for him,
we wouldn't even be here. Wouldn't even be doing this. "Can't believe
it... my stud big bro sucking my fuckin' cock, man..."

Ty murmured around the girth of my cock, the deep bass of it rumbling down
the length of me, making me shiver again as my balls buzzed. I held his
handsome head in both hands and worked with him, feeding him more cock once
I knew he could take it, trying not to get overenthusiastic and choke him
on it. He was a straight dude, after all. Well, just how straight he was
was a pretty fuckin' good question right about now, but there'd be time for
questions later. For now, he was sucking my cock, his own little brother's
cock, and doing pretty damn good at it.

My bro kept one fist around the base of my dick, the other hand stroking
and squeezing the strong muscle of my thigh, up over my abs, exploring the
muscles I worked hard in the gym on campus six days a week, building on the
strength I'd gained playing baseball all the way through school. I wasn't
as big as him, but we were definitely cut from the same cloth, and Ty
really seemed to dig the feeling of my hard muscles and mostly smooth skin,
all gleaming with sweat now as the sun pounded down on us. It was a total
sensual experience, with his sucking lips and lashing tongue on my cock at
the core of it all, and before I knew it, I was getting that telltale body
buzz, that tingling build in my loins that told me I'd be cumming within
moments at this rate.

"Fuck, Ty," I moaned. "Ease up, bro. Don't make me cum yet."

He was grinning when he came up off me, thick strands of his spit
connecting his lips to my cockhead, and I bent over to take his
good-looking face in my hands and kiss him, thick with tongue and spit. I
could taste myself on him, a taste like his but different, too.

"Hey, Greg, c'mere," I said as Ty got up. He grinned at us and stood up,
bringing the joint and his drink with him. I pulled his head to mine and
kissed him, coaxing his tongue into my mouth, tensing up the big muscle of
my glute as he murmured into my mouth and stroked his hand down over my ass
appreciatively. We kissed hard and wet, lazy, for a minute, and then I
pushed his head over to Ty's, where my big bro was waiting with a big
grin. I took the joint from him and hit it while my bro fed him his tongue.

"So, which of us tastes better, dude?" I asked him as he looked back and
forth between us with a half-dazed grin. Ty took his drink from his other
hand and took a sip on it.

"Guys, I just can't decide. Call it a tie," he chuckled, then gave each of
us a quick, moist kiss, squeezing our asses with both hands.

"Or, you could do a taste test of your own, man," Ty grinned, resting one
big hand on Greg's shoulder and pushing down. Greg looked back and forth
between us, like he was deciding something.

"Maybe later," he said with a wink. "Meantime... you said you were game for
anything, right?"

Me and Ty looked at each other, my bro's eyes alive with that spark, and
grinned. Nodded.

"Well then, let's see how far that goes, boys," Greg grinned, putting a
hand on each of our shoulders and steering us back inside, towards the big
bed. It creaked a little under our weight as we flopped down on it,
watching as Greg went back to the bar to freshen our drinks. He snuffed out
the end of the joint in the ashtray there, pulled out a fresh one, and
brought everything back to the bedside. In the meantime, Ty's hand was on
the back of my neck, pulling me back in to kiss again, and whatever
hesitation or uncertainty I might have had earlier, whatever doubts I was
feeling, floated right out the window as my tongue wrapped around his.

"Beautiful," Greg murmured, pulling the chair beside the bed around for a
better view, and settling in. Then he dug in his pocket and pulled out the
hotel envelope. Reached in, slowly extracted five hundred dollar bills, and
set them on the bedside table.

"That's for how far you've already come," he said, then reached into the
envelope again. By now, me and Ty were still kissing, but watching him
too. I felt a little weird about the money thing now, to be honest, but it
didn't seem to be troubling Greg or Ty any. And underneath that, fuck,
there was something kind of super hot about it all. About this whole scene.

Greg took out another five C-notes, and set them on top of the ones on the
bedside table.

"And that's for however far you want to go next," Greg said, then sat back
in his chair, sparked up the joint, and took a deep hit on it. "No
expectations. Just go with it, boys."

Ty looked at me. I looked at him. Then he pulled me back into that slow,
deep, easy kiss of his again, hands roving over my body, encouraging me to
touch him again too. I followed his lead, let myself get lost in the depths
of our incestuous kiss, let my bro pull me up tight against his big, sexy
body. Shivered again at the thrill of his big cock, still sticky with my
spit, as it throbbed against my skin, while mine did the same against
his. Mostly forgot about the third man in the room, our generous new
friend, and rode the brotherly wave, surfing on Ty's eager, experienced
tongue as his big hands slowly explored my skin. But Greg's presence still
kind of hummed underneath it all, the knowledge we were being watched,
encouraged, enjoyed just spurring us on even deeper.

Ty's big, powerful legs entwined with mine as he sank his fingers into my
hair and really fuckin' made love to my mouth, his cock leaking a steady
stream of thick, sticky juices all over my stomach and thigh as we began to
hump against each other. My dick was definitely repaying the compliment,
throbbing hotly against his warm flesh, my hands exploring the thick power
of his musculature, sliding down his big upper arms, over his lats, down to
the powerful swell of his glutes, taking them in my hands and squeezing. Ty
growled into my mouth and flexed them up hard for me, and Greg murmured
appreciatively at the sight of his football-player's ass, all big and thick
and packed with powerful muscle.

"Dude... I wanna taste you, bro," I murmured, just loud enough for Greg to
hear. Ty grinned, reaching down between us to take his big, shiny-headed
dick in hand and present it to me like an offering.

"No, dude," I grinned, shaking my head. I squeezed his ass, spreading those
thick cheeks a little for emphasis. "Like... taste you. Can I, bro?"

Ty's eyes went all big, and he got this big, boyishly excited grin on his
face.

"Yeah, you wanna taste my ass, little bro?" he said. I nodded slowly,
loving how his face lit up.

"Shit... nobody's ever done that before," he said almost shyly, but he was
letting me roll him over, putting that big, chunky-muscled ass on display
for me as I growled my approval and ran my hands over it.

"Damn, my big bro's got a nice ass on him, doesn't he?" I said to Greg, who
just nodded, his eyes locked on the twin mounds of thick, mostly smooth
muscle and flesh Ty was presenting. I could hardly blame him - it was one
hell of an ass, one I'd been crushin' on for years now. I clapped my hands
on both sides of it, grunting at the sight of those big globes jiggling a
little, drawing a grunt from Ty. The way he arched his back a little more,
I knew we were off to the races.

I sank my fingers deep into the flesh of his furry-clefted ass, just
appreciating the sight and feel of it, pushing the twin mounds up and
apart, releasing another hit of his sweaty muskiness. The dark hair that
grew along the insides of his cleft was damp with sweat, and before I could
think about what I was doing, I was diving in, hungry, burying my nose, my
tongue, as much of my face as I could get in there.

"Oh fuck little bro," Ty said in a voice that was half-moan,
half-whimper. I growled into him and pushed deeper, my senses overwhelmed
with his manly musk, the taste of his salt, that deep particular scent of
an active dude. I was pretty new to this side of things, but I'd discovered
I'd liked it. If you'd told me two or three years ago that I'd be eating
dude ass, much less my big brother's, I'd have said you were crazy, and a
pervert. But it turned out it was me who was the pervert, and I was fucking
loving it.

Ty's big hand reached back and cupped the back of my head, urging me on as
I licked, lapped, nuzzled my way up and down his trench. Then I reared
back, spat on his hole - drawing a moan from him and Greg both - and
attacked it hungrily. Right at the saltiest, muskiest part of him - the
gateway to his core. The flesh there was smooth and tight, fringed with
short hairs, but as I dug my thumbs deeper into the meat of his inner
cheeks and spread him wider, licked at him harder, I could feel him
loosening up.

"Fuck, dude... fuck," Ty moaned. "Nobody's ever... god damn..."

"How's he taste?" Greg said in a husky voice. I looked over to see him
leaned in for a closer look, one hand inside his shorts, observing me
eagerly.

"Come taste for yourself, bud," I said, motioning him over with my head. He
sat on the edge of his seat for a moment, like he was weighing something
up, then with a little growl, pushed up and closed the gap between
us. Dropped to his knees by my side and leaned in, his eyes all hungry. I
leaned back to make room for him, stroking my hand up the toned muscles of
his back.

"You like how my big brother tastes, dude?" I said. Greg just grunted in
reply, and then Ty moaned again, deep and low, his big hands clutching at
the sheets. From behind, Greg looked like a dog with a chew toy, his head
moving, making lusty noises as he licked my big bro out.

"Fuck, nothing like that taste," he growled when he finally came up out of
Ty's depths. For all his gym-toned body and expensive haircut and kinda
sophisticated big-city gay-dude manner, right then and there, I could see
the lusty, animalistic, all-man side of him, and suddenly I knew there was
plenty of room in this world for me to be exactly who I wanted to be. All
man, all dude, and into other dudes too. I wasted no time leaning in to
kiss him, deep and wet and sloppy, Greg's hand on the back of my head to
pull me deeper into it as we swapped my big brother's deepest flavor. We
went at it hard, each of us with a stroking, squeezing hand on Ty's big
fine ass, until Greg broke it off with a lusty grin and pushed my face back
towards Ty's cleft.

"Get back in there, bud," he grinned. "Give your bro the treatment that
fine ass of his deserves."

He smacked Ty's big ass, making my bro grunt and moan again, and I dove
right back in, covering Greg's slick spit on my big bro's hole with my
own. Then I pushed my way up inside of him.

Holy shit. Talk about a whole new world. My tongue had pretty much been
dancing around the edges of my brother's asshole, but now it was worming
its way up into him, into the darker, deeper richness of his depth. I
fastened my lips to his tight little jock pussy and worked my tongue up
inside, like I was making out with him, and the thought of that coupled
with the sweaty reality had me reaching down for my cock. I was harder than
I'd ever been, hard and throbbing and leaking to beat the band, and I knew
I couldn't handle myself too much, or the show would be over. I didn't know
how far it could go, but I was sure eager to find out.

Ty's cock was just as hard as mine, hard and hot and throbbing, the thick
head of it streaming his own juices when I slid my hand up under him to
check how he was doing. Like a barometer, kind of, and it was telling me
the weather was very fine indeed. I gave his big dick a few clumsy, but
effective strokes, feeling his tight little hole tighten up even more
around my searching tongue, hearing his moans go up in pitch, before he
reached under and physically took my hand off his tool.

"Aw you fucker," he moaned, and then to my disappointment, pulled his ass
up and off my face. "Too fuckin' good, kid. Shit..."

Ty stared at me for a second, then pulled my head in close and kissed me, a
little tentatively at first, like he was afraid of where my tongue had
been. I'd been like that my first time getting eaten out, but damn, you
just felt pulled in by it - like you had to know what your bud had tasted
when he was reaming you out with his tongue. Ty had always been game for
anything, and as he growled into my mouth and kissed me deeper, I could
tell he'd found a whole new thing to get excited to try.

"Get on your belly, bro," he growled at me when we finally parted,
flush-faced and grinning at each other. "If you can do it, I can too..."

"No fuckin' way," I half-whispered, but you bet your ass I scrambled
around, laid flat on my belly, and offered mine up.

Ty's big hands were that little bit tentative on the upturned muscles of my
ass for the first few seconds, but as he got into the hardness and size of
the muscles, the heat, the vibe between us, his touch got more assured,
more exploratory, more interested. He was really handling me, handling me
like a man handles another man, the kind of touch I'd always craved but
rarely experienced so far. Trust my own brother to get it exactly right,
and my body totally responded to him. I arched my back, presented my ass to
him even more, and he just chuckled, clapped both hands on it firmly, and
spread me wider.

"I guess it's just like eating pussy, huh dude?" I heard him ask Greg.

"I wouldn't really know," Greg chuckled. "But so I hear. Why don't you try
it and see?"

"Hope you showered up real good, bro," Ty said to me, and I grinned over my
shoulder at him.

"Always, dude," I said as our eyes locked. "Always. You never know..."

"No, I guess you never do, huh kid," he said with a wink and a grin, and
then lowered his head, leaned in deep, and set to work.

Holy fuck. He'd always been popular with the girls, and if he treated their
pussies like he was treating my hole, well, no wonder he was a man in
demand. Once he got over the awkwardness of it, his natural straight-dude
tentativeness, fuck me if he didn't really go for it. Kissing, licking me
up and down, exploring my ass from taint to tailbone and back down again
with that big, talented tongue of his. The further he went, the more he got
into it, until we were both grunting and moaning in stereo. I looked over
at our benefactor, and Greg had his hand deep in his shorts, a kind of
faraway, yet focused look on his face. His mouth hung open a little, and he
had that intense, manly-as-fuck look I'd seen on his handsome face a few
minutes ago. I kind of wanted to fuck him. Scratch that - I kind of wanted
to tug his shorts down and climb up in his lap. Have him show me and Ty how
it was done properly, by a dude who knew all about how to fuck another
dude, so me and my brother could do it right to each other.

Then Ty grabbed a deeper hold of my cheeks, spread me real wide open, and
just real gently kissed the knot of muscle at my core. I whimpered at that,
feeling my cock flex as he pecked at it a few times, soft and teasing,
almost. And then he dove on in, harder, hungrier, prying me open with his
lips and tongue, and sliding the thick, wet muscle up inside of me. He
growled real deep as he got into me, and the way it reverberated up through
my insides was like nothing else I'd ever felt.

"Aw Jesus Christ, Ty!" I moaned, bucking my ass up as he started to really
eat me out. That just made him growl even more in response, which made my
core tingle in a whole new, deeper way, and my cock throb and leak even
harder. I looked back to Greg, and now his eyes were on mine, his handsome
cock out of his shorts, all hard and shiny-headed as he stroked it and
watched us brothers getting incredibly dirty for his, and our,
pleasure. His words from earlier echoed in my lust-fogged head: "You said
you were game for anything, right? Well then, let's see how far that goes,
boys..."

How far did that go? Seemed like we'd come pretty far already. From the
hungry way Ty was eating my ass out, fucking me slowly with his tongue,
seemed like we still had plenty yet to go. This time, it was my words from
earlier echoing inside my brain: "I say, let's just go with it, bro... see
where it takes us. Until one or the other of us says stop."

I wasn't going to say stop. I couldn't say anything but Ty's name, and moan
and grunt and sigh. I craned my head around so I could look over my
shoulder, down at the top half of his handsome face, half-buried in the
depths of my ass. Saw his eyes open and looking back at me.

"If you wanna stop, bro, now's the time," I half-moaned, my voice shaky.

Ty kept at me or the better part of a minute, never once breaking his
eye-lock with me. Then he finally came up, sucking in a big lungful of air,
his lips and chin and jaw all shiny with spit and sweat.

"Do you wanna stop, little bro?" he said in a voice that was quiet and
husky and powerful as fuck.

"Uh-uh," I half-whispered, almost afraid to say it, to let him know how
open and willing I was, to whatever. His slow grin was all I needed to see.

"Me neither, you little fuckin' stud," he growled. "How about you, Greg?
You game for more?"

Greg grunted his approval, grinned, then dug into his shorts pocket for his
envelope. It still had a good solid heft to it, even without the ten
C-notes he'd already extracted from it.

"I'm as game as you boys are," he said easily, reaching for his drink, his
cock arced up out of his open shorts.

"Well then," Ty said, turning that smile of his back on me. "Let's just
keep on fuckin' truckin', yeah dude?"

-- To be continued... --