Date: Thu, 19 Apr 2001 18:31:11
From: Alex Mack <wanderer108@hotmail.com>
Subject: best buddies equals best sex, Part 7

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helpful.

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Best Buddies equals best sex, Part 7


Over the next few weeks, Josh, Kirk, and I were cool with each other.  The
sex we shared with each other that night was great, of course, but the only
group action the three of us had was fucking the beautiful Renee.  Kirk
frequently reminded Josh and me, as he had done that evening of our first
tryst,   that he wanted us to meet some of his friends.

During the summer months, Josh and I were still exploring college and
looking to play football so as to get that eventual glorious offer from a
pro team that would lead to riches and women (and men!!) beyond our
imaginations.  Of course it was getting really late and the more we put it
off the less likely we would find ourselves in college, let alone on
the team.  There was always the possibility as trying out as walk-ons.  The
size and strength that Josh and I had gained under Kirk's watchful eye would
certainly help.  But I think ultimately Josh and I were not willing to make
the commitment to college just yet, thus our indecision.

Late in June, Kirk asked if Josh and I would like to get together with some
friends of his for a fishing outing.  One of Kirk's buddies owned a cabin
near the Allegheny Reservoir.  We could spend the weekend fishing and
enjoying the great outdoors.  Of course we eagerly said yes and in the back
of our minds we knew the true purpose of the trip.  The fishing would be
great fun, but the anticipated sex was going to be even greater.  Kirk had
some personal time coming at work and arranged to be off on Friday so as to
get an early start on the action.

Thursday night we were at Kirk's discussing the final details of the trip.
Kirk showed us his fishing gear and talked about how different lures were
used in different situations.  It was all very boring and I wanted to get
started just for the sex that was to come.  Renee came into the room
sometime during the discussion wearing a very revealing nightgown.  My dick
began to harden.  She was pouting and upset that she was going to be alone
over the weekend.  But Renee got the good fucking I know she was really
looking for when she came into the room so scantily clad.  At any one time
Renee had a dick up her ass, one in her pussy, and another down her throat.
We fucked her silly that night; that would hold her for a few days.  Each of
us guys came two or three times; Renee had a mind-boggling number of
orgasms.  She was well satisfied and did not complain about the trip
afterwards.

Friday morning we arrived early at Kirk's house.  Brian, who owned the
cabin, was going to pick us up.  We also learned that his other buddies'
names were Mike and Greg.  Brian was to pick up Mike and Greg first.
Finally at about 8:15 they all arrived.  Brian, Mike and Greg got out of the
van when they arrived and I knew immediately we were going to have a great
time.  Each was as handsome, as chiseled, as, muscular, as masculine, as was
Kirk.  Kirk made the intros and handshakes and slaps on the back followed.
Mike mentioned that Kirk had been telling them of the progress Josh and I
were making muscle wise under his tutorage.  He said we looked great and
slapped my stomach with the back of his hand.  I knew again it was going to
be a great weekend.

The ride to the cabin was fun -- the scenery was beautiful, the interior
scenery was gorgeous, the conversation interesting.  Little comments here
and there signaled the fun to come.  Personally, I was hoping to get to know
Greg a little better as I thought he was not only the best looking of the
three, although they were all hunks, but also he had an infectious
personality that drew me to him and perhaps made him more attractive.  Greg
was 26, about 5"10 and 195 pounds, with a wide back, broad chest, narrow
waist, and a nice bubble butt.    He had sandy blond hair, and piercing blue
eyes.  His muscle tank suggested a smooth upper torso.  He wore a gold band
on his left hand -- another married hunk wanting to savor the steaminess of
man sex.  Greg, I learned, had been a gymnast in high school and college.
He was not a standout in the traditional sense as his height was a hindrance
in this sport for him.  However, he did well enough to maintain his
scholarship.  And his muscles were those that screamed gymnast.  He had a
nice golden tan.  Mike and Brian were both handsome as well.  Mike was 5'11
and about 175.  He had a body type that I associate with a swimmer's build.
His 27-year-old muscles were more elongated.  Brown hair and eyes, a hairy
torso, and a dark complexion gave him a somewhat rugged outdoor look.  Brian
at 25 was perhaps the closest of the three to being a bodybuilder.  He did
not look at all like a steroid maniac, but his muscles were big and
obviously worked.  Brian had a modest amount of hair on his chest and
stomach.

We arrived at the cabin shortly before 11 am.  We unloaded the gear and
headed for the water.  The water was a gorgeous blue just like Greg's eyes.
As we got to the water off came shirts and shoes and we all dove into the
cool water.  The water was refreshing cool, almost cold.  Thank gawd, as it
kept my dick from swelling around these gorgeous hunks.  We played a lot in
the water.  A lot of the grab ass type stuff the younger kids would play
(damn it was going to be a great weekend) as well as modified water polo,
even a childish game of tag.  That afternoon we probably were in the water
for three hours or so.  The sun was starting to get low in the sky and we
all eventually made our way to the shore to lay and soak up what little sun
we could.

Greg had made his way near me, asked if he spread his towel and lie by and
talk.  While saying yes I was thinking you can spread anything you want for
me.  But for me, that Greg was taking an interest was awesome.  In our past
group encounters Josh seemed to get the most attention.  I know that
probably sounds as if I was jealous, but I was not.  I was happy for the
attention and sex Josh received.  I was upset that I did not usually get
equal opportunities at the sex.  Yeah, I know that still sounds like
jealousy, but it was not.  You really need to understand mine and Josh's
relationship.

Greg talked about everything.  I was particularly interested in his
gymnastic career.  He was not bitter that he was not a star.  His training
and participation in gymnastics developed a hard body, discipline, and
strength.  But more importantly, it showed what he was capable of doing.  A
negative self-image in middle and early high school was replaced by
confidence and a desire to succeed at every task.  Winning was the only
option; but winning with grace and respect for the competitor was just as
important.  Greg really had his head on straight and this made him more
attractive to me.

Greg complimented me on my body.  He could tell it was worked hard and well.
  We discussed the training Josh and I had undergone with Kirk's assistance.
  Kirk had measured our body fat about a month ago and I was at 6%.  Greg
was impressed with this stating the best he could remember his was at 7%.
Actually I though he had zero percent body fat.  He queried me about
football and my goals to play in college.  He was very encouraging about my
potential and possibilities.  He strongly encouraged that I attempt college
and particularly football.  Even if I had to try out as a walk on, as it was
looking like the only possibility now, he believed I could get a
scholarship.  Greg impressed upon me how sports had changed his life for the
better, how it made him a better man.  He told me the same thing could
happen to me.  My mind was going crazy with the possibilities of playing in
college after his pep talk.  Greg noted that my legs looked particularly
powerful and would benefit me in a running back or wide receiver position.
He reached out and touched my thigh and commented how hard it was.  My dick
stirred; his hard hand felt magnificent against my bare skin.

Greg removed his hand from my leg and we sat there quietly for a brief time.

"Let's go for a walk and explore some," Greg said.

I was up and ready to go in an instant.  We told the others we would be back
in a while.  They acknowledged our departure and continued with their own
conversations as we strode off.

Our conversation was basic non-essential conversation such as Greg asking me
if I knew much about nature, birds, grass, weeds, etc.  I admitted it was
not was one my areas of expertise, and at the same time was consternated by
the superficial discussion.  However, Greg then popped in with "I'd hate to
lie down to fuck some one and then later learn I was laying in poison ivy!"
I laughed out loud and hard at the thought - my dick covered with itchy
welts from poison ivy and the only way to get relief was to jerk off all the
time.  Greg laughed with me.

We walked a little farther, not talking, just enjoying the scenery,
listening to the sounds.

Finally Greg said, "I've heard about some of your extra curricular
activities at Kirk's house."

I was a little shocked at this and did not know what to say.  Particularly,
since I did not know if he was referring to our escapades with Renee or our
man/man sex with the three of us men.  In my mind I knew this was going to
be a sex weekend, but I still had that uncertainty about his comments.

"It's ok," he said.  "My wife and I have got it on with Kirk and Renee
before.  The girls had sex together.  I fucked Renee while Kirk fucked
Michelle."  He paused.  "Kirk and I even got it on," he said in a nervous
but sexy manner.

I smiled. AGAIN, I knew it was going to be a great weekend.  My dick was
stirring in my shorts, hell it was getting hard.

Greg went on: "Ever since Kirk and I got it on together (he seemed to have
trouble saying "had sex" or "fucked each other") it opened up a whole new
world for me.  I never knew having sex with another man could be so great.
I had always looked at homo sex as something disgusting, but my mind has
been completely changed.  Kirk told all of us about the sex he had with you
and Josh and it sounded so hot.  You probably had some idea what this
weekend was about."

He was right about that last part and I could not wait to get to it.

"When I first met you at Kirk's house this morning," he continued, "I knew I
wanted to get with you.  I heard from Kirk how strong and sensual you were
and when I met you, you were more than I imagined.  You're a man, Alex.  Yes
I know you are only 18, but you are a man.  As we talked on the drive up and
on the beach I could tell that your thoughts were those of a man.  Your
physical being states you are a man.  Fuck, am I sounding crazy here?  I am
about 8 years older than you, but you are every much the man as I am."

Greg was obviously nervous as he was telling me all this.  It was like he
was back in high school trying to bed the head cheerleader on prom night.
It was turning me on so much though.  This hunky masculine man being shy
about his desires, his needs to express himself to me, his younger brother
so to speak.  But I would give myself to him in an instant.  I knew it would
happen soon.  He did not sound crazy.  He sounded sincere, anxious, and
sexual all at the same time.  He sounded as if he wanted me to be
comfortable.

We stood there quietly, awkwardly I guess, for a few moments.  Greg walked
toward me, his eyes never leaving mine.  He came to within inches of my
body.  I could feel the heat radiating from his massive, muscular frame.  He
reached out with his left hand touching my right shoulder, feeling the skin,
and massaging the muscles with his fingers.  He moved his hand down along my
arm in a caressing motion, to my fingers where he interlaced his hand with
mine.  He drew me closer until our chests touched.  His skin was as hot as
the sun had been earlier in the day.  He drew our intertwined hands toward
his back bringing our bodies into a semi-hug.  Greg then reached out with
his right hand.  He touched my left pec.  The nipple was hard and pointy
from anticipation.  He grasped the eraser head type nipple between two
fingers and rolled and pinched.  He was gentle yet firm.

Our intertwined hands became free and I moved my hand lower to Greg's hard
bubble butt, pulling our lower bodies together.  I was aware of a growing
presence in his brief boxer trunks.  With his freed hand Greg reached up to
my head and pulled us together for a kiss.  Greg was in total control as we
kissed; I followed his leads.  He kissed gently. Light pecks around my lips
at first, then slight sucking on my lips.  He moved to my neck where he
licked and sucked all over, even to my shoulder.  He came back to my face
and kissed all over, my nose, my forehead, my cheeks.  Greg wasn't going to
have sex with me; he was going to make love to me.

Greg came back to my lips.  He opened his mouth and began to probe with his
tongue.  I opened my mouth to accept his oral love dart.  His tongue
explored my mouth in total.  His breath was sweet.  By this time Greg did
not need to hold my head any longer.  Our faces were locked together in an
embrace only lovers know.  His hands moved to my shoulders and he held our
bodies close.  Both our dick's were hard.

"Alex, I want to make love to you.  I want you to make love to me.  I don't
just want sex from you, I want love."

Just as I knew a few minutes ago from his firm but gentle kisses.  Just as
his whole demeanor told me that he was an exceptional caring man. Extremely
masculine, but caring.

"Greg, I want the same thing.  Just from the little time we have been
together, I love you man.  I want the hot steamy raw sex," I said with a
grin, "but I want it special.  I want meaning in the experience.  I want to
remember it, you, forever."

With that we began to kiss again.  Deep lusty kisses were the order now.
The sex would be raw, it would be hot, it would be mutually satisfying, it
would be masculine, but at the same time it would be loving.  It would be
respectful of each other's needs and desires.

Greg moved his hands to the waistband of my speedo's and lowered them.  I
helped get them down and shook them off my feet.  As I stood there naked in
cool air of the shade, Greg began to kiss my pecs, suck on my nipples.  His
hands moved lovingly over my obliques, up and down my back.  He bent over
more and licked at the ridges of my abs, dipping into the crevices
separating each defined muscle.  He moved lower, sucking at my lower abs
while my stiff johnson poked lightly at his cheek.  Pre-cum provided
lubrication causing it to easily move over his cheek.

Finally, Greg, still in his brief boxer trunks, was on his knees, staring at
my love muscle, which right now was my strongest muscle.  It stood hard and
straight, nearly parallel to my body.  Greg grabbed my cock lovingly in his
hand and tried to pull it lower toward his mouth.  It was so rigid it would
move to only about a 45-degree angle.  Greg stuck out his tongue and licked
the underside of my cock.  His tongue was just as hot if not hotter as his
skin.  He licked slowly and lovingly up and down the underside length.  I
could almost hear the sizzle of his tongue on my taught cock skin.

Greg just licked my cock for a long time.  Again, I knew it was the love he
wanted for me to feel.  His hands massaged my legs and ass.  My hips were
doing a slight thrust pushing my hardness tighter to his face.  Greg met my
thrusts with equal pressure and at times it felt as if my love muscle was
caught in a sexual vice grip.  Finally Greg raised his head, bent my cock as
far as it would go and took my vessel deep within the heated confines of his
mouth and throat.

"Oh fuck yeah," was all I could say.

His mouth felt so good, so hot.  Better than anything Josh or Kirk had done
to me before.  Hotter than any pussy I had buried my cock in.

"Oh yeah, suck my cock, Greg.  I love you man."

Greg moaned as I said those words.  His moans sent more impulses to my cock
causing me to moan too.

"Do it buddy, keep sucking."

I was thrusting my cock in and out of Greg's mouth.  Not hard, but gently.
I did not want to get my rocks off quickly.  Our unique relationship having
grown quickly into a manly loving relationship required that I last a long
time before giving up my seed.  I had to develop the porn star stamina that
Josh possessed.  With Greg I believed I could do that.

Greg grabbed my ass, pulling me deep.  My cock was sticking the back of his
throat but he did not gag. As he held me deep within his mouth his hands
reached into the crack of my ass and played at my love hole.

"Oh shit Greg, shit yes, fuck man.  Play with my ass.  Stick your fingers up
there."

Greg played there lightly, pushing and gently probing.

"Shit yeah," was all I said as his finger pushed through and entered deep
within my ass.

Greg eventually got two, then three fingers up into my ass. He pistoned
those fingers in and out of my ass.  Hitting my prostate several times while
he fingered me sent shivers up my spine and elicited not just moans but
gasps.

"Greg, buddy, if you don't stop, I am going to cum," I said weakly while
panting.

My knees were getting weak.  Sweat was flowing from all my pores.  I thought
Greg was not going to stop and I would cum in his throat any second.

"Please Greg ... Stop ... I don't want to ... cum ... yet," I said in a
ragged voice.

Greg finally removed his fingers from my ass.  That took some of the urgency
to cum but he still held my love muscle in his mouth.  He stopped bobbing
his head on my cock for a few minutes. I could feel a slight further
decrease in the need to dump my seed.  Then I could feel Greg wrap his
tongue around my cock and begin another up and down motion on my tool.  Soon
I was getting close again.

"Greg, please buddy," I was whimpering.

Greg was keeping me close to the edge at all times.  When he sensed I was
close to cumming he would let up and let my urge subside.  Again and again
Greg had me on the brink only to stop just in time.  Finally, after what
seemed like an eternity (fuck, after that I really don't know if a few
minutes or hours passed), he removed his mouth from my cock.  Still on his
knees he grabbed my waist and pulled me to my knees.  We came together in
the lustiest kiss I have ever had.

While we kissed I explored his upper body with my hands.  They glided easily
over his sweat-covered body.  When my hands moved lower, I realized that
Greg was still in his brief boxer trunks.  My hands moved to lower them.
His cock got caught in the waistband and I struggled briefly, but urgently
to get them free.  My right hand dished out his cock while my left pushed
the trunks lower.  Once free of his cock, both my hands pushed his trunks as
low as I could without breaking out tongue fest.  Our cocks were soon sword
fighting with each other.

Greg finally broke the kiss.  "Lay down on your stomach so I can massage
your back."

I moved to lie on my stomach while Greg finished removing his trunks.  I
rose on my arm and looked over my shoulder to finally see what I had only
felt before, his beautiful cock.  Greg owned a most gorgeous cock, probably
6 to 6-1/2 inches of fine cut meat, veiny like his upper gymnast body, and
nice an thick -- a nice mouth full.

With his trunks removed Greg moved closer to me and I lay flat on my
stomach, my head resting on my arms, my legs spread wide.  Greg knelt
between my legs, leaned over and began to massage my back as promised.  I
could feel his cock occasionally touch my ass.  When he massaged my
shoulders, his cock became lodged in my crack.  He would hump there, the
sweat of our bodies and Greg's pre-cum providing the lubrication for smooth
humping.  At some point Greg quit massaging, put his arms on the outside of
my upper body and just humped may ass crack for a while.  Occasionally he
went lower and his cock poked at, but did not enter, my ass hole.

Greg quit humping and moved off my body but was still between my legs.  He
raised my ass into the air with his mighty hands.  He's finally going to
fuck me I thought.  But what happened next took me by total surprise.  Greg
stuck his face in my crack and began to lick at my pucker.

"FUCK!!!  OH  FUCK YEAH!!!" I screamed.

Over and over I screamed those words. And probably a lot of other things I
fucking don't recall.  His tongue on my ass hole was so hot, so erotic, so
lusty.  It felt great. Fuck it felt better than great.  Why hadn't Josh and
I done this before?  Why hadn't Kirk done this with us?

"OH FUCK, GREG!!!"

Greg kept tonguing my ass.  He would play lightly there for a while then
change his technique to a rougher licking.  Then he was pressing hard with
is tongue pushing through and entering my bowel.

After several minutes of tongue / ass play, Greg pulled his face out of my
ass.  He came up square behind me, pushed my ass lower, and in one swift
movement he slammed his cock deep within my ass.

"Fuck yeah," we both moaned.

I lowered my head and buried my face in my arms.  I was not in pain, Greg
saw to that with his earlier ass conditioning.  Greg remained motionless for
a while.  He massaged my ass with his hands.  He moved to my upper back and
massaged there and then again to my ass.  He reached down and around to take
hold of my straining cock and lightly stroked.

Greg began thrusting his cock in and out of my ass.  He was slow at first,
gentle but firm.  My sphincters would squeeze his cock as he thrust
eliciting moans.  He would hit my prostate causing me to gasp and shudder.
His thrusting picked up pace.  He was hitting me deeper, splitting me good.
His full ball sack would swing in and hit my balls on his down thrusts.

Greg withdrew from my ass and initially I was devastated.  He helped me turn
over onto my back and lifted my ass in the air with his hands.  I locked my
legs around his waist to help.  His cock finally found my entrance again, he
leaned forward and thrust up into may ass again.  He leaned forward more,
causing my ass to go higher in the air and his cock to go deeper in my ass.
His hands were on either side of my shoulders.  His piercing eyes locked
with mine as he began to fuck my ass.

It was incredibly erotic to have him look into my being as he fucked me.  He
never took his eyes off me.  It was like we could see each other's soul.  We
were bonded as one in both body and spirit.

Greg thrust harder and harder and I knew from his ragged breath, he was on
the verge of cumming.  My cock, pressed between our hard bodies was itself
ready to dump the load Greg would not let release earlier.

"Greg, fuck my ass buddy, fuck it hard.  I want to feel your love juice
shoot in my ass.  I love you man," I said.

I don't know how I had the presence of mind to say those words but they came
out.  With those words Greg shot his load, again and again.  I could feel
each squeeze of his cock as it sent his sperm deep into my bowels.  He
stopped shooting his load and rested a minute, staying hard within my ass.
Incredibly he began to thrust, my cock feeling the pressure of his body
pressed hard against mine.  I knew what he was doing, masturbating me with
our lower abdomens, trying to get me off.  He thrust harder, bringing me
closer.  Sweat dripped from his body onto mine.  Finally I could take no and
my cock shot quarts of love juice onto Greg's chest and my belly.  After I
came, Greg fell completely onto me spreading the jizz all over our upper
bodies.  Our breaths were deep and our chests pressed hard against each
other with each intake of air.

We lay there for several minutes.  It was glorious feeling his hard body
tight against mine.  His cock shriveled and withdrew from its hiding place.
The sun was setting and we knew we should get back.  We walked a few hundred
feet to the reservoir and washed off, lovingly help each other.  The
experience was just as I had imagined.  It was an act of love not just an
act of sex.

We reached the swim site and saw the others were gone.  We went to the cabin
and heard no noises from outside.  We went in and saw no one.  I headed to
the bedroom where my gear was, opened the door and got more than an
eyeful....

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