Date: Tue, 20 Feb 2024 22:24:59 +0000
From: R F <rfnaughtystories@proton.me>
Subject: Terry's Soccer Score - Part 3

Any comments or feedback are welcome and can be sent to
rfnaughtystories@proton.me

***

"Hey, Terry." I was heading home from practice a few days later when Nick
called out to me. I'd gotten to know him a better after I caught him
fucking that man months ago. We've had a few more encounters since then but
hadn't hooked up with each other or anything. We had a particular
preference that we shared and we weren't it.

"Hey Nick, what's up?" I slowed down to let him catch up.

"How'd it go with Paul the other day?" Paul was the lawyer I'd hooked up
with a few days ago. "He asked about you yesterday."

"Sounds like it went pretty well, doesn't it?" I laughed to Nick. "I had a
blast. That guy knows what he likes."

Nick laughs with me. "Do you want to tag team him this weekend? Two is
always better than one with these ones."

"I actually already have similar plans this weekend." I think for a
second. "But, you know what, we could see if Paul could help. How would you
like to help me out instead? It's a two-for-one deal."

He paused to think. He smiled. "I like the sound of that."

"You busy tonight?"

"Unfortunately. I have a paper I need to finish. I was gonna reward myself
with a spit roast, but whatever you're planning sounds way more fun."

"Ah, okay. I'll take care of it myself. I'll text you when I need your
info."

"What for?"

"The twofer dude! You okay flying?"

Nick smirked. "I guess I'll need to be."

"Good. I'll see you Friday night then."

We went our separate ways as I texted Paul. "Meet me in the woods tonight
at 10. Blindfold yourself with my jockstrap and be waiting. I need
something from you."

"Yes, sir." I got a text back a few minutes later.

***

At 10:15, I made my way to the woods. Making Paul wait a few minutes
blindfolded only made him hornier I'm sure. I was also curious what he'd do
if anybody else had found him. It was quickly sated as I arrived at the
spot the same time a disgruntled looking frat boy was walking away.

"There's a fag back there that won't blow us til his master shows up." He
complained to me as I walk past, assuming I was looking for the same. In a
way, I guess I was. I just wouldn't have to wait. Sounds like Paul had been
a good boy after all.

"Well, then you waited long enough." He stopped walking and looked at
me. He eyed me up and down and shrugged as I walked past. He didn't follow
though, just watched. I found Paul on his knees against a tree, with my
jockstrap over his eyes, as instructed. I didn't think to tell him to
undress, so he was fully clothed in his suit, I assume straight from work.

"Paul. I hear you wouldn't blow this fine man." I point toward the frat
boy, still hovering a bit away. Not that Paul could see anything.

"No, sir. I didn't want to be dirty when you showed up." The frat boy heard
the exchange and returned hoping I would give the green light. "Would you
like me to now?"

"Yes, Paul." Before I finished the sentence, he was undoing his belt and
fishing out his cock. He quickly shoved it into Paul's mouth before it was
fully hard and Paul expertly sucked him off. The frat boy didn't seem too
interested in sticking around though. After a minute, he looked at me
desperately, obviously about to blow, to know if he should pull out or let
Paul swallow it down.

"Cum in his mouth." I said to him. "Paul, don't swallow it." The frat boy
thrust into him a few more times and as he came, pulled out a bit, cumming
directly onto Paul's tongue. When he was done, he looked at me once more,
pulling Paul's collar towards his cock. I nod, and he cleans off his cock
on Paul's jacket.

"Paul, let it out of your mouth." Paul obediently let the guy's cum dribble
out of his mouth onto his tie.

The frat boy smirked. "Thanks dude. You've really got him trained." He
looks at me and nods. "If your boy is ever available again, I'd always
enjoy another." He gave me his number to put in my phone. I named it Woody
Blow. He seemed chill enough, so I figured he deserved the courtesy of
holding onto it for now. He walked back the way he'd come and I walked up
close to Paul.

I fished out my own cock and laid it lightly on Paul's face. "I have plans
this weekend. But I have some last minute adjustments that could include
you and a mutual friend of ours." I rub my cock along his cheek. Paul leans
into it, enjoying my touch.

"What do you need me to do, sir?"

"I'm glad you didn't pretend whatever you had going on was important." I
move my cock to his other cheek.

"It isn't, sir."

"I need you to get two plane tickets. One for you and one for our friend. I
need the two of you to come home with me."

"Do you need one?" I didn't, but once he asked, i knew what I wanted. "I
have one, but we could use an upgrade to first class."

"Yes sir. I can have all that arranged before morning. Just send me your
information and it will be done."

"Good." I lean down and open his suit jacket. There was a little spit on it
and the marks from the frat boy, which worked perfectly for my plan. "Now
hold still, we need this shirt to be perfect." I finally shove my cock deep
down his throat and proceed to face fuck him again. Spittle, cum and throat
slime are coating his dress shirt a few minutes later. His jacket stayed
relatively clean, as planned.

"You'll have the info you need when I get back. I'll see you Friday night."
I start to pull my pants back up. "Oh yea. Pack this suit. Don't clean it."

"Yes, sir." Paul stands up but doesn't remove his blindfold. I walk with
him out of the woods. When we split up he finally removes it, never
actually seeing me tonight.

***

Friday evening, I meet up with Nick and Paul at the airport. The flight was
a few hours but we barely noticed from our first class seats. Nick and I
were seated on either side of Paul. Paul was well dressed in a form fitting
suit, while, the two of us were dressed more casually. We ordered plenty of
drinks, courtesy of Paul of course, and enjoyed the ride.

Nick and I swapped back and forth who got to spit in Paul's drink as the
flight continued, always in sight of the cute flight attendant who just
smirked every time. Before we landed, the same attendant brought Paul a
complimentary drink of his own. It was cloudy and we all knew exactly what
the special ingredient was. Nick and I both spit in this one as well and
Paul drank it all down in one gulp while the flight attendant watched over
us. I'm amazed Paul didn't cum right there.

When we landed, Paul rented us a car and we headed to my house. I had
already told my dad about our guests. My friend Nick and his 'dad' Paul
would be coming and staying with us. I gave him some story about Paul
having a client here and it just made sense for us to come home
together. Nick would stay with me in my room and Paul would take the guest
room.

Nearly everything was in place. There was just one piece missing.

My friend, Rory, had two dads. They would come to most of our soccer games,
sometimes alone, sometimes together. But I saw them sneak away more often
than not. His one dad, Seamus, a big hairy man, would always come back the
messiest of any of the men. His other dad, Brian, on the skinnier side, was
never the one to come back with his shirt out of place. The only thing I
needed was for Paul to find where Brian would be this weekend. Brian would
go to a sports bar on Sundays to watch a few games. It sounded like the
perfect place for Paul to reel him in. I just didn't know which one.

Luckily, Paul was great at small talk, so once we got home, he talked to my
dad about local bars, trying to get the information we needed. He wanted to
watch the game, where do his friends go, when's the best time to get there,
etc. My dad took a quick liking to him and we got a name drop of Brian's
favorite spot. Bingo. They continued talking while Nick and I unpacked and
relaxed.

Sunday we put the plan into motion.  Around game time, Paul put on his suit
from earlier in the week and headed to the bar to meet Brian. Nick and I
went for a run in our soccer gear to work up a sweat.

We made our way to Rory's house, where we knew Seamus would be alone. We
rang the doorbell, making sure our shorts were low on our waists and our
abs were visible as we wiped our faces. Seamus opened the door after a few
seconds and greeted us. Nick hadn't seen him before and found himself
eyeing up the man.

"Terry! It's been so long. What brings you here?" He was genuinely
surprised but I caught his eyes wandering a few times to the treasure
trails at our hips.

"We were just out for a run and were wondering if Rory wanted to join us."

"Oh, I'm sorry Terry, Rory is still at school." He eyed the two of us
quickly. "Who's your friend?" He asks before he can stop himself. Nick was
staring at the patch of hair sticking out of Seamus' shirt but looked up
when the conversation made it back to him.

"This is my friend from school. He came by to visit this weekend." Seamus'
eyes were obviously following Nick's treasure trail again.

"You boys look spent. Why don't you come in for a second?" His eyes
lingered on Nick's bulge once he found it. His shorts were particularly
tight, so Seamus could see a nearly clear outline of what he was packing.

"Oh that'd be great. It's hot as hell today." We both push past him, making
sure to touch him as we squeezed past.

***

At the bar, Paul was sitting alone while he waited to make his move on
Brian. He wasn't particular into the sports themselves, just the players,
but he had passing knowledge to keep things moving at work, and for the
occasional hookup, exactly like this. Scoring jock dick was easier when you
could keep them talking.

In the first quarter, he found the chance to make his move. They'd made a
particularly bad play and the whole bar groaned. Brian was sitting alone in
the corner seat at the bar and was particularly loud about it. Paul made
his way over. "It's crazy how they get worse every year, right?"

Brian looks over at the voice. "Heh, you can say that again."

"What are you drinking? I could use another. You want one?"

"Just a domestic. Why not?" Paul motions to the bartender to bring over
two. "Haven't seen you around here before," he says looking Paul over.

"I'm here for work. Flying back out tomorrow, but I got done early so had
time to catch this shit show."

"Oh." Brian looks at Paul who is staring directly back. He glances at the
stain on his tie and the crease of his jacket. He smirks knowingly.

"Paul." He puts out his hand and Brian shakes it.

"Brian."

***

In Rory's kitchen, the three of us are drinking waters Seamus brought
over. "So how's school treating you boys? Rory is loving it."

"It's great." Nick answers immediately. "Getting away from my parents has
been awesome. And I've had way more time to do stuff I really like. Party
and work out." He flexes his arms, laughing, watching Seamus glance at his
biceps.

"Oh? What are you going to school for?" Seamus asks, trying to avoid Nick's
gaze and arms.

"Mechanical engineering. I love figuring out what makes something tick." He
winks at Seamus who blinks a few times before looking at me.

"Oh, that's Rory's major too. How about you Terry?"

"Physics.  Space is the last frontier and there is so much more we need to
learn first."

"That sounds great. I can see you've also been going to the gym." He shuts
his mouth quickly before saying anything else.

Nick laughs, "Yea! Terry here has abs for days. Show him dude." I lift my
shirt up and flex for Seamus too. His eyes glaze over as he checks us
out. His hand twitches, nearly reaching out to feel my chest. We are both
pretty lean from soccer and the team workouts. Exactly Seamus' type, based
on his husband.

"You should really feel these." Nick walks up close to him, getting his arm
in his face. We're both pretty ripe from our run and I catch the man
sniffing loudly. Seamus starts to reach for the bicep, but stops himself.

"It was nice seeing you boys, but I have to get back to my chores. I don't
want to disappoint Brian." He quickly starts to stand up, grabbing our half
full glasses from the table.

I stand up too, trying to think of how to land this when Nick speaks up
again. "Are you sure you don't want that?" His arm is still in Seamus'
face.

"Excuse me?" Seamus asks, obviously flustered. Nick moves even closer to
him.

"Are you sure you don't want to disappoint Brian?" Seamus freezes in place
looking at Nick's body more closely.

I follow his lead and walk over to Seamus' other side, putting my hand on
his shoulder. "What's he like when he's disappointed Seamus?"

Seamus was definitely leaning into Nick's armpit now, half out of his
seat. "He gets rough when he's angry."

"You must disappoint him a lot, Seamus." I move my hand down his chest
while Nick grabs Seamus' head and leans it towards his armpit. Seamus
silently nods, lost in the moment again. I can hear him breathe in deep. My
hand continues to the bottom of his shirt and I slowly lift it over his
head. He instinctively lifts his arms up. It almost breaks the spell but
Nick keeps him entranced and with his other hand guides Seamus to his cock.

"We all know you want this. You want men to control you. You love when
Brian is disappointed don't you? " Seamus nods into his armpit.

***

In the bar, Paul continued to butter up Brian. They'd ordered an appetizer
and continued to talk shit about the game. After a few bites, Paul fumbles
a wing onto Brian's pants. "Oh shit. I'm so sorry, sir." He immediately
starts patting them down to clean it up, taking care to rub against Brian's
crotch nonchalantly.

Brian grabs Paul's hand, reaching for a napkin with his other. "I can do it
myself."

"I insist, sir. I can't believe I got sauce all over you." Paul leans
forward, giving Brian a better view of the clothes under his suit
jacket. The dried fluids from Terry's use the other day were more visible
at this angle.

Brian starts to put a few things together. "Sir." He smirks to
himself. "You should be sorry, Paul."

"I am, sir." Paul looks up and sees Brian's sneer. "I'm especially sorry
for touching the monster you have down there without your permission."

"A desperate brat, I see." Brian smirks, still holding Paul's wrist. "What
really brought you here? I could smell the spunk on you the second you sat
down."

"I really came here for a drink. I had a," he pauses, looking down at his
soiled shirt, "long night. But then I saw you and couldn't help myself. I
could tell you knew how to treat me right."

"Well, today's your lucky day. After this shit show of a game, I could use
a good hole. And you seem like you understand how both of those problems
work. Pay our tab and wait for me in the last stall." He waves down the
bartender and Paul takes out his card. The bartender starts to walk
over. Brian looks at Paul and takes the card out of his hand and drops it
on the ground. "So clumsy." The bartender looks at the two men and
waits. "He dropped his card, it'll just be a second." He smirks as Paul
drops to the ground to grab his credit card. Brian looks down to where he
left it and lifts his foot. When Paul reaches for his card, Brian put his
foot back down on his hand and held him there for a moment. The bartender
leaned over and both Brian and him watched Paul on the ground.

"You dog." He says to Brian, looking away from Paul. Brian finally lifts
his hand and lets Paul stand again. The bartender grabs the card and runs
the tab. He quickly returns with it and Paul walks off to the bathroom
while Brian finishes his drink.

A minute later, Brian makes his way to the bathroom. He finds Paul kneeling
in the last stall. He had tied his tie around his eyes and hung his jacket
on the door. His soiled shirt was on full display for Brian to see.

Brian just stood in the doorway for a moment before entering and closing
the stall behind him. "You're a cocky one aren't you. You think you can
handle this?" He starts to lower his pants.

"It's not up to me sir. I'm just a hole for you to use."

"Good answer." Brian takes out his cock and puts the tip into Paul's
mouth. Paul licks at it before Brian continues. Gradually, Brian pushes his
cock in further and further. Paul continues to lick until his mouth doesn't
have any more room. Brian continues pushing in until Paul finally gags on
the cock filling him. Brian still had two more inches to push and, uncaring
of the man below him, he continued to. "Impressive." He mumbles once Paul
takes in his entire cock. He's repeatedly gagging on the intrusion,
coughing up throat slime and spit, but makes no move to pull away. Brian
pulls out slowly, giving Paul a moment to breathe.

"Tha..." before Paul could get another word in, Brian pushed into his
throat again, this time faster and harder. Paul choked again, coating his
chest with another layer of spit. Brian pulled out once more.

Brian, towering over Paul, lies his spit covered dick on Paul's face as he
looks down at him. "I underestimated you. A lot of guys think they have
what it takes but looks like you actually do." He grabs Paul's hair and
forces his cock down his throat again and again, Paul's loud chokes echoing
through the room. Brian pauses for a moment, holding Paul's head in place
against his pubes. "Good boy, take my fucking monster. You're not breathing
til I say so." Paul held on for nearly thirty seconds before his body made
him push away from Brian. Brian held him there for another ten seconds
before finally letting go. Paul drops to the floor gasping for air, adding
more spit and slime to his shirt. "Where did you say you were staying this
weekend? Somewhere more private would be useful."

***

Seamus was enraptured by us. His shirt was off, his hand was in Nick's
pants stroking his cock, and he was still licking his armpits. We had him
right where we wanted him. I reach for his shorts and pull them down. He
was commando and we got a little surprise.

"A chastity cage Seamus? You really are his little bitch aren't you?" I
slap his balls hard. "Brian isn't gonna be happy that we're here is he?"

Seamus shakes his head into Nick's armpit but doesn't pull away. "You can't
help yourself can you. You're just a fucking whore that wants to be filled
with our cocks aren't you?" I reach for his hairy asshole, sticking two
fingers in.

Nick grabs onto Seamus' balls himself, pulling hard on them. Seamus
moans. "Your balls are so big, slut. I bet you haven't cum in a
while. Brian doesn't give a shit if you finish does he? Guess we don't have
to either."

Nick and I move Seamus away from the table, pushing him to the floor. The
man was easily twice the size of us but was putty in our fingers. He
obediently follows our lead, all inhibitions lost. Nick brings his now free
cock to Seamus' face, shoving it down his throat. I grab a bottle of oil
from the counter and coat my own cock with it. I lift Seamus' legs in the
air and shove my cock into his hole. There was some resistance but two
thrusts later I was fully in him. He held up his own legs by instinct and I
started pounding into him. "Take my jock dick Seamus. You wanted this the
second you saw us at your door didn't you?"

He nodded and moaned into Nick's cock who was still face fucking him. Nick
grabbed onto Seamus' large nipples and twisted it hard, holding on as he
continued fucking his face. "You like that Seamus?" He twisted them again
and Seamus moaned again.

I slapped his balls. They looked like they were ready to burst. I grabbed
onto them, squeezing and pulling as I fucked his asshole. Nick slapped him
hard in the face. All Seamus could do was wriggle and moan as we abused his
holes and body. "You can't get enough can you bitch?" He slapped him
again. We pounded into the man for a few more minutes

"You getting close Terry?"

"I am."

"Fill him up." Nick and I got into a rhythm and we both blew our first
loads into the man. They left a puddle on the floor for Seamus to deal with
later. We weren't done with him yet though.

"What do you say about a change of scenery?" Nick suggests.

"I'd say it's a good plan." Nick and I both pulled out of Seamus, cum and
saliva coating the floor under him. Seamus reached out for either cock to
fill him again. "You're coming with us. You wouldn't want Brian to catch
you like this would you?"

"No, sir." He looked around, obviously considering coming clean to his
husband. I knew for a fact they both fucked around, but I couldn't be sure
if it was mutually agreed upon. I was hoping not. It makes the rest of the
plan way more fun.

"Get dressed. We have a place and you're coming." Seamus quickly grabbed
his clothes and we all got dressed again before hopping in his car. I got
in the driver's seat and Nick and Seamus got in the back. Before we got too
far, Nick had Seamus choking on his dick again. This was almost too easy.

We drove to the hotel we all agreed to meet at. Luckily, Paul and Brian
hadn't arrived yet so we were able to get Seamus to the room with no
issue. Seamus didn't question why we already had a key.

The moment we walked into the room, we were back in business. "Seamus,
strip down again and lay on the bed."

"Yes, sir." He quickly got into position, lying face up on the bad with his
head hanging over the edge. This time, it was my turn to use his throat.

"Nick, how is his head?"

"He's a pro. Brian must have a monster cause he was taking me no problem."

"Fuck me sir. I can handle it." We had been largely ignoring Seamus but he
decided he'd chime in, begging for cock, like the slut he is.

"Seamus." I slap his cheek. "Shut the fuck up." I slap his other
cheek. Fortunately for him, that was the plan though. "Suck my fucking
cock." I grab the side of his head and push my cock down his throat. He
reached his arms behind me, grabbing my ass cheeks tightly as I shoved my
cock as far as it would go. On his other side, Nick was lining up his cock
with Seamus' hole, preparing to enter him. He grabbed the lube we had
brought here earlier and coated his ass and cock with it before shoving
into him.

I'd been so focused on Seamus that when I finally looked up I noticed for
the first time, Nick looking at me. He was panting, fucking Seamus with all
his strength but he was still smiling at me. I felt myself being pulled
in. I found I needed to touch him too. I grabbed the back of his head and
he easily moved towards me and we started roughly making out while we spit
roasted the man between us. Despite my year of adventure I hadn't kissed
many boys. Manhandling cruisers wasn't exactly a sensual experience.

But right now, I was in sensory overdrive and needed to eat Nick's face
too. The sounds of Nick's balls slapping Seamus' ass. Seamus' gags whenever
I filled his throat. The smell of sweat coming off the three of us. And
finally, the feeling of Nick's tongue in my mouth got me going. I lost
myself.

That was, until the door opened once more and a naked and gagged Paul
crawled in with Brian behind him. "Oh shit" Brian said quickly, grabbing at
Paul. "Did they double book you?"

I made sure my cock was fully down Seamus throat so he couldn't
speak. "Come in. You're just in time, Brian." As Brian's eyes adjusted to
the light, he got a better look at the scene. Paul had continued into the
room no longer Brian's pet, but mine. Brian still couldn't get a good view
of the man Nick and I were fucking, but he seemed to recognize me.

"Terry? Wow, John was right, you are all grown up." He started walking
towards me, admiring my relatively new toned look. "Which of us have you
got there?" Paul was obediently waiting at the end of the bed now. Brian,
still fully dressed, came up behind me, grabbing at my chest with this thin
hands. He finally got a good look over me and it was time for the sparks.

Seamus had been trying to call out since he heard Brian's name but we kept
him under control. I took this moment to finally release his
throat. "Brian!" He tries to sit up, but I keep him pushed down into the
bed.

"Seamus!" Brian's eyes go wide and then darken with fury. "What the fuck
are you doing here?"

"I could ask you the same thing!" He yells out between coughs. Nick decided
that was the moment to stop fucking Seamus, for now. "And who's that?"
Seamus points at Paul, now at the end of the bed.

I speak up. "Seamus, meet Paul. I met him at school. Brian here met him at
the local bar and fucked his face in the bathroom. He brought him here to
fuck his brains out some more. Lucky for you, we were here, fucking your
brains out too. How disappointed he must be to find you in this position."
Seamus sits up and turns around to look at me and Brian.

"That's right I fucking am." I step out of the way so Brian can get up
close. He grabs Seamus' hair pulling him close. "I was about to fuck that
whore over there but you're already here, with not one, but two cocks in
you." He slaps Seamus' face once. It wasn't light but it wasn't an angry
slap either.

I motion for Nick to move towards Paul. I switched places with him behind
Seamus. "He's primed for a show," I whisper to him. Nick chuckles and moves
his cock towards Paul who quickly takes it in. I climb back on the bed,
leaning on my knees behind Seamus.

"I'm supposed to wait at home while you fuck every man in sight, Brian?"
Seamus yells before Brian slaps him again. I reach around Seamus, grabbing
onto his meaty chest and squeezing.

"Show him what you need, Seamus." I say, lining up my cock with Seamus'
hole again. Seamus stares into Brian's eyes and drops himself down on my
cock in one move.

Brian grabs Seamus by his balls and lifts him up. "That's exactly what I
expect from you. That's what this is for," waving around the chastity cage
as if it weren't attached to a person. He pulls Seamus up off of me, while
Seamus fights to drop back down. Just as Seamus pulls back, he lets go,
allowing Seamus to fall back down on my cock once more.

"Fuck!" Seamus screams at the move. Brian lifts him again by his balls and
again, as Seamus pulls away, he let's go allowing Seamus to be impaled once
again. "You fuck when I say you fuck. You will be fucked by exactly as many
men as I say you need to be fucked by." He is yelling at Seamus, squeezing
his balls once again. "And when I say so, you fucking stop and watch me
fuck them while you wait in fucking corner." Still tightly gripping Seamus'
balls, Brian looks at me. "Terry, you're going to get your dick right up
next to your friend and split my husband's ass open." Looking back at
Seamus. "And you're going to watch me fuck Paul over there into kingdom
come. And if you so much as dribble precum on this bed, you'll be in that
cage for another month." Brian let go of his balls and started to move
towards Paul.

Seamus, still worked up from his defiance, looked up at Brian as he
yelled. Before Brian could get too far away, he sat up from my cock once
more and kissed Brian as hard as he could. It wasn't sensual or cute. It
was rough. He grabbed Brian's head and pulled him in. Brian matched him,
pushing his tongue in forcefully.

Nick and I took the opportunity to align ourselves so our dicks were in
place for Brian's demand. Nick slathered us with lube again. When we were
set, Nick slapped Seamus' ass hard. Brian, still kissing his husband,
yanked his balls once more and pushed Seamus away. "You have ten seconds
for those cocks to be hidden. Paul get the fuck over here."

Paul, having new orders and no cock in his mouth, sprung into action. "Yes,
sir." He crawled over to where Brian was standing and leaned over the bed,
knowing Brian intended to fuck him.

Nick went to pass Brian the lube but he waved it away. He grabbed Paul's
hair and turned him around. He shoved his cock down Paul's throat and Paul
got to work slathering his cock with saliva. Brian fucked him harder,
getting additional lube from the back of Paul's throat.

At the same time, Seamus was leaning back onto mine and Nick's cocks. We'd
both loosened him up but it was still a tight fit. But Brian said ten
seconds, so Seamus was pushing to get us in him as fast as he could. Nick
and I had both grabbed an ass cheek, massaging him onto us. "Fuck!" He
yelled when we finally popped into place and he fully took us in. He put
his arms on our shoulders and lifted himself up and dropped back down. It
felt good rubbing up right against Nick's cock. It was a tight squeeze but
was loosening up every time Seamus dropped back down onto us. Nick and I
took the opportunity to taunt him some more. Nick was twisting his nipples
and I continued playing with his balls. Obediently he continued to bounce
on our cocks, doing his best to satisfy us without pleasuring himself. His
self control was impressive.

I found myself looking into Nick's eyes and I leaned forward to make out
like before. He was a good kisser. Rough, but pleasant.

Brian had flipped Paul over after coating his cock with his fluids. Now
Paul was laying beside us, his hands pulling open his ass cheeks for Brian
to enter. I hadn't gotten a good look at Brian's cock til now but I get why
he had so much power over Seamus. It was a monster for sure, thick in all
the right ways. That Paul took it with little effort was certainly a
testament to his skill or tenacity. Or just his desperation. Brian pushed
his cock into Paul with no fanfare, not stopping to stretch him out. Again,
Paul impressed by not making any sound but the moans Brian wanted to hear.

"Are you watching Seamus?" I taunt. He nods. I can see his eyes fixated on
his husband's cock going into another man.

"Paul, tell him how good it feels." Brian adds.

"This cock is so fucking thick Seamus. Oh fuck." Brian gives him a good
slam into his hole. "It feels so fucking good. I never want him to stop."
Paul gasps again as Brian pounds into him.

Seamus scowls at Paul and slams himself onto our poles once more to show
Paul he was getting it just as good, the two of us easily equal to
Brian. He's moaning above us. "These cocks are just as fucking good,
Brian. I love being stretched to the limit by other men. Fuck!"

"Oh yea, babe." Brian laughs as he slams into Paul again. "You're done
now. Go to the corner." We all pause, Nick and I had been getting
close. His cock felt amazing against mine. But once the words left Brian's
mouth Seamus pouted and pulled himself up. But before he was fully off our
cocks, he dropped back down again. Like a man possessed, he was impaling
himself over and over again on our dicks before Brian realized what was
happening.

In a flash, Brian had jumped up on the bed and slapped Seamus again. "I
said you're done, you fucking whore." He grabs Seamus by his hair and
dragged him off the bed. Seamus never took his eyes away from Brian's, as
the two wrestled off the bed. Seamus fell off while Brian smoothly stepped
around him. Nick and I were in awe of the power the smaller man had
hidden. "You could have watched from the corner. I was even going to give
you a reward for getting on those cocks so fast. But now you're going to
lay here and eat our scraps."

Brian moves Seamus to lay on the floor facing up. He squeezes his ankles
around Seamus' head to keep him between his legs. Paul's hole was still
hanging over the bed. "Boys, come and worship my cock. Paul turn
around. You have another mess to make."

Paul turns back around while Nick and I position ourselves on the floor,
eye level with Brian's monster. Our knees were pushing against Seamus and
our cocks were inches from his face, out of reach. I give Seamus' balls
another slap. Brian looks at me with daggers in his eyes and I bring my
hands back to him.

Brian slowly enters Paul's throat while the two of us lick it end to end. I
could taste Paul all over it. When he enters Paul fully, Nick and I meet
above Paul's face to make out with each other, periodically letting our
spit hit Seamus' face below us. All he could do was watch, locked between
Brian's feet. Brian pushed deep into Paul's throat and Paul spit up around
it, aiming it all at Seamus on the ground.

We continued worshiping Brian's cock until he started pushing into Paul
harder with more finality. "I'm gonna blow. Don't swallow Paul." He thrust
and thrust into Paul until finally, he came into Paul's mouth. "Fuck!" he
called out, pumping rope after rope onto the man's open mouth. Most of it
made it in, but some hit his face and eyes. "Don't move."

Nick and I stood up and started jerking ourselves, having been edging since
Seamus was put on the floor. Brian puts his arms around each of us, kissing
us on the lips once each as we stroke.

"I'm cumming" Nick called out.

"Me too" I added.

"Okay boys. You know where to aim. You too, Paul." Brian pulls away from
Paul and the two of us explode onto Seamus' face. Paul simply turns around
and spits out Brian's load onto it. His face, already coated in slime and
spit was complete. He simply stared up at the four of us standing over him.

"Did you learn your fucking lesson babe?"

Seamus nods, as best as he can. Brian simply lets a glob of spit drip out
of his mouth onto his husband's face.

"Good boy." Brian finally released him and Seamus simply sat up. He didn't
move to wipe his face or crawl away. As the rest of us cleaned up, he
stayed in the same spot, covered in our fluids.

***

"I'm impressed Terry." Brian says, walking out of the bathroom with a warm
towel. We're all dressed, except for Seamus, a big hairy mess, still
sitting on the floor by the bed. "Even getting this bitch in on it,"
pointing at Paul who while dressed, still looked like he just came from an
orgy.  "Now, if you'll excuse us, I need some time with my husband." He
leans down and starts wiping Seamus' face.

I go through my pocket and leave the room key. "It's paid for through
tomorrow, courtesy of Paul."

Brian looks up once more. "Thanks Paul. Well, you have our attention
Terry."

I smirk. "I know."  I look at Nick and Paul. "You guys good?" They both
nod. I wave at Brian and Seamus, who both wave back. Seamus finally tried
to stand up and Brian grabbed his arm to help and led him to the bed. He
laid down and Brian continued to delicately clean him off and massage
him. We all head out of the room and close the door behind us. The last
thing I see was Brian kissing Seamus' balls. They were pretty red from the
days events.

When we are back in the car, Nick turns to me. "That was fucking wild man!
You have to bring me to the next one!"

"We'll see. Pretty sure the next on my list is a top."

"Ah man. Aren't you a top too?"

"Nah, it's just been way easier to be the top in this crowd."

"You could say that again." Paul says laughing.

Three dads down.

***

Your donations keep Nifty running. You can donate using the link
https://donate.nifty.org/