Date: Mon, 21 Feb 2005 08:33:12 -0800 (PST)
From: Sin Titulo <sintitulo2@yahoo.com>
Subject: Fly Fishing II

Fly Fishing II
by
Sin Titulo


	My life got a little easier once I realized I'd been
on the wrong path sexually for most of it.  Jon was a
good teacher, and I learned all about masculine sex.
With his expert demonstrations, I eventually became
his favorite cocksucker, and he became by favorite
piece of ass.  We joked about all the time I'd wasted
chasing cunt, and how pitiful my two marriages had
been.  There was nothing I wouldn't do to make him
happy and the same went for him.  Our sex just got
better and better as we got to know each other better
and better.
	After a few weeks of winding up my dead end job, and
my former life, I moved into his farmhouse, and into
his bed permanently.   I loved climbing in with him on
those cold Pennsy nights and feeling his naked body
next to mine.  He loved sucking my cock while I sucked
his and after falling to sleep nestled in the crook of
each other's body.  Best of all, was waking in the
morning knowing that we had each other for another
day.
	That first Spring we were together a year, he
surprised me by flying us both to London for our
aniversary together.  We stayed in a fancy hotel
across the park from Buckingham Palace.  We saw
everything and went to plays until I couldn't keep
them separated in my mind.  He also introduced me to
classical music with performances at Albert Hall by
the Royal Philharmonic, and the London Symphony at the
Barbazon, and St. Martins in the Field.  I got a fast
education in the arts and culture.  When we tired of
London, he asked if I wanted to go on to Paris and
Rome, or back to New York to meet some of his friends.
 I couldn't make my mind up, so we flipped a coin, and
New York won.
	He made some calls, and when we landed at Kennedy,
there was a stretch limo waiting for us.  We were
taken directly to a welcome home party for Jon by his
friends.  The loft belonged to a well known painter,
and as we stepped off the elevator on his floor, a
butler type told us it was a nude only party, and we
had to leave our clothes with him.  Jon laughed at my
embarassment, but began to help me peel out of my
travel clothes.  He stripped me totally, and the
butler handed me a pair of fleecy house shoes, while
he eyed my hanging cock and balls.
	Jon was soon nude as well, and slipping into his
houseshoes, he led the way through the doors to the
noisy party in progress.  When the men inside began to
realize Jon had arrived, they began to clap and
whistle.   There must have been a hundred men of
various ages in the large room.  A young waiter, also
nude except for his houseshoes and a black bow tie
around his neck, glided up and offered a tray of
drinks with various choices.  Jon took a Manhattan and
I  did as well.  He took my hand and led me into the
noisy wall of men introducing me as we met each old
friend.  I had no hope of ever remmembering their
names, but they didn't seem to care about anything
other than that we were there.
	I noticed that half the room had been carpeted with
what looked like small wrestling mats.   Jon told me
they were called tatami mats and were what the
Japanese used in their homes instead of furniture.
Several men were already spralled on the mats, either
talking or necking.  Several had erections being
fondled by other men.  Jon pulled my ear down to his
mouth and whispered.
	"This is going to get wild before the night is over.
I hope none of what is going to happen will shock
you."
	"It probably will Jon, but I can deal with it.  Are
we expected to participate?"
	"It's in our honor, and you won't have a choice.
These queens will eat you alive if you don't go
along."  As he was finishing telling me this, a young
man walked up to me and instead of shaking hands as I
expected, he groped my cock and balls, pursing his
lips and sucking in his breath.  He then leaned over
and licked my chest.  Jon laughed, and introduced me
to what must have been Kevin number 7 or 8.  I'd never
remember, so I just shrugged and went with the flow.
Kevin 7 or 8 was suddenly on his knees, licking my
balls.  I stepped back and turned to look at Jon for
his instruction, but he had turned away and was making
his way toward a knot of men piled up on the tatami
mats near the center of the room.
	Kevin didn't bother to ask, but swallowed my limp
cock, and started blowing me up hard.  Once he'd
accomplished his goal, he stood up, and patted my
inflated tool, and smiled at me.  "There.  That's
better isn't it.  Everybody can see what Jon's landed
in the boondocks.  Not too shabby honey.  Any more
like you running around loose in the country?"  He
laughed, and after pecking me on the cheek, turned and
walked away.  I looked around, but Jon was lost in the
crowd.  I caught another waiter with a tray of drinks
and deposited my empty glass.  I selected another
Manhattan, and started a solo stroll around the edges
of the room.  I noticed that one side had several good
sized bedrooms complete with kingsized beds.  The
kitchen area was set up like a restaurant, and several
men nude except for aprons, were cooking things and
serving food to men lined up waiting for their orders.
 I asked for a burger, and as I waited, a short fellow
came up and began talking to me, forced to shout over
the loud music that had begun to play.  I couldn't
make out his words, so I leaned down and cupped my
hand behind my ear.  He took the opportunity to stick
his tongue in my ear.  When I straightend up the chef
handed me a plate with the burger I'd ordered.  Since
I had both hands full then, shorty took me by the
elbow and led me toward the nearest bedroom.  Once
inside, he shut the door, and locked it.  He told me
in the suddenly reduced noise level to sit on the bed,
he wanted to talk to me.  He sat down beside me, and
put a hand on my bare leg.  I set my drink on the
floor near my foot, and took a bite of my burger.
	He told me his name was Maynard B., and that he's
been one of Jon's lovers in the past.  He told me a
few stories of their time together.  After a while he
grew pensive.  Finally he looked at me and asked me if
Jon was doing alright.
	"Of course," I said.  "Why do you ask?"
	"Oh, no reason in particular.  A group of us were
just wondering why he bailed out of the rat race so
early.  It raised a few eyebrows let me tell you.
Rumors were thick and unsubstantiated.  You're the
first person we've had access to to try to get the
scoop."
	"I haven't heard him say anything other than he
thought he had socked enough away to be able to retire
and try to enjoy the rest of his life."
	"Humm. . ."Shorty mused.  "Does it look like he
wasn't having a good time here with his friends?"  I
shrugged and took another bite of burger.  I thought
about his words as I chewed.
	"You think there may be a problem?"  I swallowed
after asking the question with my mouth full.
	"All I'm saying is he raised a few eyebrows when he
dropped out of this circut like he did.  After all, he
started it.  This is really a continuation of a party
he started several years ago."
	"I haven't a clue why he did what he did other than
what I've already told you."  I took another bite.
	"Well, he's back at least for tonight.  That's better
than nothing.  He seems very proud of you.  But you
know that don't you."  He squeezed my half hard cock
with is free hand, and swallowed the rest of his
drink.  "Can I do anything for you?"
	"Like what?"
	"I suck like a vaccume.  Jon used to say I could suck
the chrome off a door handle."
	"Uh. . .not right now thanks.  I'm eating."  He stood
up and touched his empty glass to his eyebrow and
unlocked the bedroom door.
	"See you around guy.  Hope I get a shot before the
night is over."  He stepped out the door, leaving it
slightly ajar.  Through the opening, I could watch the
party in progress as I finished my burger.  I washed
it down with the last of my Manhattan, and ate the
cherry for dessert.
	In the main room, sex was beginning to happen in a
large way.  Men had paired off in twos and threes, and
even larger groups.  The food and drink was now
ignored, and when I stepped out of the room, I saw the
chefs were cleaning up their kitchen area, and
removing their aprons to join in the fun.  The
bartenders were already in the mix.  The poor waiters
were still moving about collecting dirty glasses and
dishes and bussing them to the kitchen where a gouple
of guys with thick metal collars on were washing them,
and after drying, putting them away.  I wandered in
and out of the groups, looking for Jon, without much
luck.  Occassionally as I strolled past a knot of
excited flesh, an hand would reach out and grope me,
or touch my ass cheek as I passed.  The scene was so
new to my newly discovered gay sensabilities, I hardly
knew where or even how to start.  In the far corner, I
sat down on a large leather covered chair, and just
watched for a while.  Finally I spotted Jon, in a
group of about seven men who had gotten themselves
connected cocks to buttholes, in a chain of fucking.
I wondered if the act had a name, since most gay
sexual activities seemed to.  I watched for a while,
and could plainly see that he was enjoying himself.
It caused me to wonder again what Shorty's words could
mean.  Why would Jon give up this scene he so
obviously loved to isolate himself in the Pennsy
country side. It puzzled me as it puzzled his friends.
	I stood up, and sauntered over to the chain of men.
I touched Jon on the shoulder, and he leaned toward me
and we kissed deeply.  He finally broke the kiss and
asked if I wanted in the chain.  I thought about it
for a second and declined.  He stroked my half hard
cock a time or two, and told me to relax and have some
fun.  He was hearing, he said, that his friends
thought he'd found a good one.  He kissed me again,
and said he really had, and that he was truly happy
for the first time in his adult life.
	I left the chain humping away, and strolled back to
the same chair.  I was feeling the two Manhattans I'd
had, and wondered how strong the sweet drinks had
been.  I felt like the flight from London and the
alcohol was catching up to me.  I was tired, buzzed,
and feeling worried about nothing I could put my
finger on.  While I sat there drousing and watching
the sexual activity everywhere around me, Shorty came
up and sat down on the big overstuffed arm of the
chair.
	"Mind if I join you?"  He leaned down and pecked me
on the cheek.
	"Not at all."
	"You're not having any fun tonight are you?"  He put
his hand on my shoulder to emphacize his words.
	"Not really.  I think I'm tired from the flight, and
I'm not used to drinking hard liquor much.  I usually
stick to beer."
	"Well, we could go back to a bedroom, and you could
crash if you want.  Of course I get to suck that
beautiful dick of yours."  I glanced up at his face,
and he smiled.  I returned the smile, and thought
about how good a nap would be about then.
	"Let's go."  I stood up, a little unstable on my
feet.  Shorty hooked his arm in mine, and led the way
through the writhing bodies, to the same bedroom we'd
been in earlier.  When he closed the door, and locked
it again, the noise level from the big room was nearly
shut out completely.  The bed looked inviting, and I
pulled down the comforter, and fluffed up the pillow.
I sat on the edge, while Shorty dimmed the light in
the lamp with the switch on the cord.  He sat next to
me.
	"A good blow job, and you'll sleep like a baby.  I
guarentee it."  He took my now flacid cock in his soft
hand and began to lightly stroke me.
	"What is your line of work Short. . .er.  I'm sorry,
I guess I don't remember your name."
	"Never mind.  You can call me Mike, or Shorty, as you
were about to do.  Shorty has been my nick name since
I was a kid in highschool,  I can't imagine why
except, would you believe I actually played short stop
position on the baseball team.  I've got the letter
jacket to prove it too.  Or, you could call me Doctor
Shorty, which is what Jon used to call me when we were
still together.  I'm a proctologist."  He sniggered.
	"What's a proctologist do?"  He sniggered again.
	"The best description probably is that I play with
men's butts all day.  I even occassionally stick big
long instruments into them.  I have this neat video
camera in my office I like to stick up men's buttholes
to see what I can see."  He chuckled.  "It's how I met
Jon.  He was into my office for a check up, and when I
scoped him, he threw a bone, and I took care of it for
him.  You'ld be surprised if I told you how many men
get hardons when I start playing around with their
little holes.  You might say I'm an expert at getting
it to happen.  Somethng like 90% will let me suck them
off just so their big dicks will lay down in their
pants again."  He laughed outright.  I was beginning
to like Shorty.
	"So what split you two up?"  I was really getting
drousy, but this little man was filling me in on
aspects of Jon's life before I'd met him.
	"A woman.  You see, I'm married.  My wife found out I
was doing Jon, and he was doing me, and threatened
divorce.  In this state, the woman takes all.  I've
worked too damn hard to have my cake and eat it too to
let her walk off with it just because I'm a cockhound.
 I made a deal with her, that I wouldn't settle into a
single relationship with any one man, which is what
she was worried about, if I could continue to have my
little assides with my friends.  She agreed if it
could be a two way street.  I wasn't really interested
in her cunt anyway, so we sealed the deal legally on
paper, and I keep her in the manor she has grown
accustomed to in our home in Westchester.  She has her
flings with golf and tennis pros and so I've heard,
even the pool kid and possibly the gardner.  I have a
little apartment here in Manhattan, and live for these
parties once a month."
	"What difference then if it OK for you to attend
these parties, why not live with Jon still?"
	"She's afraid I'd be found out if what I had going
was too regular.  She's afraid of the gossip in her
social circle.  It's a small world.  I mean it's all
right to fuck everything with balls and two legs, if
it's hetero.  But fuck a fag, and the tongues wag
incessantly.  She's right.  I now have my freedom, and
she has hers, but that piece of paper we signed
together, would hang me up by the balls and shake
every coin out of my pockets if she found out I was
actually shacked up with a man."
	"You miss Jon?"
	"Well, we weren't in anything but lust you know.  I
think he's a sexy man don't you?"  I nodded, and
yawned.  "You want a blow job?  It'll make you sleep
better."  I tried to think about it, but my mind
seemed to be incapable of it.  I just nodded.  He
grunted his satisfaction, and crawled onto the big
kingsized bed, and I felt his lips doing things to my
cock that felt pleasant and sexy.  By the time he had
me hard enough to get me going, he was in some sort of
trance.  He moaned as he swallowed my shaft, and I
nearly sat up the sensation was so intense.  He began
to suck, and I was certain that if my cock was chrome,
he would have stripped the finish off with a few
passes of his magic mouth.  I dropped my hands to the
back of his head, and started a slow hump into his
throat.  He was moanig continuously by then, and I was
starting to feel my cum rise.  What ever else Shorty
was he was definately a most gifted cocksucker.
	When I started to blow in his throat, my mind flashed
on Jon blowing me for the first time on the little
beach next to the Lehigh river.  I knew without a
doubt, where Jon had learned his cocksucking
technique.  I caught my breath, and groaned as my nuts
turned inside out and disgorged their creamy essence
down Shorty's throat.  He sucked until there was no
more to give, then he stayed on my deflating cock
letting it go soft in his mouth.   When I was flacid
again, he raised up on his knees, and patted my spit
wet cock, and slipped off the bed as I slipped off to
sleep.  I only vaguely remember him closing the door
behind him as he left the room.
	The next thing I knew, some one was in the bed with
me and fondling my ass.  I must have rolled over onto
my stomach at some point, because who ever it was in
bed with me had full access to my butthole, and was
taking full advantage.  The light had been turned off,
and everything was happening by touch and feel.  It
felt good, and I lay there and let him continue giving
as well as getting pleasure.  He carefully spread my
legs apart, and crouched on his knees between them.  I
felt his tongue slide across both my cheeks.  The wet
trail turned cool as he blew gently on them.  I
shivered slightly.  His tongue found its way into my
crack, and he began running it up and down while he
held my cheeks apart with his hands.
	When his tongue found my hole, I twitched.  Jon had
done this to me several times in the year we had been
together, and I had always found it stimulating.  What
I really liked however, was deep penitration.  I loved
Jon's big hard cock probing me to his pubes.  Maybe my
new friend would follow through to the logical
conclusion of his rim job.
	I rocked my hips to let him know that I appreciated
his talented tongue.  He was now busy trying to get as
much of his stiff tongue into me as he could.  I tried
to relax every
muscle I had to give him his way.  He realized my hole
was opening to him, and he began to lap in as deep as
his tongue would reach, and then turn on some suction
as he pulled it out of me.  This went on for a while,
and I realized my cock was stiff again.  Whoever he
was he was damn talented with that tongue.  I moaned,
and tried to turn over enough to see my lover.  He
suddenly slapped my ass with the palm of his hand.  I
reacted instinctively, and forced myself up on my
knees and hands.  He seemed to ignore my movements,
and pushed his face into my hole hard.  I leaned back
against his face, and felt the tongue going crazy in
my hole.
	I dropped back down on my forearms, and left my
raised butt in his face.  I reached between my legs,
and grabbed his leg, pulling him closer.  Once he was
within reach, I grabbed his hard cock in my fist.  It
felt like a good one.  I squeezed it with some vigor,
and he moaned.  I tried to jack him, but the position
was not conducive for it.  I managed to hiss out that
I wanted his cock in my butt.  He pulled out his
tongue, lone enough to say "All in good time."
	I was beginning to pant from his tonguing, and he
sensed that I might be getting close.  He eased out of
me, and slapped my butt again, and stood up on the bed
behind me.  I sighed, anticipating his next moves.  He
put both his hands on my raised ass, and leaned over
me.  I could feel his hardness pressed into my wet
crack.  His cock was thick, and ready.
	"You wanta get fucked baby?"  I breathed a sigh of
relief.
	"Oh yeah man nail my butt for me."
	"Be careful what you wish for babe.  I like it
rough."
	The next thing I felt was his big fuck horn shoving
its way into me.  I moaned with the pain of the
intrusion, but also from the pleasure his thickness
was giveing me.   He hunched his back over my raised
ass, and started plowing my hole like he was planning
to plant corn instead of his own seed.  It didn't take
long for him to get me going.  I reached between my
legs, and fondled his swaying balls, feeling him pull
them almost out of reach before slamming them against
my own with a jarring impact.  I started jacking my
cock, and when he realized what I was up to, he
reached around and grabbed my right tit in his fist
and nearly tore it out by the roots.
	"Yeow!"  I blew the sound out in pain.
	"Let go of your cock butch!  You're going to cum from
the fuck I'm throwing into your hole, or not at all."
I dropped my dick, and put my hands back under my
reclining head and he continued to pound his hips
against my butt.  I had to admit that it felt
wonderful, and that if I got into it a bit more, it
wouldn't be impossible to cum solely from his
thrusting.
	He suddenly pulled out of me leaving my stretched
hole an empty void.  He dived in with his tongue
again, and I jerked from the shock.  I could almost
feel him licking my prostate his tongue felt so long.
He kept this up for another five minutes, then using
force, flipped me over, and lifted my legs up to my
chest.  He held them in place in the hard grip of his
hands, and then plunged his dick back into me as hard
or harder than he had before.  He was pounding my hole
hard, intent on getting the most out of our union.  I
loved it.  Jon had never played rough with me, taking
his time and keeping his lovemaking gentle.  This new
experience would have to be tried with him once we
were alone.  I wondered if he'd like it as much as I
did.
	My fucker, was beginning to groan and was basically
bouncing his long dick into me and pulling it out
almost to the end before bouncing it back into me.  I
was gasping for breath, and clawing his back with my
fingers.  He grunted out a question that I had the
answer to.
	"You getting close butch?"  His words were coming in
gasps as mine did as I answered.
	"Yes. . .uh yes. . .uh yes!"  He groaned again, and
his thrusting stopped on a dime and he began flooding
my hole with his cum.  I heaved a great sigh, trying
to catch my breath.  I felt like I had had the air
knocked out of my lungs.  I finally caught a breath,
and when I drew the sweet air in deep, my cock began
to shoot rope after rope of hot cum up across my chest
and throat.  A gob landed on the side of my nose, and
dripped down into the corner of my mouth.
	"That's it baby.  Get that cum out and drain those
big balls of yours."  He was beginnig to thrust into
me again.  I moaned, feeling things I had never felt
before.  When we both grew quiet in our revery, he
slowly pulled out of me.  He leaned over my chest, and
licked at the hot pools of jism he could obviously
smell.  When he reached my right tit, he bit it hard
enough to leave a mark, and I twisted under him, and
he was suddenly gone.  Before I could collect myself
to turn on the lamp, the door opened and a silhouette
of a man with a long pony tail left the room in the
flood of music and the sounds of laughter of happy men
enjoying themselves without fear of consiquences.
	I laid back on the bed, and thought about what had
just happened.  The fuck had been the best I'd yet
experienced in my short gay life.  I wondered if Jon
knew this man and wether or not he would be ammenable
to inviting him to the farm for a little private
party.  I'm sure if Jon knew this guy's cock, he
wouldn't be opposed.  He didn't seem to be jealous of
sexual activity.  I was learning a whole new ballgame
than the one I'd played with my two ex wives.  Just a
glance at another woman would have intstigated a fight
with eiter of them, that might go on for weeks
complete with a shut down of our sex lives.  I
realized I was well out of that rat trap of what I had
perceived as normalcy.  Being with Jon was far more
rewarding and satisfying.  I knew that if I saw some
guy I wanted to have sex with, Jon was more likely to
help me reach my goal than to spend a second being
jealous.  He might even want to join the fun if the
guy was up for a threesome.
	My mind drifted back to London where he and I had
agreed that a handsome hunk we encountered in a gay
pub in Soho our last night there, would make an
interesting one night stand.  I had spotted the man as
he entered alone.  He was dressed in a business casual
outfit, and had longish curly hair that shown like
spun gold in the amber lights of the barroom.  He
leaned up on the bar and ordered a Guiness draft.
While the landlord worked on the foamy pint, he looked
around the room.  We made brief eye contact, and he
quickly glanced away.  When the landlord slid the
glass to him, I noticed a gold band on his ring finger
as he picked up the glass and drained half of it.  He
looked nervous for some reason.  I pointed him out to
Jon.
	"Let me see if I can read his tea leaves from here,"
Jon took a swallow of his bitters, and looked the man
over carefully.  "Well right off, he's married."
	"I saw."  I sipped my pint.
	"He's got the night off from the wifey, and is
looking for something on the wild side.  He wants an
experience he can't get at home.  He's too afraid to
make a move, so he's hoping some bloke will take a
fancy to him and ask him home for a fondle."  I
laughed.  Jon had slipped into a passible cockney
accent for his assessment of our target.
	"You interested to see what he's got?  I looked at
Jon wondering if he would be angry with me for my
roving eye.  Shy about it, I managed a nod.  "So we
better ask him before the line starts to form."  He
stood up and took a swallow of his beer.  He set the
glass back on the table and strolled over to the hunk
at the bar.  They talked briefly, and I saw them shake
hands.  Jon put his hand on the man's shoulder, and
glanced at me, pointing with his chin.  The man stared
at me like I was some exotic animal in a zoo.  I
thought I could see a kind of hunger in his eyes.  He
looked back at Jon, and nodded his head.  The two
began to make their way back through the crush of men
to our table.
	"This is Ian," Jon introduced us to each other.  Ian
up close was even bigger than he looked at the
distance.  His shoulders were broad, and his neck
looked like he'd played professional football at one
time.  He stood there after we shook hands, nervously
rotating his wedding band on his finger with his
thumb.  His glass of Guiness was half gone.
	"Like another draft?"  I pointed at his glass with my
own in my hand.
	"Right o.  That'll help me relax a little."  He
drained his pint, and I signaled to the keep to bring
another round for all of us.  Ian and Jon scrounged
another chair from a nearby table, and he sat with us.
 The drinks were delivered and Jon paid.  Ian thanked
him and took a deep swallow before sitting the glass
down and wiping a foam catterpillar off his upper lip
with the back of his hand.
	"So, Ian," Jon said.  "What would be your pleasure
tonight?"  Ian ducked his head, and looked at Jon with
watery eyes.
	"Don't know really.  I've never done anything like
this before.  He held up his ring hand and rotated the
gold band as if we hadn't noticed it already.  "Wife's
gone to Brighton to visit her mother for the weekend.
I thought I'd see what the other side was on about."
	"I see," Jon set his glass down.  "A walk on the wild
side. . .While the cat's away. . ."
	"Exactly," Ian ducked his head again.
	"So what do you imagine the other side is on about?"
	"Oh, I hardly know. . .arse fucking I suppose. .
.sucking willie. . .that sort of kit."
	"And you've never. . ."
	"Not ever.  I must say I've given it thought more
than I should, but I've never had the nerve to try
anything."
	"Not even a quick suck in the public loo?"
	"Naw.  I've seen those bloke's messages on the walls,
and the holes through the dividers, but I've never
thought to put my thing in there.  Might be some crazy
punter bite your head off or something.  Naw, I
wouldn't do that."
	"I meant you sucking some guy's cock pushed through
the hole?"  Ian blushed, and ducked his head.
	"Aw that."  He grined sheepishly at both of us and
nodded.  "A time or two, but never regular like.
There's a theater I go to when I need it.  I feel
safer there than in the public, because every bloke
there is into the same thing.  No chance of being
reported to the athorities."  I laughed a little, and
jon smiled.
	"Well, my friend here fancies you tonight.  I
wouldn't mind a bit of you myself, and if you're game,
we have a room at a hotel near by.  Want to toddle
along with us and have some fun?"
	"Might."  He took another swallow and looked around
the crowded room perhaps to see if anything more
appealing to his tastes had arrived.  "Shall we cab it
or walk?"
	"Cab of course.  We must arrive in style or the
Concierge will think we are taking you up to the room
for sex.  I'll tip him well, and maybe he'll think
about joining us after he's relieved later tonight.
I've had my eye on him myself he has a tight little
tush."  He left a tip on the table, and the three of
us made our way through the crowd with various pairs
of knowing eyes following us as we left.
	We arrived at the hotel in a matter of minutes,
having spent the time groping each other.  Ian had a
more than respectible cock and a nice pair of balls
between his legs although he remained soft in his
nervousness.  He seemed tentative at using his hands
on either of us at first, but by the time the cab
pulled up to the rotunda driveway at the rear of the
hotel where we were staying, he was having a good time
already.  The cabby was eyeing us in his rearview, and
when we got out of his cab, I glanced in and saw he'd
been having a good time as well.
	The Concierge greeted us as we entered, and Jon asked
him to have a bottle of whiskey sent up to the room
with a bucket of ice.  There was a small fridge bar in
the room, but no ice.  While we expected Ian to drink
his Scotch neat, we, being Yanks preferred it over the
rocks.  The Concierge said it would be up shortly, and
Jon tipped him well, and we got to the lift just as it
was opening.  A group of Saudis took a moment to empty
out of it and as they were, a glance at the Concierge
proved what Jon had not imagined.  He was watching us
hungryly.  I pointed this out to Jon, and he excused
himself and said he'd be up in a moment, for us to go
on.  He ambled along with the Saudis toward the
Concierge.  The Saudis were gathering around the desk
like a flock of birds, trying their English, asking
for directions to this and that.  Jon made eye contact
with the harried man, and rolled his eyes up
indicating that he was welcome to join us if he
wished.  I saw the Concierge nod as we steppedo on the
lift.
	Ian and I were already in the room when Jon arrived.
I opened the door to his knock, and as he entered, I
gave him a big hug and kiss in thanks for being so
open in our relationship.  Jon hugged me back, and
then walked over to Ian and pulled him up from the
chair he'd seated himself in nervously.  He hugged Ian
as well, and offered to kiss him, but Ian turned his
head at the last moment.
	"Hetero to the last," Jon said to me over his
shoulder.  "Kissing is out, reserved for wifey."
	"Yes, sorry.  I'm not much on kissing blokes."  Ian
ducked his head an smiled shyly.
	"But you like to suck dick right?"  Ian blushed
agaiin, and nodded.   "Well then why don't we get to
it.  Do you like to strip or shall we do it for you?"
He thought about this a moment before asking us to
take his clothes off.
	We surrounded him, Jon in front, me in his rear.  I
lifted his jacket off his broad shoulders, and took it
to the closet and hung it carefully on a carved wooden
hanger the hotel thought was standard issue.  Jon had
removed his tie by the time I returned with a second
hanger.  I draped the bright strip of silk over the
neck of the hanger, and stood ready as Jon handed me
Ian's shirt.  The pale blue material was the finest
Egyptian cotton.  I draped it over my arm awaiting
Ian's slacks.
	When he was stripped to his boxers, undershirt, and
calf high black socks, I hung his clothes in the
closet next to his jacket, and returned to the two men
where they stood.  Ian was sporting a large tent in
his boxers, excited by what was about to happen.  Jon
turned down the bed, and offered Ian the middle.  At
that moment, there was a tap on the door.  When I
answered it, the bell boy entered with a tray and a
bottle of Glenlivit single malt and a bucket of ice.
There was also a sprig of tiny roses in a bud vase.
He set the tray on the counter provided for it, and
glanced at the three of us.  Jon and I were still
fully dressed, but Ian was sitting on the bed in his
skivies, blushing red as a beet.  The bell boy grinned
as Jon fished a bill out of hiis wallet for the boy.
	"Thank you sir," the boy's grin had grown wider as he
accepted the tip.  When he was gone, Jon began to
undress me, and I him.  When we were in our
underclothes and our outerwear was hanging in the
closet next to Ian's, Jon poured us all a heafty three
fingered whiskey, and served them to Ian and I on the
bed before joining us with Ian in the middle.
	Ian's cock had subsided a little, but it still lay
like a large sausage across his hip.  I was begining
to feel the excitement building, and couldn't wait for
the moment when I'd actually get to hold it in my
hands, and taste it's tangy flesh.  I could see from
the outline that he had not been cut.  I'd become such
a cockhound in my year with Jon, I was almost drooling
at the thought of what this man's snake could do to
me.  We finished our drinks, and Jon asked Ian if he
wanted more, or if he was comfortable.  He
acknowledged that he might feel a little more relaxed
with a second.  Jon got out of the bed to pour it, and
I began to massage Ian's thigh nearest me.  I got
almost an instant responce from his thick cock.  It
seemed to turn over in his boxers, and began to
lengthen immediately.  It swelled in size, and before
Jon could return with the Scotch, the head of the
snake was pushing out of the elastic band of his
shorts.  After it emerged, the fleshy cover began ro
pull back to reveal a large blood engorged head.  His
piss slit was enormous, almost three quarters of an
inch.  The portent of such a large opening was
promising.
	Jon slipped back into the bed and handed Ian his
drink.  The big man tossed off the three fingers, and
handed the empty glass back to Jon who placed it on
the night table.  He then, laid his head across Ian's
chest, and began to tweak his nipples through the
ribbed cloth of his undershirt.  The nibs rose to
rigid mounds quickly, and Jon lifted the shirt in the
front to reveal a thick thatch of reddish blond hair
with a substantial trail of it leading down into his
boxers.  Jon suctioned onto Ian's left tit, and the
big man moaned.  Jon sucked the mound hard, tonguing
it well as he tweaked the right one with his thumb and
forefinger.  Ian responded with almost a whine.
	"My god man what are you doing to me?  I've never
imagined anything about me tits."
	I began to squeeze his now hardened shaft, and pulled
the elastic band down in front, and hooked it under
his large set of balls.  His rampant cock was at least
twelve inches, and thick as a salami I'd seen hanging
in an Italian deli.  "Fuck," I moaned, and leaned over
to lick the massive tool I had no hope of actually
getting into my mouth. and probably not even my ass.
I sat up and asked Ian how he fucked his wife with
such a monster.   He grinned, and admtted that she
didn't go for it very often.  That she complained of
it hurting her cunt.
	"I can well imagine," I said, going back to licking
him.  "Now I know why you don't stick it through the
holes in the public tiolets.  They probably aren't big
enough to accomodae you."
	"That's right mostly."  Jon raised up and looked down
at the monster we were discussing, and whistled
through his teeth.
	"Man can you pick ém."  He abandoned Ian's chest, and
joined me in tonguing the shaft of the massive cock
that now was turning purple with blood.  "You thinking
you want to try this thing up your chute?"  I moaned
that I would.  "Well, we'll have to grease you both up
good before so he doesn't do any damage."  I agreed.
Jon got off the bed and went to the bathroom.  He was
shortly back with a tube of cream.  He told me to
raise up so he could prepare the way.  He squeezed a
massive gob of cream onto my hole, and began working
it into me with his fingers.  Before long, I could
feel he was pulling and stretching my sphincter to get
it accustomed to what was to come.  It took a while,
but in the mean time, I continued to lick and suck
around Ian's cock head.  I had it glisteniing with my
spit by the time Jon thought me ready to try.  He
squeezed a healthy dollop of the cream onto Ian's
cock, and spread it around with his hand.  When Ian
was slathered with it, Jon raised the big missle to an
upright position, holding it by the base, and told me
it was probably best if I sat on it.  I quickly got
into position, and felt the head of the massive dick
at my hole.  I relaxed as much as possible, and felt
him begin to slip in.  He groaned as my tight muscles
kissed and then hungryly envloped his exposed cock
head.  Once the head had penetrated my hole, I knew I
could take him to the base.  It took a while gradually
lowering myself an inch at a time, but at some point,
he was suddenly comfortable to me, and I sat down
completely feeling hiis thatch of pubic hair scratchy
on my cheeks.  Jon whistled through his teeth again.
	"I had my doubts you could take him."  He leaned
between us, and kissed me with his tongue.  Ian placed
his big hands on both our shoulders, and squeezed.
We broke our kiss, and I looked down at Ian.
	"You ready to fuck me man?"  He closed his eyes, and
humped up into my hole.  His huge shaft had nowhere to
go.  "Sit up Ian, and I'll hold on to your neck, and
you and then get off the bed and lay me across it.
You'll be in the perfect position to fuck me as hard
as you want.  He groaned and did as I asked.
	Once I was stretched out across the bed, my legs
wrapped around his waist, he leaned over me and began
to pump me up.  The man was a master at fucking.  His
big shaft was covered with thick veins and ridges that
played a wonderful tune on my sensitive hole.  His
massive flaired cockhead was rubbing my prostate raw
with pleasure.  He stood vertical but continued to
fuck in and out of my hole.  Jon slipped between us,
and spread his knees on either side of my head, his
long cock positioned above my mouth.  He swallowed me
down and was soon bobbing like a plover on my
hardness.  I took him in and just sucked.  I was in no
position to move around much, and he realized it.
	Ian was ramming me and moaning like a whore,
stuttering that it was the tightest cunt he'd ever had
the pleasure.  I was so full of cock, I could feel my
bladder under pressure.  I knew I was about to cum,
but couldn't manage to say anything with Jon buried in
my throat.  My first volly of jizz took Jon by
surprise, and he pulled back until he could taste it.
As he was suctioning my nuts dry, he began to unload.
When I had swallowed all he had to offer, he shrank in
my mouth, and pulled off my still hard cock.  He
rolled out of bed, and poured himself another drink.
	Ian was lost in the fuck, and showed no signs of
wearing out soon.  After he had ploughed me seriously
for ten minutes, my cock began to spew cum again.
Where I got it from I'll never understand.  I felt
drained.  Jon leaned over and licked up the puddles of
white cream.  Ian opened his tightly closed eyes and
announced he was about to cum as well.  When he
started, I felt his cock get slicker, and then I felt
hot cum pouring out of my hole around his thickness.
Apparently he had me so full of dick, his cum was
being forced out around himself.  He fucked several
shots of his love juice into me, and between gasps of
pleasure, kept shouting the word "fuck," over and
over.
	He didn't want to pull out of me, but eventually, the
monster began to go soft.  When I pushed down with my
stomach muscles, it slipped out followed by a gush of
cum mxed with my ass juices.  Jon's favorite mixture.
He was on me in an instant, lapping and sucking until
I was clean as a baby after a bath.  He then turned
his attention to Ian's massive tool hanging long
between his legs.  He took the soft thing in his
throat, and cleaned him as well.  Ian was almost woozy
from the fuck and the drinks.  He swayed on his feet,
and finally, when Jon was finished, sat on the edge of
the bed again.
	"That was fucking great bloke.  I've never fucked
anything so tight.  Even though the missus complains
about it hurting, her puss is sloppy wet compared to
your arse.  How long are you two in London?  I could
do this again."
	Unfortunately, we only had part of another day before
leaving.  He had to work, so we never saw him again.
The Concierge never showed up, even though Jon was
certain he had wanted to join us.  Ian was our only
extra currecular encounter in our relationsship to
that point in time.  Now, at this party, I had had two
different experiences without  Jon's knowledge, but
then, he was having a few of his own with is friends.
I felt a bit lonely, and wanted him to be with me.  I
got up, and walked out of the bedroom into the main
party room.
	I had no idea of the time, but here and there I could
see men sleeping in each other's arms.  The waiters
were moving through the still bodies, laying down
comforters over the sexually exhausted bodies.  I
walked around until I found Jon sleeping with Shorty
on the mats.  They had already been covered with a
comforter, so I lifted the edge next to Jon, and
slipped under.  He moaned in his sleep, and spooned
into my body.  I pulled his arm over my chest, and
kissed his knuckles.  He opened his hand and stroked
my chest.  I felt his lips on my ear.
	"Have agood time?"  He whispered.  I didn't answer,
with words, but instead moved my butt against his
flacid cock, and felt him push back against me.
"Ummm. . ."  His soft snore told me he had a great
time.

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