Date: Fri, 1 Mar 2024 15:14:10 -0600
From: Deadpan Don <deadpandon13@gmail.com>
Subject: Donny and Friends Chapter 16

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Donny and Friends
Chapter 16

The sharp pain of Buck's massive cockhead penetrating my boy-pussy
snapped my attention back to the hunk beneath me.  Buck's piercing blue
eyes were glued to my face, his strong hands gripping my hips.  He pulled
down on me and another inch of his rock hard cock slid into my ass.  It
hurt, yes, but it was not the worst I'd ever felt.  Toby and Jack's
double penetration of me had been much more painful.  This pain was quite
manageable actually, and I knew from experience that it would pass
quickly.  I smiled down at him and pushed myself back harder on his cock,
taking another couple inches inside.

I reached behind me and felt the massive penis I was partially impaled
on.  My fingers came away covered in slick lube - Buck's cock and my ass
had both been well prepared for this.  I raised up and literally threw
myself back down on Buck's rod driving it entirely into me the rest of
the way.  This time I cried out as the pain was sharp and I could feel it
much deeper than ever before!  Buck chuckled as he lay beneath me.  His
hands began roaming up and down my sides, caressing my bare flesh beneath
his fingers.

"Just sit still and get used to it," he whispered to me.

The room was occasionally spinning; I was more drunk than I'd ever been
up to that point.  I supposed that probably helped with the pain, too.  I
stared down into Buck's chiseled face, our eyes glued together, as the
seconds passed while my ass became accustomed to his cock.

I felt movement on the couch beside me and I glanced over to see that Mr.
C. and Suzie were gone and had been replaced.  Toby was flat on his back,
the top of his sandy blond head pressed tightly against my leg.  His arms
were extended in both directions as if he'd been trying to catch his
balance.  Then my eyes focused on the dark shape just beyond Toby - it
was Ty.  I realized Ty must have just carried Toby over here and plopped
him down on the couch beside Buck and me.  Ty spread Toby's legs wide
and leaning forward, he shoved his huge black cock back right up inside
my boyfriend's ass.

Toby moaned with the penetration, then cooed in a husky voice, "Oh, Ty,
you're so big!"

"Now, now," Ty growled, playfully.  "What did I tell you to call me,
baby?" he prodded Toby.

Toby smiled drunkenly up at the big black man.  "Daddy," he giggled.
Then raising a hand he placed it on Ty's shoulder and slid it down
across the black man's huge chest.  "Fuck me hard, Daddy!" he said.
Then Toby cried out and began a rhythmic, "ungh, ungh, ungh!" with each
of Ty's thrusts into him.

My memory goes a little hazy at that point, unfortunately.  The next
lucid moment I remember I'm flat on my back on the couch, my legs are in
the air and Buck is plowing my ass for all he's worth.  I can feel
myself sliding across the cushions with each of Buck's powerful
thrusts.  I felt disconnected, almost like I was having an out of body
experience or something.  I was aware of what was happening, but I didn't
really feel anything.  I brought my hand up and felt my belly and
realized it was covered in jizz.

`This can't all be mine, can it?' I thought to myself.

Suddenly, Ty's face seemed to just materialize above me.  He leaned down
and kissed me ever so gently on the lips.  Then moving to my ear he
licked it.

"I'm afraid I wore your boyfriend out," he whispered.  "He finally
fell asleep on me."  Ty pulled back a little and kneeled beside me on
the floor.  He began to caress the top of my head with one hand and my
chest with the other.  All the while Buck continued to plow my ass.

"He took four loads from me before he passed out," Ty announced proudly
and then chuckled.  "Damn, I love blond white boys!" he exclaimed.
Turning to Buck he said, "You two been fuckin' all night!  How many
loads've you pumped into him?"

Buck just growled and slammed into me one more time then froze for a few
seconds before he gave a couple more slow thrusts and withdrew, sitting
back down on the couch.

"That was six," he smirked at Ty.  "And before you ask, that spunk
covering his belly is all his.  It seemed to be flowing constantly for a
while there!  Challenged me to just keep going!" he finished with a
laugh.

"Goddamn!" Ty exclaimed appreciatively.

"I know!" Buck chuckled.  "Might be a record.  At least since we quit
working the party circuit, it is for sure."

Buck's hand came down and caressed my thigh gently.

"He's just got the sweetest ass, this one does," Buck said, looking me
right in the eyes.  "I'd come back and tap it anytime he wants."

I realized that while he was carrying on a conversion with Ty, he was
really speaking to me.  I smiled up at him and winked.  "I'd like
that," I said.

The two friends (and porn stars!) got up and wandered, naked, into the
kitchen at that point.  I wanted to get up and follow them but I was just
too exhausted... and sore!  I stayed where I was and glanced around the
living room as best as I could.  Toby was sprawled on a beanbag beside
the couch, snoring softly.  I couldn't see anybody else from where I
was, then I noticed pre-dawn light coming in through the windows.  I
closed my eyes for a second... you know, just to rest for a moment...


I was awakened the next morning (11:45 AM is still morning, right?) by
Mrs. C. as she made her way through the living room to the kitchen.  She
was wearing that floor length, fluffy white robe of hers.  Her hair was a
bit disheveled, and she'd cleaned the makeup off her face.  She was
still beautiful.  She was humming a Christmas carol.  I realized it was
her subtle way of telling me and Toby to wake up and tend to ourselves
without addressing us directly.  We were still naked and covered in dried
cum after all.  But when I tried to sit up my hangover came crashing down
on me.

It was a struggle, but I managed to get up.  I roused Toby, who was still
asleep, and we retreated upstairs to get cleaned up.  We both waddled a
bit painfully, our asses extremely sore, flakes of dried cum falling off
us the entire way.  We went directly to the shower, hopped in together
and cleaned ourselves up.  We washed each other and kissed a little but
that was it - our heads were pounding and we were both still spent.  We
remained mostly quiet, the previous night's activities still fresh in
our heads, and well, talking just hurt our heads.  We dried each other
off and then wrapped towels around our waists and headed out to find the
others.

Our bedroom was empty, but when I glanced into Jack's I found Jack,
Hank, and Marcus all cuddled together on Jack's large bed.  They were
still asleep and in sort of in a triple spoon - Jack in the middle
cuddling Hank, with Marcus behind Jack and his arm over both of them.
Despite my pounding head, I found the sight just adorable.

We decided to leave them be.  I glanced in the clubhouse room, but nobody
was there.  I briefly wondered where Cullen and porn stars might be, but
was hurting too much to care.  So we went back to our bedroom and laid
down on the bed to wait for the pounding in our heads to stop.

"Donny, Toby," Mr. C.'s voice echoed through my skull!  Why was he
shouting?  "Boys," he continued, "here; sit up and drink this.  It'll
help.  I promise."

I pried one eye open and saw Mr. C. sitting on the edge of the bed
holding two glasses filled with a milky substance.  Neither Toby nor I
moved.

"Come on, now.  It's already noon," Mr. C. urged us.  "This will make
you feel much better.  Buck and his friends have gone and Cullen is
downstairs helping your mom make brunch.  You boys all need to refuel
after last night."

The mention of food made my stomach flip and I groaned.

Toby finally pulled himself up and took one of the glasses and took a
tentative sip.

"Agh!  That's foul!" he exclaimed, and immediately regretted the volume
of his own voice!

"I know, son," Mr. C. said.  I could tell he was whispering but he
sounded so loud.  "It does taste bad, but it works on hangovers.
Guaranteed."

I sat up and took the other glass.  It was then that I noticed Mr. C. was
wearing his Asian themed silk robe, but it wasn't closed in front at
all.  From a sitting position I could easily see his impressive, flaccid
penis hanging over an equally impressive set of hairy balls.  Mr. C.
noticed my wide-eyed gaze and smirked.

"I'll be more careful covering up if it bothers you, Donny," Mr. C.
said with a wink.  "I just figured since you saw it in action last night
that we'd likely crossed that barrier."

"No!" I exclaimed, perhaps a bit too quickly.  "I mean, I don't mind.
At all," I finished awkwardly.

Mr. C. just grinned, and stood turning to face us, which placed his
dangling member even more on display.  I took a huge draw of the nasty
hangover reliever.  And oh, my God!  Was it terrible!

Toby seemed to experience a dry heave as he finished his glass and handed
it back to Mr. C.

"Jesus, Dad!" he exclaimed.  "That stuff is awful!  What is it?"

Mr. C. stood there watching me struggle to get all of my glass down.
Finally, he answered, "I've never lied to you boys.  So let me just say
I'd rather not tell you.  The less you know..." he trailed off.

There was silence for a moment as I finished.

"Well, thanks, Dad," Toby finally said sarcastically, but in a joking
kind of way.

"Thanks, Mr. C.," I said, handing him back the empty glass.  He strode
to the door, then turned back to face us.  His dick swung back and forth
as he moved, drawing my attention to it.

"Donny," he said, which reluctantly pulled my eyes up to his face.  "I
think I'd really like it if you started calling me `Dad.'  No pressure,
mind you," he finished with a warm smile.  "But do think about it."
 And with that he turned and was gone.

We sat there a moment staring after him.  Finally, Toby turned to me and
said, "I am starting to feel better.  I wonder what that shit was."

"I dunno," I just mumbled, my eyes still on the open doorway.

Toby watched me for a moment, then with an evil grin, he said, "You
know... Ty had me call him `Daddy' last night while he fucked me.  Maybe
Dad wants to fuck you?"

"WHAT?!" I yelled at him incredulously, embarrassed, but honestly
wondering - maybe hoping - the same thing.

Laughing and both already feeling much better, we lunged at each other,
wrestling on the bed.  It wasn't long before the towels wrapped around
our waists were shed revealing we both had raging hard-ons.  We obviously
really wanted to fuck at this point, but both of us having been
thoroughly ravaged the night before we each wanted to top.  Usually I was
no match for Toby, but somehow I managed to hold my own, neither of us
really getting the upper hand.

"What's going on in here?" Jack asked as he stood in the doorway drying
his hair.  He was obviously straight from the shower.

We paused and stared at him for a moment.

"Hey, why aren't you hungover?" Toby asked.

Jack chuckled and said, "Because I know how to pace myself and I can
hold my liquor!"  He took another step inside the room, still drying his
hair as he spoke, but otherwise completely naked.  His cock hung limply
between his legs, his leg and groin hair still damp from his shower.

"Hey, wait a minute," he began.  "Why aren't you two hung..." but he
didn't get to finish that thought.

Now, before I continue this narrative, I want to make a couple things
crystal clear.  Whatever else was in Mr. C.'s magic hangover remedy, it
apparently contained at least one controlled substance if not more,
because Toby and I were high as kites at this point and only soaring
higher, we just didn't realize it.

Secondly, as a group, consent is one of our core values.  I would like to
think that had Jack actually resisted us, even in the state in which we
found ourselves, that we would have relented.  But he didn't resist, and
not out of fear either, but because he loved and trusted us completely.
Even misplaced as that trust probably was in our current judgment
impaired state.

"Why aren't you two hung..."

Toby and I simultaneously leapt from the bed laughing and landed on Jack,
tackling him to the floor.  It sent his towel flying and momentarily
knocked the wind out of him.  We each grabbed an arm and literally threw
the larger 18-year-old onto our bed.  We didn't quite get him there,
though.  He landed on the edge and slid to the floor settling on his butt
with an, "Ooff!"

As he caught his breath, he looked up at both of us now standing right in
front of him, our rock hard dicks inches from his face!

"Okay," he smirked up at us, "let's do this."  He took our cocks in
his hands and leaned forward licking up the pre-cum that had pearled on
my piss slit.

Jack's sandy blond hair was not as long as Toby's or mine, but there was
plenty enough to get a good handful.  Which is exactly what I did.  I
jerked his head back causing his eyes and mouth to both open wide.  I
bent forward and spit forcefully in his face.  I don't know why I did it,
I seemed to be on autopilot.

Toby followed my lead and hacked up a loogie, which he spit directly into
Jack's open mouth.  Then without giving him any time to react, I shoved
my cock into Jack's mouth as far as it would go.  Now, I'm not that big,
as I've mentioned before.  Still the head of my cock easily tickled
Jack's uvula, causing him to sputter and gag.

I pounded away at him, fucking his mouth for a few minutes before I
pulled completely out.  I looked down on his beautiful, masculine face,
now slick with drool and tears.  His eyes were watering but he wasn't
crying, no.  His hands were down at his sides grasping the edge of the
comforter that had slid off the bed in his fists.  He was determined to
take whatever punishment Toby and I dealt out.  Take it and revel in it.
We were Jack's brothers, his friends, and his lovers.  Whatever was going
on with us, he sensed we had a mighty need just now, and he was going to
do whatever it took to fulfill that need.

Toby reached out and took Jack's head in both hands, and drove his cock
hard into Jack's mouth.  Toby was at least an inch longer than me, so he
was definitely entering Jack's throat.  Jack was gagging and sputtering,
coughing up huge quantities of slobber around Toby's cock.

I got down on my knees and watched the abuse up close.  Jack's face was
red and his lips were already puffy.  His hands were now on Toby's hips
pushing back occasionally to sneak a ragged breath.  Looking back now, I
can't believe he let us, a couple of 16-year-olds, punish him so.  God, I
love that man!

I reached out and placed a hand on Jack's chest while Toby continued to
viscously face fuck him.  The thin patch of chest hair he had was wet
with his own sputtered saliva that had dripped off his chin.  I slid my
hand up until I could wrap my thumb and fingers around his throat and I
began to squeeze.

Jack's eyes, which had been tightly shut, flew open and darted in my
direction in a panic.  His hands left Toby's hips and grabbed my
forearm.  We stared into each other's eyes for a moment.  But he did not
pull my hand away and I did not squeeze any tighter.  After a moment, the
panic in Jack's eyes faded and was replaced with something else -
acceptance, resolve.

He put one hand back on Toby's hip who was moderating his thrusts now,
varying his tempo, making it last.  Jack didn't push on Toby anymore, so
he was apparently getting enough to breathe.  His other hand remained on
my forearm, gripping it lightly.  I'm not really sure where my head was
at this point.  My initial thought, as I recall, was that I wanted to
feel Toby's cock sliding into Jack's throat.  Of course Toby wasn't
actually big enough for that.  But once my fingers were around Jack's
throat I just wanted to squeeze it.  I don't know why.

I glanced down and saw Jack was fully hard.  I took his rigid cock in my
other hand and stroked it.  This caused Jack's eyes to roll back in his
head and my fingers were rewarded with a gush of precum.  I looked back
at Jack's face which, despite Toby's abuse, had a somewhat serene
expression.  I began to squeeze his throat harder and another gush of
precum washed over my fingers on his cock.

Toby suddenly released Jack and stepped back a few paces.  He was
breathing heavily and he crouched down with his hands and feet on the
floor.  It struck me as looking very animalistic in nature.  I suspected
he'd almost orgasmed and was trying to pull it back.

I turned my gaze away from Toby and back to Jack.  He was also breathing
heavy, or at least as heavy as he could with my hand partially
constricting his windpipe.  His hand was still on my forearm but his grip
was light.  His head was leaning back against the bed but his eyes were
locked on me.  I stared into those green pools, their mix of dark and
lighter shades seemed to swirl as I gazed.  Damn, I was trippin'.

I released my grip on his throat and sat on his thighs, mashing our cocks
together.  Taking his head in both hands I immediately began licking his
face, cleaning it off and replacing his saliva with mine.  I felt his
hands on my back and sides and when my mouth approached his our tongues
did battle.

Suddenly I felt something wet tapping on my nose and cheek.  I opened my
eyes to see Toby was now standing beside us, one hand entwined in Jack's
hair, the other flicking his drooling cock against both our faces.
Instantly, Jack and I broke our kiss and began licking and kissing
Toby's cock as he thrust it back and forth between us.

"Mmmm," Toby moaned.  "This is a sight," he cooed.  "Both my boys,
at my feet, worshiping my dick.  We need to do this more often."

With a smirk, Toby pulled on Jack's hair.  "Open," he commanded.

Jack dutifully opened his mouth wide and Toby pulled him onto his cock,
going deep.  Then I felt Toby take hold of a good handful of my hair.  He
pulled out of Jack, and looking down at me he commanded me to `open'
this time.  You know by now I have a bit of a submissive nature and this
just felt so right!  I opened my mouth and my boyfriend shoved his cock
inside.

"Fuuuuck," Toby just kept repeating over and over.

We continued like this for a while, Toby going back and forth between
Jack's mouth and mine.  Jack had reached down between us and was jacking
our two cocks together.  I was getting close when Toby finally released
both of us and stepped back.

"Enough!" he yelled.  I could see he'd edged himself almost past the
point of no return again.  He took a few deep breaths and then said, "I
wanna fuck you, Jack.  Get on the bed... on your back!"

Jack almost threw me off of him in his haste to comply.  Toby positioned
Jack so that he was laying sideways on the bed, his head hanging off the
other side.  I suddenly realized Toby had done that for me, and while he
raised Jack's legs and smeared some lube on Jack's ass and his own
cock, I ran around the bed and shoved my aching cock into Jack's mouth.

Jack grasped the sheets in his fists as I began to pound into his face.
Then he screamed, although muffled by my cock, as Toby shoved in all the
way in one thrust.  Toby held still for just a moment before he began
furiously pounding Jack's ass.

Painful as Toby's entry may have been, it was not long before I could
feel the vibrations around my cock as Jack moaned in pleasure.  I glanced
down and saw that Jack's erection, which had waned from the pain of
Toby's penetration, was back and now leaking precum again as I reached
out to tweak his nipples.

Toby's eyes met mine and we held each other's gaze for a minute as we
spit roasted Jack between us.  Simultaneously, we reached for each other
and grasped each other's head.  We pulled our lips together and kissed
passionately, pausing our assault of Jack's holes momentarily while we
focused on each other.

Then after a few moments Toby pulled back a little.  His face was still
only inches from mine as he still held my head in his grasp.  There were
tears running down his cheeks.

"I love you, Donny," he whispered, overcome with emotion.  "I love you
so goddamn much!"

"I love you, too, baby," I responded.  "More than you can know!"

Beneath us, Jack was still impaled from both ends by our throbbing
cocks.  He shifted uncomfortably, drawing our attention back to him.
Toby and I released each other and began to thrust into Jack again from
each end.

"I'm getting close," Toby groaned.

To which I responded, "Me, too, baby!"

Beneath us Jack mumbled something inaudible around my dick.

Toby and I increased our pace.  The sweat was pouring off each of us by
this point.  Jack was so damp it looked as if he'd just stepped out of
his shower.  I caressed Jack's muscular chest and began sliding my hand
down his torso.  I'd intended to grasp his cock, but as my hand crossed
his belly, Jack suddenly cried out and his cock began erupting without
even being touched!  I'm sure that made Jack's sphincter pulse which
sent Toby over the edge.  He yelled and slowed his thrusts as he pumped
shot after shot into Jack's colon, and I followed a moment later pumping
my seed down Jack's throat!

As my orgasm peeked and began to wane, the room started to spin and I
collapsed on top of Jack.  As I rolled to Jack's side I felt more than
saw Toby come down on the other side.  My senses were beginning to fade
and I felt so sleepy all of a sudden.

As I slipped into unconsciousness, I heard what I thought was Hank ask,
"Jack, are you in here?"

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