Date: Wed, 25 Feb 2009 21:37:51 -0600 From: Sean Josh Subject: Sean's Pet Stud 9 If you shouldn't be reading this...don't. If you're sexually active, play safe and use protection. Sorry about the long delay in posting these chapters. I truly appreciate the comments and encouragement so many of your have sent. If you have comments or critique please feel free to email sandjlikeboyz@live.com ...Thanks 9>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>> Sean worked at a local garden center. Saturday's were the always busy but that made the day pass quickly. As closing time approached a truck load of sod arrived for a local landscaping contractor. The order was days behind schedule and the contractor was eager to take delivery despite it being late on a Saturday afternoon. Sean agreed to stay and help. They used the forklift for most of the heavy lifting but the heat of the day, and the nature of the material made the labor hard and the work gritty. Sean's clothing was sweat soaked, and he was streaked with dirt by the time the contractor pulled away from the nursery. His labors had netted him a twenty dollar tip, but his filth smeared frame was crimping his plans for the evening. He'd intended on staying in town following work and meeting Alan at the coffee house. A local band was scheduled to play and they knew several of the band's members. Sean's plan, to wash and change at work before cycling the short distance into town, no longer seemed feasible. The nursery had no shower facility. Pondering this quandary he remembered that the bathhouse at the beach had showers. Sean streaked down Main Street toward the park; racing the clock as he realized the lifeguards would be closing the facility by five. As the building came in sight he could see a young man in baggy orange trunks standing at the door. "Are you closed?" Sean panted bringing the bike to an abrupt stop behind the well tanned young man. "Just locked up." he said turning toward Sean. Sean groaned and bowed his head in resignation. The only option involved a long ride out to the Y. It would hardly be worth the effort in this hot weather. He leaned on the handlebars catching his breath as sweat dripped from his hair and streaked his handsome dirt smeared face. "Sean?" "Huh?" "You look like crap dude." The lifeguard chuckled. Sean looked up and recognized Conrad one of the Tim's teammates. He smiled when he realized he'd never seen the boy dressed before. "Just got out of work, and wanted to catch a shower." Sean explained. "You need it." Conrad agreed. "But you've already cleaned the lockers," Sean reasoned, "I'll go out to the Y." "No need," Conrad assured him, "you can use the shower in the office, c'mon." Conrad relocked the outer door behind them and opened the office. Sean had never been in the lifeguard's office. It was divided into two rooms. The front room had a desk, a couch like the one in the school nurses office, and some lockers. The room behind it was a bathroom. "Towels are on the shelf there," Conrad pointed out, "I'll get some soap." Sean could hear a locker door slamming as he stepped out of his jeans and boxers. By the time he'd pulled his sweat soaked tee over his head Conrad was leaning in the doorway smiling at him. He blushed at the attention. "You weren't coy the other night at the field house." Conrad chuckled. Sean shrugged and accepted the body wash Conrad offered. The bathroom's walls and floor were tiled. The shower was built into a corner of the room where the floor had been pitched gently toward a drain. Sean tended to his washing. After a long day at work the hot water felt great. He shampooed his hair a second time and lingered under the strong spray. Sean hadn't bothered to shut the door to the bathroom. Conrad took full advantage of the view. The outer door to the bathhouse was locked and the other guards had departed leaving him to close up. He took a perch on the edge of the desk and watched the sexy red head shower. The dirt and lather seemed to caress Sean as they ran down his long frame. Conrad groped his hardened meat as he watched the process. He pulled the waistband of his orange baggies beneath his balls to free the aching pole. Working as a lifeguard is difficult for any adolescent no matter their orientation. The beach is always full of scantily clad bodies. Between their continual display and provocative actions the guards are constantly titillated. Conrad watched Sean's long fingers gliding over the lines and forms of his hard body. The temptations of the day combined with the view brought orgasm rushing to the fore. Conrad's balls contracted. His eye lids fluttered and powerful jets of spunk sprayed from his swollen cock. The first bolt splattered up under his chin and across his tee shirt. He cupped the pulsing head in his free hand trying to capture the rest. Once the tremors had passed he brought the cum covered hand to his lips and lapped up the hot discharge. Sean was oblivious to these happenings as he pressed his palms into the tiled wall and stretched under the luxurious hot spray. Conrad stripped off his tee shirt and grabbed a floatation belt from the shelf. He dropped it to the floor of the bathroom and knelt on it facing Sean's dimpled ass. The water cascading over it was channeled between his mounds as Conrad reached out and parted them. Sean jumped at the touch, but relaxed as he remembered where he was showering. He looked over his shoulder to see Conrad smile and watched the boy's tongue trace a patch up his crevice. Conrad paused over Sean's dusty pink hole and drilled at it. Sean groaned and pressed himself back into the pleasure. Even as he did, Conrad's hand circled his hip to take possession of Sean's hardened cock. The other making the same trip around the opposite hip and stretching out the boy's already rising sack. Sean's knees quaked and his body shivered at the sudden onslaught. It had been a full day since his last orgasm. Despite the never ending stream of sex he'd enjoyed since catching Derrick and his brother two weeks before he was far from jaded. His eighteen year old libido demanded regular release, and the parade of partners and experiences fueled a heat in him that would not be denied. He turned dislodging Conrad's hold on him. Conrad sat back on his heels eyeing the hot boy standing over him. Sean fisted his cock. He leaned back against the wall allowing the water to course over his torso. He drove his thick meat slowly back and forth in his clenching fist. Conrad eyes were locked on the burgeoning flesh. It hovered inches from his parted lips. He shot a pleading look toward Sean. "You want it?" Sean taunted. Conrad panted and shook his head imperceptibly. "You like cock don't cha." Sean grinned rubbing the leaking head of his meat across the boy's handsome lips. Conrad tried to capture it as Sean pulled away. "Admit it," Sean demanded, "You love sucking cock." "I do." Conrad whispered. "This ain't no fucking wedding," Sean spat slapping the boy's cheek with the pulsing bludgeon. "I wanna hear you say how much you want to suck this fat dick." "I want to suck your hot cock." Conrad averred. "I want you to fuck my face. I want to drink your cum. I'd do it anytime you asked, anywhere you wanted. I think you're a hot stud." Sean grabbed the boy by the ears and drove it between his willing lips. Conrad swirled his tongue over the head, and dove down the length. Water flowed over his distorted features as his nose reached Sean's pubic hair and flattened against his taught belly. His hands groped up Sean's long legs massaging the flexing muscles and encouraging him to fuck his face. Sean's fingers twined in Conrad's hair. He pressed himself hard into the sucking hole. Assured that he could go no deeper, he drew back slowly. He held there allowing Conrad's tongue to snake around him until he could bear no more, and drove again deep within the boy's throat. The thrust elicited a strangled gurgle from Conrad, but Sean was only encouraged by the sound. He repeated the action until they achieved a torturous slow rhythm that made them both ache. Richie had worked the afternoon shift with Conrad. Following work he headed to the drive thru to sate the hunger that had been gnawing at him all afternoon. As he waited in line he realized his wallet was still in the locker at work. Conrad's car was still in the parking lot as he pulled in. A number of Conrad's team mates had been on the beach today. Conrad was probably out with them, Richie reasoned. He was surprised to find the office door standing ajar as the outer door clicked shut behind him. The sound of the running shower allayed his fear and he pushed the door open to reveal a sight that stunned him. A tall thin red headed boy was busily fucking Conrad's face. The sight held him mesmerized. Conrad's lips stretched wide to accommodate the fat dick that pumped slowly between them. An act he had always professed would revile him held Richie's attention and inflated his own sizeable endowment. Mindlessly he groped himself before realizing how this perverse act was affecting him. His intellect spun in a maelstrom of conflicted thought. His libido and conscience wrestled as he backed out of the room. Unsteady legs led him to the door. The sound of Sean's groaning forced a long last look before he stumbled back toward his car. Sean worked hard to forestall orgasm, but Conrad's talents were rapidly overwhelming his efforts. Conrad's hands had locked on Sean's pumping mounds. The flexing muscle felt hot in his grasp as he assisted Sean in burying the hard pole in his throat each time he drove forward. The effort had slowly worked his fingertips into the cleft of Sean's ass. His fingers were riding over Sean's pulsing ring. The flexing hole was kissing him middle finger with each outward motion. He stiffened the finger on the next outward sweep and drove it into Sean's winking ass. Sean gasped at the intrusion. Conrad jammed the opposing index finger into the sucking hole on the next pass. He searched Sean's ass until he found his prostate. Grinding his fingertip into the lump caused Sean to quake. As the sensations mounted, Sean's hips to took on a life of their own. Conrad gurgled around the pistoning shaft. He slowly mastered its increased speed and girth. He pressed both index fingers deep into Sean's yielding hole. They bracketed the prostate and sent Sean into a frenzy. As he bucked his hips the sexual nexus was ground into hypersensitivity. The first bolt of orgasm was lost deep in Conrad's throat. The sudden tensing of Sean's body strained Conrad's buried fingers. Sean's hands locked behind Conrad's head and he slammed repeatedly into the boy's face flattening his nose with the power of his sexual demand. The next outward swing of Sean's hips filled Conrad's mouth with fresh hot cream. The steamy discharge filled his senses as the thrusting pole squeezed back into his throat and caused portions of the load to seep from the corners of his mouth. When the emissions finally began to weaken Conrad dropped a hand from Sean's ass to take possession of his balls. He milked the orbs hard and sucked ravenously at the still pulsing column. He flattened his tongue against the underside of Sean's distended cock milking cream from its source. The process prolonged orgasm for some moments. Sean stood heroic through the sweet torture. His body trembled and he cried out as the sensation became too intense. He finally pulled free of Conrad's mouth and fell back against the tiled wall; his flushed manhood was still oozing cum. Conrad rushed in to suckle the last of the discharge from the flared head. Even this gentle sensation was too much for Sean to take. He grabbed his assailant beneath the arms and hefted the boy to his feet. Clasping Conrad to his still thrumming body he kissed him deeply. The kiss was filled with passion. He could taste his discharge in the boy's mouth. Conrad's muscled torso flexed against him. His hands once more took possession of Sean's ass. His superior weight pressed Sean to the wall. His hardness ground into Sean's belly. He abandoned the kiss to bite Sean's earlobe. "Anytime you ask," Conrad grunted as a warm flood of cum spread between their heaving bellies. "Anywhere you want me." he continued as another fountain of lust coated their torsos. "Because, you, are one, fuckin', hot stud." Conrad panted as he pulled back to stare deep into Sean's green eyes. As Sean slowly mastered his breathing he realized there was a trickle of blood dripping from Conrad's nose. "Think I got a little carried away." Sean chuckled wiping away the evidence of his excess. "Hey you were trying to drown me, why not bloody my nose too," Conrad smiled. They washed, dried, and dressed. Sean offered to help clean up as their encounter had drenched the entire bathroom and a portion of the office floor, but Conrad insisted that he would take care of it. Sean's retrieved his bicycle and walked it toward the road. He felt physically content. A hard day's work, a satisfying sexual encounter, and a long luxurious shower had provided the necessary elements. Evening approached. The weather mellowed. The oppressive heat was slackening. The breeze from the lake moderated the temperature perfectly. The waving dune grass smelled sweet and the bay looked idyllic as the sun headed into the horizon. Sean took advantage of a nearby bench and soaked it in. A short time later his revelry was interrupted by a conversation that began just out sight. "Don't think it's a good idea." "This is a good spot. The grass is tall enough, no one can see." Came a reply. "There's a playground right next to the bath house, and you make too much noise." The first voice countered. Sean had only half heard the beginning of the conversation, but this last comment gained his full attention, especially seeing both voices were distinctly male. A head of moderate length light blond hair popped into view. "I thought you said you were horny?" The blond asked looking back toward the beach. "I am. I'm just not interested into having an audience or gettin' caught." came the reply from a head of dark curls that was following the blond. Sand had been groomed into berms that protected the beach house and park lot from the direct effects of wind off the bay. Grasses had been planted to anchor the sand. The pair slowly made their way toward the parking lot through a long grassy valley that separated two of the sizeable mounds. The blond was young; most likely still in High School. He stood around five six and was shirtless. His torso was shapely smooth and nicely defined. He vaulted the split rail fence that separated the beach from the walkway beyond The leap dislodged the tee shirt that dangled from the back pocket of his cutoffs. "You're just a wussy Mark." The blond taunted. "No Wayne, I'm smart," replied his buddy leaning on the fence. The curly headed one was older; in his twenties. He was over six foot tall. He wore baggy white shorts and a button up baseball jersey. The shirt was open revealing a highly defined and well muscled torso. "You dropped your shirt." Sean pointed out. The blond seemed to notice him for the first time and shot a quick glance toward Mark. "Thanks," he said retrieving his wife beater. "Haven't I seen you somewhere? At the garden center." "Yeah, I work there." "Wayne." The blond said extending a hand. "Sean," he replied standing to shake it. "That's Mark," Wayne said waving toward the fence. Mark nodded in reply. His eyes hadn't left Sean since he first spoke, wondering how much he may have heard. He resigned himself to the reality of the situation, but continued to look the tall red head over. "Kinda busy down here today," Sean continued. "Huh?" Wayne intoned not following. "Lots of folks on the beach on such a hot day." Sean explained. "Oh yeah." Wayne chuckled agreeing. Mark eyes tightened wondering where this was leading. "Hard to find a quiet spot." Sean said raising an eyebrow. Wayne looked toward Mark again. "Yeah we were..." Mark began. "Lookin' for a place to fuck?" Sean interrupted. The two young men shared an incredulous look and wondered how to talk their way out of this bind. Wayne looked nervous and began to sweat. Mark tensed like a cat ready to spring. "Chill, you're not busted, it's cool." Sean laughed. "Couldn't help but overhear what you were saying. I know you're not interested in an audience...but how do you feel about a group?" >>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>> Richie sat in his car wrestling with his conscience and his throbbing cock. He knew he should leave, but the vision of his recent discovery swam before his eyes. The raw passion he'd witnessed was something for which he'd been longing. The red head emerge from the bath house alone. He waited a moment thinking Conrad would certainly follow. When the red head walked his bicycle away and Conrad didn't appear Richie started back inside under the pretence of collecting his forgotten wallet. Conrad heard the key in the office door as he mopped the bathroom floor. "Forgot my wallet," Richie explained heading for his locker. "Figured I should clean up a bit," Conrad said feeling ill at ease at his coworker's sudden appearance on the heels of the recent encounter. "Good idea," Richie agreed. "Tom was on about that last week." "Yeah, and it's not like it takes all that long." Conrad said putting the floatation belt back on the shelf. "Bet that helped." Richie said running a hand through his thick sandy hair. "Helped?" Conrad wondered as he returned to dry mopping the floor. "Ya know, it's a concrete floor and all. Be tough on you're knees." Richie spouted quickly. Conrad stopped and slowly turned to face his colleague. Richie laughed nervously. He was blocking the way out and Conrad suddenly felt cornered and panicky. "Looked like,.. ya know,.. you were like really...well, enjoyin' what you were a doin'?" Richie stuttered. Conrad's expression changed slowly as Richie stumbled through his statement. He looked into Richie's face and saw the deep color he was blushing. His gaze dropped to find Richie's jean's tenting. "I mean, if ya know, you're into it...well I mean, I'm not like as big, but ya know, It's a nice one, at least Joanie thinks so. Conrad reached out and touched Richie's hand bringing him to an abrupt stop. For the first time their eyes met. "You came in earlier and saw me suckin' cock?" Conrad asked. "Yeah." Richie admitted blushing deeply and involuntarily rearranged his package. "And it made you get all horned up huh?" "Oh man. It was hotter than any porno I ever seen." "And you want me to do that for you?" "I mean...if you're into it and all..." "Sit on the edge of the desk." Conrad instructed. Richie did as instructed. Conrad sat in the desk chair. He gingerly rested a hand on Richie's knee. "You sure?" Conrad asked massaging the boy's muscled thigh. "Yeah I think so." Richie replied his voice quavering. "Get it out for me. Let me see this nice dick of yours." Richie lowered his zipper and began struggling to dislodge the hardened pole from his fly "Pull `em down Rich. I wanna see the whole package." Richie stood and quickly popped the button and loosened his belt. One swift motion shucked his jeans to a puddle at his feet; he had gone commando. Conrad inhaled the rich musk released from their confines and pushed Richie back to his perch on the edge of the desk. He took hold of the boy's knees and drew them gently apart. The thighs tapered at the groin and revealed a nest of sandy blond pubes. Pulsing above the nest, just over seven thick inches of man meat oozed a steady flow of precum from its broad purple head. Conrad took hold of the Richie's sack and slowly dragged it lower. At the same time he lapped the dripping syrup from the shaft and head. Then taking the fat knob between his lips he dove down its length. Richie groaned and shuddered. His hands took possession of the Conrad's head and he began pumping hard and quick to meet the pleasure. The dick in Conrad's mouth hardened and fired. He sucked and licked using all his talents to coax up every drop of cum the spewing meat would produce. Richie grabbed his shoulders and pushed Conrad away as the sensation became unbearable. He was shaken and beginning to sweat. Conrad licked away the traces of cum that glazed his lips and wished he could scoop up the droplets that continued to ooze from the cock throbbing before him. "Came way too soon," Richie panted, his head bowed. "You in a hurry?" Conrad wondered. "What?" "You're done with work for the day." "Yeah." "You got a date?" "No." "Wanna go again?" "Again?" "Yeah, when you and Joanie do it, you get your nut more than once; don't ya?" "Not likely. It takes half the night to get her panties off," Richie complained. "You're dating the wrong girl." Conrad averred unbuttoning Richie's shirt. "Whatcha doin'." "Gettin' a look at the rest of you." Conrad explained. "You've got a really nice body." "I'm not into like gettin' all faggy an' shit." Richie worried. "Do I act like a fag?" Conrad said standing and looking him in the eye. "Well you just...I mean, no, you're not all lispy and artsy and shit." "Did you just come hard and fast because you asked a guy to suck you off and he did it?" Richie blushed a deep red. "Did you?" "Yeah." Richie whispered. "And you were hoping it would last longer?" Richie nodded his head and smiled sheepishly. "Do you want to go again?" "Yes." Richie said growing bolder. "Then relax, and let me get you fired up, and we'll both enjoy ourselves. If I do something you don't like, say so, I'll stop. If I do something you like a lot, let me know. I'll do it more. You don't need to suck my cock, or get me off, or anything else you don't want to. Of course if you want to, well, that's better for both of us. Get it." Richie smiled and sat back on the edge of the desk. Conrad ran his hands over Richie's shoulders and chest caressing the firm flesh. He paused over his nipples. The darker flesh responded quickly and formed hard points as Conrad rubbed and twisted. In response Richie's eyes closed and his head fell back. "Nobody ever played with your tits before?" Conrad breathed in his ear. "I do sometimes when I'm...ya know, strokin'." Conrad blew a stream of air over the little nubs then moved in to suckle them. He pushed Richie's torso down against the desktop. Lifting his arm exposed a nest of hair slightly darkened with sweat. Conrad buried his nose and inhaled. Then he licked his way through the dank forest, across the ribs and, back to the stud's nipples. Richie was panting by the time he delved lower. The rippling lines of Richie's flexing abs made an interesting road map for Conrad's tongue. He found an oasis filled with liquid lust at Richie's navel and feasted on that cream before continuing his southward journey. The oozing head of Richie's cock streaked Conrad's cheek and hair as he licked his way around its base to take possession of the fleshy sack beneath. Conrad's lips and teeth sucked and nipped at the studs flexing thighs and balls. A fluttering tongue delved beneath the sack. The encouragement lifted Richie's legs and he propped his heels on the desk's edge. The change in posture lifted Richie's ass and exposed his cleft. It was only then that Conrad noticed the anomaly. Richie's had thick tufts of sandy hair encircling his penis and in his pits. There were even hurls of the coarse stuff leading into his crack, but his chest and legs were smooth. "Do you shave?" Conrad wondered. "Huh, oh, well yeah, a depilatory actually, I was on swim team, and Joanie really liked it soo..." Once more Conrad's tongue fluttered along the tract under Richie's balls. "Dude whatcha doin'?" Richie wondered aloud squirming against the desktop. "Makin' a hot stud ache for it. How's it feel?" Sean led Mark and Wayne to the bath house. The office door stood partly open and the outer door was ajar. "It feels wild," said a strained voice that echoed from within the office. Sean brought a finger to his lips signaling for quiet as he led the way forward. Conrad parted Richie's cheeks and lapped his way into the crevice. Richie groaned and shuddered with unexpected pleasure. Sean pushed the door gently inward to give them a view of the scene within. He didn't recognize the stud sprawled across the desktop. Thinking quickly he moved Mark and Wayne out of sight to the right of the doorway. Conrad drilled his tongue into Richie's exposed asshole. On cue Richie's pulled his knees higher. Conrad took full advantage of the improving access and spread the ass wide as he sucked and tongued the hole. Richie moaned and bit his lip. He'd never felt anything so intense in his life. "Find something you like?" Conrad teased taking a moment to survey his handy work. "I didn't know...Oh man, do it more, c'mon, please do it more." It was then Conrad spied Sean watching them. He recovered quickly rolling his eyes. Conrad returned to Richie's ass and ate with all the skill and heat that the situation inspired. Even as he labored on the stud's sucking hole he tried to think of a way to introduce Sean into the encounter without sending Richie into a panic. He worked his way back to the cock pulsing above Richie's navel. As he cleaned away the slick coating from the shaft he brought a finger to Richie's throbbing knot. He found it gaping slightly and after anointing his pinky in precum slide it easily into Richie's ass. Richie's back arched at the intrusion. Gently Conrad worked the digit in the pulsing aperture. Slowly Richie's hips began to swing up to meet the new stimulation. "Need a little more, do ya studly?" Conrad taunted. "Yeah more, do it more," Richie grunted. Conrad spit into the cleft then slowly swapped his pinky for the index finger of his free hand. All the while he licked and teased Richie's cock to assure the boy's attention stayed firmly focused on the pleasure he was receiving. "Made ya hot watchin' me suck that pretty boy's fat cock, huh stud?" Conrad whispered. "So hot," Richie panted. "You took it all, he was fuckin' your face so hard." "And I was fingerin' his hot freckled ass, just like I'm doin' yours." Conrad added. "He was so hot. That fine ass. Soooo hot." Richie grunted. "You should have said something while he was here babe. Would have been soooo fuckin' hot with the three of us." Conrad suggested finding Richie's prostate and beginning to massage it. "Three of us," Richie groaned. Sean chuckled silently and shook his head. "Five of us," he mouthed silently holding up the corresponding number of digits aloft. From the look of disbelief and alarm he saw in Conrad's eyes Sean took quick action moving Mark and Wayne to the public locker room and signaling them to remain quiet and patient. "What would you want to do with the red head?" Conrad asked stroking Richie's erection in time with the finger pumping his ass. "What would you do with that fine ass, that pretty face and that big fat stud cock?" Richie's entire body was flushed and quaking. Conrad abandoned his cock and leaned close to his ear. "What do you want from him Rich? If you could have anything you wanted from that hot boy stud what would you want?" Richie's mouth gaped, his tongue lolled. Conrad toyed around his anal ring with a second finger. "Tell me what you'd do for him? If he walked in here right now, what would you do for him?" "Anything," Rich gasped, "fuckin' anything." Richie came to a half sitting position his eyes were afire. He reached for his erection, but Conrad slapped away his hand and stroked his torso. "Relax stud, relax, close your eyes and lay back." He ran the index finger from his free hand through the puddle of precum on Richie's belly and brought it to his lips. Sean returned to the doorway and flashed Conrad a smile. "Show me what you'd do for that sexy red head. Pretend my finger is his hot fat dick and show me what you'd do. " Richie caught it between his lips, sucking and licking ravenously at the digit. He was clumsy and awkward but there was no denying the savage lustful intent of his action. Conrad pulled it from his lips with an audible pop. Sean took a step into the room and freed his aching cock. "Noooo," Richie groaned in protest. "Do you want it?" Conrad demanded jamming two fingers into Richie's clutching ring. Richie breath rasped and he moaned long and low at the new intrusion. Conrad jammed the fingers in and out of his ass. With his sweat lubricating the desktop Richie had slowly slid back so that his head hung off the far edge of the desk. Conrad smeared a fresh coat of precum on his fingers. Richie's tongue lashed at the coated digits as he felt them smeared across his lips. He cleaned away the pearly drops from his lips and begged for more. "I want it. I want it so bad." Richie said nearly sobbing. "It tasted sooo good man. His fat cock was so hot, sooo fuckin' juicy." Conrad ground his strong fingers into Richie's swollen prostate. Each stroke drove him closer and closer to an explosive orgasm. Sean crept a little closer dripping cock straining in his fist. "Open wide baby, you want it ya gotta open wide," Conrad instructed. Sweat dripped into Richie's eyes as he tried to watch the Conrad. He laid his head back and clenched them shut. He spread his jaw and lashed his tongue about hoping Conrad would feed him again. The fingers in his ass drove him to unimagined heights of passion. The fire they inspired in his gut was coursing through his veins. Another drop of the salty syrup fell to his tongue. He lashed about wildly hoping for more. His tongue swept across smooth hot flesh. A hand cradled the back of his neck. He felt the same flesh press against his lips. He sucked at it and allowed the pliable knob to fill his mouth. The shaft behind it was firm and pulsed against his tongue. His sight was bleary. The sweat, effort and proximity made it nearly impossible to see. He sucked at the salty knob in his mouth; its juice thick and pungent against his tongue. "Yeah Richie, do it man, suck that fat cock, make it cream." Conrad encouraged. "Conrad must be doing it, it must be Con's dick," Richie thought. Sean started to pump Richie's mouth. Slowly, gently, he swung his hips and fed his cock to the wanton boy beneath him. His low hanging balls brushed Richie's forehead. Richie's eye's widened and he was able to make out the red hairs bristling on the fleshy sack. He moaned around the cock in his mouth. Sean shivered at the addition of the vibrations and reached down to stimulate Richie's nipples. Conrad withdrew his fingers from Richie's ass and sat back in the desk chair. He watched Sean sawing in and out of Richie's mouth, and smiled when he realized that Rich was barely able to handle more than the head of Sean's thick meat. He bent forward and lapped at Richie's ass. Satisfied with the dripping orifice Conrad stood and fit the head of his cock to Richie's sopping hole. Richie wriggled against the feel of the new intruder. He tried to press himself into it. Conrad noticed his efforts and smiled. "You want me to keep playing with you're ass?" Richie squealed around the fat cock. "Ya gotta say it Rich, ya gotta ask for it." Sean pulled back and Richie allowed the cock to fall from his lips. "Pleeaaaaaaaaaaassssssssssssssseeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee," he pleaded. He looked up with bleary eyes to see the red head standing over him. Sean smiled at him and massaged his pecks as Conrad pushed Richie's legs back into his chest. "You sure?" Conrad said applying a little pressure to the opening. "Do it," Richie spat through gritted teeth. "Fuck me!" Conrad shifted his weight and the pliable ring yielded. The passage was tight. Richie grunted as the shaft shot into his ass. Conrad held perfectly still buried to the hilt in virgin butt. Sean milked up another dollop of cream which dripped onto Richie's face. Richie started to reach out for the cock swaying above his face, but was stopped short when the cock in his ass withdrew and plunged back into him in a sudden swift motion. The stiff meat ran right over the sensitive nub the fingers had been stimulating deep within him. "Is that the spot?" Conrad asked repeating the motion. Richie's torso crunched into extreme definition with each thrust. His cock stiffened to a painful state and darkened. Sean noticed the changes and leaned across the larger boy's body. His cock and balls mashed into Richie's face and leaked across his chin and chest. He captured the swelling head of Richie's cock just as the first volley of cum churned in his balls. Conrad felt the tightening in Richie's anus and plowed all the harder in and out of the churning tunnel. The effort pumped round after round of cum from Richie's balls into Sean's mouth. Long after it had stopped Sean still nursed on his quivering meat and Conrad continued to fuck his ass. Sean was first to relent. Tummy full and cock still primed he watch Conrad fall into his heat. Conrad held Richie's knees laced over his elbows as he leaned forward on the desktop. The effort held the boy's ass in a perfect attitude to pummel. Sweat dripped from his entire frame and the sound of flesh on flesh echoed off the concrete walls. Conrad grunted in time with his thrusting hips. With one last effort he buried his length into the sloppy hole beneath him. He fell against Richie's torso and clung to him as his balls emptied. Richie arms clamped around him as it happened. Nipple to nipple nose to nose they held each other as the moment passed. As they recovered Conrad was first to notice Sean had disappeared. He was still wrapped in Richie's arms. Richie searched his eyes for a sign. Conrad smiled and leaned slowly forward to gently press his lips to Richie's. Richie melted into the kiss. As their lips parted Conrad rolled to his back beside Richie on the desktop. Richie looked about the room wondering if the red head had actually been there or if it had been some delusion manufactured by his over heated brain and the sexual demon lying beside him. "Who knew?" Richie sighed. "Some of us have known for a long time." Conrad answered. "I was a fuckin' virgin." Richie marveled. "Feels that way don't it." Conrad sighed. Sean crept from the office as Conrad fell panting into Richie's arms. He could hear a rhythmic moaning from within the men's locker room. Mark and Wayne had taken advantage of the location and the circumstance to begin their liaison. Mark was laid out with his back to one of the wooden benches. His legs straddled the bench, his feet planted firmly on the floor. Wayne sat facing away from him straddling the same bench, riding vigorously on his hard cock. His sleek frame tapered to a small well defined waist which Mark held and guided. Wayne's ass did far more than rise and plunge on the upturned post offered to him. It gyrated and swung in a constantly changing pattern. His torso flushed and his belly contracted with the effort and effects of his dance. "So good, so fucking good," Mark panted as his hips hopped against the bench. Sean watched them intensely, slowly stroking his erection. When Wayne noticed him he smiled and beckoned. He caressed the thick meat Sean offered him, smearing the broad pliable head with its oozing discharge and milking up more of the sticky fluid with strong steady strokes. Sean was close. The encounter with Richie and Conrad had nearly brought him off. Just watching these two beauties had him leaking anew. Wayne pouted as Sean pulled away and sat on the bench just out of reach. He watched for another moment as Wayne continued to propel himself through the wild dance lap dance. He could easily reach Wayne and ran his fingers over the boy's silky shoulders and across his firm chest. Wayne attempted to scoot forward but strong hand pulled him back to a solid seat atop the rigid pole. Sean smiled. He delved lower. Wayne's cock was hot to the touch. The skin was drawn tight around it bringing veins into high definition. His balls were drawn tight as well. Sean massaged them and the larger pair that appeared beneath them. He reached under Wayne to explore the connection between him and the cock he rode. Mark groaned at the contact. Sean's long thin fingers worked around the straining meat and then beneath Marks balls. Mark's entire groin was bathed in a combination of precum, saliva, and Wayne's anal juices. The slick amalgam eased the passage of Sean's digits between Marks fiercely clenching mounds. He protested as Sean massaged his hole. "Don't wanna cum yet," he growled between gritted teeth. After a moment Sean relented. He spit into his fist and took possession of Wayne's cock. He pumped the shaft with his spit slick fist and ground the head with his other palm. Wayne quickly began to rave and pitch. His hips moved in erratic spasms. Sean smiled and kissed his gaping mouth. He bit Wayne's neck and licked his way across the collar bone. Wayne's smooth chest was crowned with pert pink nipples. Sean nipped at them, and suckled the firm points as if they could provide his nourishment. Wayne ran his fingers through Sean's red locks as he serviced his nipples drawing him back and forth between the pair as each called jealously for the attention that the other received. Sean pulled back to admire his efforts. "Lemme suck it," Wayne begged eyes locked to Sean's crotch. "Not yet," Sean mused, "but that's not a bad idea." He ducked toward Wayne's bouncing erection and engulfed it whole. Wayne sighed and immediately took possession of Sean's head. Short crisp strokes pounded Sean's nose flat. The stiffness and tension of the member was distinct against Sean's tongue. The cream that oozed from the knob had a distinct sweet edge to its flavor. Wayne grunted and shot. Thick jets of spunk erupted from him. Sean gulped and slurped up the rich cream. He drilled him tongue into the spewing slit as the flow subsided and sucked hard to draw up the dregs. Mark was not oblivious to all this action. Each time Sean teased and tempted Wayne. The heat and motion was telegraphed to him through Wayne's reactions, or the involuntary contractions of the boy's gut. The outcome was a wild fuck as Wayne's bowel contracted and slithered up and down Mark's steely length. As Wayne came, his gut contracted in rolling waves timed by the surges of his spewing seed. The motion of his flailing hips and roiling gut pumped and milked Mark's turgid length. Mark slammed upward into the hole perched atop his groin. Cum blasted into Wayne's gut. Wayne could feel the discharge filling him. As his own orgasm subsided, he ground his hips in slow circles and clenched hard on the meat within him. The action stirred the cock in Sean's mouth, and tortured the hypersensitive pole up his ass. "So fine," Wayne cooed, "so fuckin' fine." Sean sat up and cleaned his lips with a swipe of his tongue. Wayne stood slowly on unsteady legs and let the Mark's cock slip from him ass. Droplets of thick discharge followed. Mark lay against the bench panting and covered in sweat. His glistening pole, still hard and throbbing, stood proudly above his etched belly. Sean's ass twitched at the thoughts it inspired. He stepped forward and straddled Mark's hips. Smiling wickedly he took hold of the slick cock behind him and guided it to his hole. He looked deep into Mark's eyes as he settled himself over the pulsing head, and slowly lowered his weight. The slick post glided into his anal cavity. His body quivered as it was filled. Mark gritted his teeth as his cock was engulfed by yet another hungry boy hole. He wasn't sure if he could withstand any additional stimulation so soon after orgasm. Sean moved slowly and gently. He allowed his body weight to rest against Mark's hips and flexed his anal muscles. Then rotated his hips in small circles to assure he had as much of the fine cock in him as was possible. It felt wonderful. The pleasure that anal stimulation gave him was still amazing. He'd never imagined himself in such a situation, but since it had happened, he often found himself longing for it. Mark lay still. The subtle movements and graceful motions of the boy perched on his erection fascinated him. He taught karate at the local dojo. Years of training had led him to appreciate the forms and structures of nature. Sean's movement reminded him of the katas learned in Tai Chi. His response to the stimulation was unnerving. His cock reveled in the sweet torture, but his mind screamed for respite. He closed his eyes and tried to focus. Slowly he mastered his breathing; in through the nose, out through the mouth. The practice helped to calm him and gradually he regained some control. Allowing his eyes to open he beheld the beauty that provided his pleasure. Sean's long tight frame flushed and flexed as he continued to caress and massage the cock in his gut. He never rose from his perch but ground his hips and flexed his gut in a rhythm that made him feel exquisitely sexy. Mark's gaze roamed from the boy's handsome face to his tightly defined torso. He allowed his hands to slide up Sean's body teasing the pale flesh with feathery touches and marveling at its silky texture. Below Sean's undulating belly jutted a prize incongruous on such a fine young specimen. The boy's long slender finger could barely encircle its girth. Protruding from a body devoid of fat its size seemed exaggerated. He reached for it only to be gently restrained. Sean didn't want to cum yet. He leaned forward pinning Marks hands to his thickly muscled chest. He gazed deep into Mark's chocolate brown eyes, and flexed his anus around the cock deep within it. The subtle movements and careful progress had been for his own pleasure; not to coddle Mark. He'd cum once this afternoon, and since that encounter with Conrad had been slowly building toward a second prodigious climax. Today's encounters were completely unexpected; much like that first night when he had caught Derrick and Josh two weekends ago. In that time he'd been exposed to many new and highly erotic experiences, but none had been more intense than the unexpected. A quiet chuckle brought him to his senses. Wayne was leaning against the partition that separated the locker area from the toilets. He smiled at the sight he found. "Figured you'd be the one to be doing the fuckin' with that prize." He said nodding toward Sean's erect pole. Sean grinned and sat up. The movement caused the cock in his ass to be become more firmly planted. "I know it's hot to watch his face, but you can't really get it all unless you turn around." Wayne instructed. Sean considered Wayne's suggestion and realized he was probably correct. He rose from his perch and stretched his legs for a moment before reversing himself in relation to the stud laid out on the bench. Wayne moved up to take possession of Mark's hard cock. He held it upright, and guided Sean back into alignment with it. Sean felt it part him. He worked hard to move very slowly down its length. He was surprised how much more of it entered him. He was used to being fucked deep. Josh had the longest cock he had yet encountered and sharing a bedroom with him assured a nearly daily dosage from his little brother. Mark's strong hands closed on Sean's waist and his hips drove upward. Sean was surprised by the sudden intrusion. His thick cock swelled and dripped. He dropped his weight and pinned Mark's hips to the bench before clenching his gut with all his might and swirling his hips in a tight circle. "Knows what he's doin' huh babe?" Wayne said brushing Mark's sweat soaked hair back from his straining brow. Mark grunted and drove upward lifting Sean nearly off his feet. Had he been as short as Wayne he would have been pinioned on the stiff cock in mid air. The thrust made his cock lurch and slap hard against his belly. He could feel the load in his balls rising and once more sought to grind the stud cock in his ass into submission. Wayne came around him and straddled the bench facing him. He grinned wickedly as he watched the two studs strive against one another. Each attempting to use his body and talents to force the other to relent in throws of orgasm: each in turn adding to their own passion in the effort given and received in this erotic dance. "Ya ready to let me suck it now?" Wayne offered biting his lip. Sean nodded. Wayne wasted no time. He took Sean's balls in hand allowing the length to measure out against his forearm. Then wetting his lips slurped at the head. The sensation was profound and caused Sean to shiver. The sensation was telegraphed to Mark through Sean's quivering gut and both studs voiced their bestial approval. Sean watched Wayne's performance with rapt wonder. He slowly slid forward taking more and more of Sean's length. The boy seemed so impish in proportion to the task Sean doubted he could succeed. Sean had experienced oral expertise at the hands of Derrick and Josh. Both boys could take his length and girth, but not with the utter ease and grace that Wayne was displaying. Sean's cock was every millimeter of eight inches, but that alone did not define the magnificence of his tool. The head was large and arrow shaped, the glands flared, the slit pouting. Behind the fleshy knob the shaft sprouted like the shoulders on a torso, widening suddenly then tapering slowly until the veiny shaft joined his groin. It was thick, thicker than Sean's boney wrist, and on Sean's tall thin frame it appeared even thicker. As the pliable knob entered Wayne's gullet he swallowed. He widened his maw with serpentine ease and pressed himself slowly onward. His tongue slithered beneath the thick tube tempting Sean to thrust, but he restrained himself. The pleasure was exquisite. His body was suspended between two perfect sensations. The hot cock buried deep in his ass, and the talented mouth slowly engulfing his raging erection. Wayne finally reached the base. He pressed his face firmly into Sean's flat belly. Just as slowly and carefully he pulled back until Sean's cock head cleared his gullet and he was able to draw breath again. He reached forward and took hold of Sean's hips. Gently he guided Sean into a rhythm. The effort was transfixing. His cock was considerably longer than Mark's and part of that length was already buried in Wayne mouth. At the same time Sean was fully impaled on the shorter cock. Having measured Sean's length Wayne had found the perfect depth. Sean moved carefully at first riding gently between Wayne's expert attention and Mark's rigid member. He quickly found he could feed Wayne without dislodging himself from Mark. He abandoned himself to the feeling. His hips drove relentlessly between the two sources of pleasure. As his heat mounted, the two stimuli melded into one exquisite sensation and coursed through his veins filling his entire being. Both the sight and sound were obscene. Conrad watched in awe as the little blond took Sean's cock deep in his throat over and over, and Sean rode atop the muscled stud's cock. The three intertwined bodies were aglow in sweat. The air was filled with the sounds of pleasure and smells of sex. Despite the randomness of their cacophony the three studs moved in a well timed dance. Conrad's fist flew over his aching member. Before entering the men's locker room he thought himself spent for the day. Now he was rapidly approaching his forth climax. His back arched, his legs flexed and with a deep grunt the first volley rocketed from him flying over Wayne's back and splattering Sean's face. Sean opened his eyes to find Conrad standing several feet away in the throws of orgasm. He watched as the second rope of cum laced through the air to paint Wayne's hair and back; even as it did Conrad's first shot dripped into his gasping mouth. The sight and taste overwhelmed him. He took hold of Wayne's head and drove his cock into the boy's throat. Three short hard thrusts provided the trigger. He came hard and long. Wayne never missed a drop. Mark came as Sean's ass came to life clutching and grinding at his already overworked meat. The room grew still as they rested in a heap on the bench. Conrad had slid down the partition to sit on the cool concrete floor. He rose on wobbly legs, and moved to the bench. "You weren't shittin' when you said five. " He laughed still short of breath. "Yeah, well, didn't know you moved that fast." Sean grinned up at him. "Me...dude you were gone ten minutes and you come back with two in tow! The guy in the office walked in on us. When you left he came back lookin' for some." "He what?" "He's a guard. Forgot his wallet and when he came back viola, I'm on my knees swinging on that fat hog of yours. He was so hot he couldn't leave without findin' out." "Who have we fallen in with," Mark wondered slowly sitting up. "Not sure," Wayne sighed laying back on the bench, but I could sure get used to it!