AC-103 STUD HOUSE
[aka 'Prime Meat']
by Law Honings


CHAPTER ONE

The living room was dark when Colby returned with the big jar of Vaseline.
He stopped in the doorway and let his eyes linger a long time on the naked
form lying in the red glow of the dying fire. The dark hair foamed in a
light-struck halo, only inches away from the fieldstone hearth, while the
lean, taut-muscled torso stretched out in the room, as though offering
itself to the voyeur in the doorway.

The gold-flecked green eyes were closed, long lashed fanned over high
cheekbones. The full wine-colored mouth was relaxed in an expression of
dreamy contemplation.

Colby held his breath, afraid to shatter the delicate moment, afraid that
whatever move he made now would be the wrong one. His eager cock sprang
powerfully erect, bobbing up from its lazy, swaying relaxation between his
marble-toned thighs, and his massive balls felt alive with churning
excitement, just looking at the magnificent nakedness of his lover.

The olive-toned flesh was deepened an even richer shade from long hours in
the summer sun Colby was glad Seth did his sunbathing in the nude. That way
there was no flaw in the symmetry of the athletic physique, no distracting
strip of paler flesh to swerve the eye from its natural course, caressing,
encompassing the entire body!

Seth stirred and raised his head. His full mouth spread wide in a
welcoming smile. Strong white teeth, slightly irregular, but perfect, as
everything about Seth was perfect, gleamed in the firelight.

"I wondered if you'd got side-tracked. You were gone so long... I nearly
fell asleep."

The voice, so familiar, so exciting, was deep, rumbling but clarion clear.
Colby shuddered with pleasure.

The voice -- so masculine and dominant! It was almost enough to make Colby
shoot a sudden, unplanned load.

Right from the big stud's balls! Deepest damn voice I've ever heard...
sends pins and needle up and down my spine... reaches right into my guts
and twists me in knots.

"Sorry it took so long... but I thought I'd better call the answering
service and tell Viola to take all calls till morning... and there were a
couple of messages."

Seth came up on his elbows, eyes wide open now, the smile easing from his
lips, a tense expression replacing it.

"Anything for me?"

Alarm shot through Colby. Seth never cared about calls or messages. Not
until lately -- and now, every time the phone rang, he all but dashed to
reach it first. The knot of pleasure in Colby's gut changed, suddenly,
subtly, to a wrenching twinge of fear, and somewhere in the fear was more
than a little despair.

"No. Nothing for you. Were you expecting somebody to call?"

Seth didn't answer, but let himself slide back until he lay flat, the
smile slowly coming back, the eyes glowing intent as he gazed up at Colby,
fairer-skinned than he, normally, but now, at the end of summer, as dark,
though a far different color.

Coppery. No, bronze might be more descriptive. Anyway, whatever, he looked
like a blond Indian with blazing, deep-seeing blue eyes that seemed to
reach right inside, even through his head. He wondered, for one wild
moment, whether Colby could really see through him, if Colby could,
perhaps, read his mind?

Christ knew, they had been together long enough! A year -- a year and
almost three months. Christ, it felt like a lifetime!

Colby squatted at Seth's side, his boyish body free of hair, except for
the fine down that feathered his arms and legs, silver now against his dark
tan, glittering in the firelight with the slightest move he made.

He smiled down into Seth's sexy eyes as he unscrewed the cap from the huge
jar of Vaseline, never once looking away as he set the jar top aside and
scooped two fingers into the gooey lubricant. But Seth's eyes veered from
Colby's face, downward, sweeping quickly over the broad shoulders, the
deep-pecked chest, the corrugated midsection, halting to watch the rite of
removing a dollop of grease from the jar, maneuvering to retain his balance
and manage to hold onto the jar, slip his hand down between his own splayed
thighs, and rub the slick lube over the crack between his asscheeks, then
manipulate both those strong, blunt fingers into the opening, generously
anointing the interior channel as deep as he could reach.

"Shit, man, I love to watch you get ready! It really gets to me seeing you
with your fingers way up your ass... look! Look at my dick... see what
happens? Every tithe I watch you gettin' yourself greased up?"

Colby smiled, but there was a wistfulness in it, and his eyes were almost
sad as they traveled down the silken-haired definition of Seth's sinewy
torso. The fan of fine dark hair arced across his chest just under the
collarbone, sweeping outward to encircle and caress those big, red-brown
nipples, then harrowing in again to the trim waist, a mere trail, a dark
line that might have been drawn by a delicate pencil, whirling about the
deep-shadowed navel, then cresting into a massive growth around the
bull-bellied cock. A wild jumble of sparkling curls covered his groin, and
again diminishing as it reach the lightly hair-dusted balls and trailing
off into a fine network of exciting emphasis over the solid, etched thighs.

And there, in the midst of all that curly richness, the pinnacle of
Colby's life, the totem of his love for the man who had shared his life for
the last fifteen months.

"I don't have to see you do anything to get horny! I only have to know
that you are! Just the fact that you exist makes me horny, Seth!"

Colby's eyes were directed at the upright cock, watching as his fingers
smeared the entire length of that massive shaft, so he didn't notice the
brief glitter of annoyance in Seth's bright, green eyes, nor the immediate,
deliberate change of expression, wiping away the look of irritation.

Seth tightened the muscles in his trim, sexy ass, hunched his hips up to
meet the greasy, shaft-encircling fist, fucking several rapid, staccato
thrusts up inside the tight-clenching captor, then relaxed and fell back to
enjoy Colby's familiar ritual of love and, satisfaction.

"I'm hot for your ass, man!"

As though to emphasize the point, he clenched his asshole, making his cock
jerk in Colby's fist. The manipulator gasped with anticipation and squeezed
hard, as he raised one foot from the floor, swung his splayed thighs over
Seth's heaving belly, and slowly, tantalizingly, lowered himself, guiding
the wild-throbbing tool into his asshole with maddening hesitation.

"Christ! You're gonna play your game... so long... you'll make me shoot my
load... around the opening of your asshole! Damn! You're never gonna get
that thing inside you... up your ass... before I get my nuts off!"

Breathless, struggling, angry now, eyes glaring up into the hazy, distant
blue of Colby's sex enchanted glassy stare.

He moaned, and tried to hump his cock up so it would sink into the
wide-open portal! But Colby held firm, his fist tight around the striving
stoker, holding it helpless, until, of his own decision, his own timing, he
sucked in a quick, loud breath, and seeming to dissolve, let himself down
onto the full length of the awe inspiring prick of his lover!

The long, fat cockshaft seemed to shudder as it disappeared into the
widespread asshole, as the stretched asscheeks slid down firmly into the
flesh of his belly and thighs.

"Ohhh! Man, I still don't know how you do that... but I sure as hell dig
it!"

And he rammed up with all his strength, making sure there wasn't an iota
of himself remaining neglected outside the now-clamping, tight-gripping
asshole!

"Ooooh, Seth! Man, it's good! It's so gooood! Fuck, man! Fuck my ass! I'm
all yours, stud! Hump that big, beautiful prick way up into my guts! Fuck
me, man! Fuck me to death!"

Seth's strong hands clamped over Colby's trembling hips, tight, almost
painful, and guided the sun-bronzed physique up and down in steady strokes,
his Vaseline-smeared cock working in and out rhythmically, smoothly, piston
like, a steady, even drive in, a thrilling slide out, then a grunting pump
and he was in to the hairy hilt again!

"Fuck, man! Fuck!"

Colby maneuvered into a new position, balancing his weight on his knees,
so he could control the action, and set his own speed!

"Ohhh, Christ! That's so fuckin' good!"

He rolled his hips, rotating his whole torso so that Seth's cock was
working in a modified corkscrew motion, adding tremors of more-than-usual
excitement that raged through both of them.

"My dick, man! Grab it! Smear your hands with the grease! Fuck me, Seth!
Jack me off... and play with my balls! Jesus! I'm so... fuckin'... so...
close..."

His body was racked by spasms of delight as the giant prick worked deep
into his asshole, then slid almost out as he rose and fell on it, impaling
himself, taking all of Seth's oversized dick, wishing there were even more 
-- and wondering, at the same moment, whether he'd be able to handle it if
there were more!

Seth's cock was the biggest chunk of male flesh he had ever seen, or
attempted to conquer! He had managed with Seth, but only after long and
careful practice! Now it was familiar and comfortable, but once, in the
beginning.

But he didn't want to remember that! The pain, the fights, the violence
and threats and even... hate... when things didn't work out and Seth's
patience wore thin! But it had worked, finally, and they had come to know
all each other's secret places, the points that, when touched, even
lightly, even accidentally, brought passion raging on, relentless,
unavoidable, and clothes were ripped away, bodies positioned, and cock and
ass met in the old-new thrill of total and single-directed sex.

"Fuck me, man! Christ, I love that big cock of yours! I love to feel it up
there... way up my ass... trying to rip me apart! Jesus! Yessss! Oh,
yesssss! Fuck it, stud!"

He rolled and hip-thrust, he bounced and twisted and writhed atop the
willing victim of his lust-game!

A self-satisfied smile spread across Seth's face as he lay back, eyes
closed, blindly stroking the impressive prick of his mate. He liked the
size and contour of Colby's beauty, but it was not special to him, as his
cock was to Colby. It was big, and perfectly shaped, long and thick and
juicy but it was just a cock!

That was the basic difference between the lovers. He couldn't lose himself
in the endowment and assets of his beloved, as Colby could, so easily.

But at this moment it didn't matter! Both his greasy fists were working up
and down the bursting shaft of Colby's hard-on!

Colby's two-fisted peter!

Not to be sneezed at, by any means... but not up to the super dick between
his own thighs, the prize-winning prick now fucking deep in Colby's ass!

The biggest fucker in the world, I bet! I hope! I sure as hell never seen
a bigger one!

"Jack it, Seth! Christ, I'm almost there! You ready, man?"

"Ride it, stud! Keep workin' that horny ass, up and down my joint! It's 
good, man! Real goooood!"

His ass was working, now, aiding the frantic, breathless efforts of Colby
as he fucked himself on Seth's giant prick! Seth fucked his cock up as
Colby sloshed his asshole down and they met somewhere between eternity and
infinity!

"I'm there, man! Christ, I'm gonna blast all over you! I'm gonna give your
belly and chest a real cum-bath!"

He gasped and sobbed, his body shuddering helplessly, as his orgasm rose.
He worked his body now in more limited strokes, concentrating the
hard-rubber cockhead to the sensitivity of this inflamed prostate, ready to
blast off, deliberately prolonging the thrill of it as long as possible;
teasing himself, as he was teasing Seth!

"Gum, you bastard! Get your gun, man... so when your ass clamps down it'll
get me off! I'm almost there! I wanna... I... shit... I... gotta... I gotta
cum! Gotta shoot! Do it, Colby! Do it! Ride that big, juicy prick! Shoot
your wad... and... make me shoot mine! COLBY!"

A long-drawn, steady wail rose from Colby's throat, and his buns clasped
the intruding cockhead, milking it furiously, as his big, hard prick
throbbed, expanded, and exploded a huge arc of cum that rose high in the
air, hung suspended in time for a moment, then, defeated by gravity and
reality, splattered down on Seth's straining chin, followed by more spurts,
arcing as high, nearly as high, then simply bubbling and trickling from the
spent lips of the completely drained cock.

A broken trail of white globs lined Seth's heaving belly, and the rippling
muscles strained with even greater intensity now, as the inner muscles of
Colby's asshole grasped him and squeezed, an agony of sensation, forcing
his balls to draw up tight against his cockbase, his cock to swell and
throb, and then, as he groaned helplessly, head whipping from side to side,
ass muscles clenching, ramming, driving, he fucked his cock deep into
Colby's ass and strained with everything in him, as the gushes of creamy
jism erupted way up in Colby's belly, sparkling trickles making their way
out to run down between his thighs into the crack of his own, unfucked ass.

"Oh, Christ! Colby, you're a beautiful fuck!"

"Shit, stud! Who wouldn't be... with something like that redwood of yours
to work on!"

Colby chuckled and ground his ass down hard over Seth's belly and groin.
Seth moaned and almost roughly pushed him away, twisting onto his side, 
throwing Colby off balance, and with a wrench of his hips pulled his prick
out, completely, unexpectedly, even as his cock was still dribbling a
string of pearly jism that held them attached briefly, before snapping, as
Seth drew away and rose to his knees.

"Hey... what where you goin', Seth? Shit, you're still cummin'! Come here,
babe, and let me lick those last drops off the end of your dick!"

For a moment Colby thought he hadn't heard, or just wasn't going to
acknowledge the request, but then Seth stopped and turned back, a strange
smile on his handsome mouth, those big, strong teeth sparkling in the
almost-dark, now that the fire had fallen to embers.

"Yeah. Okay, man! That's fitting! Go ahead! Lick it... take it in your
mouth... suck it take those last drops of my jism."

A chill gripped Colby, but he dismissed all awareness bid the
out-thrusting cock bobbing before his face. He arched his neck, angled his
mouth, and lunged forward, lips gaping, tongue flicking out, and captured
the dripping cockhead, dragged it hungrily into his mouth, anchoring its
broad-flaring rim with his teeth, and worked, on the entire head-surface
with his restless tongue.

He just pulled it out of my ass... I can taste fuck on it... but... shit,
I don't care! It's me... and him. Christ, I could eat his big, beautiful
meat forever! Never stop! Just stay on my knees twenty-four hours a day...
suckin' him off! Makin' him cum! Takin' his load... after load... after
load... after...

And then, surprisingly, he felt the massive expansion, the intensified
thump of blood engorged pulse, and the spasming of the huge, mouth-filling
cockhead, as Seth rocked closer to him, thrusting his hips forward,
gasping, gurgling, making garbled animal sounds of orgasm, and another
unexpected load spurted out, rich, thick, slamming against the back of his
throat, like syrup or honey, so thick, so much of it, it was difficult --
to swallow!

And then, as the last drops dwindled off and Colby swallowed the last
mouthful, Seth twisted away, snapping his spent prick out of Colby's mouth,
almost roughly. He turned and started from the now dark living room.

"Hey, Seth... where you going?"

"I'm leavin', man! Movin' on."

He turned in the doorway and it was as though Colby were looking at the 
masculine beauty of his nakedness for the first time. Seth was even more
beautiful than he had ever realized. He couldn't believe, couldn't let
himself believe, what he was hearing.

But the expression on Seth's face, the arrogant challenge in those fiery
eyes, doused all his hope.

"I... I... just gotta go, that's all! I've had it, man... I been around
longer than I thought I could stay when it started! You're a great fuck,
man... but I gotta have more! Maybe just one stud on the hook isn't enough
for me!"

Colby's anger flared.

"One! Christ, you haven't quit trickin' with every dude you could get your
hands on... or show your big dick to all the while we've been together!
Shit... one stud! That's the biggest laugh of the century!"

"Don't start on me, man! We played this scene before... and I didn't like
it then! I don't dig it any better now! I gave you what you wanted... the
biggest prick in town... up your ass... down past your tonsils... anytime
you wanted it! I didn't make any promises. We had no commitment beyond
that... my cock... your ass... your mouth!"

"That's for fuckin' sure! You're sure as hell stingy with your mouth...
and asshole!"

"Oh, Christ, Colby. Do we have to go over it all again?"

"Why not? You're leaving. One last time shouldn't be too much to ask!"

"Okay! You insist? We'll play it again... I don't dig suckin' cock! I
don't mind jackin' you off... any guy... but I don't like feelin' a hard
joint in my face... in my mouth! And I'm not about to get cornholed, man! I
got it once, when I was too small an helpless to fight back, but I'm never
gonna do it again... unless... like I told you a thousand times... I can
come up against another dude who's hung even bigger than me... and strong
enough to make me take him! That's the only way I'm ever gonna take a cock
up the ass again!"

"Seth... I... please, man... don't go! Stay. You dig my ass, don't you?
You like the way I blow you?"

"I dig you... altogether... but I've had it, man, like I said! It's
gettin' stale! Another couple weeks... another month... we'd hate each
other... least I'd hate you... and I wanna remember it good, you know?"

Colby's head fell forward between his shoulders. A million things came
into his mind, things to say... things to dissuade Seth from deserting him.
But, even as he thought wildly, seeking the one irrefutable argument that
would make Seth stay, he knew he would never find it! It didn't exist!

Nothing would hold Seth, now that he had decided to leave. He stayed still
for a long time, tears silently rolling down his cheeks, until he heard the
click of the front door, knew that Seth was gone, probably never to return.

Then he rose, went into the bathroom, turned on all the lights, and
stroked his cock until it was fully hard, raging, fiery with need and
excitement!

Rising on tiptoe, he stared at his reflection in the huge mirror above the
lavatory, eyes focused on the slithering hugeness of his foreskin, hooding
and unsheathing his cock in his own fist, fondling and massaging his balls
with the other hand!

He gasped and groaned, whimpered and moaned, as his orgasm rose higher and
higher in his gut! His hips rocked as he fucked his fist, the cock oil
lubricating his fingers, creating a steady slapping rhythm, as he jacked
and jacked. His hand between his thighs pressed up hard, forcing his huge,
swollen balls up inside his body, straining against the base of his prick.

He was trembling uncontrollably as he stared, wide-eyed, at the reflection
of his abandoned masturbation. But he didn't see himself!

Seth!

He'd show him!

His breath rasped in his throat as his cockhead expanded, swelled and
pounded, the geometric slit in the meatus gaping wide, erupting, spurting
great geysers of jism against the mirror to drip and roll heavily, slowly
down the gleaming surface!

Trembling helplessly, exhausted, nearly unable to retain his balance, he
glared angrily into the imagined gold-flecked green eyes, and hacked a huge
glob of spit into the reflected face!

Fuck you, Seth Lucas! I can do without you! After all the practice I had
on that ramrod of yours, there isn't a cock around I can't handle! And I'm
gonna have 'em all!

He milked the last drops from his wilted prick and flipped them into the 
sink, watching them run down over the gleaming white porcelain.

Very carefully, methodically, he rolled back the heavy hooding foreskin
and turned on the water in the sink. As it warmed, Colby ran the tip of his
forefinger round and round his cockhead, collecting the remnants of jism.

Staring blankly at his pearly-coated finger for a long time, Colby finally
raised his hand, opened his mouth and popped the morsel of man seed inside,
swirling his tongue to collect it, and swallowed joyously.

I got delicious cum!

He carefully washed his jism-streaked cock, and then his hands, never once
raising his head td the mirror, reluctant to look at the spent sperm he had
wasted!

And, probably, unable to admit, as he would have to, seeing them, the
tears that rolled silently and steadily down his face.

CHAPTER TWO

Colby Charles made up his mind he wasn't going to moon over the loss of
his lover! What the fuck! There's a cock dangling under every pair of
pants, and with his clean cut good looks, his athlete's body, his brazenly
bulging basket, he knew he'd have no trouble replacing Seth -- if he wanted
-- but, until the time he chose to take a full-time lover again, he was
sure as hell going to play the field!

Man, when I think of all the available meat around town, all the lonely
guys who go home alone and jack off wasting all that wonderful jism... it's
a shame! It's my duty to help those guys and save all that spunk from
staining sheets... getting wadded up in tissues, pumped down the toilet and
my mouth and asshole are available, going to waste. I'll get us together!

But in spite of his resolve, (his good intentions?) nothing seemed to
happen for Colby. Driving the quiet streets at night, eyes always open,
staring, searching hungrily for available cruisers, going the bar circuit,
even touring from tea-room to tea-room!

Nothing!

His heart just wasn't in it!

Colby joined, rather than relieved, the ranks of those he pitied. His only
release became his own fist, greased with hair cream, face cream, Vaseline,
or KY (which he disliked and soon discarded in favor of longer-lasting 
lubricants), his only company his own, his reflection in the many minors
scattered through the apartment.

It just wasn't any good! No matter how hard he looked, how hard he tried,
to meet horny dudes, to ask them home with him, or let them pick him up and
take him to their places, he just couldn't stop comparing these new
acquaintances, these strangers, with Seth!

And they all fell short... in one way or another.

One dude he almost succeeded in letting himself get interested in was in
lot of ways like Seth! Big and butch and confident, Colby cruised him with
enthusiasm, until they came face to face and the cologne the stud was
wearing overwhelmed Colby and turned his stomach -- and turned him off!

Too bad! A dude who looked so great, so butch, who couldn't let his own
delicious man-smell carry him -- had to dip too deep into the perfume and
cologne! Probably want to get in drag when they got home and want Colby to
screw his ass -- in pink nylon panties, yet!

So Colby worked, accepting every commission that came his way, painting
murals. In private homes, office buildings, municipal and county offices,
in bars, gay or straight, creating. Often the creation was not of his
choosing, but when given free rein, usually in the gay bars, less
frequently in private residences, he painted the things he couldn't express
any other way. Naked men, sensitive but completely male, sometimes lost in
the glory of mating, rampant pricks driving powerfully into other male
bodies, mouths or asses, sometimes even fists, showing the spurting ecstasy
of cum-gushing orgasm.

And when work was finished, days ended, he went back to the lonely, empty
apartment, with its memories and residual pain, and experimented with
various emollients, each, he discovered, with its own qualities, its own
degree of slippery slickness, its good and bad features!

He experimented with various positions, as well. On the big bed, on his
knees, head sunken in the mattress, watching hungrily the subtlest movement
of his clenching fist, watching his big balls slap against the back of his
hand on each downstroke. He strained his back muscles, trying to capture
the head of his dick in his own mouth, aching as much from the frustrated
desire to taste his own flesh as from the pulled muscles!

He lay, sometimes on his back, knees bent up over his head, digging into
the mattress beside his ears! This was better, but he still couldn't manage
to reach the tip of his cockhead! He could, though, spurt his load directly
into his mouth, and savor the salt-sweet nectar of his own loins!

Man, I sure got sweet, good, hot cum!

But, his great desire, to taste and feel the texture of that great,
pink-lavender mushroom at the end of his cockshaft remained beyond his
reach! No matter how long he stroked his cock, no matter how hard he
strained, no matter what he did, he couldn't breach that last gap of scant
inches and became conqueror of his own resistant flesh!

And still he cruised!

And worked!

And jerked off!

And tried to manage the somehow possible feat (he'd seen it done -- in
exhibition, live, and in movies and still photos) of eating his own
luscious prick!

And there were no tricks who came up to his rigid qualifications!

There was increasingly less solace in the elaborate ritual, of greasing
his hand and prick and joining one with the other. Jacking off just wasn't
making it for him over the long haul!

Steam baths, men's rooms, crusin' streets, bus stops, gay bars,
underground newspaper ads! None of them brought results!

The Depression set in. He began to think he would alone for all the rest
of his life, without even a one-night-stand now and then to break up the
routine!

And then the whole sky fell in.

A telegram!

Seth! Seth was coming back!

That was his one and only thought as he held the yellow envelope in
trembling hands. He couldn't open it! He was too afraid, too elated and
suspense-filled, all at the same time!

Drawing a deep breath, tensing to gain control of himself, Colby managed,
somehow, to get the envelope ripped open, and the folded yellow sheet out!
Unfolding it was the hardest work he ever did!

It wasn't from Seth!

The bastard!

And who the fuck was Cassius Gillette?

And why did he want to see Colby as soon as convenient?

But there it was, a short, economical message: Please contact me,
telephone or personally, at first opportunity. Urgent.

And signed simply, Cassius Gillette!

Thoughtlessly, Colby glanced at his watch -- three-thirty! Was it too late
to get in touch with the strange telegram-sender? He went into the bedroom
and dragged the over-sized yellow pages from their resting place under the
nightstand.

What the fuck am I doing with the yellow pages? I don't know where to
look!

He replaced it and traded it for the white directory. Leafing through, he
found the G's, then ran his finger down each column until he found what he
sought. Gillette, Cassius, Attorney-at-law.

A fuckin' lawyer!

Maybe a past client was suing him, having decided he didn't like -- wasn't
satisfied with -- had been cheated in -- Colby's work.

Afraid of the worst, Colby quickly stripped and ran into the bathroom,
dashed under the shower and dried and dressed as quickly as possible.

He debated what to wear! Casual? Raunchy? Dress-up?

He decided against raunchy, tossing the worn jeans across the bed, tossing
the boots into the rear of the closet. He halfway chose dress-up, but
carefully hung the dark suit back in place, deciding instead on a pair of
new blue-and-beige-plaid knit flares and a soft blue body shirt that served
multiple purposes in one.

Stepping into the shirt, he carefully arranged his big basket so it
wouldn't be too brazenly intrusive, and buttoned tip. The one piece
shirt-undershorts solved the problem of underwear, which Colby hated, and
also showed off the dazzling blue of his eyes, as well as the sculptured
contours of his sleek, desirable torso, while cupping, hugging, minimizing 
the mass of his heavy balls and unruly, headstrong cock.

If this was a business visit, he didn't want any rash spontaneous erection
to get in the way and show him off badly.

Traffic was surprisingly heavy for the hour, and Colby began to fret.
Perhaps he should have called first!

Fuck him!

His telegram said "urgent" and urgent was just what he was getting.

Finally he was there, managed to find a parking place, and soared in the
elevator to the upper floors of the impressive office building.

When he announced his name, Colby expected to be left cooling his heels
for some time, just so the big lawyer with the big, luxurious offices could
show just how big and important he was.

Instead he was ushered into the inner sanctum immediately and was
breathlessly glad he had worn the constricting body shirt, because the stud
who rose from behind the huge black-walnut desk, hand extended in friendly
greeting, smiling warmly, was a hunk!

Just that first look at hint, and Colby could feel his dick begin to
stretch, swell, thicken, stiffen, and he sought out a chair so he could sit
down before his hard prick ripped through the containment of the body shirt
and ripped through the tight knit slacks!

"I... I... your telegram... it said 'urgent'."

Colby was furious with himself, tongue-tied just by the sight of this
good-looking dude. His cock claimed most of his concentration, but there
was plenty left over to appreciate the sexy stud before him, though none
beyond that to absorb what the stranger, so desirable, so horny-making, was
saying!

"So, it appears, since there are no living relatives, and no one else
mentioned in the will, well, it seems you're sole beneficiary."

The smile was broad and dazzling as the words drifted off, and Colby
suddenly tensed, finally aware of at least part of what Cassius Gillette
had been saying.

"Beneficiary."

"Yes. This is what we've been talking about. It took a while for us to
locate you."

The lawyer had moved around from behind his big desk, and now perched on
one corner. Colby smiled. One cheek and an outstretched leg supported the
muscular form, and showed it off to complete and uninhibited advantage. His
trousers, like Colby's, were knit, but part of a suit, and, unlike Colby,
Cassius Gillette was not wearing undershorts or body shirt to hold in the
impressive mound of lengthy cock along his inner left thigh.

Alan, he looks like he's hung enough for three normal dudes!

"I don't understand."

"It's very simple. You were named in the will of a client of this firm.
Gary Chambers left his entire estate to you."

Colby's mind was numb. He tried, fruitlessly, to make sense of at least
part of this, but it just wouldn't work. And then, the name, Gary Chambers,
rang a bell -- distant, but vaguely recognizable.

Concentrate, you fuckhead! Concentrate on the name... Gary Chambers!

And then it came, slowly at first, but the hazy edges began to clear and
he remembered.

"He was a..."

Christ, I can't tell this guy he was a now-and-then trick a while back. I
dug him... wondered what happened to him... thought he got tired of me...
went on to greener pastures -- like Seth! LIKE SETH!

Gloom descended in deep black all around him, but he had to retain
control, at least until he got out of the office.

"I... I... uh... mean... I hardly knew the man, Mister Gillette. Why would
he leave me anything... never mind everything!"

The lawyer smiled and swiveled slightly, turning a bit more toward Colby.

"It's 'Cash'... and I know how well you knew Gary. He and I were...
well... fairly close. He told me about you... several times, in fact. We
had no secrets."

The tone was honest, the smile warm, but Colby could feel himself flushing
with embarrassment. This good-looking hunk must know... he was gay -- and 
what he and Gary Chambers had done together!

"Well..."

"It's all right, Mister Charles. Or may I call you 'Colby'? I told you...
Gary and I were friends."

Colby's cock surged painfully at the sound of the words. He wanted to
reach out and grab a handful of that exhibitionistically displayed cock! He
could see the flare of the cockhead ridge in the tight pants, and knew it
was a thick one! Hell, he could be almost certain the stud wasn't
circumcised, from the shape of his dick in his pants.

The lawyer rose from his desk corner and moved closer, leaning his
muscular cheeks back against the edge of the desk, right in front of
Colby's chair. Colby's breath caught in his throat, and he thought for a
moment, he was going to choke.

Man, that sexy dude was giving him horns! His cock throbbed steadily,
rhythmically in his pants, and he was sorry, now, he had worn the body
shirt! His cock felt strangled!

Cassius Gillette was tall, muscular, with a thick mane of wavy chestnut
hair and soft, inquisitive brown eyes. A broad face, full lips, a nice
nose, long, but not too big for his face, well-shaped! And nobody, except a
picky perfectionist (and probably not even that) could find fault with the
body! Broad shoulders, tapering downward over shelving pectorals and
hard-muscled arms (obvious, even through the shirt and suit coat) to a
trim, flat waist, narrow hips and muscular, bulging thighs and that cock!
That hypnotically insistent cock, drawing Colby's eye, even against his
will!

And that fuckin' self-assured smile!

Colby jumped nearly out of his skin, as the lawyer leaned forward,
casually, and groped him.

"I hope you don't mind. After some of the things Gary used to say about
you."

"I... uh... I... no... NO! No, I don't mind at all!"

He grinned and reached out to follow his own desire and grabbed a greedy
handful of rubbery-hard, steadily stiffening prick!

"Why don't we get more comfortable, Mister Charles... if you won't let me 
call you Colby..."

"Shit, man, you can call me anything you want including 'cocksucker'
but... you mean here... now..."

"Here. Now. I want to find out if any hang can possibly be as big as Gary
used to tell me yours is!"

"But... what if somebody should walk in..."

"Nobody walks in... unless they're buzzed... or expected! And I haven't
buzzed anybody... and nobody's expected!"

He chuckled softly and began shucking out of his clothes, jacket first,
then quickly followed it with tie and shirt!

Colby gasped at the sight of the naked chest and arms! The man was a
powerhouse! Bulging muscles, gleaming like silk, and a light scattering of
wiry, rich brown hair over his chest, circling the proud thrust of huge
nipples, trailing narrowly down into the waistline of his trousers.

Scuffing out of shoes, bending to skin off his socks, the lawyer stood
erect again and made shod work of releasing the fastenings of his trousers,
his only remaining garment. Colby just sat, stunned beyond belief,
watching.

Cash Gillette stood before him, naked, proud, fingering his heavy scrotum
to ease the cramps caused by covering clothing. He smiled invitingly and
held out his hands. Colby rose automatically, and stood quietly as Cash
began undressing him.

When both were naked, Cash squatted right in front of the hard-dicked
blond, and pressed sweaty hands along Colby's upper thighs to balance
himself, as he leaned forward and took the head of the dripping cock
lightly between his ups.

A sudden, long lunge, and Colby's entire prick was pulsing strongly in
Cash's throat. The dark-haired cocksucker tensed, adjusting to the massive
intruder, gagged slightly and froze, until the seizure passed, then slowly
worked it back out of his throat, across his tongue, until just the flare
of the head rim remained clamped behind his teeth, and he was holding the
juicy, lube-oozing cockhead captive as his tongue slithered over and around
and under, driving spears of fiery pleasure wildly up Colby's spine!

"Shit, man... you keep that up. I'm gonna blast off in your mouth in about
ten seconds! Let go, give me a chance! I haven't tasted a hot dick in 
months!"

He rolled his hips, squirming away from the persuasive mouth, and managed
to drag his cockhead out of the spit-and-cock-oil sparkling lips! Trickles
of spit ran from the corners of Cash's gaping mouth as he gasped for
breath.

Before he knew what was happening, before Cash realized he was doing it,
Colby slid back into the chair, sitting comfortably, and wrapped a thumb
and forefinger around the base of Cash's shuddering prick, and lowered his
head, breathing deep of the male aroma, gazing in awe, wide-eyed, at the
thick monster that pulsed strongly above his gripping fingers. His other
hand came up and flattened, palm up, under the swaying weight of Cash's
huge, lightly haired balls, cupping slightly to feel their weight, to
thrill to their heat!

"Oh, man, you're everything Gary said you were! Jesus, Colby, I could suck
on that big, beautiful joint for a long time before I got tired!"

Colby laughed softly in appreciation of the admiration in Cash's voice,
but at the moment he was more interested in savoring the excitement
thrumming prick. Slowly, teasing himself as much as Cash, he flicked out
his tongue and ran it along the cock's bulging underbelly, from finger
encircled base, up... slow... tantalizing... maddeningly teasing... up...
until he felt the swell of the convex cockhead ridge. Then he began a
steady, frantic, fluttering motion that battered the sensitive cock crown
and generated a generous flow of fuck oil, and still he hadn't wrapped his
cock-loving lips around the strongly pulsating sponginess of the rampant
cockhead!

"Christ, man! You're driving me out of my mind! Take it, Colby! Please!
Take my cock in your mouth! Suck it! I can't lake much more of that...
teasing."

The hip were jutting rhythmically, hands on Colby's shoulders, fingertips
digging into his flesh, trying, unsuccessfully, to aim his agitated
prickhead toward the bull's eye of Colby's inviting mouth!

"Take it, for Christ's sake! I'm gonna pop! Shit, man, I damn near messed
my pants... shot a load when you walked in the door! It's been a long time
since any stud's turned me on so bad... so quick! Now, I'm gonna waste a
load! Gonna cum! Take it, Colby! Suck me off! Get my cream!"

He was humping the air, desperate now for the feel of those firm lips
encircling his cockhead and shaft, sliding up and down the vein-threaded
column of loose-skinned ivory!

"Suck it, man! It's hot! It's ready! It's right up there! Gonna spurt!
Gonna cum, man!"

And still Colby tortured him, continuing to flutter his tongue against the
wildly drooling slit in the tip of the head and against the junction of
head and shaft, the ultimate sensitivity of the whole organ. His hands were
all over Cash's lean, hard-muscled lower torso, tracing the sculptured
thighs, slipping up between them to the rubbery ridge of flesh connecting
his balls and asshole, the buried cockroot. He probed with one finger,
found the fluted asshole and poked experimentally at it, found it
receptive, eager to oblige as it slowly relaxed, released its tension and
let his finger slip in, shallow at first, then slowly, steadily deeper,
until Colby felt his knuckle press firmly against the outer ring of that
finger-stuffed asshole.

He squeezed Cash's nuts, rolling them in their tightening pouch, pressing
up on them until first the left, then quickly followed by the right, popped
back inside his body, creating impressive bulging lumps at either side of
the straining cock base!

"God damn it! I'm gonna shoot! I'M GONNA CUM!"

Both Colby's hands crept around Cash's hips, clasped firmly into the
resilient, firm flesh and asscheeks, drew the quivering, fevered body
forward, and, at the same time, Colby opened his mouth wide, eagerly
accepting the thick-drooling tip and leaning into it until he had the
whole, wildly throbbing prick buried to the hairy balls in his mouth,
bending down his throat!

"Ooooh! Aaaaahhh! Ohhhhh!"

Hips shot forward, pulled back, balls slapped fleshly against Colby's
strong chin! Juicy, sucking sounds escaped his overflowing mouth, as he
sucked hungrily, greedily, at the throat-stretching girth and length of the
lawyer's beautiful foreskin-sliding cock!

"Oh, Christ! Cummin'... Col... by... cum... gonna... can't... help... oh
shit I'm cumming! I cum... cum... CUMMIN'!"

His pelvis smashed forward with all his strength, ramming his whole cock
and it felt, to Colby, like a good portion of his tight balls into his
mouth! The head, deep in Colby's throat, swelled and convulsed, and a
gusher of stunk erupted, raged into his throat, and ran, thick and viscous,
down into his gut.

The muscular body fucked his mouth savagely for long moments, until the
impact of the orgasm diminished, dwindled, then faded away, leaving Cash
spent, weak, satisfied, but far from distant or disinterested!

As Cash backed away, pulling his juicy cock outs of Colby's tight-lipped
mouth with a liquid smack, he grinned with delight, and again fell to his
knees, spreading Colby's thighs as wide as the limitation of the chair arms
would allow.

"Man, you suck cock like you mean it, man!"

"I not only mean it. I love it!"

And he chuckled softly, as he slipped his fingers through the chestnut
strands on the sides of Cash's head, gently kneading the scalp underneath.
His touch was gentle, somehow even more intimate and personal than his
adoration of the rampant prick moments before.

But Cash didn't give him time to think about his feelings, only, his
sensations, as his head fell forward, his mouth a hungry, ravenous maw,
engulfing first the head, then the entire length of the cockshaft in lava
like liquid heat!

"Suck it, lawyer-man! Suck my dick suck it clean and dry, just like I
sucked yours! Make me spill my nuts down your thirsty throat! Make me cum,
man! Take my load... see if my jism is as sweet and tasty as yours! I can
still taste your sweet spunk in my mouth! It's slick, oily... clinging to
my teeth... my lips... the inside of my mouth! Suck it, stud! Blow me!"

Cash dipped low, wallowing in the enjoyment of the great mass of cock
stretching that cock-loving throat!

"Oh, yeah, man! Oh! Yeah! Yesssss!"

The excitement hissed in Colby's voice as he rotated his hips in the deep,
comfortable chair, rolling up to meet the downthrust of Cash's hungry
mouth. He gasped for breath as the fire in his veins raged hotter with each
thrust and retreat of juicy lips and tongue, lightly scraping teeth, and
muscle-contracting throat!

"Suck it, stud! It's beautiful! Just watching you eat my peter... I could
almost cum! Hot, man! Gettin' up there!"

Cash tightened his lips and worked his tongue in an endlessly maddening
flutter, from the base to the tip of Colby's frenzied hard-on!

"Damn, you suck good dick, Cash! It's takin' all I got... to hold back! I
want it to last... last oh, man... if it could just... go... on... and
on..."

He was humping up wildly from the depths of the chair, thighs straining to
ram his prick deeper into Cash's greedy throat. As the fever soared higher,
he moaned and whimpered, sobbing for breath, poised fragilely on the brink
of crashing, plummeting orgasm, but clinging to the moment as long as
possible, refusing to take that last, eternal plunge over the precipice!

"Oh, Christ! Suck, man! Eat dick! Chew peter!"

Spasms of delight coursed through him. His spine felt as though it were
melting, molten, leaving him helpless, willing victim to the vampire at his
crotch!

"Suck it, Cash! I'm close, man! Re-e-e-a-a-a-l clo-o-o-se!"

The auburn head bobbed, the pouting, straining, stretching lips slid up
and down the spit-slick cockshaft, while his hands gently, lovingly,
awesomely, caressed and fondled the massive, taut-skinned balls, the
goose-fleshed inner thighs, the quivering under-arms he could reach as he
stretched his hands up between Colby's thighs, the firm, velvet roundness
of the bottom most curve of splendid, fuckable asscheeks!

"Oh, Christ! Goddamn! Suck it, Cash! Eat it, stud! Take it! Take all of
it! I'm there, man! I'm... THERE!"

His hips worked, his belly heaved, as he thrashed under the expert digital
and lingual manipulations of this fantastic dude.

Cash reveled in his mastery over the limp, trembling male super-body, and
he sucked with rabid absorption.

"Oh, shit! Here... it cums... CASH! SUCK IT! I'M GONNA... MAN, I'M GONNA
MAKE... IT... CUM! SHIT! I'M CUMMIN'! OOQHHHAAAHHHGGG!"

His whole insides erupted, gushing out in a fiery comet of sensation, his
cock swollen more massively huge than ever before in his vast experience,
his whole life!

Cash gagged, gurgled, retching violently, but he refused to surrender his
prize; he was determined to vanquish the mammoth monster halfway down to
his belly, deep in his throat! Finally, the spasms passed and he got
control of himself again, swallowing rapidly, loudly, rudely, to possess
every drop, every dram, of the bittersweet richness, the spunk of Colby's 
loins.

"Oh, Christ, you're some cocksucker, lawyer man!"

"You're no amateur yourself, friend."

They were pulling themselves together again, in the soft, warm afterglow
of completely fulfilling mating.

CHAPTER THREE

Cash arrived at the apartment the following Friday night, coming directly
from the office. Colby met him at the door, with a frosty Gibson, wearing a
deep-blue see-through caftan. By the time they got to the drinks the caftan
was in shreds, Colby's ass was well-fucked (two thick, slushy loads of
Cash's jism deposited deep in his guts), and the Gibsons were lukewarm.

"Well, there's only one thing to do, man. Pop the pitcher back in the
freezer, and well go back into the bedroom!"

Colby smiled with satisfied delight and went to the kitchen, set the tall
crystal pitcher close to the freezing unit, and strolled confidently back
into the candlelit, firelight-flickering living room.

As Cash drew him into his arms, rubbing his cum-and-lube-smeared cock up
tight between Colby's thighs, rubbing it back and forth over the pouting
asshole, he clamped a hard mouth over Colby's yielding one, tongue probing
deep, as hungry hands roved endlessly over Colby's nakedness.

"Man, you're really something else! Shit, I just pumped two loads of
red-hot spunk up your asshole... and I'm ready to plow you again... no
wait... no rest... no hesitation!"

Colby chuckled softly, deep in his throat, happy with this new and
unexpected development in his life, and squirmed lewdly against the
silken-haired chest and belly.

"Well, if that's what you want... never repress a desire... or a good
idea! Where? Here on the floor in front of the fire... or in the comfort of
that big, bouncy bed in the bedroom?"

Cash's answer was to sweep Colby into his arms, effortlessly, and move the
few feet to the other room, dumping him unceremoniously in the center of
the king-sized bed!

"Get up on your knees, stud!"

Colby grinned up at the masterful figure, and rose from his prone
position, crouched on hands and knees, and slowly, teasingly, inched his
way backward, to the edge of the bed, carefully aligning his asshole with
the rapidly rising hugeness of Cash's hard prick!

"That's it, baby! That's just the way I want you... on your knees... so I
can stand here at the side of the bed and plug you good! But first swing
around... come to me, man... and get my cock nice and slick and juicy! Eat
on it awhile! Get it good and lubed with your horny spit so it'll slip in
like a hot knife through butter!"

Unresisting, Colby swung into position, still on his knees, but now facing
the out-thrusting, horizontal rigidity of Cash's hard-on. Lunging forward,
he wrapped his strong arms around the lazily humping hips, and groveled for
the swaying length of his friend's already drooling cock!

"Get it, stud! Grab that big thing and ram it down your throat! Juice it
up... then I'm gonna turn you around and ram it up your sweet ass again...
gonna fuck you man... maybe all night... maybe all weekend... gonna fuck
you till I can't get it up... and you can't sit down!"

Colby cooed with delight as the massive prick sank easily into his throat,
his tongue working all the time over every accessible surface. He sucked
and slurped. He gurgled with delight around the overflowing mouthful of
unconquerable erection, and squeezed the cheeks of Cash's ass, reached down
and through, lightly brushing his hands along the dark-shadowed crack of
Cash's ass until he found the taut-skinned scrotum, and began rolling, it
on his palm, then squeezing, and pressing up, trying to pop Cash's nuts
back into their cavities at the base of his prick!

"Suck it, cocksucker! Eat my meat, man! Make me so hot... so fuckin'
horny... I can't help myself... so I can't do anything but fuck your sweet,
hot, tight asshole!"

And then he contorted his hips, a half-swing to the side, and his
spit-coated tool popped noisily free of the compressed lips. With a playful
slap on the butt, he signaled Colby he was ready, no longer playing, no
longer preparing -- but ready.

Colby swung into position, bracing himself on his knees and forearms, head
burrowing into the mattress, hoping he could see between his widespread
legs as Cash put the meat to him!

"Man, that a beautiful joint... even from this position!"

Cash chuckled and grabbed a firm hold around the base of his big prick,
bending it down, hunching his hips forward, ramming his cock between
Colby's thighs, just against the underside of his balls, sliding its wet,
slippery surface back and forth, sending chills of excitement and
anticipation all through Colby's crouched figure.

"You like the way my meat looks, do you, stud?"

"Damn right! It's a beauty, Cash! You really got one hell of a handsome
cock on you!"

Cash chuckled again, a deep, somehow menacing sound, reared back and
without any special aim, lunged, burying the full length of his ramrod
prick to the hilt in Colby's hot, cum-dripping, cock-clutching asshole!

"You like the way it feels in your guts... as much as you like the way it
looks... you like it stuffed way up into your belly, man?"

"Ohhhh! Ohhhh! Christ! Yessss!"

Colby began to sway from side to side, rotating his well-filled asshole,
rolling his hips, using all his expertise to maneuver Cash's big prick into
position to massage his aching prostate with every vigorous in-and-out
thrust! Long, virile strokes, pulling viciously out until only the flanged
rim of Cash's cockhead anchored him within the clutching ring of Colby's
sphincter! Then, quickly, brutally, violently, Cash's hips shot forward,
his body following the movement, and he felt his heavy nuts slam against
Colby's, as the root of his cock pressed determinedly against the
tight-clenched ring of restraining asshole fucker.

"You like my big meat, lover?"

"Christ, what do I have to do to prove it to you? I love it, man! I love
the way you feel trying to ram it out through my mouth!"

"You like my joint better than anybody else's? Anybody else that ever
fucked your horny, hungry little ass?"

A brief, vivid image of Seth flashed over Colby's retina, but he refused
to acknowledge the memory, and groaned with savage delight as Cash dragged
his prick out again, this time all the way, his cockhead popping free of
the convulsing hole, jerking in the air a moment. Then, as Cash poised and
lunged, the cock drove deep into Colby's aching asshole again, to the hilt,
to the balls, to the hairy root!

"Ohhh! Christ! Don't destroy it, man! You might want to fuck it again... 
some of these days!"

"Fuck! Man, I'd like to keep my hot jock up there from now on... never let
it out... just graft your asshole around the base of my dick... and spend
the rest of time inside that juicy, cum-loving asshole!"

He bucked and surged over his more-than-willing victim, and the animal
rutting, the primeval instinct, agitated Colby's prostate beyond endurance.

"I'm... there, man! I'm... gonna... cum! Can't wait... for you... CASH!
GONNA! GONNA! CUM! CUUUMMMM!"

Everything inside him exploded, and in spite of the velocity the ferocity,
the fury of his own orgasm, the surging, gushing spray of jism that
spattered the bed, he could feel the massive expansion, the convulsive
spasms as Cash shot his load way up in his belly!

"Me... too... lover! I'M FILLIN'... YOUR ASSHOLE... WITH... SPUNK! TAKE
IT! TAKE IT ALL! FEEL IT, COCKSUCKER! FEEL... IT... EXPLODE... IN YOUR...
IN YOUR... HORNY GUTS."

Cash groaned and collapsed. Colby settled down onto his belly, Cash's
weight on his back, and then he tensed as he felt the pressure!

The big cock in his ass had softened slightly, and without knowing, Colby
knew what was happening!

"No! Oh, Christ, no! Cash! Don't! Please... don't! I never..."

"Maybe not, cocksucker... but you are now! Lie still... just lie there...
and relax... and let it happen!"

Cash chuckled evilly, and twisted his hips into the resilient mounds of
Colby's buns!

"You might as well... ain't a fuckin' thing else you can do!"

"Cash! Don't... Christ, don't piss up my ass I'm full of cum already! I
can't take it... can't hold it!"

"You can hold it! My joint will hold it up inside you... till I'm
through... then you can run for the bathroom."

"Cash! Stop! Let me up! Let's go in the bathroom, now! Do it... in there!
Not here... it'll gush out all over the bed!"

"Tough! Now, shut up... and relax! Man, you're gonna feel somethin' like
you never felt before... if nobody ever let go with a bladder load of piss
up your asshole before!"

And Colby settled down, resigned to the inevitable, and felt the fiery
flow, the growing sensation of fullness, the bloated, swollen feeling, and
he began to trembled with alarm.

"Cash..."

"It's okay, babe! I'm almost through! Feels good, huh? Just a little bit
more... and you'll have three loads of cum... and a really big bellyful of
piss! You like it, don't you, man?"

Did he like it? He couldn't decide. Did he love it... or loathe it... or
the idea of it? Fact... or preconceived morality?

"I... I don't know! I... think... I think I like it!"

Cash chuckled with pleasure and squirmed his belly tighter against Colby's
slightly raised ass, cementing them more securely together.

"Feel it, man! FEEL IT! All that piss flowing up into your guts, man...
all that hot, golden piss..."

Colby groaned and surrendered himself to the strange sensation, devoting
his body, mind, emotion to the massively increasing fullness he was
experiencing.

"Cash... damn... I-I feel... I think I'm gonna explode! It just keeps
coming into me... bloating me... Cash."

Alarm began to flood him as surely as the unending torrent of piss. He
started to writhe, but Cash pressed his weight more strongly down on him,
and clamped his hands into the fleshy resiliency of Colby's shoulders.

"It's okay, man! Don't get up-tight! It's almost finished. Not much more
now! I'm almost through. Just relax and take it, then you can go in...
and... let it all out."

Voice low and husky, he hunched his pelvis, and Colby could feel the
easing off of that insistent pressure. He was helpless, a little
frightened, but strangely, insanely, his prick, digging into the rumpled
bed, was ramrod hard, throbbing with excitement. His balls were drawn up
tight against his groin and he knew, in spite of all his reservations
against the act itself, he loved -- and was spontaneously reacting to -- 
the way it made him feel. The fullness in his belly was like a million
loads of hot, spunky cum! The distention of his flesh was the acceptance,
the reception, of all that body fluid!

"Cash! Christ, it's like getting fucked by a thousand guys all at once!
It's it's... wild! Oh, Cash! I love it! I can feel every drop of your
piss... way up there... inside me! It's so hot... there's such a lot of it!
Oh, man! I... I... Slit! I'm gonna cum! I'm gonna shoot my load! I can't
help it! I'm ccccuuuummin..."

"Go, baby! Let it spurt! I'm almost finished! You got an ass full of
jism... and piss... and you'll never feel that full... that loaded with hot
man stuff again... never in your whole fuckin' life!"

Colby's body shuddered helplessly, as the forced ejaculation hot out of
him. Both were on the outer limits of civilization at that moment,
reverting to the primeval, tribal barbarism of pure sensation and personal,
selfish satisfaction! Nothing mattered, nothing existed but themselves and
each other. If anything had interrupted the strange erotic moment both
might have killed to retain this erotic and sexual feeling rolled into just
once magic moment of time!

"Christ, Cash! I... it... my cum... won't stop! I can feel... everything
you're doing back there... and my... prostate is... just throbbin'...
like... crazy..."

"I know, man! I can feel it... right through your asshole! Your muscles
are squeezing my dick... like they're trying to squeeze it off me..."

"It's good, Cash! Soooo fuckin' gooood!"

And then Cash felt the last drops of his flow, the final, cut-off spurt,
that last splash after he thought he was finished! And then he was
finished!

He lay still and quiet on Colby's broad, sweaty back, moaning and
shuddering each time the inner muscles of Colby's spontaneously spasming
asshole gripped him, each time the big gluteus muscles flexed, as though
Colby were physically reassuring himself that Cash really possessed him,
was really on his back, pressing his weight down on him, his soft prick
sunk deep inside his well-fucked, perversely-used asshole!

"That's four loads for you?"

Cash's voice was husky, tired, as though this last escapade, the effort of
pissing such vast quantities into so confined an area, had exhausted him.

"Yeah, man! Four fuckin' hot loads of spunk! The fuckin' bed's a mess...
have to change it before we settle down to get some sleep."

"I'm commin' out, Colby. Keep your muscles clamped as tight as you can...
so you can make it to the john without leaving a golden trail behind!"

He chuckled softly as he slowly, carefully, drew his hips back, holding
down on Colby's shoulders, withdrawing his wet, acrid-scented prick out of
the red, swollen, over-used asshole.

As it popped free, Cash rolled to the side, onto his back, and Colby moved
cautiously, backing off the bed, standing with difficulty, walking stiff
legged, slowly!

Cash lay quietly, listening to the sounds coming from the bathroom, a
satisfied smile raising the corners of his handsome, full-lipped mouth.
There was a tingle in his fucked-out, pissed-out prick, and he knew he
wasn't through yet. The night... the weekend... lay before them! And he was
going to take his fill from the delightful body of his host!

When Colby came back, his golden body diamond-sparkling with beads of
water, freshly showered, they looked strainedly at each other for a moment.
Then Cash grinned and winked and Colby flew to the bed and leaped on top of
Cash, scooping him into his arms.

As they snuggled close together, nuzzling in the warmth of each other's
nakedness, both were temporarily sated, romantic, without thoughts of sex
or mating, except for the sweet afterglow of what had just passed between
them.

"That's the first time that ever happened to me, man. Have you done that
number with many other dudes?"

Cash chuckled softly, his warm breath tickling the hollow of Colby's neck,
where his head rested.

"Not many... but enough to know that it does something to some studs...
like it did to you. Made you shoot an extra wad of spunk, didn't it?"

"Yeah... after I got over being scared all that piss was gonna bust me
wide open!"

They lay quietly for a long time, neither moving, neither wanting to.

"Hey, Colby..."

"Hmmm?"

"How did Gary come to leave his whole estate to you? Were you lovers?"

Colby twisted from Cash's embrace, sat up and looked down into those
gentle brown eyes, uncertain whether to be angry, reassuring, or amused.

"Hell no! I kind of dug him... for a while. I liked him. He was an older
guy, but not all that old... maybe forty, forty-five. You knew him. A sexy
dude... and a hell of a good lay."

"Sure, I knew him... but he was closer to fifty-five than forty-five...
though I wouldn't have believed it if I hadn't been in charge of his
affairs... legal affairs, that is! He sure was in great shape! When I met
him I thought he was even younger than you thought him."

Colby felt his irritation growing, and drew still further away from Cash,
ending up sitting near the end of the bed, out of his reach.

"You thought I was making it with the old guy just for what he could do
for me... maybe that he was keeping me?"

"Hell, I didn't say that."

"You didn't really have to, did you?"

"Slit! Come on! Don't get your ass in an uproar! I was curious... not
accusing!"

"Well, I told you! We tricked a few times... we talked a lot... kept
running into each other in bars... the theater... restaurants. He just
seemed to be around whenever I went anywhere!"

"Just a couple of social butterflies, huh?" Cash's voice was bubbling with
amusement, and he lunged for Colby before the angry stud could prepare,
capturing him around the chest with steel-band arms, held him close, and
dragged him down to tie beside him again, not relinquishing his possessive
embrace.

"Now, listen! I didn't accuse you of anything! I just wondered, that's
all. It's no great scandal or anything like that. He didn't have anybody
and it's great that you were around to talk to him... to fuck with him...
so he at least had somebody to keep him from being too lonely..."

Slowly Colby's annoyance dissipated, and he snuggled comfortably into 
Cash's arms, his hands lazily running up and down the muscular,
brown-haired body, finally coming to rest in his crotch, moving restlessly
from cupping his heavy, sagging balls to circling and stroking his flaccid
cock.

"What are you going to do with your windfall?"

"I haven't got the slightest idea. I don't even know if I'm going to
accept it."

Now it was Cash's turn to rear up and stare dis-believingly down into
Colby's warm blue eyes.

"... not keep it? For Christ's sake, why not?"

"Well, for one thing... I don't think I deserve it. And for another, I
don't think I want it. By the time the taxes are deducted, it's probably
just a lot of trouble to go through for nothing."

"Listen, you can't turn it down. If you do it'll just revert to the
state... and I'll handle things for you so the taxes won't hurt. You could
move out of here. The house is in pretty run-down condition, but it's a
place to live. There's more room than you have here and it would cost a lot
less than keeping this apartment. Property taxes in that area are almost
nil. You'd save a bundle just in rent."

"What's the matter? Don't you like my apartment?"

"Hell, there's nothing wrong with it... but, shit, wouldn't you like to
have a place of your own? A place that you could do what you wanted with...
a place nobody could evict you from... or raise the rent on you?"

"That sounds sensible. But you said it's pretty run down. I don't know. I
never went there. Gary and I... well, we always came to my place."

"It needs some work, as any house that's been lived in for a long time
needs work... but, Christ, there's more than enough cash in the estate to
make any repairs or changes, as long as you don't try to turn it into a
mansion or something like that."

Colby snuggled still closer, a slow itch developing in his guts, a signal
he was getting ready for more adventures with the chestnut-haired stud. He
squeezed Cash's prick, rhythmically, slowly persuading him to a lazily
stretching, swelling erection.

As he toyed with the reluctant prick, tickled the heavy-hanging nuts, his 
thoughts turned to the suggestion. It wasn't a bad idea.

"Looks like you're trying to change the subject, man."

"Not really. I'm just getting horny again. I want to see and feel that big
cock of yours up hard and ready to go into action."

"Well, keep that up and you'll see action soon enough. Why don't you bend
down there and give him a kiss! He likes that!"

Cash chuckled and so did Colby as he slid down off the smooth body and
laid his head in the thick pillow of curly auburn crotch hair, fondling the
slowly rising cock only inches away from his wide, unblinking, appreciative
eyes.

"You got a beautiful prick, Cash. The head's so big... so fat... you got
such a lot of foreskin! It slides back and forth almost the whole length of
your big, beautiful cock!"

"Kiss it."

Cash's hands were on the back of Colby's head, pushing forward. Colby
ringed his thumb and forefinger around the massive hood of loose flesh,
drawing it up higher over the stiffening fullness of the solid-meated cock
within.

"Hey, man, that feels good. Feels like you're trying to pull all the
outside skin up over the boner inside... and trying to push my boner up
inside me."

Colby chuckled and flicked out his tongue to lick the sleek hairy groin,
just beyond the fat cockbase.

"That's what I'm trying to do, all right. I want to chew on all that loose
skin! I don't care about the hard meat inside!"

Cash slapped him playfully, and spread his powerful thighs wide, making
more room for Colby, who immediately scrambled round and crouched between
them, going head-on for the huge cock and massive, slowly rising nuts.

He sucked and lapped and tongued and nibbled. His efforts had the
inevitable effect, and soon Cash was writhing in the agony of anticipation,
impatient for Colby's game to come to an end so he would get to the
important purpose of all this -- sucking the suddenly raging prick!

"Take it, Colby! Take the whole fucker! Down your throat! Let it ram all 
the way in... then I'll fuck your mouth so good you won't be able to even
talk for a week... maybe even a month!"

Colby released his cramping hold on the straining foreskin, and the steel
shaft of cock slid forward with the momentum of a torpedo, filling the
entire hood that Colby had held captive. As Colby watched, fascinated, the
foreskin dragged back from the ooze-coated head and snapped firmly behind
the flare of the rim. The entire cockhead was exposed, inviting, sparkling
in the dim light, irresistible to the cock-loving, ravenous mouth hovering
just above the tip, already dribbling an unaware trickle of saliva to
lubricate the violet mushroom which was well-lubed with its own slick ooze.

"Suck it, stud!"

Colby's mouth closed over the sleek cockhead and started its thrilling
slow descent.

"Twist around, babe! Come on and let me at that big jock of yours! Nothing
like a wet, juicy, slobbery sixty-nine to top off a night of good fuckin',
man!"

Colby scrambled into position, never releasing a centimeter of the
mouth-trapped hard-on, and as he felt the warm enclosure of Cash's hungrily
sucking lips, he started bobbing wildly on the captive pillar, eager to
taste the sweet life-essence that would thrill and excite him to his own
explosive spurting of jism.

Their bodies worked in rhythmic counterpoint, each expert, each eager to
delight and satisfy the other. It was surprisingly brief, considering the
previous exertions, but both of them made it quickly, gushing great blasts
of jazz deep into each other's throats.

When again they separated, Colby gasped breathlessly, close to Cash's ear.

"I think you're right, man! I'm gonna give up the apartment... take the
inheritance and move into the house Gary left me."

Cash made a playful, derogatory move with his mouth, and pretended to
pout.

"Shit, you're eatin' my peter and thinkin' about the fortune some other
cocksucker left you? Man, I must be a fuckin' dull lay."

He chuckled and wrapped himself around Colby, as both drifted off into
exhausted and warm, companionable relaxation, finally to the depths of
dreamless sleep.

CHAPTER FOUR

Gary's bequest to Colby wasn't a fortune, but it was, as Cash had
reassured him, sufficient to put the house in tip-top living condition.

Colby and Cash spent all of Saturday in bed, rising from each other's
bodies only long enough for food, toilet breaks, and, as the day
lengthened, increasingly long recuperative interruptions in the lusty
pursuit of satiety.

Sunday, the two cum-drained studs drove out to the house Colby had decided
to move into. A careful tour of the place revealed all the necessary
repairs and alterations, and they had a sheaf of notes by the time they
stumbled back into Colby's Porsche and drove off.

"Man, you sure there's enough money to do all that stuff?"

"There's enough. And don't forget there's income, too, from the little
apartment complex and that business property upstate. You wouldn't even
have to work, if you lived simply and didn't spend a lot on luxuries."

"Shit, I'd go out of my mind if I weren't working. I can't just sit around
and find things to keep me busy. Besides, I meet some of my best bed
partners in the process of doing a job... here or there... or someplace."

He chuckled and then groaned and winced as Cash lashed out and grabbed a
painful handful of his right thigh, squeezing hard, until Colby gasped and
cried, "Uncle!"

"That'll teach you... Don't gloat about your other fuck-friends around me.
When I'm with you, you ought to be so horny... just for me... you couldn't
even find room to think about anybody else."

They both laughed, delighted with each other's company, aware there was
something special between them, though it was too soon to even wonder if it
would become serious. Time would decide. Until time either solidified the
affection they shared, or dissipated it; they would enjoy being together,
lusting delightfully together -- and wait to see what would happen.

Colby was reluctant to let Cash go when it was time for him to return to
his own apartment late Sunday night, but he knew that the coming week would
be busy for both of them. Now that he had decided to move into the house,
he had endless lists of things to do before he could give up this
apartment, his home for several years, familiar, comfortable, almost part
of him.

But he looked forward to the change and the mountains of work required to
be done before the house was the way he wanted it, the home that would be
really part of him, perhaps for the rest of his life. If not, for along,
long time, anyway.

Colby spent a lot of time at the house, thinking, wandering from room to
room, deciding what he wanted done, what couldn't be avoided, what wasn't
necessary but would be nice. Finally, with a basic plan, he began making
contacts.

His telephone conversation with Austin Bradley was pleasant, reassuring,
and the fifth such in as many days. The previous four had not worked out.

Shit, all I want is a carpenter who can make some changes and build in a
few things I want done. Talking to those guys is like trying to get any
kind of information from a government agency.

But, somehow, Austin Bradley seemed different. It was easy to talk to him
(at least over the phone), and he seemed friendly, agreeable, and, as much
as Colby could tell, efficient and capable of at last understanding what it
was Colby wanted done.

They made an appointment to meet at the house the morning after their
brief but pleasant conversation. Colby arrived early, and felt good. The
day was fine, the sky bright, the air clear.

In the kitchen, making a pot of coffee, having already transferred basic
supplies to the place, Colby was pleasantly surprised at the sound of the
doorbell a full fifteen minutes before the designated appointment time.

As he swung the heavy door open, he was pleasantly surprised at the sight
before him.

"Austin Bradley?"

"Right. Colby Charles??"

"Come in, you're early. I'm dripping a pot of coffee. I thought we could
sip and chat at the same time."

Samll talk to fill the void of strangers meeting, to cover Colby's silent
study of the man he was already certain would be his choice -- if he didn't
turn out to be a stubborn, unalterable fool, as had the others interviewed.

Austin Bradley was a handsome devil, confident in his husky, masculine 
body and, probably as important, his awareness of his own ability. He had
dark hair, gray eyes, a craggy, outdoorsy, peasant-type face, and a
bull-like physique with thick nice, rippling shoulders and back, high
standing pecs and a tapered, trim waist and hips that looked too narrow,
too trim, to support the bulk of that massive upper torso. The thighs,
though, sheathed in second-skin jeans, bore the muscular weight with ease,
as he planted his feet wide apart in the center of the rather shabby living
room and turned his head, surveying the obvious things to be done, and
(Colby thought) anticipating the unseen tasks Colby had in mind.

"Basically a damn nice room. A lot could be done with it, though, to make
it even better. For instance... that wall over there... the whole thing
turned into a unit of built-ins... bookcases... television... stereo."

Colby whipped his head toward the dark-haired stud. An uncontrollable gasp
rose in his throat.

"You've either been reading my mind or you broke into my apartment and
read my notes."

Austin chuckled and his big white teeth were dazzling in the morning
sunlight. Colby felt a chill of excitement along his spine.

"It's fairly obvious. An unbroken wall, the window-wall right against
it... simple reasoning."

"I think we're going to get along, man. Come on out to the kitchen with me
while I finish the coffee. We can talk about the other things I want to
do."

Time passed swiftly. Almost as quickly a friendly camaraderie and mutual
respect grew between the two men. All Colby's ideas were reasonable, Austin
agreed, but his own suggestions helped make some even more practical than
Colby's original concepts.

"Well, I guess it's settled, then. Do we sign contracts or something of
the sort?"

Austin looked intently into Colby's vulnerable blue eyes for a long
moment, then shook his head negatively.

"I don't think we need anything like that. I can tell more about you from
the look in your eye... the set of your face... than from your signature on
a piece of paper."

Suddenly, unexpectedly, but pleasing to Colby, the taller, more muscular 
stud moved a step closer, snaked out a biceps-bulging arm and embraced
Colby, drawing him close against his powerful body; lowering his head and
with wide, gaping its, pressed his mouth down hard against Colby's, tongue
probing deep into his mouth, swirling in the coffee-tasting, slightly
bitter interior, exploring all he could reach, the back and top of his
mouth, over and under his tongue, into his cheeks, tracing all the way
around both upper and lower teeth.

Colby was breathless as Austin raised his head and released his muscular
but gentle hold.

"You sure there isn't anything you need done to the bedroom?"

His smile dazzled Colby again, and for a moment he couldn't find his
voice. Then, with a grin and a wink, he was finally able to speak.

"Well, nothing I can think of at the moment, though I do need more closet
space. There's a hell of a lot you can do in the bedroom, though! A lot you
can do for me..."

The big man reached out and grasped Colby's hand, leading him like a child
toward the bedroom wing of the single-storied house, seeming almost as
breathless with anticipation as Colby, for what was to come.

The only furniture in the house was a bed, which Colby hadn't removed,
thinking he might want to spend a night or two on the premises as work
progressed. All the rest of Gary's furniture had been discarded or put in
storage, awaiting its final fate, either utilized in Colby's new scheme of
things, or finally cast off.

"Man, I'm glad I didn't have them take the bed away."

"It wouldn't have mattered! Fuckin' on the floor can be fun, too, you
know?"

Austin's hands were at Colby's crotch, an aggressive move that startled
the attractive, sun-gold blond. When the big carpenter fumbled open his fly
and flipped his heavy prick out into the air, and immediately went on his
knees before Colby, his amazement multiplied.

"Man, that's beautiful!"

Gentle fingers rubbed and stroked Colby's rapidly expanding prick, tracing
each vein, thumbing the soft, smooth velvet texture of its flesh covering.

"Man, I didn't expect this but I'm sure as hell glad it's happening. When 
I saw you at the door I didn't figure you for a..."

Colby was flustered. Could he be brutally frank with this man, so superior
to himself in strength and sheer animal power.

"A cocksucker? Is that what you started to say?"

"I... well... yeah, I guess so..."

Austin laughed delightedly, staring up into Colby's uncertain blue eyes.

"... but you changed your mind, thought I might knock you on your ass...
beat the shit out of you... if you used the word? Well, man, I don't mind!
That's what I am... a cocksucker... and I'm not ashamed of myself I dig
hard meat... I love the way a hot jock feels inside my mouth... the way it
feels when a stud shoots off and pumps his jazz down my throat!"

As he talked, Austin worked at Colby's clothes, unbuttoning his shirt,
drawing it from his shoulders, tossing it aside, and then going on to his
trousers, loosening the belt, opening the top button and drawing the
unresisting cloth down trembling, muscular thighs, and lifting one foot
after the other, to free his willing conquest of all encumbrance, leaving
him standing expectant, naked, eager!

"Man, you may not be one of the muscle boys, but you're really something
to look at! Lean and hard... nice, athletic body. I dig it, stud! And that
piece of meat!"

His hand ran the full length of Colby's torso from shoulders to hips,
sliding around to cup taut, high-riding asscheeks, and then back to lift
and weigh the hard-on and dangling nuts, one hand for each, manipulating
them separately, yet in conjunction, to create sensations of great pleasure
that coursed wildly all through Colby's receptively attuned body.

"Man, that's a whopper. A really big piece. Nice and fat... as thick at
the tip... just behind the head... as it is at the base... nice... thick...
nice..."

A hypnotic chant, deep-throated, softly uttered, as though to himself,
rather than in admiration for Colby's ears.

And as he spoke, his dark, shaggy head eased forward until, still
speaking, he slipped his warm, wet mouth over the blunt tip of Colby's
mushroom cockhead and began a gurgling chant of delight.

Colby tensed, felt himself ram strongly forward, driving the whole length 
of his throbbing, hard prick into Austin's mouth, felt it bending down into
his throat, felt the contractions of the man's esophagus as he gagged and
almost had to surrender the prize, but finally regained control and kept it
buried to the hilt inside his muscle-working, tongue-lapping throat.

"Suck it, man! Christ, you know how to suck cock! You know as much about
doing it the right way as you know about the work you do! Man you're good!
You could make me shoot my load right away... right... now... but...
but..."

And he wrenched backward, popping his spit-slick ramrod free of the
devouring mouth, taking an unsteady step backward, away from the too
talented aggressor.

"Come on, stud! Let me have it! I wanna finish you off! I want your load
for breakfast!"

The impish grin ignited Colby's sense of humor and he laughed, but shook
his head, not yet ready to surrender his seed to this ravenous cock-lover!

"Not yet, man! I don't play the trade bit too well! I like something to
work on myself, while a dude's eatin' my peter! So, strip down and let's
get comfortable on the bed. I don't want to just stand here and look
down... watch you give me a fast blow job! I want some goodies, too. You
got anything against a nice, slow, old-fashioned sixty-nine?"

"Not a fuckin' thing... as long as you can dig the number... but you don't
have to do it just because I'm horny to suck your big joint dry!"

"Maybe you think you're the only cocksucker around here?"

"I wouldn't really mind if I was. Shit, just eating that big beauty, I
could probably get my nuts off without even touchin' my tool!"

Austin quickly shucked out of his shirt, and started working at his jeans,
but Colby couldn't stand just watching, and stepped forward, tugging the
big, rough hands away and taking over the task himself.

The front of Austin's jeans bulged massively, as though the tightly
confined mass inside were trying to burst free. When Colby lowered the
straining zipper, Austin groaned, and Colby was briefly frightened that he
might have caught the fleshy cylinder in the teeth, but breathed a sigh of
relief when he folded the sides of the fly back and saw that Austin was
wearing briefs underneath.

Colby strained and struggled to draw the wallpaper-on-the-wall tight jeans
down over the thick thighs. The taut, flesh-caressing cloth resisted every
inch of the way, and Colby was panting for breath when they finally
surrendered and fell in a pool around Austin's shoe tops.

"Man, what do you do, grease yourself up so you can get into those
things?"

Austin laughed lightly and kicked his feet free.

"Just will power! I insist I'm gonna get into 'em... they fight just as
hard to keep me from gettin' 'em on as they fought you not to come off!"

But Colby was only vaguely aware of Austin's words, as his concentration
centered on the tiny scrap of white cotton which seemed so inadequate to
support the great bulge that sprang outward from the junction of the man's
thighs and torso.

"Christ... you must be as much a stallion there... as you are everywhere
else..."

He was almost frightened to reach for the elastic top of the briefs and
slide them down. He wondered if the man could be hung as heavy, as
monstrously as it appeared he must be from the thrusting hugeness at his
crotch.

"Roll 'em down... and find out!"

The voice was taunting, challenging, amused, and, with trembling fingers,
Colby reached, grasped, and pulled.

As the briefs slipped down, the released prick sprang out, up to slap
against the taut, dark-hairy belly, then bounced down again, below the
horizontal, nearly hitting Colby on the nose, as he kneeled before the
muscular hulk.

Circumcised!

No foreskin.

But, man... the size of that head! Like a big, juicy plum! Huge, fat,
already dripping ooze, and deep, rich purple! Gorgeous! Beautiful!
Ultimately suckable! And fat! Christ, Austin had raved about how fat
Colby's prick was; his own seemed at least twice as thick, soft-skinned,
rubbery veined, even in its concrete-rigid hard-on!

Colby loved it! That soft, loose skin on the shaft of solid steel! He 
abandoned the white briefs which were caught around Austin's knees now, and
raised his hands to the visibly pulsing-veined cockshaft, encircled it,
then let one hand drift down to the tight-pouched scrotum, bulging outward
in supporting the oversized hugeness of the twin orbs of life inside! Balls
like oranges!

Tilting his head back, Colby worked his chin between Austin's thighs,
nuzzling up into the soft warmth of his scrotal sac, running his tongue out
to lick and lap the rear section of the living pouch, and beyond, the rigid
ridge of his buried cockroot, leading back toward the massive-muscled
protection of tight-clamped asscheeks, guarding the ultimate intimacy, the
tight, hair-ringed asshole.

Colby delighted in the rolling of the flesh over his nose and cheeks, the
loose, flabby balls-pouch as it slipped and slid all over his face, like a
soft, warm facecloth! Delicious!

And his smell -- the individual, unique smell of Austin Bradley, so like
other male flesh, yet at the same time so completely, unmatchably
different! Colby breathed deep, inhaling with relish the delicious,
sweat-and-flesh-and-musk, natural scent of the big stud.

"You dig eatin' ass?"

Colby garbled an affirmative reply and amazingly, Austin's thighs opened
wider, his asscheeks relaxed, and his hands came down behind and under, to
grasp firmly -- and spread -- those glorious spheres, offering free access
to Colby so he could work his warm, spit-smeared lips and probing tongue to
worship the taut sphincter!

"Lick it, man! Christ, I love to feel a hot tongue trying to get up inside
my asshole! Rim it, man! Rim it good!"

Colby loved the silken-fleshed intimacy, the deep channel between those
impressive, inspiring buns, but he was, less than comfortable in this
cramped position, so he backed away and rose to his feet, pressing firmly
but gently against the huge pecs with their scattering of wiry dark hair,
and pushed Austin off balance, backward, onto the bed.

Austin squirmed into a comfortable and enticing pose, and extended his
arms, gesturing Colby to him. The blond went on his knees to the edge of
the bed and fell forward, into Austin's powerful embrace. The big man's
mouth once more found Colby's, and the kiss was long and lingering, fiery
and soul-shaking. Colby was trembling helplessly when Austin let him wrench
free and roll away to lie quietly beside him.

"Hey, man... what's the matter?"

"Nothing's the matter... you just get me I don't know! Confused... and
excited... and worked up... and horny... and..."

"Hey, stud... no need to go on. That's enough 'ands' for me... you hooked
up with somebody else... feel guilty about this?"

"I... Oh, hell! I don't feel guilty... and I do, too, at the same time. I
mean... well, I got something pretty special going... but I'm not sure... I
mean... neither of us had made any promises, you know? Neither one of us
has asked the other to cool it... with other studs..."

"Okay. Listen, if it'll make you feel better well, I'll just get back into
my clothes... and we'll forget any of this happened... except the carpentry
work... if you still want me to do it."

Even now he was reaching for his too-tight jeans. Colby felt panic rise in
his belly, and he lunged out, slapped the limp fabric from Austin's hands,
and pushed him down on his back, rolling on top of him. "Oh, Christ! Don't
go! I'll hate myself forever if we don't make it, man... and I'll hate you
too... even worse! Shit, you got me so hot I'm ready to pop!"

"Okay... then... do it!"

"You want to suck my cock?"

"Unless you'd like to fuck my horny ass!"

"You like to take it that way?"

"Shit, man, I thought you understood. I really love it any way... every
way! Yeah, I like a big poker stuck up my ass now and then! I'd like to
ride your dick... if you can dig that number!"

"Yes. I'd like to screw that big, butch ass, but I'm so hot... so close!
I'm afraid I'd shoot my wad before I got more than the tip of the head in!"

Austin laughed, and rolled onto his side, closer to Colby, jackknifing his
body so that his head was close to the strong, thrusting protrusion of
Colby's hard-on.

"Come here, then! Let me blow it... suck your cum... and then maybe you
can control yourself long enough to get it in my ass and give me a good,
energetic ride!"

He laughed again, and his hands closed over Colby's buns, drawing him
close so he could open his mouth and let the huge hard-on slip forward,
between his lips, behind his teeth, across his tongue, and arch downward
into his throat.

As the firm, warm lips tightened possessively around Colby's cockshaft, he
moaned, and tightened the muscles in his ass, offering more of himself to
Austin, willing to have him devour the entire lower portion of his body to
intensify the raging pleasure and delight that flowed all through him!

"Oh, Christ! Suck it, suck... it... suck it suck it suck it..."

A primitive chant rose unheeded from Colby's lips, as his hips rocked,
fucking his big prick deep into Austin's mouth, raping his throat,
withdrawing, and attacking all over again... over and over... again and
again... in as deep as he could ram it, a moment frozen in time, then the
retreat as he dragged his aching cock up and almost out. Another frozen
moment of pure sensation, utter delight, and then viciously forward again,
driving with sadistic intensity, determined to bury himself as deeply, as
completely as possible in the eager, tight-grasping contractions of
Austin's hungrily cocksucking throat!

"Oh, Christ! Eat it!"

With all the strength he could summon he rammed into the compressed
juiciness of Austin's tongue-lashing mouth, and backed off until only the
tip of his cockhead remained between the tight-pursed lips!

"Take it, man! Christ, you know how to suck dick!"

His whole body was a stream of liquid fire as his cum surged and gathered,
ready to erupt, to overflow the confines of his balls and cockshaft. To
gush out, inundating the eager throat, flood the tongue-throbbing mouth,
feed and fill the greedy belly that waited so impatiently for the flow!

"Suck it! Take it, man! Suck it good! Suck it all the way down your
cocksuckin' throat! Take it! TAKE! IT! ALL! ALL! THE! WAY! I'M READY!
I'M... CUUUMMMMMMMIN'!"

His hips rammed wildly, rapid staccato thrusts that nearly strangled the
gulping cocksucker, as his prick swelled and expanded, convulsed, and
spurted a thick stream of jism, too thick, too much to swallow. A dribble
of the rich cream leaked from a corner of Austin's mouth, as he fought to
contain and control the rest of the fiery flood!

They rolled together, Austin's arms tight around Colby's hips, hands 
digging into the velvety mounds of his buns, holding him fast, firm,
inescapable, as noisy swallowing gulps rose in the air, inundating both of
them in the sounds and tastes and smells and feels of wild, wonderful,
uninhibited animal sex, acceptance communicated, shared!

Colby was gasping for air as Austin rolled him over onto his back again,
and crouched over his slowly deflating hard-on, licking at random drops of
lingering cum, real or imaginary, lapping broad swipes up and down and over
and around the slowly descending weight of Colby's cum-spent balls!

"Man, you love to suck cock, don't you?"

"Damn right! If it's a big, juicy beauty like yours! But, I'll tell you
something... now that we've already done it once, at least I have... I'd
have gone down on you if your prick wasn't any bigger than a pimple on your
belly! Shit, when you opened that door... and I saw you standing there..."

The admiration in Austin's voice was all Colby required to start the
adrenaline flowing immanently, and he could feel the urgency returning to
his not-quite-flaccid prick. Before the last words had escaped Austin's
throat, Colby's cock was up full-hard again, and he was reaching out to
roll Austin over onto his belly so he could rim his beautiful ass and chew
on those proud buns before he rammed his cock up inside him and fucked him
to death!

CHAPTER FIVE

Work progressed on the house. Colby spent every free moment watching the
changes occur. And when it was time for Austin to take a break, it wasn't
coffee or a beer he wanted to refresh him, to renew and restore himself,
but Colby, naked, stretched out beside him on the bed that was still the
only item of furniture in the plaster-and-lath, dust-and-grime littered
house.

They spent long, lovely hours in the hunching, gasping game of fuck and
suck. After the first breathless plunging of Colby's big cock deep into
Austin's tight-clutching asshole, it was too much for Colby to hold back
his own aching desire to feel the hugeness of Austin's prick reciprocating.

"Christ, it was beautiful fuckin' you... but, shit, man, I'd rather feel
your big beautiful prick ramming up my ass than anything else in the
world!"

Austin, laughed, and flipped him onto his back, lifting his legs over his
shoulders. He bent over, admiring the golden hue of Colby's big, bobbing
hard-on, as he plunged between his legs and clamped his mouth as 
possessively over Colby's quivering asshole as he had earlier clamped it
over Colby's gaping, welcoming mouth!

"You dig it up the ass, right?"

"Oh, Christ, yes! Yesssss!"

"And you like big ones..."

"Yesssss!"

Aching with desire, frustrated by the not-long enough session of rimming,
Colby was panting for the feeling of that big ramrod probing his guts,
slamming in frenzy way up inside him!

"Fuck me, God damn it!"

"You really want it."

"Christ, can't you tell? Shit, man! I need it! I NEED to feel that big
cock of yours knocking my guts out of place! Come on, Austin... fuck my
achin' ass!"

And then, a sadistic smile on his handsome, peasant face, the carpenter
crept forward on his knees, until the tip of his cockhead rested against
Colby's spit-slicked asshole, and stared challengingly down into Colby's
passion-contorted face.

"You wanna get fucked?"

"Ohhhhh!"

The sudden thrust of power-driven hips jabbed more than half the giant
totem into the overly-stretched ring, up inside the straining channel, and
Colby writhed in agonized delight as he reared up to meet the brutal
assault of Austin's cock, corkscrewing his hips to intensify the sensation
of that big prick raping its way into him!

"You like it, stud?"

"Oh, Christ! Yesss!"

"Yeah, I think you do. You like it a little rough, don't you, babe?"

"A little... sometimes..."

"You like me to be rough with you, don't you?"

"Oh, yes! Yesssss! That big prick... it... man, it feels... like... like
it's gonna come lunging... out of my mouth... all... the... fuckin'...
way... through... me... and... poppin'... out... of... my... cocksuckin'
mouth!"

Austin plunged full depth, and started grinding his pelvis hard against
the firm mounds of Colby's ass, making his victim groan and whimper and
sob.

"Oh, fuck... fuck it, man... fuck it good... hard... deep... oh, Christ,
fuck it! Do it, stud! Doooo iiiiit!"

His hips ground down as hard as Austin pressed down, both trying for
greater connection, both knowing the futility of their efforts, but trying
anyway.

"Fuck it, man! Fuck my hot ass! Ride it, stud! Tear my fuckin' asshole to
pieces! Fuck it! Fuck! Fuck! Fuck fuck fuck!"

Austin bucked and plunged, a gleaming film of sweat breaking out all over
his striving, straining, writhing body! It dripped onto Colby's chest, into
the thick golden curls at the base of his prick, salty and warm, slippery
as their bodies crashed together, adding an erotic lubricant to the ecstasy
of merging flesh!

"I'm gonna cum, man! Almost... almost there."

"No, Colby! No! Hold back... long as you can! I'm gettin' up there...
but... not yet, man... not yet!"

"YES! I can't help it, stud! Gotta! Can't wait! GONNA GUM!"

Austin went wild! He was frantic! They had to cum together, both at the
same breath, the same pulsing heartbeat! He pumped more wildly into the
muscle-clenching tightness of Colby's juicy asshole!

With each groan Colby tittered, Austin strained more furiously, and when
he felt his load begin to gather in a leaden ball somewhere around the base
of his spine, begin to spread and grow up through his belly, he convulsed,
and managed to dip his shaggy dark head down between Colby's splayed
thighs, reaching around him from behind to grasp and guide the spasming,
ready-to-spurt prick to his hungry mouth, slurp it inside and suck
ravenously as he wildly fucked Colby's asshole.

Cramped, doubled into a fetal position, fucking the beautiful blond's
tight ass, wolfishly gulping on his inflamed prick. Austin was in paradise.
He gasped and grunted, slurped and gurgled, as he felt his load turn
everything in him to liquid fire, and rage through the mammoth tunnel of
his convulsing prick, spurt in wild, torrential gushes deep into Colby's
welcoming guts, filling him, overflowing, running down the curves of the
upthrust cheeks, dropping thickly from those proud arcs onto the rumpled
bedding!

And as the first lava-flow of his orgasm erupted inside Colby, Colby's
prick triggered its release, swelling massively in Austin's mouth, spasming
between his tongue and the roof of his mouth, and shooting molten pellets
of Godly nectar into the eagerly receptive orifice!

Austin gulped and gagged as he swallowed the massive load, and Colby cooed
with delighted satisfaction as he felt the cum spurting into him,
stretching his asshole and branding him internally with the powerful
masculinity of this new playmate!

Each get-together was exhausting, but wildly satisfying for both of them,
and much to Colby's delight, in spite of his early fears, the work
progressed rapidly, in spite of the pleasures the carpenter experienced
with the employer. In fact, Colby thought, the work seemed to go faster,
and Austin seemed to have renewed energy after one of their sessions.

Well, man, if makin' it with that fantastic stud made him work harder,
faster, better, Colby was more than willing to cooperate!

And then came the day Colby had been dreading.

"Listen, babe, I've gone as far as I can until you decide about what you
want done in the bedroom... and whether you want to keep that other room
for a bedroom or knock out the outside wall and turn it into a studio where
you can paint. So, you better get that ass in gear, for somethin' besides
fuckin', and find a plumber right quick or I'm gonna have to take off and
do another job... for which the client has been waitin' over two weeks,
already."

"You know anybody? A plumber, I mean somebody you trust to do a good job?"

A twinkle came into Austin's gray eyes, and he chuckled, as he gazed
seriously into Colby's bottomless blue eyes.

"You only interested in a plumber who can do the job... or would you like
a stud who could fill in between times... plumbing you... the way you like
it?"

"I'm mainly interested in getting the house so I can live in it... but if
you're suggesting something."

He tried to look distant, uninterested, but Austin could read the twinkle
of anticipation in his eyes, and knew what he was going to do.

The next day, as Colby lay squirming under the battering of Austin's big,
hard prick, sliding in and out of his ass, something caught his eyes. He
looked up and started in alarm. Austin felt the tension flow into Colby's
body and turned his head, ready to pull out and lake whatever action was
necessary, but he had a good idea of what to expect. His alarm was less
great than Colby's.

A smile spread across his handsome, peasant face, as he returned his
attention to Colby, sinking his cock back to the hilt into Colby's juicy
bunghole.

"Austin..."

"Easy Colby! No need to be upset. This is an old buddy... and the plumber
you asked me to find for your bathroom work!"

Colby's eyes swung back to the intruder, and he couldn't help being
impressed. Even taller and more massive than Austin, the man was magnetic,
radiating sexuality and eroticism, as a heater radiates warmth and comfort.

"Jason, say hello to the boss... Mister Charles... or when you get to know
him better, Colby..." He never stopped the in-and-out pistoning rhythm of
his heaving buttocks, his rocking hips, fucking steadily toward orgasm as
he gasped the informal introduction.

In the shadowy room it took several moments before Colby fully realized
that the stranger in the room with them was a black stud. Black only in his
heritage of genes, however, and a few remnants of his forebears in certain
features.

His flesh was warm, tawny brown, only slightly darker than Colby's own
deeply tanned body, but the evidence was there.

Colby had only moments to consider the new arrival, though, because just
as he realized Jason was black, the rasping breath, the battering tempo,
the grunts, groans, and sputters of impending orgasm overtook Austin,
demanding all Colby's attention and cooperation.

As he felt the breathless wonder of Austin's ecstasy begin to accelerate, 
he was caught up in the moment and felt himself responding, his climax
building rapidly, unalterably. He writhed under the bucking stud, his heels
kicking wildly into the broad, muscular back, his backside bouncing up to
meet every downstroke of Austin's powerful midsection!

"Oh, Christ... that big prick feels so good so fuckin' good! Stretchin'
me... wide open... cum, you bastard! Shoot your fuckin' jism up my hot,
horny ass, you fuckin' cocksucker!"

"Now, man! Get ready! I'm there, stud! I'm... right... up... there...
gonna flood your belly... full of... stud jizz! Hot, whipped cream! Hang
on, babe! Hang... fuckin'... ON!"

His body crumpled, his weight collapsing on the smaller, more compact
torso, as he shuddered out the glorious sensations of exploding spunk and
tight-gripping asshole walls!

Colby gasped and groaned, his cock bucking wildly between their sweaty
bellies, but the denouement had come on them too quickly for him to reach
his climax. He strained and humped, but he couldn't dump his load before
Austin heaved that last sigh of satisfaction and slowly crept out of his
swollen, cock-stretched asshole!

But, in the next moment, he was glad he hadn't shot his bolt! Without
invitation, without consent, the black stud had stripped his fantastically
beautiful, well-put-together body, and was now creeping across the surface
of the bed to take Austin's place! He was going, to ram that unbelievably
long and fat prick up Colby's already aching, stretched, strained asshole.

Colby lay still, staring at the figure approaching between his splayed
legs. Jason was a fantastic beauty! Tremendously broad shoulders dwarfed
the rest of his body, in spite of the big, plated pecs, the flaring taper
of his lats diminishing to an almost nonexistent waist, trim, narrow, hard,
rippling with flexible muscle. A deep-shadowed line separated his hips from
the rippling smoothness of his upper torso, and Colby thought about
countless Greek statues he'd seen in museums and art publications.

The girdle of Venus... or the Runner's girdle... he couldn't remember
which was the proper definition for such articulated musculature!

It didn't matter! The body, spectacular, exciting, passion-rousing -- that
was what mattered! Jason was a rich, golden-brown color, like coffee with
rich cream, hairless but for tiny tufts in the biceps-intimidated armpits,
and a broad ring of sparkling black wire which circled the much darker cock
and low-swaying balls.

A real bad stud!

Jason grinned into the appraising ever and crept closer, the warmth of his
upper thighs creating goose pimples on the backs of Colby's thighs where
they touched. Colby was a little frightened, confused. He had never got it
on before with a black stud!

"You wanna lick on this awhile... get it all nice and slick and juicy? Or
you want me to dry-ram you? Our friend here... Austin... he's got a real
whammer... but mine's a hell of a lot fatter... and man... after seein'
what you can do with that hot little box, I'd sure hate like hell to tear
it up..."

Colby couldn't find his voice, but Jason seemed able to read his thoughts,
and spread his knees wide and raised them to the outside of Colby's thighs,
straddling trim hips, and crept slowly forward, until his knees were
pressed into silky-haired armpits, pelvis jutting forward, the heavy hang
of dangling scrotum and out-thrusting erection only inches from Colby's
quivering chin.

"Go ahead, man! Take it! It tastes just like a white one... and the color
don't come off... I promise you!"

He lunged his torso forward and the low hanging, weighty pouch of silky
flesh gazed lightly over the tip of Colby's chin, sending a chill of
excitement down his spine.

Colby stared, wide-eyed, at the massive fucker above him, filled with awe
and wonder at the texture of that vein-threaded foreskin. It looked so soft
and vulnerable, but dark and threatening, at the same time! Jason's
foreskin was more massive, somehow, than any other he had ever seen. But,
maybe that was just because Colby had gotten used to the unprotected,
cockhead -- exposed, circumcised prick of his temporary regular, Austin.

"Come on, man. Give it a couple of laps... get it wet, slick...
slippery... so it'll go up your asshole nice and smooth and easy... don't
want to hurt you, stud, and if I try to dry-fuck you... well, you can see
how fat the fucker..."

Colby kept staring up at the fascinating foreskin. It was, so loose
looking so thick-skinned. Helplessly, as though unable to control his
actions, he reached around the straddling thigh and took hold of the
loose-fleshed cockshaft, and squeezed back toward Jason's pelvis. The skin
slid so easy, so free, as though completely unconnected with the steely
shaft it covered!

Colby's eyes opened yet wider, and he gasped at sight of the mammoth,
plum-shaped and colored exposed head. It was deep purple and had startling
dark-brown highlights! And big! The biggest fuckin' cockhead Colby had ever
seen!

"Take it, man! Watchin' my old buddy ride your ass got me really tuned in
and I'm hungry to get up in your guts! Slip your tongue out... lick it...
get it good and wet and slippery! Shit, man, there ain't no better
lubrication in the world than plain old-fashioned, ordinary spit! Taste it,
man! Suck it!"

Jason reached back, behind him, and groped for the captive blond's cock,
caught it in his warm, dry-skinned hand and closed a possessive fist around
the oozing column, smearing Colby's cockjuice all over his prick, sliding
it in his now moistened hand, jerking it slowly, lazily, maddeningly,
enticing Colby to accept the probe so close to his strangely reluctant
mouth.

"I'm tellin' you, friend, you don't wanna get it juicy then you gonna get
dry-fucked... and I don't think you'll like that a hell of a lot... least
not the first time you take my ass-buster!"

He chuckled softly, and with his free hand, slipping under Colby's head,
grabbed a fistful of tangled hair, used it as a lever, and raised the
handsome face to his drooling cockhead, pressing firmly, letting the tip
slip back and forth across the closed lips, until a gleaming film of cock
oil coated the lips and all the areas around and under and above.

The smell of the masculine flesh fumed Colby's nostrils, filled his head,
intoxicating, demanding!

His lips faltered, slowly, uncontrollably fell open, and Jason sighed,
applied slight pressure, and sent the tip of his big, fat cockhead into the
void.

Instinctively, Colby's tongue began to flutter over the gaping slit,
collecting the honey-thick emission, letting it coat his tongue, film his
teeth, flow into the cheeks, until the whole interior of his mouth was
redolent with the man-taste, the rich, musky essence of Jason, concentrated
into the slight flow of lubricating slipperiness.

"That's a good boy! Man, you know how to treat a special jock, don't you!
You really turn on to the taste of a man's hot, spunky meat, don't you!"

Jason's hips shot forward, suddenly, hard, and the whole head slid into
Colby's wide-stretched mouth. It seemed to fill him -- just the head! -- 
and he wondered how he could handle it if Jason tried to ram more, even a
little bit, of the shaft into him!

"Oh, yeah! Suck it, baby! Suck that big, horny, nigger-prick! Chew on it,
man! Jesus, it feels so good in your hot... wet... cocksuckin' mouth!"

His hips rolled, so the head of his cock spun over every surface of the
interior of Colby's mouth. He settled back so he was sitting on Colby's
chest, his weight exciting, and somehow reassuring Colby that he wouldn't
try to drive any more of that thick-shafted,
suffocating-throat-filling-headed monster into him.

But his confidence was short-lived. With a sudden lurch, a surprising
hunch of hips and flexing of buttocks, the cockhead slid deeper, several
inches of the shaft slipped between his lips, and he panicked, gagging and
choking as the enormous, spongy head pressed against the back of his mouth,
the beginning of his throat!

"Easy, baby! Easy! Just take it slow and easy... relax... don't fight it!
I never choked a stud to death in my life... and I sure as shit don't want
to start now... least not before I fuck the ass off you..."

He laughed softly and withdrew slightly, so as to dispel Colby's fear, but
a good length of his giant prick remained behind those stretched, pursed,
straining lips.

His hand worked steadily up and down the steel-girder hardness of Colby's
erection, and neither he nor Colby even remembered that Austin was still
there, watching every move of either body, and could only stand, entranced,
stroking his own once-more-fiery dick, hovering at the brink of crashing,
gut-twisting orgasm as the big, black ramrod prick worked gently between
Colby's pale lips, the thick vein running the full length of the upper side
throbbing strongly with each of Jason's heartbeats!

"Give it to him... make him take the whole fucker, Jason! Ram it down his
throat... right to the balls... fuck his horny mouth, man! Suck him, Colby!
Take his big jock... swallow it! Feel it reachin' for your belly button!
You'll think it's all the way down in your gut... if he drives it all the
way in."

Frantic with his own excitement, and the erotic tableau before him, Austin
was chanting encouragement to both participants. He wanted desperately to
see Jason roughly slam his monster cock into the frightened mouth! Wanted
to see Colby's golden face pressed right into that ring of wiry-black
crotch hair! Then he'd know that the whole length of Jason's ass-splitter
was way down inside Colby's cocksuckin' mouth and throat... as he had said,
reaching toward the blond's belly-button!

"You want to see me ram him, man?"

"Oh, yeah! Oh, man! I'd... I'd love to see that! Do it! Bury it in him,
man! Drive it down his throat! Right down to the balls! I wanna hear your
big nuts slap against his chin... when your horse-cock hits bottom in him!"

Colby was frightened, certain that he couldn't handle all that meat if
Jason slipped it to him, but strangely, perversely, hoping he would! How
would it feel to have somebody that big all the way in him, filling,
stretching his mouth and throat?

Jason's hand on his aching, urgent cock worked its magic, and Colby
tensed, aware suddenly that he was only a breath away from gushing climax!

He sputtered and moaned, rolling his hips from side to side, trying to
disengage the raping thrill of Jason's jacking fist! He groaned and
gurgled, trying to warn his masturbator, but he couldn't force words around
the mouth-filling cockhead!

Jason, as before, understood, and with a movement almost, too swift to
see, much less believe, he swiveled, and crouched low over the swollen,
spasming prick, quickly lowering his full lips over the cockhead, sliding
steadily lower, taking more and more of the ready-to-explode hard-on!

"Yeah, man! That's the way, Jason! Take his dick! Suck it! Take his load,
man! Feel it... feel that big cockhead swell even bigger... feel it
shudder... and explode... feel it, man... taste it... feel and taste all
that thick, sweet cum bust into your mouth, trickle down your throat...
thick as molasses... hard to swallow... take his load, Jason! Make him
blast off into your guts!"

Austin's body was contorted by the intensity of his arousal. Knees bent,
muscles tensed and contracted, as he beat off wildly, every stroke sounding
clearly in the still, pregnant air, as both Jason and Colby approached
shattering orgasms!

Colby forget his fear as Jason began the steady up-and-down siphoning,
tightening his lips and cheeks, creating a vacuum of thrilling excitement
around his ready-to-spurt tool! The heavy black balls were swaying above
his head, brushing back and forth over his forehead and nose. He reached
up, cupped the loose-skinned weight in his palm, felt the scrotum begin to
shrink, tighten, as Jason's excitement and need soared. He didn't mind when
Jason's prick worked deeper into his mouth, started sliding back and forth
over his fluttering tongue! He sucked hungrily, and as more and more of the
black crowbar sank into him, he accepted, greedily.

Austin watched with wide, glassy eyes, his cock-lubed fist slamming
juicily up and down the length of his beautiful tool, his tight-drawn balls
bouncing in the air with each stroke, and his spit-drooling mouth hanging
open in abandoned lust as he strove to spill his load! He walked,
stiff-legged, bent-kneed, to the side of the bed, and stared down at the
two hunching figures, one so fair and golden, lying on his back, with that
taut-cheeked black ass pumping in and out of him, driving that monumental
prick deep, dragging it out until only the tip remained inside the lips to
connect them! And Jason, melted milk-chocolate brown, tawny, glowing with
the sweat of excited exertion, black-haired head bobbing frantically over
the straining urgency of Colby's spasming prick!

A choked gurgle, a gasping staccato of breathing, and Austin knew Jason
had unloaded deep down in Colby's well-fucked throat!

A half-choked sob, a gurgling, and the sight of Jason's beautifully shaped
head sinking to the lowest point on Colby's convulsing cockshaft, nose
pressing into the tight-against-cockbase balls, and he knew that Colby had
given up his nectar to the persistently expert sucking of Jason's
prick-loving mouth!

He groaned, pistoned his hips, and jacked furiously, only one... two...
three squeezing strokes, and then moaned, a long, lingering signal of
surrender, and stared down, unblinking, as his jism leaped high in the air,
thick and pearly white, and then splashed ploppingly over Jason's
musclerippling shoulders and back and ass! Random droplets spattered
Colby's forehead and hair!

As all three returned, gradually, to reality, Colby again wanted Jason to
pull out of his mouth, but the softening prick remained securely lodged
within him. He breathed with difficulty, and then fear returned! The spasms
and convulsions within the flaccid shaft of Jason's prick called for
terror!

He squirmed and struggled, writhing to escape what he expected to come,
but Jason was too strong, too determined!

Only Austin's return to sanity could cope with Jason's remaining fever,
and he bent down, lightly tapping the handsome black on the shoulder.

"Playtime's over... for a while. Come on, horney... I'll show you what has
to be done! The whole fuckin' bathroom practically has to be torn apart and
put back together! And the swimming pool needs some fixing, too."

As though waking from a dream-filled sleep, Jason shook himself, became
alert, and slowly, carefully, bit-by-bit, dragged his heavy cock but from
its shelter inside Colby's aching-jawed mouth!

Colby smiled his thanks at Austin as the two naked studs left him
stretched naked, sweat-and spunk-stained, exhausted on the bed!

CHAPTER SIX

Austin seemed to explode through the front door as Colby stepped out of
the Porsche. He moved with awkward, loose-limbed grace toward the perplexed
blond, a strained smile forcing his lips.

"We're at a standstill... till you get that fuckin' electrician out here
to do that rewiring. You lined anybody up yet?"

He leaned on the car's fender, squinting in the bright afternoon sunlight.
Colby felt his heart sink. He had forgotten all about the electrician! He'd
talked with several, but had not yet found anybody he thought he really
wanted to hire. "Tomorrow, man. I promise."

"Tomorrow... shit! Man, you're keeping two good men from doing their jobs!
You're forcing Jason and me to fill the time fuckin' and suckin' each
other! Man, I'd rather save my loads for you... even though ol' Jason is
one hell of a good fuck... and not a bad little cocksucker, either!"

He chuckled and started to reach out to pat Colby on the ass, but the move
was halted in mid-air, as a noisy, antique pickup swerved and screeched
into the drive.

Austin's eyes swept over the side panel of the old truck, and he turned to
Colby with a grin.

"You sly bastard! Forgot to call the electrician, huh?"

Colby's eyes went to the panel and read the logo: ADAM SHELTON ELECTRICAL
INSTALLATIONS AND REPAIRS.

"I... I didn't... I don't even remember talking to anybody named Adam
Shelton."

"Well, maybe your fairy Godfather summoned him... knowing how bad he's
needed!"

And then both grew expectantly silent as the door swung open with a rusty
creak, and the vehicle's occupant emerged. They gasped, in unison, at sight
of the man. Blond, hair paler than Colby's, deep-tanned, darker than Colby
-- almost the deep-toned skin color of Jason! Even across the distance
separating them they could clearly see the dazzling brightness of
gem-sparkling green eyes.

"Man, he's not very tall... but man, is he built!"

Austin's voice was a soft hiss in Colby's ear. He could only silently
agree. It was as though nature had tried to make up for the man's short
stature by endowing him with rippling, bulging muscles everywhere, all over
his almost naked body.

Theman's only garments were shoulder-strapped overalls and a pair of
ankle-height work boots. His shoulders, most of his chest and the side of
his body, far below his hips, gleamed naked in the bright sunlight. It was
obvious he couldn't have anything on under the overalls, unless it might be
a clamping pouch to support only his dick and nuts!

But, from the bulge in the baggy pants legs, it seemed unlikely that
anything was supported, except by nature, as originally intended. Colby was
sure the short stud's prick was dangling down the inside of his lag, free
and unhampered by civilized undershorts -- or anything else, except the
free falling overalls.

Colby wondered, idly, if those shoulder straps could be coaxed into
falling so the whole garment would slip to the man's ankles and show the
minimum that was flow covered.

As Colby and Austin watched avidly, the stocky figure strode up the
driveway and planted himself firmly before them.

"One of you dudes Colby Charles?"

"I am. But..."

"Well, you don't know me, but I was on a job the other day with another
electrical outfit and one of the guys... I think his name was Monte
Sylvester... or something like that... well, anyway, he just happened to
mention that you were lookin' around for somebody to do some rewiring and
repair work. So I thought I'd take a chance come out here... and see if I
couldn't talk you into using me..."

His bright-green eyes twinkled, and Colby wondered if he had deliberately
emphasized the last words. Austin didn't remain silently wondering.

"Man, I sure could use you... if friend Colby can't!"

The leer in his expression left no question as to his meaning.

The husky blond's smile broadened, and a knowing chuckle bubbled from his
throat.

"Anyway, my name's Adam... like it says on the truck. Adam Shelton. I do
good work... and I'm riot expensive. Looks like you're restoring an old
place... probably lots of stuff inside that should be taken care of...
specially if you're gonna have lots of appliances. Like electric
toothbrushes... hair dryers... you know... all the new stuff that keeps
comin' along all the time..."

His deep, rich voice had a breathless quality, as though he never got
quite enough oxygen -- and never quite came to the end of a sentence.

Colby liked the look of that short, sturdy figure, and wondered what that
cock, dangling inside those loose, overalls, would look like. Was it short
and thick-set like its possessor, or might it be one of those shockingly
big ones that some small guys are endowed with?

"Come on in. I'll show you around... and we'll talk about money after you
see what I want done."

"Shit, man... don't worry about the money... like I said... I work
cheap... and I'm good..."

Austin chuckled, moving, closer to Adam, leaning his head confidentially
toward the little man's ear.

"I bet you are, stud! Since we'll be workin' pretty close together... if
Colby decides to give you the contract. I'd sure as hell like to find out
just how good you really are!"

Again the short blond laughed and seemed to lean toward Austin, but the
gesture was aborted, and neither Austin nor Colby could be sure.

Once inside, Colby escorted the electrician from room to room, pointing
out various projects, and the shaggy pale-blond head kept nodding
agreeably. As they neared the back of the house, the bedroom, study, and
bathroom, Colby nearly choked on his own excitement as Adam, thoughtlessly,
lost in Colby's description of the work he wanted done, slipped his hands
into the open sides of his overalls. It was obvious he was fingering his
cock as they walked from room to room.

Colby's voice went dry, and it was difficult for him to speak at all as 
his fantasy took possession of him, and he lost himself in the
exhibitionistic self-fondling, though Adam seemed wholly unaware of his
actions. Colby was sure it was a pose, a lure to get the job, if nothing
more!

"Well... that's just about it, except I want to put a couple of wall
lights and some outlets in... in the bathroom."

"That the bath... over there?"

"Yes. The plumber is in there... working... I decided I wanted to separate
tub and shower, instead of having them together. He's installing the shower
stall today, I think."

"... oh, yeah... then the room's probably all torn up anyway... and it
wouldn't be any trouble to get in... behind the walls, I mean..."

"Oh, no. No trouble. The whole thing's going to have to be replastered and
tiled, anyway."

His eyes couldn't resist the temptation, and kept darting to the
cloth-covered manipulations of the restless hands. Adam looked as though he
were slowly, deliberately jacking off, and Colby felt a visceral tug of
desire. It was difficult to keep from reaching out, slipping his hinds in
beside Adam's, and touching his naked belly... crotch... balls... cock...
getting him excited... hard... horny.

Jason looked up as they swung through the door, and his eyes widened,
brightened, as he saw the compact blond figure so unabashedly playing with
himself. Before Colby could even introduce them, Jason's voice rang through
the acoustical room, and seemed to shatter inside Colby's head.

"Man, if you havin a problem in there, come on over here... I'll be glad
to take care of it for you! Just unhook them straps and let your overalls
down. I'm at your service!"

He chuckled with delight.

"Yes sir! See... I'm down here oh my knees already... wouldn't be no
trouble at all, takin' care of that problem you got a handful of right
now..."

He dropped the screwdriver he held and let his big, dark hand slip between
his wide-open thighs, rubbing up and down the rapidly swelling bulge
between, brazenly groping his cock and balls as he stared hungrily at the
faster bobbing bulge in Adam's overalls.

Jason's tongue flashed out, bright pink, startling in the tawny chocolate
color of his face, and circled his gleaming lips, then fluttered invitingly
in the air.

Adam turned to look questioningly into Colby's blue eyes, then turned his
attention back to Jason, still lewdly inviting whatever, attention the
little blond might desire.

"Come on, man! You look like you got horns a foot long... come over
here... whip that hard dick out and ram it between my lips. Fuck my mouth
long, and hard, till you spit out that troublesome load of cum that's
plaguing you!"

His deep voice went soft and husky and, as it coaxed, he let his thumb and
forefinger close over the tab of his zipper, eased it down, and probed
inside; grabbing a handful of his almost-but-not-quite-hard cock, and
worked it out of his fly to bob and jerk in the air between his
splayed-open thighs. The rubbery thick foreskin had already peeled back
away front the deep brown-purple head, and the monstrous plum glittered in
the afternoon light.

As Jason's fist closed around the stiffening cockshaft, Colby could hear
the gulp of excitement in Adam's throat, and watched as the hands came
slowly out of the open sides of his overalls, raised to the metal hooks
and, one after the other, loosened them, letting the singe covering slip
downward to pool around his ankles, as he hobbled toward Jason, whose mouth
gaped wide, tongue fluttering in open invitation.

Colby stared at the huge, fat whang on the little blond. It was
disproportionately large for such a little body, but not so spectacular as
the enormous balls! Eat of them would be a huge mouthful in itself, and
Colby was convinced no living human could possibly capture the pair and
slurp them into his mouth at once.

"How about it, boss-stud? You gonna strip down and join in the fun?"

Jason's dark-brown velvety eyes turned briefly toward Colby and twinkled,
inviting, and then returned to the advancing scepter of royal maleness! The
fucker's prick was at least as big as Colby's -- maybe even as fat, if not
as long as Jason's!

Unthinking, only feeling, Colby worked at the fastenings of his clothes,
and in seconds was as naked as the compact electrician! He moved closed and
pressed his feverish belly against the warm, smooth back and buttocks. Adam
tensed, leaned backward and moaned with pleasure.

"Oooohhhh, yeeeeeaaahhhhh! Man, I can dig that! Slip your dick between my
legs! Rub the head back and forth over my asshole! Man, that makes me hot
as hell!"

Colby was glad to oblige and backed slightly away from the warm, naked
back, running appreciative hands over the proud, full buns that felt so
soft and warm and resilient and, at the same time, solid, under his touch,
and then grabbed his own prick and bent it down until it slipped into the
valley between those sturdy, muscle-articulated thighs. Immediately, Adam
clamped his thighs tight, and started rocking his body back and forth, so
Colby's foreskin stretched and peeled back, revealing his sensitive
cockhead to the hairy channel between Adam's clenching and relaxing
asscheeks, so that chills of excitement flowed endlessly along his spine,
right to his guts, getting him hornier with each subtle stroke of cock
between buns!

"Oh, man! That's beautiful! I can feel the cock juice leakin' out oilin'
me up... gettin' my ass ready for a hard, horny, deep-fuckin' prick!"

Jason released the fully jmnbedded prick from his gurgling, guzzling,
gobbling, mouth, and laughed softly as he rose to his feet and started
tugging at his clothes, wanting to be completely undressed, as his
playmates were.

"Wait for me, you studs! Man, you wanna get fucked and ol' Colby there
don't want to plug that gorgeous little hung of yours I'll be glad to ease
your misery!"

Now it was Colby's turn to laugh disparagingly. "Jason, you want to fuck
this tight little butt, you're gonna have to get in line behind me and I
wouldn't wait too long, either. Austin's gonna blunder in here, sooner or
later and once he sees this work of art, he's gonna want his share, too!"

For emphasis be squeezed two handfuls of the glorious asscheeks, and felt
that shudder of excitement rage through him again, raising his temperature,
stiffening his fuck until it was so ramrod rigid it hurt!

"You want it, Adam? You want me to slip it in? You like it up the ass?"

All the while he rocked his pelvis, rubbing the top of his broad, blunt
mushroom back and forth along the hairy crack of Adam's tight-clasping ass!
He could feel his natural lubrication had the entire area slick and
slippery. Sticking his cock up Adam's ass would be no problem with all that
juicy preparation to ease the way.

"Do it! Ram me! Stick me good stud! Rear back and get set... then slam
your dick in... all the way... all at once! Christ, I want it! I need it,
stud I really need it! Shit, I love a big, hard cock pumpin' my ass full of
horny meat!"

Jason was naked now, and again knelt before the sex-and-cock-crazed body,
clamping his hands over the rampant cock, squeezing and pinching the
massive pouch with its overflowing burden of oversized balls!

"Suck me, man! Take it in your mouth and swallow it! Bite the fucker off
and chew it up... swallow it... then eat my nuts! One at a time! Bite 'em
off with those sharp white teeth... eat 'em! Man, do it! Suck me! Bite me!
Let me feel them strong teeth! Clamp 'em into the skin... on the head...
yeah... bite the fuckin' cockhead... make me feel it!"

Jason slurped juicily along the length of that huge erection, head bobbing
back and forth, hands restlessly moving over thighs and hips, pausing
briefly to squeeze the amazing enormous balls, making Adam groan with the
pressure. Colby couldn't be sure whether the groans indicated pleasure or
pain, and guessed them to be a combination of both. He felt that pain
brought pleasure to Adam, from the brief conversation so far exchanged.

"Suck it, you bastard! Swallow it! Take it all the way... way down your
cock-loving throat, you fucker! Suck me off! Take my load, man! Make me
shoot that spunk... I want to feel it spurting into your cocksuckin' mouth!
Suck, you son of a bitch!"

His hips rocked wildly, as he fucked hard and deep into Jason's gasping,
gurgling mouth. Colby held firmly to the fistful of asscheeks, limitedly
guiding Adam's backside as he wanted it. His cock throbbed wildly, seeking
the opening to that portal both he and Adam wanted stuffed! He groaned and
lunged forward, felt the broad end of his cockhead make contact with the
satiny clearing in that forest of wiry blond hair!

Adam's asshole!

He thrust with all his strength!

Adam uttered a strangled cry, and then a continuing whimper as Colby's fat
prick nosed its way into him, all the way, in one long, slow, uninterrupted
slide, until Colby's frantic nuts slapped firmly against Adam's, and the
blond hairs, differing in hue and texture, met, mingled, tangled.

"You like that man?"

"Christ... between the two of you... I don't know where I'm at... Jesus, 
yesss! It's... it's good... great... beautiful! Fuck it, stud! Fuck the ass
off me! Fuck me till I can't take any more! Fuck me, man, fuck me! Fuck!
Fuck it! Good and hard! Ram it deep! All the way! Oh! Ohh! Ahhhh! Ooooh!
Ooh, shit! Yessss! That's it! That's it! THAT'S IT! FUCK IT! OH! OHH! OHHH!
SHIT! OOOOOH! MAN, I'm... there... right... the fuck... there! Gonnaa...
Gonna make it! OOOOOHH! Gonna cum, fucker! Ram it! Split it open!
FUCKITFUCKITFUCKIT! OHHHH! AHHHHH! YESSSS! THERE! Take it! Take my spunk,
nigger! CUM... CUMMM... CUMMIIINNN'!"

His whole body vibrated as Colby rammed in and out of his asshole, now and
then dragging his frenzied meat all the way free, to bob in the air until
he clamped a trembling hand around the base and guided it back into its
fevered nest, the gaping hungry hole where it felt so at home, pumping,
ramming, driving, skewering the receptive body so completely!

"Me... toooo! I'm gonna... I gotta... man, I'm... cummmmin'... TAKE IT!
CCCCUUUMMM!"

Colby's whole body felt as though it were dissolving in the fire and fury
of his orgasm. His belly quivered, his cock spasmed deep in Adam's guts,
and he whimpered helplessly as everything inside him seemed to rage out
through the tiny, gaping slit in the tip of his cockhead, roaring into
Adam's eager, greedy body, filling him, taking everything that had once
been Colby Charles.

He barely managed to support himself on suddenly water legs, trembling in
the exhaustion of complete ejaculation! Not an ounce of surplus strength
remained. He barely managed to keep from falling as he pulled back and
popped his spit-and-cum-polished cock free of the tight clamped asshole!

"Man, you two really shot buckets, didn't you? Now it's my turn to hump
that hard little ass!"

Jason let the flaccid length of Adam's spent prick slip wetly from his
mouth, to fall and bounce against the massive weight of his balls, and
slowly rose to his feet, laying a gentle hand on Colby's shoulder, but
meaningfully pushing him backward, signaling his intention to replace him
in Adam's saddle!

"You worn out... or can you take another chunk of horny meat up there in
your hot belly?"

Adam chuckled and reached for the monumental ramrod!

"Man, I'd hate myself forever if I let that big blackjack get away without
nosin' its way up into my guts! Give it to me, stud!"

He bent forward and, holding Jason's cock securely around the base, he ran
his wet, juicy tongue round and round the gleaming deep-purple head,
wetting it, lubricating it, and then rose to stand erect, staring brazenly
at Jason, daring him to take him, challenging him not to!

"You want it, man, you're gonna get it! You really gonna get it! You may
never be able to let another hard dick plug you again after I get through!
I ain't goin' easy! I like to fuck hard... deep... all the way in and
you're a pretty little guy to handle all the meat I got, to give!"

"I can take it! I want to take it! Fuck me, nigger!"

His green eyes blazed with desire and challenge and independence,
asserting his power in spite of his diminutive stature!

"Get down on the floor on your hands and knees! Only way I can get at
you... so short I can't get it anywhere near your bunghole if you're
standin' up!"

Wordlessly, Adam obeyed, scrambling onto the floor, crouching in an animal
pose, impatiently waiting the onslaught of that gigantic prick he wanted so
bad to plumb the depths of his insides!

Assuming a fetal position on his knees, head tucked between shielding
arms, the small blond began a rhythmically rocking motion, as Jason, tall
and graceful, intimidating in his gleaming muscular masculinity, walked
around behind him, and fell to his knees, sitting back on his heels,
planting big, powerful hands on Adam's hips, and drawing him slightly
backward until the small, bulkily muscular physique half-sat, half-leaned
against the musclerippling chocolate-brown thighs.

"You gonna get fucked, man! You gonna get it like you never had it
before!"

And then, slipping one bicep-bulging arm around Adam's middle, Jason
grasped the pulsating base of his monumental prick in the other fist and
guided it carefully into the deep crease between those sweat-glistening
mounds of Adam's beautiful ass!

"Now, man! Right... NOW!"

With a surging lunge, Jason rammed forward and Adam couldn't contain the
squeal of agony that the deep-probing invader evoked. His whole body began
to tremble as more and more of Jason's huge salami vanished from Colby's
view, sinking steadily, unalterably, uninterruptedly, sinto the inadequate 
scabbard between those magnificent buns!

"All of it, man! You're gettin' every inch of my big, horny dick! Gonna
ram till it jumps up outta your mouth... gonna fuck you to death, you
cock-hungry white honky!"

With a vicious twist of his hips Jason planted the last fraction of his
mighty despoiler balls-deep inside the palpitating asshole, and Colby
groaned, aware of the deep-filled feeling Adam must be experiencing,
remembering how he had felt when Jason rammed his ass!

Adam leaned back against Jason's sweaty, muscle-gleaming chest, flinging
his head back against, a broad, rippling shoulder, tense, filled with the
maleness of the black giant! He moaned and began a slow, hypnotic, circular
movement with his hips and pelvis.

"Fuck it! Fuck my ass, you horny stud! Ride me, man! Pull it out... way
out... and then ram it home again... hard... fuck me hard and deep... and
good... NIGGER!"

Jason tightened his arm around Adam's chest, holding their upper bodies
firmly together, unmoving, while he rolled his pelvis backward, dragging
the whole length of his big dick out of Adam's ass, and held motionless for
a timeless instant, only the ups of his cockhead maintaining the connection
of two frenzied bodies. Then, with an animal cry of fury and lust, he
surged forward, driving with all his strength, burying that black monument
way up inside Adam's guts!

"Ooooo... Christ! Yessss! Fuck it! Fuck it fuck it! Ride me, stud! Make me
feel every inch of that big jock!!! Cram your big, juicy balls up in me,
too! Shit, I want all of you... deep in my belly! Fuck the ass off me,
stud! Tear me up! Rip my fuckin' asshole wide open! Fuck it! Fuck it good,
black man!"

Jason was dripping rivers of sweat'in his exertion to destroy the
masochistic receptor of his mammoth tool. His face distorted in a grimace
of intensity, he slammed and bucked and retreated and attacked, again and
again. Colby stood entranced, unable to believe what he was watching. His
cock was rock hard, his balls aching with an urgency to unload! He gasped
for breath, and watched hungrily, wide-eyed, unblinking, afraid to miss
even the most subtle moment of this wholly animal mating.

"Come get him, Colby! Get down there in front of the bastard... blow
him... chew on his nuts, rip 'em off with your teeth! Tear 'em off and spit
'em out, maybe that'll cool him off!"

Colby walked, as though in a trance, toward the wildly fucking pair, but
instead of dropping to his knees to conquer the insatiable prick that
throbbed ceiling-ward, he planted his feet firmly outside Adam's thighs and
grabbed the base of his own cock, pointing it at the gaping, drooling
mouth!

Adam regained his senses for a brief moment, realizing what was expected,
and he shook his head frantically in refusal!

"Shit, no... man...! Shit, I... I don't... like to... suck... dick! I love
it up my... ass... but I... don't wanna... suck."

"Fuck him! Ram it down his damn throat!"

Jason's voice was demanding, insistent, and even though he needed no
encouragement, Colby thrilled to the maleness of the order. He reached out
and grasped a painful handful of pale blond hair, twisted until Adam
shrieked, then dragged the resisting head forward, forcing his cock deep
within the gasping mouth!

"Suck it, faggot! Suck my big dick... drink my jism! Take it! Take it, you
cocksucker! I'm cummin' already! I'm CUMMIN'!"

And his hips shot forward, driving his cock all the way into the
sputtering mouth, as his first surging rush of jazz exploded against the
roof of Adam's mouth. The little blond gagged and struggled, but Colby was
adamant and kept humping into him until he was sure every drop of his cum
had been ingested and his cock was soft and started to slip out.

Jason was still fucking wildly in and out of the raw, over fucked asshole!
He rammed and corkscrewed, pistoning steadily, brutally, as he held the
trembling body close against his chest.

Tears were rolling helplessly from Adam's eyes, and Colby felt a moment of
remorse, of self-despising, but his pity didn't last long. He realized his
vicious mouth-fuck had had less impact on the handsome blond muscleman than
the giant tool working in and out of his ass!

The tears were expressions of his delight and transport to rapture, as his
body bucked erratically to meet the onslaught of the big prick up his
bunghole!

"Yeah, nigger! Keep it up! You're shattering my prostate! Shit, I'm
cummin' a steady stream and your big cock is doin' it all... fuck my ass
off, said!"

Colby looked down at the hugely throbbing erection, and gasped! It was
true! A transparent ribbon of lubricious emission rolled steadily from the
lips of the cockhead, spinning down to the floor, pooling there between
Adam's quivering knees!

Thoughtlessly, purely by instinct, he dropped to his knees, mouth wide,
tongue extended, and began lapping up the spilled, wasted jism, then
clamped his mouth over Adam's prick, sucking hungrily, taking as violently
as Jason was giving -- from the other end! He worked Adam's cock as
demandingly as Jason worked Adam's ass!

"Well, well... isn't this a pretty picture!"

Colby's eyes rolled up and sideways to look into the grinning face of
Austin! It had to happen! He was only surprised it had taken so long for
Austin to investigate their long absence. As he watched, Austin eagerly
stripped naked and moved toward them!

As he knelt there between Adam's trembling thighs, sucking his big,
beautiful, thumping cock, his ass waved in the air, and it was obviously
Austin's target. As he walked across the bathroom, he raided his hand to
his mouth, spit a healthy glob of saliva into his palm, and dropped his
hand to massage his rigid upthrusting erection, coating it with the
lubricating, viscous saliva!

"Spread your buns, boss! You're gonna get the daylights fucked outta that
pretty backside of yours!"

Adam's eyes flew open, wide, staring, and as he whimpered in appreciation
of Jason's championship fucking, he began to moan, an unintelligible
protest! He wanted Austin's big, circumcised beauty for himself, after
Jason finished with him!

"Uh... oh, no... ugnh... don't... ooh... don't... fuck... ooh, Jesus!
Don't fuck him... me... wait... oh, Christ! That really hit home! Save...
that... whopper for... me! Fuck me, after... oooh... after the... nigger...
shoots his... mmm, shit... Jesus... after the nigger... shoots his wad
off."

He continued, garbled sounds of entreaty and ecstasy, longing for the big
prick between Austin's thighs, while devouring the giant up his ass!

"Fuck you, blondie! Watch this... you wanna see some real fuckin'!"

He fell to the floor behind Colby and, using both hands to spread the
glorious cheeks, maneuvered his cock, with twitches and spasms of stomach 
muscles, into position at the lips of Colby's ready asshole, and with a
steady, slow, pressure, eased it inside and sank it to the hilt! Colby
nearly bit Adam's prick off as the big tool slipped up his ass, but once
seated, it was beautiful, and he rocked in tempo with Austin's thrusts,
until he heard the constant, unbroken moan that meatful Jason's climax was
on him, and the flow of jism in his mouth pumped in great globs onto his
tongue and went sliding down into his throat!

Austin's arms came around his hips, gripping his tight balls and ready
prick, and started squeezing, kneading, pumping, as Colby sucked hungrily
at the big, beautiful prick in his mouth!

"Oh, man! I'm shootin', honky! Take my jism! Feel it gushin' up your ass!
Turnin' you black, too! Take it! All of it! CUMMIN' A GUSHER UP YOUR RANDY
ASS, YOU FUCKNEAD!" Jason's voice was almost unintelligible, as he pumped
with all his strength, then hung motionless, for the moment his body a part
of Adam's!

"Christ, I just got in on this game!" Austin roared and intensified the
thrust of his ass-ravaging fuck strokes!

"I'm gonna go, man... all the way all my cream! Suck, boss! Suck my dick!
Swallow my big, cummy load!" Adam snarled, his hand coming down painfully
tight over the sides of Colby's head, holding him as the head of his dick
slid into Colby's throat and strongly pulsated a half-dozen times, shooting
the last of his load deep into Colby's gullet!

"Shit, I'm gonna give you my jism, Colby! I'm cummin', man... fillin' your
sweet ass with COCK HONEY!" And Austin spasmed and fell limp and weak
across Colby's bent back, just as Colby's final load erupted to coat his
chest and belly, Austin's fist and forearm, and Adam's knees and thighs
with great gobs of creamy cum!

CHAPTER SEVEN

And so, Adam Shelton was hired to do the electrical work in restoring the
house. Several good commissions came along at once and so Colby couldn't
spend as much time supervising the work (and play) as he had been doing,
bin he was glad to be kept away now that Adam was there. Aside from
arousing tendencies in Colby that he preferred to keep buried in his
subconscious, the strutting over butch little stud reminded him a lot of
Seth, and he didn't need that!

Man, I thought I was over that bastard... but that super-butch act of
Adam's... reminds me of the big stud and my ass itches for the feel of his
big rammer. Shit, I guess I miss him!

So he was glad to keep busy with the new murals, and spend less time at
the house.

He knew much exposure to Adam's rampant masochism, and he could easily
begin to take too much pleasure in sadistically accommodating his desire to
be humiliated.

The few times he did find time to make surprise visits, all three of the
beautiful studs were busily working, and he had to admit (if only to
himself) that he was a little disappointed. It would have been nice to
repeat that strange, unplanned orgy -- but then, that was probably why it
had been so flawless, it was unplanned! If the four of them set out to
repeat it, deliberately, it would doubtless be less satisfying to all of
them, if not a total failure.

Work progressed rapidly, and the day finally came when Austin called and
told Colby that he had finished up and would come by for a check if it was
convenient.

Colby was breathless as he waited, anticipating a session of abandoned
wildness, but when Austin arrived, he was disappointed! The dark-haired,
gray-eyed bull stud was dressed, and before Colby could make a pass, made
it clear he wasn't going to play, that he was on his way to a hot date that
would doubtless drain him dry over and over.

There were tears in Colby's eges as he let the carpenter out of the
apartment, untouched, unsucked, undrained of even one sweet load of jism.

Colby went in and threw himself across the bed and jacked off, and still
unsatisfied, beat his cock again, to a pulp, until only a thin trickle of
transparent, impotent jism oozed from the swollen, red-chafed lips of his
thoroughly flogged prick! He rolled over and went to sleep, still coated
with his own cum!

But there was no rest in sleep. Colby was plagued by erotic dreams of
Seth. He was stroking the dark, light-flecked hair, expressing his love
silently into those gold-flecked green eyes, stroking gently, excitedly
that sleek, glowing olive skin, and taking the perfect, unflaived,
uncircumcised prick into his mouth, draining it dry, then rolling over and
letting Seth drive it, with all his force and strength, up into his guts,
spurting load after load of honey-rich cream into him.

He groaned into wakefulness, in the midst of a gut-tearing, shattering
orgasm that left him weak and exhausted all the rest of the day!

When Adam called with the news that he had finished all the electrical
repairs and hung the new chandeliers, that everything was finished, Colby
tried to get him to agree to letting him send his check by mail, but Adam
wanted to see him. He was persistent, and finally brake down Colby's
resistance, and they arranged to meet at Colby's apartment the next night.

Colby knew Adam had plans beyond, merely collecting his pay for the
completed job, but he made up his mind that he wouldn't play Adam's game,
wouldn't succumb to the sexuality of the compact blond stud, nor give in to
his own desire, if it came to that!

Adam would come; they would have a drink or two together, and then he
would give him his check, show him to the door and that would be the end of
their brief and strangely disturbing relationship.

I don't care how fuckin' sexy the little bastard is... I won't let it get
to me! I'm not gonna get hot pants and end up in another little S and M
party! I don't dig that shit. He's a be little stud... but I've had it with
him!

After his shower Colby started to dress, and froze with his jeans half-way
up one leg, deciding to take further precautions, in spite of his
determination, his self-lectures, that nothing would happen when Adam
arrived.

Kicking out of the partially-donned Levi's, he went naked to the tall
chest in his room and rummaged through drawers until he found what he
wanted, and drew it out and held it up before his face.

A jock strap.

Old, but rarely worn! Colby held it to his nose, sniffing, with mixed
pleasure and distaste at the acrid-scented crotch.

Christ, I didn't wash the fuckin' thing after that last time I wore it! It
smells of sweat... and piss and cock!

He debated briefly, then, with a careless shrug (at least it would keep
his dick out of reach -- and his dangling basket would be cramped up inside
it so he wouldn't bulge too badly, too invitingly stepped into it, lifting
one foot, then the other, watching the entire operation in the big mirror
over the dresser.

He liked watching himself move about the apartment, doing ordinary,
everyday things, like dressing, or just enjoying the sight of himself
naked, all golden and strong and sexy as hell!

Now, watching himself as he drew the constricting rubbery strips of cloth
into place around his hips, adjusting the massive protrusion of his heavy
dick and meaty balls into a relatively comfortable position, he felt his
senses coming alive, felt himself getting horny, and debated whether or not
it would be advisable to jack off before Adam's arrival.

Fuck it!

He made the final adjustments, patting his cock and balls into place
beneath the constricting cocksling, and with one final snap of the leg
bands, so they wouldn't cut into the smooth line of his cheeks through his
jeans, he turned to make sure he was all tucked in and unbulging, then
stepped into the discarded jeans, pulled an old sleeveless sweatshirt over
his head, and scuffed his bare feet into a pair of zoris!

In the bathroom a final check, a last running of the brush through his
shaggy hair, and he was ready!

Why the hell am I so fuckin' concerned about how I look? Shit, I'm just
gonna give the fucker his money and send him on his way!

Vanity!

Pure and simple vanity!

He couldn't bear to be seen at less than his best, even in raunchy jeans
and an old sweatshirt he had cut the sleeves out of!

He grinned at his handsome reflection, and blew an impish,
spur-of-the-moment kiss at himself and waltzed into the living room, where
he tried to settled down with a magazine and a drink. He couldn't summon
enthusiasm for either, and tossed the magazine to the floor and rose to
take the drink into the kitchen, pour it down the sink, and replace it with
a cup of fresh coffee.

Back in the living room, he switched on the television, and sat in
semi-stupor, paying more attention to baskets and buns in commercials and
story than to the plot or dialogue.

Always cruising, even sitting alone in his own pad watching the box! He
chuckled, but realized he was getting a hard-on and shifted in his chair,
trying to ease the pressure of the unaccustomed jock against his
constricted balls and belly-pressed prick.

He started in alarm when the doorbell sounded.

Ravenous green eyes devoured him as he swung open the door, and a compact,
muscular figure leaned in toward him as eyes raked the front of his jeans.
He was gad he had put on the jock strap.

"Hi, boss."

"Adam come on in. I've got your check all made out."

"No hurry, man. I got all night and if you're not doing anything... well,
I figured we could renew some old pleasures."

Colby couldn't find words. His cock soared against the taut plane of his
jock strap and he had to hold his breath to forestall a completely
unexpected but persistent orgasm.

As he closed the door and leaned back against it, Adam suddenly moved
close to him, hands reaching out, running all over the front of his
well-sheathed body, from shoulders to knees, tracing every sensual line of
his beautiful physique.

"Shit, man, I've been hopin' every day you'd come out to the house so we
could fuck around, all four of us together, like that last time, but I'm
glad now you didn't! It's better... like this... just the two of us... no
distractions... even if they do have big, juicy cocks and love to fuck
little blond asses! Come on, man... let's strip down. I'm hot as a
pistol... horny for some more of that big, humpin' dick of yours!"

Colby struggled, and tried to dislodge the leech like hands that seemed to
clamp onto his flesh with suction cups.

"Hey, man cool it I got things to do! You came over to get paid...
remember? So let's get you paid and on your way to adventure someplace
else! The town's full of gay bars... and street-corner cruisers."

Adam chuckled, undaunted, and persisted until he managed to hook his
fingertips at the top button of Colby's jeans, working the button free, and
then, with a quick flick of his wrist, ran the zipper down to the bottom of
the track and reached inside with one hand, while the other slid
insinuatingly up under the loose warmth of the old sweatshirt, and tangled
in the light, golden growth of chest hair as he massaged and tweaked
nipples, then probed sensually into Colby's sensitive armpits, and began to
finger-comb the fine, silky hair there.

"Shit, you know how to turn on a stud, don't you! A jock strap... man, I
dig a guy in a good old, worn-out, stinkin' jock!"

"Tough! I... I didn't put it on for you. Come on, Adam! I'm getting angry!
Let me go! Cool off! There's plenty of meat around town interested in the
same kind of sex you like to get on! I'm not one of 'em! So get your
perverted hands off me and let me give you your money... then you can go
wherever you go to pick up the kind of stud who likes to treat you the way
you want!"

The speech left him breathless, and strangely, helplessly excited. Adam
grinned up into his clouded blue eyes, aware of his excitement, still
holding his strong hand inside the open jeans, pressing his palm hard
against the fully, erect cock under the rubberized confinement!

"Shit! You're a fuckin' liar, boss! Your prick's like a fuckin' rock!
You're as ready as I am! All you want is to be convinced, right?"

And with that, his face went mean and he grabbed a handful of the top of
Colby's jeans and wrenched, tearing them from waist to hem down one side,
so they fell away from the one leg while the other remained sheathed.

Another sudden, unanticipated grab and Adam held the shoulder of the worn
sweatshirt in his hand! A quick tug, and the old cloth gave way, shredding,
falling in tatters around Colby's waist.

"You fuckin' faggot bastard!"

Without thinking, Colby's hand flashed out, open, but vicious, and cracked
loudly against jaw and teeth, leaving a blazing red welt. Immediately
ashamed, he couldn't submerge his fury, but lashed out again, backhanding
Adam with the same hand, planting a matching imprint on the other side of
the handsome face.

Adam smiled, and stepped back, just out of reach, and slowly,
deliberately, began unbuttoning his shirt, then shrugged it off his
shoulders, to let his hands slide down his deeply tanned, downy haired
chest, lingering briefly at his chest to tweak and pinch his nipples to
raging erection. Then his hands moved down to his waist, opening his fly,
hooking his thumbs in the waistband of his slacks, and pushing them
quickly, completely down until they pooled around his ankles. One step and
he was half free, another... and he was completely naked except for his
socks, which he stooped and skinned off his heels.

"Let's fuck, boss!"

"Get the hell out of here!"

Colby's first moment of reality since the ringing sound of his slap-slap
abandon to primitive drives! "Shit, man... all I want is that big prick of
yours up my hot, juicy ass! Come on! Fuck me! You know you really dug
rammin' my ass that afternoon... out at the house! Give me some mote of
that big beauty..."

He gestured with his head toward Colby's lower belly. Colby's eyes slid
downward, following the movement of the compact blond's slight nod.

His eyes flared wide!

Christ! His cock was thumping hard, and the head of it had worked its way
out the side of the jock strap, foreskin rolled back, the gleaming
rose-pink-lavender head drooling a steady stream of cock lube.

"Shit, look at that... and you say you're not horny to ream out my
bunghole!"

Something like an animal's growl exploded from Colby, and he lunged
forward, fists flailing, furiously attacking the stud who stood quietly,
acceptingly before him, taking each blow, a slow change of expression
coming over his face, until his eyes fluttered closed, his head fell back,
mouth hanging open, raspy, shallow breaths of ecstasy erupting from his
gaping mouth, and then, a whimper, a groan, a shudder!

Colby froze in the act of throwing a punch, his eyes suddenly filled with
the countenance before him, his nose newly inhaling the heavy musk of sex,
and he realized Adam was reaching orgasm!

"Come on, man! One more... just one more! I'm almost there! Can't you
tell... let me have it, man! Hit me! FOR CHRIST'S SAKE! HIT ME! ONCE MORE!
HARD!"

But he didn't have to hit him! The big, beautiful prick thumped wildly,
jerked in the air between them, and, as Adam let out a long, sustained
groan, it leaped wildly and erupted, shooting a violent cascade of pearly
jism across the space to splatter and drip down Colby's chest and fall in
thick, oozing drops into the waistband of the disarranged jock strap!

"Now, man! Please, for Christ's sake! Strip down! Get that big cock out of
that jock and ram it up my ass... quick... Colby... do it! DO it... while
I'm still shootin' off! Fuck me, man! Fuck my sweet, sweaty asshole!"

And Colby knew he couldn't do anything else! There was no resistance in
him, no desire for resistance. He whipped out of the tattered jeans, shoved
the ineffectual jock strap down around his ankles and stepped free, the 
tattered remnants of his ripped-up sweatshirt already having fallen at his
feet when he skinned out of the one-legged jeans!

"How you want it, faggot? Should I spit in my hand... or do you want me to
ram it up you dry?"

"I don't give a shit long as I get it up my ass. Just slip it to me and
fuck the shit out of me, man!"

His voice was filled with remnants of ecstasy as the last bubbled of jism
dribbled from the lips of his cockhead! And there was a frantic urgency, an
intensity for more action, that made Colby tremble with a mixture of
anticipation and fear!

It didn't hinder his attack, though! He moved to Adam, grabbed a firm,
sturdy bicep and spun the small body around, holding him in position, his
back to him, as he hacked a massive glob of spit into his palm and
slathered it all over his rampaging cockshaft, then massaged what was left
into the velvety skin around Adam's asshole!

"Hang on to the top of your head, you fuckin' bastard! You wanted it up
the ass. Well, here... it... comes!"

Knees bent, he angled the head of his big dick between those beautiful
buns and fumbled briefly to locate the asshole, then a bit more pressure, a
hesitant pause, and then, with all the power stored in his strong, muscular
body, he surged forward, holding Adam helpless to escape if he had wanted
to and sank the entire length of his big prick to the balls in Adam's hot,
slippery, juicy asshole!

"Oh, Christ! Yes! Yes! YESSSS! Jesus, that's good! Now fuck, man! Fuck my
ass and make me shoot another load! Make me cum again without touchin' my
horny dick!"

Colby thrust and nearly knocked both of them off balance, so brutal was
the attack! Withdrawing, he looked down his sweaty belly, watching the slow
appearance of his spit-lubricated prick as it pulled slowly out of the
clamped asshole!

"Christ, pull it all the way put! Then ram it in again hard!"

Colby's head was spinning! The man was a maniac! He must be trying
desperately hard to destroy himself! The fucker didn't want anything but
pain agony... discomfort meanness!

But the big prick sank in deep again; deeper, if possible, than before, 
and he rolled his hips, making the deep-planted length of his fat prick
corkscrew inside Adam!

The blond whimpered and started flexing and relaxing his muscles, milking
Colby frantically, urgently!

"Shit, man fuck! Harder! Deeper! I'm cummin'! I'm gonna spurt another load
of jism all over your living-room floor, man! I'M GONNA CUM AGAIN!"

And Colby reached around the narrow hips and grabbed the spasming prick,
jacked it a couple of hard strokes, and felt it throb wildly in his fist as
it blasted off another thick, creamy load!

Colby moaned and rammed with all his strength, and then hung helpless as
his cock swelled, the head feeling as though it would burst, and then
gushed out its own geyser of jazz, way up inside Adam's compact body!

When they could breathe again, Colby slowly inched his soft prick out of
the still clutching asshole, and started toward the rear of the apartment!

"Hey, man... where you goin'?"

"Where the fuck do you think? I'm going to go clean up!"

Adam chuckled, and bounded after him.

"Wait up. I'll help you!"

In the bathroom he stood right at Colby's elbow as he carefully washed and
dried his cock, then, as Colby turned to leave, Adam reached out and
grabbed his arm, holding him back.

"Hey, listen, stud. I wanna ask you a question."

"Forget it! No more... I've had it... I'm drained dry!"

"Hey, no... that's not what I mean! Listen have you ever... well, damn...
I don't know how to say it delicately! Colby, have you ever fist-fucked a
guy?"

Colby's eyebrows shot up to his hairline. He had heard such things
discussed, doubted the possibility, and never thought much more about it.

"Would you? I mean... would you like... to fist-fuck me?"

"You must be out of your head!"

"Hey, no! I mean it! Other dudes have done it to me before! I want you to
do it! I want to feel your whole fuckin' fist way up in my guts... your
whole arm!"

"Get out of here... before I throw you out the fuckin' window... and it's
eight stories to the ground!"

"Slit, I mean it, stud! Fist-fuck me!" Repugnant as the idea was to him,
something was happening to Colby way at the back of his consciousness, and
something less subtle at the front of his body!

He was getting another hard-on!

Hard as he tried to dismiss the suggestion Adam had just made, it kept
nagging at him! Fist-fucking a stud! Was it possible?

"You got any grease? Vaseline... hair cream... hand lotion?"

Colby grinned, remembering his cache of jack-off jellies that remained
from the days -- and nights -- after Seth left him.

Seth!

The grin faded quickly from his face, and he lunged for the medicine
cabinet, determined now that he would stick his whole fuckin' arm up the
twisted faggot's backside! That'd show him!

But then he stopped, wondering where his anger was really directed... at
the perverted desires of this handsome, otherwise desirable stud? Or was he
angry with Seth for walking out on him, and was he using this perverse
method to get his revenge?

Sick!

"Where's the fuckin' cream, man?"

Adam stood, bent-kneed, fisting his up-standing prick, as he waited,
impatiently, for Colby to find the grease and work it into him!

When he turned back, Adam saw the huge jar and grinned with delight.

"Aha! Vaseline! That works good! Now scoop out a big gob... and start
working it into me... around my asshole... then slip one finger up my
ass..."

Colby worked slowly, carefully, watching each reaction of the doubled-up
physique, as he lay on the bathroom floor, watching what he could between
his open thighs!

Colby worked carefully, slowly, working first one finger up the blond's
horny ass! Then slowly a second finger slipped in beside the first, and he
could feel the lump of solid tissue that was Adam's prostate!

"Oh, shit, man! That's good! That's beautiful! But... take it easy on the
joy button! I'll cum three or four times anyway when you get your hand up
inside me... but don't make me shoot off too soon!"

A third finger slipped into Adam, and Colby was amazed at the ease with
which the small body could accept the sphincter-stretching fullness!

"Go, stud! More! Three feels good... but four is even greater! And when
you get it all up in me... man!"

The fourth finger worked its way into Adam's body, and Colby marveled at
the facility with which those narrow hips were able to accommodate such a
massive intrusion!

And then Adam's hand came back around his hips, closing strongly around
Colby's wrist, intending to guide him through the rest of the ritual.

"Now, you gotta get the biggest part in... your knuckles! Kind of cup your
hand... squeeze your fingers together hard, and that'll make the knuckles a
little narrower!"

Colby followed instructions, and was breathless with shook as he felt the
previously almost impenetrably tight asshole give and stretch so huge! He
caught his breath as he applied pressure to his hand, certain he couldn't
force it farther in, but with a lot of help from Adam, who was determined
to take him, forcing his hand forward, pushing with his own hand, so it
would go deeper, Colby felt the stretched out ring stretch even bigger, and
with a gasp of amazement he watched as his knuckles forced their way inside
the tightly caressing aperture!

"HQLY JESUS FUCKIN' CHRIST!"

"Yeah, man! That's the way every dude feels first time he sees it! How's
it feel, stud? Your fist's almost all the way inside me just the thumb to
go... and then you can really pump in and out! Shit, you can probably ram
your whole fuckin' forearm up in there!"

Colby was caught up in the strange rite, now, and he worked his thumb 
inward, pressing it against the palm of his hand, and pressing forward at
the same time!

Adam groaned and rotated his hips, and, as he started to whimper
uncontrollably, Colby raised his head so he could look over the trembling
hip and see that the blond was shooting another jism load all over the tile
floor!

A hard shove, and his thumb and the rest of his hand disappeared inside
Adam! The diminutive electrician groaned, and winced, but nothing was going
to stop Colby now! He plunged his fist deeper, pushing hard, and he
couldn't believe the elastic warmth of Adam's deep, inner guts! He was past
his wrist inside the little stud's body... and slowly sinking even deeper!

"Do it, stud! Ram it to me! Christ, I love it! Do it! I'm gonna cum
again... keep it up!"

Colby thrust and savored the alien sensations that engulfed him
completely! His cock surged as he rammed his fist deep into Adam's body,
and dragged it out part way, then sank it as deep as possible again, and
then moaned and lunged with all his strength as his load blasted wildly
from the head of his fiery dick!

And still, as his cock shot bolt after bolt of jism across the hunched ass
of the wildly contorting Adam, he felt on fire! There was no end to the
sensation that flooded through him.

"Christ, man... that's good! Pump it! Pump it... in and out! Man, it's so
fuckin' gooooodddd!"

Colby's whole body raged with unquenchable fire as he rammed his hand and
half his forearm deep into the throbbing, receptive ass!

"Shit! Close your fist! Double it up... and ram it in... deep! Deep, man,
real deep! DEEPER!"

The small, muscular body writhed in pleasure/agony, as Colby slowly worked
his doubled fist deeper inside the amazingly stretched-open asshole!

"Fuck it, Colby... fuck the hell put of it! Pump that fist! Ram it in...
hard... deep! Fuck it, stud! Christ, work that fist inside me!"

Colby couldn't catch his breath. His cock throbbed furiously against his
belly, as he rammed and probed, entranced by the strange, gripping
sensation of Adam's insides.

"Twist! Twist your fist around! Pump it! Fuck it!"

As though he had no mind, as though he were a robot, an automaton, Colby
absorbed every instruction, every nuance of Adam's strange eroticism. He
worked his fist open and closed, rolled it in the muscle-clenching,
squooshy depths of Adam's guts! He pumped back and forth, driving his arm,
finally, into the small body, all the way up to the elbow, and worked it
furiously, as his own guts churned with repulsive excitement, his balls
whirling with an endless urgency as he shot another load of jism all over
Adam and another!

The squirming buns, the rippling back; the whole rear part of Adam's body
was bathed in repeated ejaculations of fiery curn!

"Oh, Christ! You're good, stud! You really got me goin'! Christ, I lost
track of how many times I've shot off! Keep it up, man! Keep pumpin'... and
workin' those fingers... open and closed... fist-fuck, you bastard! Keep it
goin' till I pass out... till I can't shoot any more spunk."

The voice was growing weak, breathless, but the body still responded,
hunching in counterpoint to the thrusts and drives of Colby's in-and-out
plunging fist and forearm!

Finally, both exhausted, Adam moaned, a lone, lingering sound of defeat
(or was it conquest?) and blacked out, and just as he drifted off, Colby
spurted one final, lame load of jazz all over him, and was suddenly
hopelessly repelled by the whole performance!

He withdrew quickly, without gentleness or consideration of damage he
might do, and, as his hand popped free, he sprang to his feet and dashed
into the shower, turning the water full force, savoring the cleansing spray
that bombarded his flesh!

But even after a half-hour under the battering shower he still felt
irredeemably soiled! He twisted the faucets off and toweled dry, looking
down at the huddled figure on the floor. He was still looking at him as he
switched off the light and crept to his bed to fall in fatigue, into deep
slumber!

He didn't hear when Adam came to and made his way out of the apartment...
without his check!

Colby mailed it to him the next day.

CHAPTER EIGHT

It was several days before Colby could look at himself in the minor after
that night of abandoned debauchery with Adam. The memory was
inextinguishable and there were nights when he woke in a cold sweat from
dreams of the hunching, cum-spurting little blond, of his own muck-covered
fist plunging in and out of the impossibly stretched ring that gripped his
wrist, his forearm, his elbow as he worked in and out of the body that
seemed too small, too fragile, to accept such outrageous use... and abuse!

But he kept busy, and though the sordid memory who never very deeply
submerged, he was able to function and as time passed the self-loathing,
the disgust he felt for Adam -- and himself -- faded, slowly, but
inevitably.

Several commissions came along at once, and Colby was too busy to spend
much time at the house. Jason was the only one still working out there,
anyway, and he had little inclination to relive any of that day he and
Jason had shared Adam's young body in the middle of the bathroom floor!

But when he could manage it, and found a few hours to go out and see how
things were going, he was surprised, and pleased, that it wasn't difficult
to think about that afternoon and the wild and abandoned perversions that
had made his heart pound with frenzy, his breath to rasp in his ears.

And there was Jason, beautiful, tawny-brown Jason, who was glad to see
him, glad to drop his skin-tight jeans and fall to his knees to open
Colby's fly and work his clinging pants down over trim hips and bulging
thighs, to flop the half-soft prick into his mouth and tongue it to
rampant, raging erection!

Colby stood, looking down at the handsome, woolly head, remembering the
epithets hurled by Adam in their furious orgy, and hated the little blond
even more than ever! Or was it himself he hated? Because of his own ecstasy
in that union? Or, perhaps, because, somewhere, buried deep inside him,
unnoticed until that day with Adam... somewhere in the basic self, could he
be hiding his own acknowledgment of those vicious words spoken so easily in
the midst of Adam's sexual frenzy? Did he... could he... think... feel...
accept a nigger?

His contemplation was interrupted by the sudden, long slide of Jason's
hot, juicy mouth, taking him completely, gobbling his dick, right down to
the balls, the silky sandy-blond curls mashing against his nose and chin.

Colby moaned with excited pleasure and backed away, jerking his hips,
popping his thrilled cock free of the encompassing mouth, sucking in a
quick breath to steady himself, to drag himself back from the too sudden,
too close brink of orgasm!

Christ, Jason had just nibbled at his horny chunk of meat, and then one
good, long, steady-sucking swipe inside his mouth, and Colby was right at
the edge!

He shuddered, and, dropped to the floor, scrambling quickly into
sixty-nine posture, and reached out with both hands for the massive black
prick, squeezing the big, hairy balls in one fist, while he peeled back the
loose, rubbery foreskin with the other, and dove with gaping, dripping
mouth to swallow the whole long, thick, choking cock, gagging slightly for
taking it so quickly, so greedily, but adjusting easily to its
throat-filling mass. He rapidly worked his way up and down its entire
length, teasing the pouting lips at the tip of the brown-purple cockhead
with his fluttering tongue, then swept wildly downward again, swallowing
Jason's dick whole, delighting in the enormous masculinity of the big,
butch, muscular brown stud!

He gasped as Jason forced one arm under his hips and wrapped him tight
against his chest, pinching his buns as he lowered his head and started the
same whirlwind assault that Colby had initiated!

They sucked ravenously, groping and fondling every inch of each other with
hungry, restless hands, and both gloried in the challenge, each holding out
as long as possible against the juggernaut attack of the other, both
hovering breathlessly at the pinnacle of sensation as long as possible,
unwilling to surrender to the talents of the other until the last possible
moment! Lunge, suck! Colby's guts rolled over, his heart bursting, as he
felt the swelling spasms, the surge, the blast, as Jason helplessly gave up
his load and pumped great jets of creamy, sweet cum deep in the back of his
cock-loving throat!

It was the trigger, and he moaned, whimpered, and still kept sucking at
Jason's undiminished rigidity, as his own prick burst, erupted, throbbed in
rapid, staccato explosions, and bathed the cock-chafed rawness of Jason's
stretched-open throat with his own honey-thick jism!

Later, dressed again, and surprisingly a bit self-conscious now with the
handsome black stallion, they chatted briefly over cold beers that Jason
kept in an ice chest in the rear of his car. But Colby's discomfort in the
man's presence prodded him to escape as quickly as possible.

He wondered why he was so ill at ease with Jason, and decided it must be
an emotional hangover from the session with Adam, and that it would pass.

I sure as hell hope SO! I like the black bastard! I'd hate to lose track
of him once the job's finished here! Hope to hell he keeps in touch.

But... later! Right now, all he wanted was to get away, and it showed in
his attitude, his behavior, his unintentional coolness.

"Hey, listen, Colby... you better get in touch with the union if you want
to get this job finished up! I'm close to finished and it's gonna be time
for the plasterers and tile-setters in another day or two!"

Colby ginned, grateful that Jason had turned the conversation toward
impersonal, business-at-hand matters. He reached out and squeezed a bare
bicep, velvety, warm, smooth and strong! A shudder of sensation flooded
through him, and he was tempted to start another session, but decided
against it.

"I'll take care of it, stud! First thing in the morning. When do you want
them? Day after tomorrow?"

"Maybe you better give me one more day the day after that. Okay?"

"Whatever you say! It's your ball game... for the time being."

He smiled and leaned forward, impulsively, and lightly, sweetly,
sexlessly, brushed his lips over Jason's, and enjoyed the warmth, the dry,
papery soft-firmness.

As he climbed into the Porsche he realized his cock was hard and throbbing
strongly in his crotch! As he drove back toward town the stress became
unendurable and he pulled the sleek car to the side of the lightly
trafficked highway, and whipped open his fly, worked his raging cock free
of its constricting covering, and whacked off, beating a thick, fiery load
of jism out of the rebellious erection. He sat quietly in the afterglow of
orgasm until he snapped alert, realizing time was passing swiftly, and
pulled himself together so he could face the world!

As promised, Colby called the union the following morning and requested
plasterers and tile-setters, and as he hung up the phone promptly forgot
all about everything but the job that lay before him -- a mural, peopled
with naked, satyrlike males, suggestive but not downright pornographic, for
one of the private gay clubs in town. His sketches and cartoons were
finished, and flow was left transferring the huge drawings to the wall and
filling in the background and figures.

Alone most of the time in the rarely used party room (one of the reasons
for commissioning the mural was to stimulate interest in more frequent --
and thereby more profitable -- rentals) Colby found himself fiercely
groping himself with every naked body, every half-hard cock, every 
strong-arched ass he painted. Fantasies of sucking and fucking orgies
filled his thoughts, and he decided the best way to rid himself of
frustration, and repair Jason's hurt feelings, was a fast trip out to the
house and a long, lingering session of cock-lust satisfaction! To
memorialize the beautiful black, Colby decided to put him into the mural,
and each line, each brush stroke was applied with loving sincerity! When he
got to the cock and those magnificent, majestic balls, he was as though
hypnotized, trying with all his skill to capture the thick-skinned hood,
the entrancing foreskin that he always thought about first when Jason
reached into his mind and grabbed hold of his thoughts. He was infatuated
by that unforgettable foreskin, so dark, so thick and rubbery, so
thoroughly criss-crossed with emphatic, if delicate, veining.

Finally, unable to think clearly of what he was doing, Colby cleaned his
brushes and put away his equipment, and left the club, climbed into the
Porsche, and sped out of the city, urgently on his way to the house... and
Jason and relief from the persistent horniness, the constant hot nuts, the
ache of his sexual hunger.

"Man, I'm glad you came out! I been missin' you..."

The toasty-brown face split in a delighted smile of welcome as Colby
screeched to a halt and climbed clumsily out of the car.

"No trouble, I hope."

"Shit, no! I got things in control, but those two plasterers... now,
that's somethin' else again! No control over them two!"

Colby frowned and squinted questioning eyes at Jason.

As they started toward the house, Colby reached out and closed a gentle
hand over the curve of Jason's unforgettable ass. Jason turned his head,
grinned, chuckled, and clenched his gluteus in mid-step, and flung an arm
around Colby's waist, drawing him close against him, throwing him
momentarily off balance.

"I came out here today to fuck at... and feel your big beautiful prick way
up in my guts... but with the plasterers here... shit, how could I have
forgotten about them..."

"Don't sweat, man! They both gay as pink ink... and brothers to boot! I
think they're lovers, but it ain't kept 'em from takin' good care of me!"

He chuckled impishly and scooted ahead of Colby into the house. Colby
followed as he went directly to the bathroom, and stopped in the doorway at
sight of the two petite youngsters. They looked like kids!

Darker than Jason, they were obviously Latin, rather than Negro. Puerto
Rican -- or Mexican -- with dramatically perfect features, emphatic but
fine drawn noses, full lips, strong-arching eyebrows and deep-set, dark
eyes! And all that facial beauty was perched on long, slender necks topping
delightful miniature bodies, lean and graceful, but visibly strong and
well-muscled without the bulk of bigger men.

Many they're really something to look at, all right! Maybe... from what
Jason said outside... maybe we can get something going after all... and
this won't be a wasted trip... and I won't have to stop along the road on
the way home and beat my meat!

Jason called a halt to the studs energetic application to duty and
introduced them to Colby, who smiled with real pleasure, and freely,
uninhibitedly, brazenly, let his eyes run up and down both their trim,
lean, well-formed bodies, lingering a long time at the crotches which
seemed well-stuffed, in spite of the obvious fact that both wore uplifting
briefs which cradled the mass of their maleness.

The boys (the only way Colby could think of them -- they were too delicate
to be thought of as men) took in the tall, handsome blond before them, then
turned to each other and smiled, almost imperceptibly nodding their heads
at the same time. They started to giggle.

Colby couldn't decide whether they were a bit feminine -- or just boyish.
Their size lent to the concept of femininity, but their open faces, the
pure delight they seemed to take from just existing, and being together,
added a strength that might mature and, in spite of their diminutive
proportions, become more increasingly masculine as they grew older.

While he was thinking he withdrew, mentally, and was surprised when he
came alert to the touch of their hands on his chest and shoulders.

Jason stood a bit to the side and grinned, then with two swaggering steps,
moved in and thrust out a muscular arm to reach for and bag a handful of
Colby's crotch. Colby jerked, then smiled.

Pacho and Mario (the brothers) looked from Jason's golden face to Colby's,
peering as though trying to read their thoughts, then laughed with delight
and slapped Jason's hands away and started their own groping of Colby's
rapidly stretching, swelling cock. He shot his hips forward, offering
himself silently to the small, delicate, plaster spattered hands, as they
opened button and zipper, and, in unison, worked his tight jeans down over
his hips and thighs, until they fell to his ankles. Pacho was on one side, 
Mario on the other, supporting him as he lifted one foot, then the other,
to rid himself of the encumbering garment; he was thrilled with the touch
of their flesh as he wrapped an arm about each sleek back. Soft and smooth
and warm, but alive underneath with constantly shifting muscle, sinew and
bone! Life! Glorious, young, eager life flowed in both brothers, and it was
apparent they weren't wasting any of it, as one took possession of Colby's
swaying balls, the other his massive, swollen prick, rolling and squeezing,
fondling lovingly, as they leaned toward each other across his chest and
met in a long, tongue-flashing, lingering kiss that made both of them
breathe hard and start to tremble with excitement.

"Damn, you're a couple of sexy beauties!"

Jason, who had stripped naked while the brothers played with Colby's
equipment, moved in close, facing Colby, his cock sliding smoothly in his
back-and-forth-stroking fist, watching everything at once -- Colby's
reactions in his face and cock, the intensity of the brothers as they
fondled Colby's flesh, his own cockhead appearing beyond the loving ring of
his fist and foreskin, then slipping out of sight inside that warm,
shielding hood, reappearing again immediately as he jacked himself off with
expert and familiar enjoyment.

"Why don't you two guys get outta your clothes... and we can really have
some good times... all together... four of us."

Breathless, already wildly excited by jacking his own dick and watching
the brothers handling Colby's, Jason gasped and humped, working his fist
faster as he reached out and pushed both hands away from Colby's looming
prick, claiming it for himself, and, at the same time, giving the brothers
an opportunity to strip and show their lovely bodies.

Jason stroked lovingly up and down the length of Colby's foreskin-sliding
cockshaft, then slowly seemed to melt to his knees, head lunging forward,
tongue way out, to capture the pearl teardrop of cock lube dripping from
the head, then on, forward, until the entire cockhead was inside his mouth,
caught behind his teeth, which nipped lightly at the sensitive flesh just
behind the head. Then with fluttering, enwrapping tongue, he rammed deeper,
taking more and more of the loose-skinned cockshaft into his mouth until
the tip of the head tapped against the back of his throat. With a mighty
surge, he drove his head forward and took all the rest of the massive prod,
his lips pressing firmly into the golden ring of cock hair surrounding the
thick, vein-bursting base!

Colby nearly fainted with the pleasure of Jason's expert lingual
manipulation, the unparalleled blow job he was getting from the loving
black stud. His eyes fluttered shut, his head fell back on his taut neck, 
and he surrendered himself completely to the joy of that ravenously
siphoning mouth, that muscle-spasming throat, as Jason applied just the
right pressure to bring him to the boiling point almost immediately!

"Christ! Go easy, man! You're gonna make me cum and I wanna get my
hands... at least on those two hot little numbers before I shoot a load!"

Jason chuckled around the massive mouthful and raised his head, releasing
Colby's prick and smiling up into his blue eyes.

CHAPTER NINE

Colby looked down into brown-velvet eyes, filled with some special
communication, and something inside him melted, seemed to flow out of him,
leaving him weak and helpless.

But then Pacho and Mario moved into his line of vision, and his head
snapped up, his eyes going wide with wonder at the sight of the spectacular
naked brown bodies!

Man, they might look skinny and little-boyish with their clothes on, but
naked -- real studs! Miniature models of natural-muscled perfection! Men!
In every sense of the world! Including those thick hoses probing out from
their groins, dark-skinned, nearly as dark as the shaft of Jason's big,
black prick! Thick foreskins were half-rolled back, revealing bright-pink
cockheads! Colby blinked, unsure he was seeing correctly.

But when he opened his eyes and stared pointedly, he realized it was true!
The brothers' cocks were as alike as any two pricks could possibly be! One
was a trifle thicker, fatter, and maybe a half-inch longer than the other,
but otherwise, it was almost impossible to differentiate one from the
other!

Fantastic!

Too good to be true!

Colby had always before considered a man's dick as unique and individual
as his fingerprints. In a long search, through vast experience, he had come
to realize that rarely is any cock like another! Basically the same, all of
them are different in countless, subtle ways! But, in the case of the Latin
brothers, his unwritten law just didn't hold true!

But his fascination was with the fantastic bodies of the two. Flawless,
perfectly developed masculinity, tinted toast brown as though to highlight
the beauty they possessed! Their skin glowed with vitality and lustrous 
healthy youth.

"Christ, you two are really beautiful studs... and those pricks! It's
amazing you can keep your balance... don't fall over forward when you get
boners."

Mario laughed and reached for Colby, running a warm, soft hand up and down
his belly, branching out to finger and pinch first one nipple, then the
other, until they were rampant hard and standing out from his heaving
chest.

Pacho moved in close, too, and fell on his knees, elbowing Jason out of
his way, and dropped his head so he could lick the inner thighs, bathing
the sensation-capturing hairs, leaving an ever-growing trail of wet sparkle
where his tongue had been, where his spit remained.

As Mario slipped gentle fingertips into Colby's armpits, he shuddered, and
reached out to take the shockingly big brown prick in his hand, fondling it
as delicately, as wondrously, as Mario was stimulating the hairy patches
under his arms.

"Damn! You're beautiful... you and your brother..."

"So are you. And sexy! I'm glad you like boys!"

"Me too, baby! Especially when there are two like you and Pacho around!"

Jason watched passively for a while, then couldn't refrain from joining
the action. Walking on his knees, he circled the other three and ended up
behind Colby, pressing strong dark hands into the flesh of resilient
asscheeks, spreading them, opening up the crevice between, and for a moment
just staring in appreciation at the tight, quivering pale ring of Colby's
most intimate, secret flesh.

And then his head moved forward, tongue dashing out of his mouth, to
strike the target, first try, and he was rimming the hell out of the
throbbing, receptive opening!

"Oh, Christ, Jason, that's so fuckin' good."

And then Pacho deserted his adoration of Colby's spectacular thighs and
raised his chin, letting one of the huge nuts drop into his mouth, and
began lipping and tonguing and chewing it!

Colby groaned and rolled his hips!

Mario let his hands run down Colby's sides, moving inward over his hips,
and then fingercombed the crotch hair to further tantalize him, before he
took the enormous, straining prick in both hands and lazily skinned it
back, rolled the foreskin forward over the head again, and once more peeled
it back!

Colby moaned and started to whimper!

And so they continued to tease him, building his excitement, his need,
higher and higher, like a forest-or-brush fire suddenly going out of
control, unstoppable until it burns itself out!

"Jesus! Oh, please! You dudes... you got me so fuckin' horny! Suck me...
one of you... please! Suck me off! Blow me! Christ, I wanna cum! I'm so
fuckin' hot! Let me cum!"

And still they worked at his body, gently, maddeningly, with just enough
tension and pressure to keep him at fever-pitch, but not urgently enough to
let him pass the pinnacle of feeling!

"Ohhhh! Man, you're all driving me up the... fuckin' walls..."

His hips jerked, his ass flexed, and still Mario jacked his cock while
Pacho alternated from one of his balls to the other, sucking and pulling
them down as low as possible without pain, and Jason kept rimming his
increasingly vulnerable asshole!

"Christ! Suck me off! Eat my dick! Let me cum! Fuck my ass, Jason! Don't
just lick it fuck it! Stop teasing me! Let me shoot my nuts off!"

Slowly Jason backed off and released his lingual possession of the
well-lubricated asshole. He rose to his feet and went around in front of
Colby again, smiling at him in that special way that had made Colby feel so
strange earlier.

"Give the man what he wants, Pacho."

His voice was soft, but firm and confident.

Pacho rose from his knees, let Colby's nuts slither out of his mouth, and
moved around behind Colby, as Jason took Mario's hands in his and drew them
away from Colby's raging prick.

Mario sank gracefully to the floor, and Colby followed him and stretched
out beside him, taking him into his arms, delighting in the feel of the
small body against his own more massive, more muscular one.

Gleaming black hair flowed around his face as Mario roused himself and
rose over him, lowering his mouth to Colby's and clamping their lips warmly
together, as tongues met and crossed, each exploring the interior of the
other's mouth!

Colby grunted with surprise as he felt hands on his buns again, spreading
them, prying them open, and the warmth of breath coming closer as a mouth
descended to close over the spasming ring of his asshole and renew the
delightful rimming!

But the touch was different, the technique!

He knew it wasn't Jason eating his ass!

Pacho!

Beautiful little stud Pacho was lapping the hell out of his asshole, and
both of them were ecstatic with the arrangement!

And then everything changed again, suddenly, as Mario twisted in his
embrace, reversing his posture, and diving down to lick his scrotum,
lapping his flesh as hungrily as Pacho had done moments earlier! The
nibbling mouth pulled away from his asshole and he was aware of furtive
movement behind him, but he was too lost in the delight of Mario's magic
mouth to pay much heed.

And then a cry of surprise burst from his throat! Pacho's finger was
completely buried up inside his ass, rotating, stimulating him wonderfully,
and Mario had both his big nuts in his mouth, sucking, chewing gently,
drawing them way into the back of his mouth, trying, it seemed, to swallow
them, to drag them down into his throat!

Colby was writhing in delight! His body was out of control! He couldn't
stay still as Mario sucked his balls and Pacho finger-fucked him, deep and
deliberately!

And then Jason was hovering over him, slowly bending his knees as he
straddled Colby's heaving chest, letting himself down slowly until his big
balls swayed above Colby's face, his giant prick standing out urgently
above the deep-brown pouch!

"Suck me, man! Take my horny dick... and let it slide in your mouth and
over your tongue... let it slip way down in your throat and suck me good,
Colby!"

Spontaneously, as though having no mind of his own, he complied, his mouth
falling open, his tongue prodding for the tip of the dark-purple cockhead!

"Suck it, stud! Make it feel good! Get it nice and wet and juicy..."

And then it stabbed between his lips, slipped easily over his slightly
rough tongue, and as he balanced himself on splayed feet, wide-spread
thighs, his asscheeks almost against the muscular plates of Colby's
hard-breathing chest, Colby sighed with pleasure, feeling the oral
adoration consume his prick.

Colby groaned as Pacho pulled his finger out, only to replace it
immediately, greased with something and accompanied by a second finger.

Colby tensed, recalling his own insertion of increasing numbers of
fingers, as he fist-fucked Adam!

It couldn't happen to him! He wouldn't let it!

But he relaxed, determined that if things went too far he'd quickly stop
everything and clean house, throwing everybody (including Jason) out and
forgetting about the house forever!

But he had no need to be apprehensive. Pacho worked his fingers in Colby's
ass only long enough to assure himself the stud was relaxed and at ease.
Then he withdrew and shifted into a new position, at the same time that
Jason rose from burying his big black prick down Colby's throat, and Mario
released his balls, rolling onto his side, turning Colby to face him, and
lunging to capture the head of Colby's prick! Colby liked the feeling and
thrust his mouth firmly over the urgent rigidity of Mario's prick, and they
began a slow, delightfully unhurried sixty-nine!

And at the same moment, Pacho had found the position that was most
comfortable and grasped the thick base of his own prick and guided it
between Colby's cheeks. He pressed forward and, with almost no resistance
from his partner, sank the head of his beautiful dick into the well
lubricated, spit-and-Vaseline-greased asshole!

Colby grunted and opened his eyes wide, wondering what could happen to
Jason in this limited arrangement! He didn't have to wonder long. His eyes
sparkled as he saw the big, tawny stud position himself behind Mario, and
bend himself in half to rim the little asshole furiously, lubricating it so
he could ram his giant prod up into the seemingly inadequate body!

He was gonna fuck the kid with that big rammer!

What the hell!

The fucker up his own ass felt as big as Jason's, and he was sure that
Pacho must have more than once tried it for size up his brother's hot
little box!

Mario obviously knew what he was doing, and he could take care of himself!
If he couldn't handle Jason's big tool he'd doubtless make it known to all
present!

His concern was unnecessary, as he had really known from, the first. He
worked one hand under Mario's hip and gripped his cheek, then laid, the
other over the top and grabbed a handful of the other bun, and spread them
apart, aware that Jason had already anchored the tip of his cockhead within
the tight muscle-ring of Mario's asshole!

Mario's mouth sank steadily over the length of Colby's rampaging prick,
taking it to the hilt, letting it flow down into his throat with ease, as
he hummed an almost inaudible sound, tensing slightly as Jason worked his
way forward, more and more of his obsidian ramrod burying itself inside the
small, delicate body!

Colby sucked in a deep breath, then hurled himself forward, sucking in the
whole beautiful big prick before him, as Pacho, behind him, hunched his
hips with surprising power and rammed his prick deep into his ass!

The four of them ground together, Mario and Colby in wondrous sixty-nine
while both were being matchlessly fucked, Colby by the magic prick of
Mario's brother, Pacho, and Mario taking every inch of Jason's enormous,
wrist-thick, loose-skinned cockshaft!

Colby couldn't decide what he wanted to do with his hands! He couldn't get
enough of the digital pleasure available to him!

He toyed with Mario's heavy scrotum, tickling and bouncing, and then
slipped his hands between Mario's taut little butt and Jason's grinding,
humping belly, feeling the strong strokes of the big dock working in and
out of the boy's clutching asshole!

Then, down to his own belly, circling the base of his own cockshaft,
tracing the full lines of Mario's mouth as he sucked ravenously, taking it
all the way, letting it slip almost out and then slurping it in all the way
to the base again!

Reaching behind him, he played with the massive weight of Pacho's balls,
and ran a fingertip around the shaft of the thick, hard-humping cock 
sliding in and out of his ass!

It was too much!

The middle of one of the most delicious club sandwiches one could imagine!
Mario working lovingly at his fiery cock, Pacho pumping his insatiable
asshole full of talented brown meat, and watching the rhythm of Jason's
powerful thighs as they vibrated back and forth with his energetic
asshole-lovemaking with Mario!

His belly heaved, his chest felt as though it would burst; his spine was a
living flame, and his balls weighed a ton!

Christ, it was too good! It couldn't last! Wild animal groans and cries
filled the air, and bodies heaved and ground together as all four moved
closer toward the inevitable climax!

"Oh, man! Take it, boss-man! I'm there! I'm gonna go! Gonna fill your
tight, hot asshole full of sweet, scalding jism, man! Gonna fill you up
till it overflows and runs out around my achin' prick!"

And Pacho tensed, rammed with all his strength and his big, swollen cock
exploded, gushing great spurts of cum deep inside Colby!

Grunts and groans and whimpers signaled Mario's readiness, and Colby
pumped wildly, to reach his magic moment at the same time Mario leaped over
the orgasmic precipice! He felt the first fierce blast of jism splatter
against the back of his throat, and moaned as he sucked furiously, letting
his load go as soon as the beautiful brown prick between his lips hot its
first geyser of hot whipped cream down his gullet!

Three down!

One to go!

And Jason worked in frenzy toward his own infinity! Wheezing and gasping,
pumping with increasing intensity, he began to howl, as the first
shattering grasp of Colby's and Mario's and Pacho's orgasms began to
dwindle slightly.

"Oh, Christ! Yeah, map! Oh, Christ, that ass! Man... you got the fuckin'
best... ass... in the whole fuckin' world... for fuckin', stud! Man...
it's... SO... HOT... SO... TIGHT so... BEAUTIFUL! CUMMIN', babe! Shootin'
my honey up your honey pot! Take it! Take it! TAKE! IT!"

A long, endless moan of surrender, a smashing thrust, and a long-lasting 
vibration of the beautiful tawny body, and his cum blasted into the depth
of Mario's thoroughly fucked and happily satisfied ass!

The fell away from each other, the multiplicity dissolving, each becoming
one entity again, no longer part of the larger unit that had been one and
was now four!

They lay happily exhausted, each touching the others, and drifted in the
luxurious afterglow of completely satisfying sex and climax.

Colby didn't want to end the idyll, but finally had to rise and climb back
into his clothes, and start back to the city.

As he drove past the spot where he had once parked and yanked his meat, he
grinned -- and thumbed his nose at the tree under which he had sat in the
car and shot his jism into his fist!

A new joy and enthusiasm crept into Colby in the days that followed. The
bad memories of his session with Adam were forgotten, except for
increasingly rare nightmare moments. The ache in his gut for Seth had
diminished, minimized with the passage of time.

Work on the house was progressing rapidly. He was pleased, and one
afternoon (after making sure that Pacho and Mario had finished up and
wouldn't be around) he called Cash Gillette and invited him to drive out
with him and have a look at the project.

Cash was delighted to hear from Colby, but couldn't get away that
afternoon, so they made a tentative date to get together the following
week.

Austin stopped by the apartment a couple of times and those visits ended
in glorious, sweat-and jism-stained sheets and exhausted combatants!

When Jason called and told him that his work was finished, Colby felt
somehow deserted, cast adrift.

"Man, I've stretched this job out as long as I could... I done every
piddlin' little thing I could find... or think of! Colby, I really hate to
finish up workin' for you! Best fuckin' boss I ever had!"

He chuckled in response to his own unintentional double entendre, and then
sobered, his seriousness an electric thing, communicable even over the
telephone.

"Listen, if you're serious, Jason... do me a favor. Stick around the place
like... like a supervisor! I've got my hands full with work and all the
other stuff that has to be done to get moved in, so I need somebody out
there handling things! Will you do it?"

A brief hesitation, then the reluctant voice.

"You not just makin' room for me to stick around, are you?"

"Hell, no! I need you, man! I need your help!"

Another moment of uncertain silence, and then Jason's deep laugh sounded
in Colby's ear. Just the sound of it made him smile.

"Okay, boss! You got your overseer! I keep the hands in line... get out my
big blacksnake whip and make 'em toe the mark!"

He laughed again, and Colby tried to hold onto his smile, but the sadistic
joke brought Adam and his fist-fucked ass vividly before Colby's eyes.

"Listen, the painter and paperhanger should be out in the morning! See
that they get some work done... and don't spend all their time fuckin' the
other help!"

"Thanks a hell of a lot! Now that. I'm boss... when you're not around,
that is... I gotta keep my hand and my cock to myself! What if it... or
they... turn out to be some irresistible stud?"

"Then call me... and I'll be right out."

He laughed and hung the instrument back in its cradle, and returned his
attention to the inventory of furniture in storage. Sorting out what he
wanted to use, what had to be refinished and or reupholstered, and what
could be discarded or contributed to one of the restorative charities.

It took the rest of the evening, and, he was exhausted when he finished,
but knew what he was going to do, and had a good idea of how the house
would look when it was completely redone and furnished.

Staring for the bedroom, he was surprised at the sound of the doorbell.
With a dispirited shrug he went to the door and opened it.

"Hope it's not too late for a social call, man."

Colby blinked unbelievingly into gold-flecked green eyes. He couldn't
trust his senses! He had to be hallucinating!

"Well... what's the matter, stud? You got a hot trick in there? Am I
interrupting something great?"

"Seth..."

"Nobody else... got to thinkin' about that sweet ass of yours... sittin'
around all alone nothin' else to do... so I figured I'd take a chance...
come by... see if you had the hots... wanted to take on a big one... I know
I'm horny to feel you sittin' on it for a while!"

As he spoke his eyes moved restlessly over Colby's Levi's-clad figure, and
his hand moved to his crotch, stroking provocatively up and down the
obvious bulge of his rapidly growing hard-on.

Colby stood in the door, throat too dry to speak, his whole body in shock,
unable to move.

"Well, what's the matter? I'm here... you wanna get fucked or not? Yes or
no, man! Either ask me in or I'm gone."

Colby stiffly moved backward, opening the door wider so Seth could enter,
and then turned and stared at him, still unable to accept the reality of
his presence.

Seth turned, too, looking at him intently, then started to laugh.

"Well, come on, stud! I really got a set of horns tonight! I take it the
bedroom's still in the same place."

He was already stripping, shirt cast aside, a patch of white on the floor,
and he was working at the buttons of his jeans, all but tearing them off as
he rushed to get undressed.

"Shut the fuckin' door... unless you wanna put on a show for everybody in
the building and shuck down so we can get the show oh the road."

Colby let the door swing shut behind him, and hypnotically started to work
stripping himself, wrenching his T-shirt up over his head, stepping out of
his moccasins, and unzipping his jeans, twisting his hips until they fell
around his feet, and stepping out of them.

Seth reached for him, grabbed his urgently hard cock as though it was a
handle, and led him by it into the bedroom, where he pushed him, rather
roughly, onto the bed and dived right after him, landing half across his
back!

"Man, I been thinkin' all night about that sweet, tight asshole of
yours... remembering how good a fuck you are!"

And with no other preliminary, he raised his hand, released a slippery gob
of spit into his palm, and slathered it over his out-thrusting prick,
smearing the remnants in the crack of Colby's ass.

Crawling between Colby's legs he kneed his thighs wider apart, and made
room for himself between, slowly lowering himself, bracing his weight on
outstretched hand and tight-together knees, and eased himself down onto
Colby's back!

Colby tensed, for just a moment, when he felt the massive, thick cockhead
slip between his buns and press lightly against the pucker of his asshole!

"Relax, man! It's not like this was the first time you were gettin' ol'
peter! Man, he's been up in your belly so many times I lost count long age!
Relax, man... and just let if happen..."

Colby moaned and made himself go limp as the pressure increased.

Seth sensed the relaxation, and with a grunt he snapped his hips down
hard, and the whole head of his big dick sank into Colby, who moaned and
rolled his head, clutching at the rumpled bedding, unprepared for the deep
drive that had assaulted him.

"Christ, that's good! Good as I remembered!" Another tensing of muscles,
another lunge, and half the shaft was buried in Colby's asshole!

"Shit, man! I haven't felt this good since the last time I plugged your
bung! Wonder why the fuck I ever wanted to leave this fantastic ass."

Another vicious thrust, and he was buried to the balls! He ground his hips
down and Colby moaned! His head flopped from side to side as the giant
prick plumbed the depths of his insides, and then drew back, almost all the
way out of him, and then was plunged full-depth again!

"Oh, Christ! Seth! Take it a little bit easy!"

"What's the matter, stud? Gettin' fucked too often these days, since I'm
not around any more? Takin' on any stud who comes along and wants to ram
you?"

He slammed viciously deep into Colby's ass, and groaned.

"Good! Good fuckin' ass, stud! Too good! Can't last! Shit! I'm there, man!
I'M THERE! TAKE IT! CUM... CUMMMIIINNN'!"

His cock exploded deep inside Colby, and he shuddered out his orgasm,
then, cock still dripping, he pulled out roughly, leaped into his clothes,
turned to smile an unfriendly grin, and left!

Colby lay quietly for a long time thinking about what had happened.

Finally he broke into uncontrollable laughter.

CHAPTER TEN

Colby had an appointment with the upholsterer, who had already been out to
the house and taken measurements of walls and windows. They were to meet at
the warehouse where his furniture was stored, and he knew he was going to
be late.

Everything in his life seemed to be running behind schedule that day. He
had overslept. He had spilled paint all over the floor in trying to rush
the work on the new mural. And as he stretched one long leg into the door
of the Porsche, the whole seam of his jeans had given way, and he was
forced to drive home and change before keeping his appointment with Cohn
MacLame!

He was flustered and annoyed as he approached the area where his things
were stored, totally unprepared for the gleeful, round smiling face peering
at him from under a mane of new pennycopper bright curls, all awry, of
course!

"You've got to be Colby Charles."

"You're right... but I don't know why I have to be me! Today I'd rather be
almost anybody else!"

"Careful! Sometimes the rash wishes we make come true... and then we can
be miserable. From the looks of you, I'd say it should be a nice thing to
be Colby Charles."

Colby couldn't hold back the grin, and suddenly marveled at how good he
felt. He looked at Cohn MacLame and was impressed. More than the bright-red
hair was of more than ordinary interest. The man was tall and lean, wearing
a suit of soft gray knit or jersey. He would have attracted less attention
if he were completely naked. The tight fit of the suit only served to draw
the eye and once caught, it had to trace every brazenly exhibited line of
that trim form, lingering a long time at the formidable bulge along the
inner left thigh!

Christ, the bastard must be hung for at least four guys! He looks like
he's easily as big as Jason! What a cock that must be when it's hard... up
and ready!

Colby felt a stirring in his crotch, and tried to subvert it, turning his
attention to the task at hand, the sorting and moving of the furniture to
be upholstered and used in the new house.

"I hope you haven't had to wait long."

"I just got here myself. A little old lady couldn't make up her mind
between flowered chintz and crushed velvet."

He chuckled and his amusement was infectious. Colby was surprised to find
himself laughing heartily.

"Let's go see how difficult it's going to be to find what I want out of
all this stuff."

Time passed swiftly, but it wasn't as difficult sorting out the usable
pieces as Colby had anticipated. Even so, it was after five by the time
they were finished sorting and directing Cohn's men in moving and loading
the pieces onto his truck to go back to the shop where work would begin.

"Man, I'm sorry. I really shouldn't have taken up so much of your time...
I didn't realize how long this was going to take."

Cohn grinned, and his deep-blue eyes twinkled.

"It's all right. After all, you're paying for, my time... and talent. I
left the afternoon completely free, anyway. I've had more experience with
this type of thing than you, obviously! Matter of fact, I'm impressed by
how quickly you were able to make your decisions. Most people think... and
then change their minds, then reconsider and then change everything all
around yet again!"

"Well, I'm glad I didn't keep you from anything, but I had already decided
the things I could use and those I didn't want before I came over from the
inventory list the warehouse gave me and from memory."

"Decisive. I like that. What's your sign?"

"Sign..."

Colby looked confused.

Cohn laughed.

"Yes. Your sign... astrologically speaking? When were you born?"

"Oh! July. I'm a Leo."

"Aha! Good! That means we should go with lots of yellow and orange...
rust, sun colors. They're good for you."

Colby looked at Cohn, blank-faced for a moment, then grinned.

"You must be a mind-reader... or a magician. I'd already made up my
mind..."

"... to use yellows... and oranges... and rusty shades... right?"

"Right."

"Sensible. Now, another thing that is sensible, very sensible, since I'm
starving to death! Let's have dinner... together."

Colby was stunned, but pleased.

"Well... I'd like that... but well, you're dressed... and I'm not..."

"Don't give it a thought. The place I have in mind nobody's going to
notice. They never notice anything... except how big your basket bulges as
you walk to your table."

What restraints had been between them were now shattered by Cohn's frank
admission, and those had been few. Colby was pretty sure of his new
associate, but the letting down hair eased the slight bit of tension that
still remained between them.

"Let's go."

"Your car... or mine?"

"Both?"

Cohn smiled, a sly, insinuating expression.

"I don't think so. I've got a strong hunch we're both going to end up in
the same place... at least for a good portion of the night... if not all
night long."

Colby chuckled and flung an arm over the redhead's husky shoulder, and
they walked together toward the exit, both hungry, both wanting more than
just a well-prepared dinner!

The restaurant/bar was dimly lighted and comfortable, the service was
exquisite, and dinner a gourmet delight. But perhaps part of the charm of
the evening was the liking the two had for each other.

Time passed quickly, in spite of the leisurely pace of the meal and
drinks. When they decided it was time to leave, they looked into each
other's eyes, each silently questioning the other, soft blue against
deeper, more intent, yet more humorous eyes, and both knew all the answers
except one.

"It's trite... but... your place or mine?"

Colby grinned, as he had at so much of Cohn's conversation through the
evening, and shrugged his shoulders.

"Well... your place should be a lot prettier than mine... but I've got a
hell of a good, firm king-sized bed."

"So have I! And, as you say... my place is probably prettier! Let's go
there! It'll serve a dual purpose. You can have a chance to change your
mind after you see the kind of work I do for my clients... and then we can
check out the king-sized bed and see if mine is as firm as yours."

They laughed and rose, deciding to take the Porsche, arid headed for the
elegant apartment that served not only as living quarters for Cohn MacLame,
but was also a showcase for his business prospects.

Colby whistled silently in appreciation of the beauty of the carefully
decorated apartment as they entered, and was surprised when he felt Cohn's
arms come around him from behind, and the strong, lean body arch close
against his back.

"Man, do you offer these fringe benefits to all your clients?"

Cohn squeezed his arms around Colby's chest, then let his hands slip
downward until he was cupping the full, bulging basket in both hands,
hunching his hips rhythmically, ramming his pelvis again and again against
Colby's Levi's-sheathed ass curves.

"Only every tenth one... or about two a day."

He laughed softly, nuzzling into the hollow of Colby's shoulder, and
flicking his tongue repeatedly against the enticing lobe of his ear.

"Seriously, you're the second stud I've taken advantage of... combining
business with pleasure, that is."

Colby was impressed, and believed the soft voice so full of sudden
sincerity, no longer humorous or bantering.

"I'd think you'd come across lots of dudes who wouldn't mind getting next
to that sexy frame of yours."

"Oh, I do. But I'm picky, I guess. I could have a lot that I turn down.
They just don't have what I want..."

"And... what's what?"

"Oh, Christ! If I knew, I wouldn't be still looking for it, would I?"

His hands at Colby's crotch were working their magic. The big prick was
pulsing up toward erection, swelling with excitement as Cohn manipulated it
through the worn cloth of his jeans, working him to increasing readiness.

"Well, this is fun... but why don't we go make that test?"

"Test? What test?"

Cohn sounded puzzled, really confused until Colby laughed.

"To find out if your bed is as firm as mine... remember?"

And then Cohn laughed too, and let his hands drop away from the out
thrusting cock-hard bulge in Colby's jeans, and moved around him, taking
his hand, and leading him across the room toward one of the closed doors.

Seconds later they were naked, stretched across the enormous bed, an arm's
length apart, each studying the other in minute detail.

Colby liked Cohn's lean, hard body. Sharply articulated musculature flowed
smoothly from one part of him to the next, all smooth lines, no bulges or
unattractive angles. He like the pale skin, too, somehow translucent, as
though there were light glowing from underneath, through the skin.

And he was delighted by the cock; a long, sculptured column of ivory, a
pedestal designed to display and show off the huge amethyst perched at its
upper end. The heed was smooth and full-bodied, its slit deep and 
surprisingly, long. Since Cohn was circumcised, Colby was surprised that
the skin of it was so soft and smooth, unlike the pebbly texture of most
unshielded cockheads he had known before.

He couldn't keep his hands off Cohn. He took great delight in just running
his hands lightly over all the soft, smooth skin he could reach; and even
greater delight in the shivery reaction of Cohn's sensitive flesh to his
touch.

"Man, you're everything I hoped you'd be when I first saw you... and
decided to bring you home with me."

"I'm glad."

"Is there anything special you like... I mean... better than anything
else?"

For the first time the redhead seemed uncertain, unsure of himself.

"Whatever's right."

"You mean... whatever's fair."

Colby laughed happily, and pressed his hand into the firm warmth of the
red-haired belly.

"Well... now that you mention it... I've never been real hung up on doing
trade."

Cohn laughed.

"Well, I'm glad of that! I'd hate to think that big prick was going to
waste while you spent your time just sucking other studs' joints!"

They slid closer to each other, and their tactile explorations grew more
impertinent, as they fondled and caressed, stroked and held.

"Maybe I should ask... since you started it. Is there anything you
prefer... or anything you don't like?"

Cohn didn't answer for a moment then, with twinkling eyes, couldn't hold
back his teasing humor any longer.

"Well, I don't like to get fucked... with a stud's big toe."

Colby made an exasperated face and campily slapped the redhead, then 
rolled up close to him and wrapped both his arms tight around him.

"Okay. No big toes... but what about big jocks you like them for fuckin'
your hard little ass?"

"Man, I'd love anything... as long as it's you and me doing it! I got no
hang-ups... except when it comes to rough stuff... either way! I don't dig
getting hurt... and I sure as hell can't see how anybody can get it on that
way... getting hurt... or hurting somebody else."

Without thinking, Colby suddenly blurted out his experience with Adam, and
Cohn listen quietly, not interrupting until it was all out.

"Nothing like that has ever happened to me."

It was Cohn's only comment.

"I can't understand it. I enjoyed it, in a strange, hateful way, while it
was happening... but after it was all over... I couldn't even face myself
for a long time afterward."

"You didn't start it, did you?"

"Hell, no!"

"And the other dude wanted it?"

"He practically raped me to get what he wanted..."

"Then you've got nothing to feel bad about as far as I can see. It's not
your thing, but you did it with a guy whose thing it happened to be. You
tried it... didn't really like it... and that's the end of it. You won't do
it again. So why chastise yourself for making one misdirected stud happy
for a little while?"

Colby felt better than he had about the incident during the long time
since it had happened.

"Listen, man, you said because I'm a Leo that I should decorate my house
in yellow... and all that jazz. Well, I notice that around here you got
lots of browns and different shades of green and that makes me suspect,
judging' from what you said about me, that you're an earth sign! Right?"

"Taurus."

Colby looked puzzled for a moment, but Cohn's smile made him brighten.

"... and... Taurus... is... an earth sign right?!"

"Aha! You're very bright! Right. But, enough of everything except the
important stuff!"

And he rolled close, flinging his arms around Colby's thick chest, and
rolled on top of him, hunching his pelvis hard against Colby's.

"Man, if I didn't know better I'd think you were horny!"

"Oh, yeah? Then you're not so bright after all!"

And he reared up, humped down violently, and his raging cock seemed to be
trying to drill a new hole right through Colby's belly.

They wrestled, each new shift of position, each new contact of flesh
heightening their hungers, and shortly they were breathing hard, throats
dry and raspy, bodies filmed with the sweat of exertion and excitement.

"Christ, man... let's fuck!"

Cohn's mouth came down hard on Colby's, and they writhed in each other's
arms, as their bodies arched together, hunching furiously, in the dry
heaves of un-united flesh in agonized longing and need.

Cohn tore his mouth free and dropped his head into the hollow of Colby's
throat, tonguing the side of his neck, the lobe of his ear, slowly working
his way down to shoulder, armpit, then lavishly bathing each of the massive
plates of his pecs, devoting long, loving moments to each nipple. Then down
through the narrow trail of fine, sandy hair to the deep navel, dipping
deep into its shadows, then all over his midsection, on down to hips,
thighs, and back up to end lying flat on his belly between widespread
thighs, licking, lapping, then sucking hungrily at the massive pouch where
his nuts nestled, warm and snug, writhing in the fleshy sac, slowly rising
toward his cock base as his excitement soared.

"Man, you got a beautiful tongue!"

"And you got a beautiful body to use my beautiful tongue on."

Colby smiled, then tightened his ass, making his hard cock jerk in the air
above his belly. Cohn's eyes widened in admiration of the tall giant.

"Why don't you swing around here... so I can do a little licking and
sucking of my own? Why should you have all the fun?"

Cohn obliged, and squirmed around until his legs were at the opposite end
of the bed and his hard prick only inches away from Colby's watering mouth.

Colby reared back and extended his hand, closing gentle fingers around the
thickness of Cohn's big, pale cock, looking at it inquisitively.

"Hey, man... Taurus... That's the sign of the bull, isn't it?"

"Yeah... why?"

"It fits! You're sure as hell equipped like one! Man, that's a beautiful
chunk of prime meat!"

Cohn chuckled and did as Colby had just done, clenched his ass, making his
rampant prick jerk strongly before Colby's appreciative eyes.

Slowly, Colby leaned forward, coming closer, his breath warm and thrilling
on the pale cockshaft with the amethyst head. He flicked out his tongue and
lapped the entire length of the huge, thick pillar, then retreated to the
base to begin all over again, as Cohn returned to the delightful scrotum,
stuffing it hungrily into his mouth and sucking hard, then rolling each of
Colby's balls separately around on his tongue.

Colby groaned and decided he had had enough game playing and opened his
mouth wide, lowering it steadily over the huge thick mushroom of Cohn's
cockhead. At the base of the head he bit in gently, savoring the male
salt-clean-sweat smell and taste of Cohn's intimate areas.

Cohn shuddered with delight and let Colby's balls slip out of his mouth,
grabbed his cock and bent it down so he could take the hard, still-sheathed
head into his mouth. Once inside, he dragged his fist down the fat shaft,
peeling the foreskin free of the tasty morsel that was Colby's cockhead,
and began a furious, relentless sucking that drove Colby wild with
excitement and pleasure and desire.

In return he sucked avidly at Cohn's big beauty, and tasted the slightly
salt, slightly acrid cock oil seeping from the head. It flooded his mouth
with spicy male slickness that filmed his teeth and coated his tongue.

They hunched together, each straining to please the other as he had never
been pleased before. They sucked with abandoned delight, each trying to
take all of the other, each at fever-heat!

Colby's hands were all over Cohn, fondling his heavy nuts, slipping
between his taut-muscled thighs, fingering the deep crack of his ass, 
pinching his cheeks, probing for the opening to his interior channel of
delight!

Cohn trembled and moaned, and did his own share of handling his mate's
flesh, raising gooseflesh all over Colby's responsive body.

They rocked together, each sucking as though this were the last cock in
the world, and his last chance at it. They drank deep and fast, now and
then taking too much, too quickly, and choking, gagging, having to retreat,
temporarily, but then raging back at each other's delectable erections
again... and again!

Bodies quivered!

Jaws ached!

Cocks surged and strained and swelled!

Balls tightened, knotting up close to cock bases, trying to escape into
the deep cavities in spastic pelvises!

Colby sucked Cohn's big beauty with all the relish and delight it
deserved, a gem to be appreciated, a lollipop to be savored and devoured!

He sucked with his eyes wide, watching every subtle movement of the
long-muscled thighs, each slightest ripple of the fiery-bushed belly!

And Cohn couldn't get enough of Colby. Hands, mouth, the flesh of his body
-- everywhere he could make contact with the writhing, squirming, sweaty
smoothness (or hairiness) trembled with the electric current of excitement
as they humped and bucked and reared, advanced and retreated, taking and
giving, from and of and to each other!

And then Cohn pulled back, popping Colby's raging, spit-shining cock from
his mouth, gasping for breath!

"Colby... oh, Christ! I'm gonna curn! I can't hold it, Colby! I want to
wait for you... but... I c-c-c-a-a-a-a-n-n-n-n't!"

Colby could feel the massive expansion, the throbbing urgency in his huge
mouthful of prick, and, grasping it tight with thumb and forefinger around
the back, pulled it free of his mouth for one moment, gasping, as Cohn
gasped.

"Go! Let it shoot! I'm... oh, God! I'm right... with... you."

And then, together, they dove onto each other's spasming pricks, sucking
more wildly than ever, and began to pant, as chests, and bellies heaved,
cocks convulsed, and jism spewed into both throats at the same moment!

They moaned and writhed, whimpered and squirmed, and cum rushed into
throats, overflowed, trickled from the corners of their mouths as they
clung dementedly to each other, humping the last vestiges of choking orgasm
into and out of each other!

They lay clinging together until both cocks went soft in each other's
mouths, then reluctantly, regretfully, rolled away from each other, to lie,
breathless, sated, still unable to totally release the moment. They lay
still, with hands on each other, Colby running light fingertips up and down
the goose-pimpled chest, Cohn, savoring the feel of Colby's thigh under the
sweaty warmth of his hand.

They glistened with sweat, exhausted, but still hungry for each other.
Time stopped -- and flew -- at the same time.

"Colby..."

"Hmmm?"

"I can't remember it ever being quite that good before... with anybody
else."

"I'm glad. It was good for me, too, Colby."

"Hmmm?"

"You're special."

"I'm glad. You are too..."

"But?!"

"But... nothing. I just think... well, it's too soon to try talking
about... anything right?"

"I suppose so. But you are special!"

"You know what else I am?"

"No. What?"

"Horny! Hot to fuck that beautiful, tight little ass!"

Cohn chuckled and rolled onto his belly, his firm, creamy buns mounding
magnificently between his thighs and the small of his back.

"My pleasure, sir! But... not with your big toe!"

"Absolutely not... I've got something here much bigger... and better... tc
please both of us with... my dear!"

"Show me... by application!"

Colby knelt between the beautiful, thighs, and planted a hand on each
cheek, spreading them as wide as possible, dipping his tongue between,
eagerly rimming Cohn's fever-hot asshole. Then, as he raised his head, he
nudged the trim hip.

"Not that way... on your belly! Roll over so I can look at you... and kiss
you... and suck your big, hard cock... while I fuck the ass off you!"

Cohn rolled onto his back and raised his legs onto Colby's shoulders,
gazing intently up at him from deep, too-readable blue eyes.

Colby gripped Cohn's firm asscheeks and held them open, staring down,
wide-eyed, as his cockhead found the target and sank slowly into the
creamy, pale opening.

"Oh, God! Colby, that's so good! Fuck it, lover! Fuck my hot ass... make
me cum... just pumping in and out of me!"

Colby sank in until his balls mashed against Cohn's upthrust spine, and
slowly began to hump! Slowly, as he roused Cohn to fever-hot need, he
lowered his head and took the amethyst cockhead between his lips and began
to suck!

CHAPTER ELEVEN

Colby and Cohn spent the next several days together, nearly all the time.
They chose fabrics for the reupholstery, discussed draperies and curtains,
and decided how the tables, chest, and various wooden pieces should be
refinished.

When everything was decided, and both were totally exhausted from the
excesses of their endless mating, both agreed they needed time to
themselves. Some of the magic of those first days had dissipated and both
men were able to think more clearly as their minds were freed of the
incredible rapport that had developed between them.

Colby was glad to be back in his own apartment, sleeping in his own bed,
and the second morning of being alone again, he woke early, bright, alert,
eager to get out of the city and see the house.

Jason greeted him with the familiar broad smile, and something strange
happened inside Colby, as it had once before, the last time he had been
out!

"Man, it's about time you showed up! Your painter's ready to pack up his
brushes and go home! Thought you'd died or something!"

Colby hugged him, and swung into step beside him, heading for the door, a
fistful of fabric samples clutched in one hand, one of Jason's cheeks in
the other!

"Man, you sure like to have your horny hands on my innocent little bum,
don't you?"

He laughed, and Colby joined in, delighted to be with him, impatient now
to complete the final details, show the color samples to the painter, and
start on the last leg of the journey toward haying his own home.

Just inside the house they stopped, and Colby let his hand drop away from
the delectable curve of Jason's asscheeks, and stopped in his tracks.

"That, dear boss, is the painter! Now, aren't you sorry you haven't been
out the last several days?" There was a chuckle in Jason's voice, and a
twinkle in his dark velvety eyes, as he turned to see the admiration and
dawning lust in Colby's expression!

"Man, that's a painter?!"

"Man! That's a painter!"

"And you're a smart ass!"

"Whatever you say! You're the boss-man!"

He chuckled and ducked, anticipating the swat of Colby's hand, which swept
just inches past his head.

They laughed and moved toward the tall, dark man.

"Christ, he's gorgeous!"

"You can say that again, boss-man!"

"Christ, he's gorgeous! Have you got it on with him yet?"

Their eyes twinkled with impish understanding as they looked at each
other. Jason just shrugged his shoulders.

"Hey, Judd! The boss finally showed up! Now you're gonna have to go to
work... and give that pretty ass of yours a rest! No more sittin' around,
protectin' your virginity!"

Deeply tanned, long-haired, the man smiled, and Colby felt himself going
weak with desire! One look at the handsome stud settled all his
uncertainties as far as Cohn was concerned! If he could get this turned on
just looking at another beautiful dude, what chance was there to form a
lasting relationship with somebody like Cohn, who wouldn't consider an
open, free-to-trick arrangement!

"Colby, his name's Judd Maddox... and he says he paints and hangs
wallpaper! So far I haven't seen him do a damn thing."

One strong-arched eyebrow raised toward the classic hairline, and a
charming smile spread across the handsome face. Full lower lip curled, but
the upper lip was narrow, though perfectly shaped. Dazzling white teeth
glistened in the smile, and Colby knew he was getting the full treatment.
The stud really knew how to turn it on -- when it was advantageous for him
to do so!

"Hi. I've got all kinds of samples with me. We can go into details later."

"Whatever you say, Mister Charles."

"Aha! Listen, man... nobody's called the boss-man 'Mister Charles' since
his coming-out party. He don't like it. Reminds him of his old man... and
he hated him! Call him Colby... or butch... sweetie... honey, whatever
comes first to your mind when you want to talk to him!" Colby looked at him
with amazement! He was in a chipper state of mind. But he couldn't be
really angry! Instead he leaned over and clasped his hand over the broad,
black shoulder and laughed with delight, feeling good, as Jason felt good,
just being there, being alive!

Poor Judd just looked confused and slightly embarrassed!

"Don't pay him any mind, Judd. He's starting to get senile! Just grin and
bear it!"

"Senile, huh? Man, come on in the bedroom and I'll show you who's
senile... and I'll even help you grin and bear it!"

He chuckled again and deliberately reached out and groped Colby. Colby
jerked away from the seeking band, and he looked toward Judd, curious as to
his reaction, and was surpassed that there was none -- none visible in his
expression, anyway!

"Come on, Colby. It's been a long time and old peter is mighty lonely for
a taste of your goodies."

"Knock it off, Jason! You're just trying to shock Judd!"

"That's not all I'd like to do to him, is it, Judd?"

Now there was reaction! The handsome dark-haired stud blushed, right
through all that dark tan, and dropped his head, unable, to find words td
respond to Jason's playfulness.

"That's all he does, Colby! Every time I make a pass at him, try to get
him to drop his jeans... he just lets his head fall on his chest and
brushes! I don't think the poor soul has ever had a blow job or felt his
hard, hot prick creepin' up inside some willing, cooperative, juicy
asshole!"

"Jason! Like I said, Judd, just ignore him!"

Colby was more than a little annoyed with Jason. He felt sorry for Judd
Maddox. He was sure he must be unaccustomed to such brash sexual banter,
and didn't know how to cope with Jason's free tongue and casual acceptance
of himself and his desires.

"Bet he's never even had any pussy. Poor kid! Afraid to use that thing
between his legs! Hey, Judd, you know it's not just for pissin', don't
you?"

There was nothing mean or vicious in Jason's teasing. He was just
thoughtless.

But suddenly Judd's head came up and there was a tentative smile on his
lips. Colby was again struck by Judd's beauty, and his eyes moved quickly
over him, from top to bottom. He couldn't blame Jason for being so eager to
get at him. Judd was tall and lean, strong-muscled, with the face of a
choirboy, and bright, shining black-coffee-dark hair that hung softly
beyond his shoulders. And what shoulders! Big and square, padded with
massive developed muscle that curved, sleek and smooth into rippling 
biceps. Broad, plated chest, narrow waist and trim hips strained through
his short-sleeved blue workshirt and wheat-colored jeans. There was a nice
bulge at the crotch, but he was wearing briefs. Colby could see the line of
them angling over his tipper thighs, and had noticed their outline against
the high, sharp curves of his buttocks.

"Colby, would you believe I can't even get him to go in the pool with me,
now it's filled? Man, you don't know how good it feels to swim, 'til you
try skinny-dippin'!"

"Enough, Jason."

Again, Colby was defending Judd... but his effort was wasted. A new look
of confidence, and something like surrender shone in his dark eyes. Perhaps
it was just resignation to the inevitable.

He looked from Jason to Colby, and his look was intent, searching.

"You're gay, too?"

Colby was stunned, and automatically nodded his head.

"He kept telling me, but I thought he was just trying to get at me. Not
that I minded his passes, mind you, but I didn't want any static... in case
you busted in... unexpected, you know..."

And as he spoke, Judd was working at the buttons of his shirt, stripping
it from those broad, walnut-colored shoulders!

Christ, he was so dark, his tan deeper than Colby had ever seen before! He
was even darker than Jason -- except for Jason's huge, night-dark prick!

"Shit, man, you mean you been dodgin' me just because you scared Colby'd
show up and catch us doin' somethin'?"

The handsome head swung to meet Jason's almost-angry look, long hair
spraying out as he turned and smiled.

"I gotta look out for my reputation, man. I work on my own and need good
references... not bad ones!"

His light, nearly white jeans were down around his hips now, and, as he
shrugged free of them, Colby gasped! The demarcation line, of trunks
(brief, almost bikini-narrow trunks) was startling! Where he had been
covered, protected, his skin was as pale and translucent as Cohn's! It
screamed at you in contrast to the deep tone of his upper body and his 
legs!

"You must spend all your time in the sun!"

It was inane, but the only words Colby could find!

"Every minute when I'm not working!"

Colby's eyes moved restlessly over the beautiful naked stud! He grinned
privately, as he studied Judd's nudity.

Maybe just being careful isn't the only reason he was afraid to let Jason
see him in the raw! The way Jason runs around the place... bare-ass as
often as not... Judd was probably inhibited by the size of his cock, maybe
ashamed he's not as endowed as my big, black lover!

Colby was shaken by his own thoughts!

Lover!? When did I start thinking about Jason that way?

But his interest in Judd dissipated any disquieting thoughts he might have
about anything else, including Jason!

Judd was a well-put-together stud, all right! The only flaw, if it could
be called that, was the size of his equipment! The balls were magnificent,
bull-like, but the cock was short and fat! True, it was still soft, but it
wasn't in proportion to the rest of his spectacular body!

"Okay, men! Who's first?"

Judd grinned and squatted, those big, beautiful nuts swaying back between
his muscle-bunched thighs, slapping lightly into the crack between his
hard, flexed asscheeks!

While Colby was gazing in admiration, Jason was squirming out of his
hip-hanging jeans, his only garment, and kicking off his shoes! Gloriously
naked, he strode into Colby's line of vision, obscuring the sight of Judd,
and Colby shifted to the side, eyes wide. He watched as Judd's full lips
parted and his tongue tip flashed out to circle the dark purple-brown tip
of Jason's cockhead, peeping from the protective sheath of the slightly
withdrawn foreskin!

Colby held his breath as Judd's hand came up, fisted around the
horizontal, erect cockshaft and rolled the massive foreskin back, feeling
the head completely, then slipped down around the thick, fat base and
curved palm up, to cup the weight of Jason's heavy-swaying nuts!

"Oh, Christ, man! I been waitin' nearly a week for this... so do it, baby!
NOW! Do it good!"

His hips rocked, and Colby hungrily watched the profile performance, as
the big, black prick slid forward, the stretching, straining lips
accepting, slipping forward, wanting more and more until Judd's nose
pressed into Jason's underbelly, the crisp black curls creating cracks and
wrinkles in the flawless smooth brown flesh around Judd's mouth, his nose
and chin and cheeks!

Colby's cock stiffened in his pants, and he felt the cockhead dripping,
wetting the cloth along his inner thigh, as it strained to contain the
rapidly swelling mass of his hardening prick.

"Suck it, pretty man! Eat it all up!"

Jason drew back, more than half the length of his big prick reappearing
before Colby's glazed eyes, wet, shining with Judd's spit, beautiful,
magnificent, irresistible, and Colby felt a pang of jealousy! He wanted the
ecstasy that Judd was experiencing! He wanted to be the one sucking Jason's
big beauty!

And he wanted to be sucked! He tore at his clothes, unable to strip fast
enough! And then, finally naked, he walked up to the wildly undulating pair
and stepped behind Judd's squatting form, reached around his long-haired
head, and slipped his hand between his mouth and Jason's belly, running his
fingers through the scanty-but-thick circle of hair, finger-combing it, and
then let his hand trail downward, so he could play with Jason's nuts and at
the same time feel the movement of Judd's lips as he sucked back and forth!

"Damn! You're a good cocksucker, man! You're gettin' me! Really gettin' me
where it feel... best..."

Jason rocked more wildly, coming up on the balls of his feet, lunging with
terrible power, driving deep and hard into the siphoning, sunken-cheeked
face!

Colby pressed his hard-on into the velvety flesh of Judd's rippling back,
felt it tangle in the long, dark, silky hair!

He was drooling a thick stream of excitement as he dry-fucked Judd's back,
and watched -- and felt -- the action as Jason fucked the handsome
painter's mouth! The interplay of the two dark bodies was too much, too
exciting, and he groaned as he felt his nuts tighten against his groin, and
the helpless surge of excitement as his cock throbbed, convulsed, and 
gushed a great, thick gob of jism over the brown-velvet back and into the
soft thatch of long, fine hair!

He stared unseeing into Jason's wide, amazed eyes, and then heard the
husky voice, urging Judd on!

"Suck it, stud! Christ! Colby shot his cream in your hair! You made him
cum, man you got him so hot... so fuckin' horny just watchin' you blowin me
he couldn't... hold his load long enough to let you suck him... off! Damn!
Shit! Fuck! I... I'm cummin'... cum... cummmmm!"

His body arched, his hands clamped hard around the sides of Judd's head,
and he groaned and grunted in tempo with the jets of spunk battering into
the receptive, fast-swallowing throat!

When it was all over, Judd rose to stand erect again, eyes questioning as
he looked at Colby, silently inviting him to take Jason's place in his hot,
juicy mouth. Colby slowly shook his head.

"Later! I just shot a wild load all over you..."

"I know! I could feel it! Could feel your cock throbbing it out... feel it
splattering all over me... wetting my hair... oozing down my back..."

Colby smiled and fell to his knees, hands on Judd's trim hips, running
down to trace the articulation of his thighs, and lunged forward, mouth
gaping, to capture the hard cock! It reached just to the back of his
throat, comfortable and its thickness filled him completely! His head
bobbed, his tongue twirled and wrapped the fat cockshaft, and he felt
Judd's hands on his shoulders, guiding him subtly back and forth, capturing
the tempo Judd preferred, and in moments he was rewarded!

Judd went tense, straining upward and forward, as his cock thickened, the
head spasming wildly, expanding as though about to burst. Then it exploded,
filling Colby's hungry mouth with great gusts of honey-sweet, syrup-thick
jism that he had to swallow hard to retain! A huge load, as though he
hadn't shot off in months! Colby sucked and kept every drop, took it
thirstily down his gullet and savored the fierce orgasm!

And then it was over. A surprisingly short session for Colby and Jason.
Both could have continued, but something in the air between them restrained
them, held them back, and they were more than a little uncomfortable for
the rest of the day.

It was several more days before Colby visited the house again, and was
surprised and pleased with the progress Judd had made. This time Judd did 
Colby for trade, while Jason just stood back and watched. Then, when Colby
was finished filling Judd's throat with his creamy load, Jason bent forward
from the waist, guided the beautiful painter's relatively small prick to
his mouth and quickly sucked him to orgasm.

The three of them swam naked in the pool for a while, and then Colby
dressed and prepared to leave. Just as he was getting into the Porsche,
Jason came up to the side of the car and laid a gentle hand on his arm.

"Listen, man..."

Colby's head jerked up to meet those dark, velvet eyes, and they seemed to
cloud over at the contact.

"What is it, Jason?"

"I... well... Oh, shit! Nothin'! Nothin' except... you can get the carpet
man out here anytime you're ready! Judd's about through."

Colby smiled, but it felt stiff and unnatural.

"You been having a good time with him? Lots of good blow jobs to keep you
cooled off and your meat down?"

"Nah? Maybe once, twice... but he keeps busy and I... I don't much feel
like it."

"Why? Because his meat's not big enough?"

"Shit! I don't care how big a dude's cock is if I dig him."

Colby didn't pursue the subject, perhaps because he was afraid of what
Jason might say... as he was sure Jason, himself, was afraid.

"Okay. I'll get the carpet man out... tomorrow or the next day."

"Right. Come back soon, man. Always gad to see you!"

The deep, husky voice sounded in his ears as he drove away... and a long
time after.

Colby's next visit was a return to the early days of the house's
transformation from run-down abandoned house into comfortable home. It was
like it had been in the beginning.

Jason was grinning from ear to ear, and led Colby inside as though he were
a child being directed into the secret rite of a surprise birthday party.

Judd was handsomely naked in the bedroom, and stretched out across the bed
was a sleek, golden-skinned Oriental! As naked as Judd, as delicate and
beautifully sculptured as the long-gone Pacho and Mario, but more muscular
and husky than the two lovely Latins!

Jason chuckled gleefully as he stripped out of his jeans and shirt and
move to Colby, starting to undress him, too.

"Main, you really picked a prize, this time. Terrance... that's the little
beauty lyin' there on the bed, waitin' for your big prick... Terrance
Chang, carpet-layer... and layer of anything, or anybody else he can get
his cock-lovin' hands on!"

Colby fondled Jason's big dick while the stud undressed himself was
reluctant to release. Jason as he turned away and moved to the bed to
stretch out beside Terrance.

"Come on, man! We been waitin'... hopin' you'd show up today! We're all as
hot as firecrackers... 'specially ol' Terrance, here!"

Jason reached down and lifted an astonishingly enormous prick and waved it
at Colby, who hypnotically moved toward it, mouth falling open, salivating
for the mouth-watering delicacy of maleness! Christ, he had always thought
Orientals had little meat! But this might be the exception to prove the
rule! It was huge!

But, as he reached the side of the bed, Terrance playfully chuckled, and
rolled onto his stomach, thrusting pearly-perfect buns upward, flexing his
muscles, then relaxing, tantalizing Colby with the beauty of his ass!

"That's what he digs, boss-man! Friend Terrance loves to get that gorgeous
ass plugged! And wait till you ram your cock into him! The way those buns
feel against your belly... the way he controls his muscles inside...
squeezin' your dick, man, you'll go out of your fuckin' mind!"

Colby hadn't paid any attention to Judd since his first view of Terrance's
raging hard cock, and now, as he stared down at the silky, parchment
colored buns, he was shocked by the touch of slick fingers. Turning his
head he looked into Judd's grinning face, and then his eyes moved down to
his own crotch, and he saw that Judd was smearing the entire length of his
hard-on with Vaseline!

"Hey..."

"It's okay, boss-man! You get first go at him today! Judd and I have both
fucked him before fucked his ass so often... so hard... any normal human
being would be dead by now!"

Colby watched as Judd handed the jar of grease to Jason, who dipped out a
generous glob and pressed it between Terrance's high-thrusting cheeks, and
began to manipulate his fingers! As Jason worked the grease into Terrance's
flesh, the sleek, compact body began to move, to vibrate; hips rolling,
buns clenching, whole torso rising and falling, as though Jason's long,
blunt fingers were a big prick!

"Now, man... he's all ready! His hungry asshole is greased up as high
inside as I could reach and he's horny as hell to feel your big fat jock
ram up into his ass!"

Colby was suddenly struck by the fact that, since he had entered the room,
Terrance had not spoken one single word! Jason had done his talking for
him! Colby began to wonder if he might be mute!

Slowly he advanced, unable to resist so tempting a target, and fell on his
knees at the edge of the mattress, spreading his knees steadily wider
apart, opening up Terrance's thighs exposing the golden ring of his
puckered asshole!

Beautiful!

Breathtaking!

Spectacular!

He gasped at sight of it, and leaned forward to brace himself on
finger-splayed hands, as he lowered his pelvis toward the gem of secret
intimacy, that unmatchable asshole between those so majestic buns!

"Ohhhh! Oh, yes!"

The small body shuddered all over, and the sound of Terrance's voice
shocked Colby, who had decided he was unable to speak! But the urgency, the
impatience and anticipation in his voice were unmistakable!

He wanted Colby's meat!

He wanted to get fucked!

He really wanted to get his gorgeous ass reamed!

"Do it! Do it to me! Fuck, please! Fuck me! Fuck my ass!"

Breathless, husky, insistent, pleading all at once! In those few words he
heard the hysteria, the nymphomaniac need!

"Fuck! Ram it in! Drive it home! Bury it! All of it! In me! IN ME!"

Colby didn't need encouragement. He tensed, lined up on his target, and
stretched his knees wider, opening Terrance up a bit more. Colby let his
hips sink, the head of his fiery cock pressing firmly against the resilient
golden ring of asshole!

"Fuck!"

"Yeah! Fuck him, boss-man!"

"Give him what he wants! Stick that big prick all the way through him!
Skewer the bastard on it!"

Judd's and Jason's encouragement fell on deaf ears. Colby was completely
enwraped in the clenching ring at the tip of his drooling prickhead. He
tensed, gathering strength and determination, then shot his lean, powerful
hips forward -- hard!

Terrance yelped, and tensed briefly, then began to croon a sound of
delightful acceptance, and rolled his ass up to meet the descending,
invading prick!

A grunt, another lunge, and Colby was buried to the hilt in that
responsive, cock-hungry asshole!

His balls slammed forward, against Terrance's, and they swayed together,
the heat of each intensifying the holocaust between them!

Colby reared back and plunged violently into the little body again... and
again... and again!

Terrance groaned and gurgled and moaned and gasped, lost in the ecstasy of
an overflowingly filled asshole! Colby couldn't resist the expert milking
of his rod in the clasping guts, and, long before he wanted it to happen,
he was gushing his spunk up into Terrance's belly!

When he pulled out Judd took his place, fucked the willing victim long and
hard, and then it was Jason's turn! His form was flawless, as he rose and
fell, plunged and withdrew his obsidian dagger within the golden sheath!
Terrance came with each of them, ruining the sheets!

CHAPTER TWELVE

Everything was done.

The restoration was complete.

Furniture had been delivered from Cohn's reupholstery and refinishing shop
and set in place. Curtains and draperies had been hung. Appliances and
utensils and staples had been stored in their places in the kitchen and
pantry.

And Colby felt an uncontrollable pang of sadness. Fixing up the old place
had been fun! Would it be -- could it be -- as much fun living there?
Alone?

And most unpleasant of all -- sad enough so he wanted to cry -- he had to
say good-bye to Jason, his good right hand through the whole process of
transformation!

It was quiet now that there were no workmen about, and Colby felt
strangely empty now that nothing remained that needed to be done.

Jason was the last.

He had stayed on to help with the final touches and now it felt as though
the whole world were coming to an end. This would be their last day
together. Tomorrow the utilities would be turned on, he would have gas and
electricity, and could move in.

Everything was out of the old apartment, except a few items that were
packed and waiting, only because there hadn't been room in the Porsche the
last trip out. He'd bring them tomorrow.

"Well, boss-man... we had some fun, didn't we?"

"That we did, Jason! That we did, indeed!"

"I'm kinda sorry to see it all finished... though it's pretty... and
comfortable! You got good taste, man! When I first walked on the job I
figured you didn't know what you was doin'... didn't know up from down..."

"Maybe not... but I knew what I wanted!"

"Well, if this is what you wanted... like I said before... you got good
taste... if you knew it was gonna end up lookin' like it does!"

"I knew..."

They were sitting by the pool, in chairs drawn close together, still
beaded with water jewels that the sun was rapidly absorbing from their
flesh. Both were naked and each knew the other was getting horny, trying to
hide his unavoidably erecting prick.

"Colby..."

"What?"

"Well... I... oh, nothin', I guess."

Colby sat up straight, leaving a dark, wet imprint of his back on the
plastic upholstered cushion.

"You wanna fuck, Jason?"

"I'm horny as hell."

"Well, then, let's go initiate the new bed."

"Okay, but... later, huh?" Colby looked at him intently, trying to
understand what he was getting at, but he couldn't read the tight
expression, thought the eyes looked unusually bright, and Jason refused to
meet his glance.

"What's the matter, Jason? What's buggin' you?"

"Nothin', Colby. Nothin'... at... all."

The strong chin quivered, and Colby felt a cold chill down his spine. For
a long time he couldn't find his voice. His throat was too dry to speak.

"Jason, come on, let's go inside. I want to suck your cock."

With a gesture Colby could only interpret as a resigned shrug, Jason rose
from the chaise and padded across the tiles toward the sliding door to the
bedroom.

Inside, it was cooler, and the curtains created a shadowy twilight, as
both bodies settled onto the wide bed, automatically moving into each
other's arms.

"You said you wanted to blow me, man."

Jason's voice was cold, distant, and Colby felt shut-off. Now it was his
turn to be resigned, and he drew his arms away from Jason's broad back and
let them move slowly down over his shoulders and chest and belly, until
they held the massive prick and heavy, full pouch of churning balls.

"Suck it, Colby! Take it in your mouth swallow it... all the way to the
bottom... right down to my horny nuts!"

Colby bent from his waist, folding his body in half and lowered his head,
holding the base of Jason's black giant and aiming it toward his descending
mouth.

"Suck it, man! Blow me! Make me feel every stroke of that hot, sweet mouth
on my achin' meat."

Colby toyed with the foreskin-covered head, pursing his lips over the
abundance of loose, rubbery flesh, mouthing it as he liked to do,
fascinated that there was so much of it and that it moved so easily under
his fingers or between his lips.

"You dig my jock, don't you, stud?"

He sounded choked up, his voice husky.

Colby could only mumble a garbled answer, refusing to surrender the
delectable snack of living flesh.

"Take it! Don't just play with the foreskin! Take the head... man, take it
in your mouth!"

Colby skinned the head free, and gazed a long time at its dark, gleaming
surface. He teased himself by not flinging himself immediately onto it.

"Suck it, for Christ's sake!"

And then he did lower his mouth over the probing head, felt the feverish
heat of it inside his lips, in his cheeks, sliding over his tongue. And as
he sucked it deeper into his mouth, Jason grabbed his hips, maneuvered him
into position so his hard cock was inches from the dark, frill lips, then
lunged and took half the length of Colby's big, throbbing hard-on into his
mouth!

They groaned and whimpered as each enjoyed the other in his own unique,
familiar, practiced way.

Jason thrust and felt his cockhead bend down into Colby's throat. He
ground his pelvis against the straining face, and delighted in the feeling
of his balls squashing against Colby's nose and cheeks!

Colby eased his hips forward until he felt the resistance of Jason's
throat give way, and then humped the rest of his dick into him. They ground
their bellies together, hands endlessly exploring every inch and surface of
each other, until, with a strangled cry, Jason grabbed both hands full of
Colby's clenched asscheeks and held him brutally close as he spurted his
load way down into Colby's throat!

The first gush had just begun when Colby ignited, and shot his jism into
Jason, unable to hold back any longer!

Both were too hot to prolong this session, both were too high-keyed,
anticipating the parting that was imminent. The sex was too fast and
frenzied to satisfy either, and as they lay together, the last drops of
spunk dripping into each other's throats, they knew it wasn't enough!

It'll never be enough!

Colby was so startled by the realization that he nearly bit through the
shaft of Jason's slowly softening prick!

Jason yelped, and Colby slid free, a broad, happy smile lighting his whole
face.

"What you grinnin' like a Cheshire cat about you happy you damn near
castrated me?"

Jason was actually pouting!

"No! I don't want to castrate you, man! I just found out something...
something important!"

His voice shimmered with his excitement. Jason raised deep, velvety eyes
to meet bright, smiling blue ones.

"Yeah? What's that, boss-man?"

"I just realized why I've felt so bad since everything's finished... the
house is ready to move into..."

"Oh, yeah? Why's that?"

"You, you dumb bastard!"

Jason looked completely confused, but there was a light dawning deep in
his eyes, and the corners of his mouth began to twitch, even before he knew
he was going to smile.

"Shit, what do I have to say? I don't want what's between us to end, man.
I've been missing you already... even while you're still around! Don't you
understand?"

Trembling, Jason raised his arms and drew Colby's body close to him,
afraid to think any further than that one single moment.

"I asked you a question... don't you understand what I'm saying, Jason?"

"I hope so, Colby! I sure-to-God hope so! But I'm not even gonna let
myself think about it 'less you say it... right out!"

He waited breathlessly as Colby tried to find words to express his
feeling. And suddenly it was so simple.

"I love you, man! That's what's been bugging me for so long! I... love
you... and I didn't even know it... till now!"

Jason sobbed, a dry, choking sound, and then laughter rang in Colby's
ears, as Jason hugged him tighter.

"Shit, boss-man, I been knowin' it a long long time! I started bein'
afraid you wasn't ever gonna face it, though!"

They clung together silently for a long time, reevaluating everything
between them. At least, Colby had to make changes in his thinking. Jason
had long ago accepted his feelings, faced up to them, and made his own
personal peace, however, things might work out with Colby.

"Jason, you've got to move in here... I want to live with you!"

"You sure, boss-man? You aren't forgetting we got a lot of differences
between us, are you?"

"Everybody has differences... and difficulties... but they don't matter
when they feel about each other the way we do."

And then he was stricken by another, more terrible chill, a cold
foreboding, a fear greater than any he had ever known.

"Jason... I... how do you feel? About me? I told you I love you... and 
just took for granted..."

Jason leaned forward and clamped his mouth over Colby's in a long, hungry
kiss that ended all discussion and doubt.

"I love you, Colby... if you had to be told! Why the fuck else would I
have stuck around here after all my work was finished... and I could have
gone on to other jobs... jobs that would have paid a hell of a lot better
than you paid me except you wouldn't have been there for me to look at...
and touch... and be close to."

"Then, there's nothing left to do, but get your things and move you in!"

"You sure takin' your boss-man role serious, ain't you, man?"

"Don't you want to live with me?"

"I want it worse than anything... ever! But you gotta think about the
trouble could come! Slit, Colby, don't forget I'm black! You're white!
People don't like queers... but they don't like mixin' up black and white
even more! Even some folks who don't mind bein' friends with cocksuckers
draw the line at mixed marri... mixed relationships!"

"I don't give a fuck about anything... or anybody... but you and me. Live
with me, Jason! Please! I need you! I just realized how bad I need you!
Don't desert me, man! We can handle whatever the outside world throws at
us... as long as we feel the way we do and are together!"

Jason cuddled him close and chuckled softly, deep in his throat.

"Okay. I guess you still the boss-man! I guess I got no choice, anyway. I
sure as hell don't want to say good-bye to you, Colby!"

And slowly, they melted into a long, lingering kiss that rekindled the
too-swiftly extinguished fire... in their guts.

Jason leaned over Colby's horizontal form and ran his hands from the top
of his head down to his toes, then worked his way back again, replacing his
fingers with tongue and lips, licking and lapping and nibbling and kissing
up the bulging calves, slab like thighs, hairy crotch, flat, quivering
belly, and high-peck chest!

Their mouths met again, a long, smoldering kiss, and both of them came to
the brink of shooting off just from kissing, and they wrenched away from
each other.

"I want your ass, man."

"It's yours! Take it! Fuck me, Jason! Fuck me good... and hard... so I'll
know you're really here... and aren't going to go away!"

"I'm here... and if I go away... you'll have to throw me out!"

Jason went between Colby's legs, on his knees, reaching strong tawny arms
under his thighs, lifting, drawing Colby's legs up, hanging his knees over
his shoulders.

He grinned a broad smile at Colby, then ducked his head, at the same time
planting his big hands under Colby's cheeks and raising them so the
tight-puckered asshole was spread before his hungry mouth!

"Eat it! Rim me! Jason, I'm so hot! I'm afraid I'm gonna cum just being
with you!"

"Don't! Don't, man! Don't shoot off... not yet! Not till I'm inside you!"

Jason's long, pink tongue slithered out again, probing deep into the
clenched circle of Colby's eager asshole! He gasped and panted as he rimmed
deep and hungrily, sliding in as deep as he could reach, then retracting
his tongue until it slipped free, then dug it in all the way again, as
though his tongue were his cock and he was already fucking Colby!

"Ohhhh, man! I can't stand it! It's too good! I'm gonna blow my nuts if
you keep it up."

Jason raised his head, and kneed his way up astraddle Colby's body and
leaned forward, offering his raging prick to the shiny mouth. Colby lurched
upward and claimed it, sucking it deep into him, sucking loosely, knowing
this was only foreplay, a pleasant way to lubricate Jason's monstrous
fucker!

Jason trembled as he pumped his dick deep into Colby's throat, shaken by
his own released feeling, and by Colby's expression of his.

And then he tore himself free and scrambled, backward, down over Colby's
body, his cock dripping massively, and found his place between the
quivering thighs. He lifted Colby's legs around his waist, and rammed a
finger up Colby's ass, hard, making sure it was open and still juicy enough
to take his big fucker!

"Ohhh, Jesus! Christ, that feels good! No! No! Don't pull it out... not
yet... work it in me, Jason! Keep it up there... as deep as you can work it
around... oooohhh! That's it! Man, you really... hit it! Again! Oh, Jesus!
Again! Aaaaaahhhh! It's so... oooohhh, so goooooddd!" Jason finger-fucked
him furiously, probing as deep as he could reach, twirling his finger with
as much pressure as he could summon, working it over every accessible area
of the juicy, soft, smooth tissue inside him. He felt the kernel of Colby's
prostate and pressed as hard as he could against it, then withdrew and
tapped it lightly, an erratic, uneven rhythm that was impossible for the
prone receptor to anticipate!

"Do it! Damn! It's so beautiful! Feels like I'm gonna cum, man! It's a
fantastic feeling! Nobody could make me feel like this except you, man!
Jason!"

And then, because his finger would make Colby shoot off, and because he
was impatient to impale him on his throbbing cock, he dragged his finger
out and raised on his knees, pressing on the backs of Colby's thighs,
bending his body in half, forcing his knees up, against his chest, so that
his cheeks spread open wide, exposing the pouting pucker of his asshole
ring.

"Christ, you got a gorgeous little bunghole, you know that, boss-man?"

"I don't know how it looks... but I know how you can make it feel! Fuck
it, Jason! Fuck my pretty little asshole! Fuck it! FUCK IT HARD!"

And Jason kneeded himself closer so that the tip of his bobbing hard-on,
stringy with cock lube, bounced against the clenched ring, lightly at
first, then as Jason strained forward, lodged itself in place, anchored
tentatively for the ultimate contact!

"Brace yourself, man! I'm gonna shove! I'm gonna push it to you... in...
all the way... one lunge... and I'm gonna bury my jock in your sweet, hot
guts!"

His voice rasped, his teeth clenched, and Colby could feel the tension of
his body against his own. He drew a deep breath and waited for the surging
burst of pain that would come when Jason entered him violently!

And then Jason tensed, clenched his ass cheeks and rammed! The head of his
prick split Colby wide open, and pressed steadily forward until the whole
length of the giant prick was inside.

But there had been no pain. Colby marveled at the power of the thrust and
the ease with which he had accepted it -- all of it!

"It's in you, man!"

"Fuck!"

"Feel it! Feel my big black prick workin' inside you... way up there in
your guts! Feel it! FEEL IT!"

"Oooohhh! I do! I do! It's good, Jason! GOOD!"

"It's all the way in you... all the way up your hot, cock-lovin' ass!"

"Yessss! Do it! Fuck it! Do it to me! Do it do it!"

"Take it all, stud! Feel it tearin' you apart inside!"

"Fuck me!"

"Take it!"

"YESSSSSS!"

Animal growls and snarls! Hissing acceptance! Sibilant surrender as the
spit-and-pre-cum-shiny wrist-thick black prick slid out until only the head
remained clamped within the clutching sphincter ring, then plunged
viciously inward again, until Jason's taut black balls slapped, noisily
against Colby's up-tilted spine.

"Fuck my ass, man!"

"I'm horny, stud!"

"Me too!"

"Gonna cum!"

"Not yet! Make it last! It's so good!"

"Can't hold it back long, man!"

"Fuck!"

"Take it!"

"Too... good..."

"Me... too... can't... help it... gotta... let it..."

"Go! Do it! Cum! I'm... there... too! Ready to..."

Jason's body rocked back and forth growing increasingly tense as his
orgasm surged closet and inevitably closer. He hissed with every breath,
rasping in the grip of complete communion with his beloved.

"One... more... thrust..."

"NOW!"

"YEAH!"

"DO IT!"

"YESSSSSSS!"

One final, brutal lunge, powerful enough to snap both their spines, as he
hissed out his readiness, and then his cockhead convulsed, his great, thick
shaft expanded and stiffened even harder, and he hung suspended between
heaven am hell, infinity and eternity, for one breathless, lifeless moment,
a lifetime beyond forever and never! And then the spasms shook him, his
cock erupted, and the burning, scalding fire seemed to destroy his whole
prick, his whole being as the fiery lava raged from him in to Colby!

He shot again and again, filling the well-fucked channel, spurt after
creamy spurt, until Colby couldn't hold it, and the great trickles of jism
worked their way around the stretching thickness of Jason's cock and ran
down into the hollow of Colby's spine, over the majestic curves of his
upraised buns, all over the black, tight-drawn clutch of Jason's spitting
balls, until both were stained with the frenzied white cream!

And Colby writhed on the still rampant spear, in the agony of
almost-orgasm!

"Jason! Grab it! Jack it! I gotta cum! Oh, Christ! Make me shoot off!"

Jason rammed himself deep into Colby's ass, and bent from the waist,
taking the base of Colby's dick in his fist, pointing it upward. He lowered
his mouth onto the ooze-wet head, gulping it into his mouth, trying to
swallow the whole length of cock, sucking hungrily, impatient to siphon off
the nectar of his lover's seed!

Colby squirmed in ecstasy, writhing on the double impalement! Jason's cock
was buried to the balls in his ass! His own cock was nearly all the way
into Jason's ravenous, juicily sucking mouth!

"Now, man! NOW! I'M CUM... CUM... CUUUMMMMMIINNNNNNN'!"

He lunged up into the down thrusting mouth and felt his whole body become
a big, hard, ejaculating cock! He spurted his juice deep into Jason's
throat, and moaned and humped as he listened to the gagging, choking,
gulping acceptance of his jism into his beloved's frantically swallowing
gullet!

"Take it, Jason! Take every drop! All my cum! All of me!"

They held, as though frozen, cramped, both afraid to move, afraid this
could only be a dream that would shatter and disappear if they changed
anything!

And then, as cramps raged in Jason's muscles, he had to lift his head, let
Colby's flaccid prick flop free to slap softly onto his belly! He
straightened, looking down at the miraculous sight of the beautiful blond
who wanted him, who loved him -- and felt good!

"Man, it's hard to believe this is for real!"

"Me, too, Jason! It's so good... and I almost let it go!"

"Maybe! I don't think I could have just walked away though, without
telling you how I felt!"

Slowly Jason inched his way out of the tight-clutching asshole, and Colby
went tense, protesting.

"Don't! Leave your cock in me! I like the feeling."

"You'll like it... I gotta piss... and if you don't let me go..."

Colby considered a moment, remembering, and then raised his knees, opening
his ass for Jason to withdraw!

As he started into the bathroom, Colby watched the undulation of his
magnificent buns, the ripple of muscle in his back and shoulders and anus.

Maybe he does want to piss in my ass! Maybe I'll let him one of these
nights... like Cash pissed in me... and maybe I'll let him piss in my
mouth... all over my face... and just maybe I'll play turnabout... and do
the same things to him!

He smiled happily when Jason reappeared in the bathroom doorway.

"You sure this is what you want? Are you going to be happy, Jason?"

"Don't even ask, boss-man!"

He ran to the bed and flung himself playfully onto Colby, tickling him
until Colby was a witless, helpless mass of giggles.

"How about you, Colby? You been gettin' a lot of stuff you think you can
get enough out of just me to keep satisfied?"

Colby grinned up into his dark, gentle liquid eyes.

"I'll manage, and if you can't keep happy... there's always the gas man,
the electric man and dude who'll be installing the telephone... the
pool-service man..."

Jason's wide-opened mouth, coming down with flicking tongue on Colby's,
shut off the words, ended all sound but that of their matched, heaving
breathing!


THE END
