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My dad’s a big, muscular guy, and the sober look on his bearded face
made me nervous.  He held something in his hand, and looking closer I
realized it was my cum rag.

“Son, I found this under your bed.”

“What the heck were you doing in there?”

“Never mind that.  I think it’s high time we talked about this.”

“About what?”  I was confused, cause my dad’s a pretty sexual guy, and I never felt like jerking off was a big deal.

“From the looks of this rag you’ve been stroking the lizard way too
much.”  He tossed it into a pile of dirty clothes.  “Would you shut the
door?”  He put his arm around my shoulder.

“It’s not healthy for a guy to spend so much time by himself.  I know
it’s hard at your age.  Girls don’t know what they want, and guys only
want one thing.  It can be frustrating.”

“To say the least,” I said.

“So you’re a virgin?”

“Um…yeah.”

“It’s okay.  I figured as much. And I want to help you, any way that I
can.”  He wrapped his arm around my neck and pulled me close; my face
rested against his beefy, hairy chest.  He smelled like fresh soap and
cologne.

“Geez, dad.  I feel like I’ll never get laid.  And if I ever do get
the chance, I’m scared I might not know – like – what to do.”

“Son, every young guy has been in your position, but don’t let it get
you down.  You’re a real handsome guy, and you’ll be pulling more pussy
than you can handle in no time.”  His words were reassuring.  It was
just like my dad to show such concern for me.  He was always a hands-on
kind of father.

Looking me in the eyes, real “man-to-man”-like, he continued.

“If you’re really anxious about fucking, there might be a way I could help you out.  Are you interested?”

“Sure!”

“You could get the experience you need, and we could both have a bit of fun in the process.”

“How?”

“You can practice.  With me.”

“With you?”

“Hey, I may be your old man, but I still got spunk in me that would
put a sixteen-year-old to shame.”  It was true – my dad’s a totally sexy
guy.  Girls were always checking him out on the street.

“I can’t believe you’d be willing to do that for me.”

“Just think of it as a warm-up before the big game,” Dad said as he
slipped off his workout pants.  “Everyone needs a dry run now and
again.  It takes the edge off.”  

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Jonah called me a couple weeks before the wedding and asked
if I wouldn’t mind doubling up in a hotel room with his cousin Chuck.

“Chuck’s not bringing anybody either and he’s super
chill, you guys will get along,” Jonah said. I said I didn’t mind – I’d been
so busy with work that I’d barely had time to think about this wedding let
alone try to organize where I was going to stay.

When I got to the hotel Chuck was there unpacking. We shook
hands and I instantly liked the guy. We went down to the hotel bar and had a
couple beers with other people who were showing up from the wedding party.
After the rehearsal dinner we went back to the room. We stripped down to our
underwear and watched TV in our beds.

“I always hope I’m gonna get laid at a wedding,”
he said.

“I know, right? There were some hot girls at the
dinner,” I said.

“Yeah. You know I used to fuck Sheila,” he said.
Sheila was the bride-to-be. That made me laugh. “It was just a casual thing
but man, she was a freak. She used to love getting fucked in the ass,” he
said.

“No kidding,” I said, imagining Sheila’s tight
body bent over and Chuck’s cock sliding in and out of her tight ass.

“I mean, I’m kind of a freak too. Jonah’s a lucky
dude,” he said, chuckling. It looked like he was feeling himself under the
covers. I guess I was, too. I kind of wanted to jack off; I even thought about
going into the bathroom to do it but eventually I just fell asleep.

At the reception we were sat at the same table. When the
maid of honor said something in her speech about Sheila’s wild days being
behind her Chuck nudged me with his leg. His leg kind of stayed there for a
minute.

We got drunk. I danced a little. I was flirting with this
one girl who couldn’t have been a day over nineteen. Chuck was flirting with
her too. But in the end we wound up stumbling back to our hotel room alone.

Chuck took a shower while I laid on the bed half-watching
the TV. He left the door open to the bathroom so we could talk. We were talking
about how we wished the nineteen year old was with us.

“We coulda fucked her together,” Chuck said,
drying himself off. He had a nice cock, thick with a trimmed bush. “Ever
double-teamed?”

“Just once,” I said.

“I’ve done it a couple times. I don’t even care if I
cross swords,” he said.

I laughed. “Yeah that’s kind of inevitable,” I
said. I was getting turned on again and I could see that Chuck was, too.

“Ever do more? I mean, with a guy?” he said.

“I mean I’ve jacked off with friends,” I admitted.

“Me too,” he said. Now he had a total boner.
“Fuck I’m horny,” he said, looking at himself and laughing.

“Dude I’m in the same place,” I said, pulling my
underwear down to show my bone. Chuck came and laid next to me and we just
started stroking. It was pretty hot. I got naked. We reached over to stroke
each other at the same time.

“Fuck yeah,” he said. We took turns, him laying
back with his thick bicep flexing behind his head while I stroked him, then him
working on mine. We came at the same time. I shot really far – my first shot
landed behind my head. Most of our jizz landed on our chests and stomach. I was
kind of surprised when he scooped up some of his jizz and licked it off of his
hand. I tried it and it was kind of hot.

“Wanna see how you taste,” he said and scooped
some off of me and tried it, so I tried his.

“Damn you really are a freak,” I said. He laughed
through his cum-sloppy mouth. We passed out like that, in the same bed. We woke
up groaning, hung over. I looked at him and he looked at me – both of us naked
with streaks of dried cum on our bodies and mouths. We just laughed.

“Fuck we were wasted last night,” he said.

“Yeah but that was fun,” I said. I didn’t want to
act like it hadn’t happened. He grinned at me, nodded his head.

“It was, man,” he said.

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I had to ease him into it; it wasn’t something I sprung on him right away. Cause you could tell he was the type of guy who’d never thought twice about his ass. It was just there, something to shit out of, something functional. Maybe he’d screwed some chicks in the ass but that was a girl’s ass, just another hole, something tight that his dick could fit into.

My mouth was wet and took his dick easily, too. He figured that one out real quick. Sure, it took getting him drunk first, but pretty soon I was sucking him off in the middle of the day, the morning – whenever he had a spare moment and wanted to get his dick wet. “Better than jackin off,” he said as I crawled in between those thick hairy legs, my mouth watering as they got closer to his thick straight cock, his hairy bull’s balls filled with cum. I loved slurping down his loads just as much as he loved giving them to me.

But it was time for me to give something back to him, so finally one night I brought it up. He was especially horny, I could tell – he’d been texting me my whole last hour of work telling me how he couldn’t wait to hold my head in his hands and fuck my face, to spear his prod deep down my throat while he unloaded. I was in between his legs and his cock was just throbbing but I was taking my time. Quick licks up his shaft, teasing the head with my tongue. Long slurps on his balls, sucking them into his mouth. I wanted to make it last, he did too. I got my tongue under his balls – I’d done this before – and his legs raised up a little and I knew it was time.

“Ever had your ass licked?” I said.

“What? No,” he said. The “what?” had sounded a little shocked, but the “no” was a little curious.

“You want to?” I said.

“Seriously?” he said. Definitely curious.

I told him to take a shower. What can I say? I like em clean. When he came out of the shower he had a towel wrapped around his waist; he dropped it and he was completely hard. From the anticipation, I assume. I wondered if he’d paused in the shower, his soapy fingers working against his asshole, and briefly imagined what my tongue would feel like against it. I wondered if that was what made him hard.

I told him how to get on the bed – all fours, please. There it was – that magnificent muscle ass, hairy, beefy, fucking delicious-looking, a butt-buffet spread out for my enjoyment only.

I put my hands on his ass and he instantly laid his chest on the bed, arched his back, spread his ass out even wider. Ready to relax, ease into it. I was ready to do the same. Why rush things?

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“That’s the thing, though – with girls, it’s just a
dream,” he said. He was racking up a new game. I nodded – it was true. “I
mean, I’ve never met a girl who wanted to fuck like that. They don’t like to
fuck as much as guys do.”

“Yeah and if they do they want to get all emotional
about it and you have to, like, say you’re gonna marry them or some shit,” I said.

“Exactly,” he said. “It’s so much work, so
much…expectation. They’re so different from guys.” He handed me my cue.
When I took it, he winked at me. Maybe that’s when I knew.

“I’m pretty fucking buzzed,” he said. The bar
had closed; we’d been there up until the last minute, sucking down beers. I was
drunk, that was for sure. “You coming back to my place?” he said. We
walked there.

He got us a couple beers from his fridge. We sucked them
down. There was a tension in the room that hadn’t been there the last time this
had happened, maybe cause we both knew we wanted it to happen but didn’t know
how to approach it. He went into the bathroom. He was in there for a while. My
cock kept getting hard, softening, getting hard again. I thought about getting
us another beer. I was about to turn on the TV when he came out of the
bathroom. He was just wearing a pair of mesh shorts, basketball shorts. His
half-hard cock tented out the front of them.

“Guess I’m ready for bed,” he said, stretching
his arms over his head, showing off his slim, muscled frame and the hair under
his pits.

“Cool,” I said.

“Coming?” he said, and stuck his hand down his
shorts. I followed him into the bedroom.

We did it all, again. Drunkenly. I don’t think either of
us came. It was hot, but kind of unsatisfying. At some point we passed out and
when I woke up the light was coming in through the window. I was naked and my
legs were tangled with his.

I went to the bathroom. Splashed water on my face. Looked
at myself in the mirror. I didn’t want to go back out there, didn’t want the
awkwardness, the distance that I knew was inevitable. I was somewhere between
still-drunk and about-to-be-hungover.

When I came out he was awake.

“Hey,” he said. He smiled. That was surprising.

“Hey,” I said. Smiled back. I started to put on
my socks. This had been my plan: get dressed, get out, go home, shower, nurse
my hangover and my shame.

“You leaving?” he said.

“Yeah. I mean, I guess so.” He pulled back the
covers. He was still naked. He had a hard on.

“Come back in bed with me,” he said.

“Okay,” I said. I took off my socks, the
underwear I’d put on backwards in my haste to cover myself first thing in the
morning. My cock was already getting hard and when I sank my knees in to the
bed to join him he surprised me by taking it in his hand.

“Fuck yeah,” he said. “I love that you
want to fool around again.”

“I do,” I said.

He was looking right in my eyes. I thought, Fuck, he’s
gonna kiss me. And then he did. And I kissed back.

I’d never kissed a guy before. It was one of the hottest
things I’ve ever experienced, kissing him, making out with him. Both of us
naked and hard and ready to have sex, fuck, cum with each other.

When he broke the kiss he pushed me down toward his
crotch. I didn’t care that his cock had been in my ass earlier, in fact I
relished the dirtiness of it. Sucked him as deep and as good as I could. Licked
his smooth balls, licked his thighs. I looked up at him as I took his thick
cock deep down into my throat. His eyes were wide, appreciative, full of lust.
I thought, We’re both feeling this right now, it’s not just me. My ass
was spread out behind me and I suddenly wanted him inside of me more than I
ever had before.

I got some spit on my fingers and rubbed it into my hole.
We’d used his jackoff lube earlier so my ass was still kind of slicked up. I
got his cock nice and wet then I climbed on top of him. “Fuck yes, take my
cock inside you,” he said. I lined it up with my hole and slid down on it.
Before, when he’d fucked me, it had always been from behind, neither of us
looking at one another. I don’t think we’d even talked to one another the
entire time. Now he leaned up to kiss me as I took him balls deep into him. We
were looking in one another’s eyes. I felt like I could cum just from having
his cock in me. I risked saying what was on my mind.

“I love having your cock in me,” I said.

“Fuck yeah, bro,” he said. “You can have
it in you as much as you want.” We were just staying like that, him deep
inside me, cock pulsing, my ass pulsing around his cock.

“Yeah?” I said.

“Fuck yeah,” he said. I rose upward, sat back
down. I couldn’t believe how good it felt – better than it ever had.
“Goddamn, you’re gonna make me cum just from doing that.”

“I’m so close,” I said. I was stroking my cock,
backing off, stroking again. Raising up and down on him just slightly, just
enough to milk his cock. It was more than just me riding him. It was the fact
that we were looking at each other, feeling it, talking about it.

“You’re gonna make me cum, dude.”

“Me too,” I said.

“Cum with me. Oh, fuck!” I felt his cock pulse
in me. I let my own load loose. I didn’t care that it went all over him. Some
of it shot against his face. He didn’t care either. In fact he smiled when it
hit his chin.

I came off of him, laid down. He rested his shoulder
against mine. “Fuck that was hot,” he said.

“Yeah,” I said. I waited for the shame to rush
in, the awkwardness to take over. But we just kept breathing and he kept his
shoulder pressed to mine.

“You gotta work today?” he said.

“No.”

“Stay here,” he said.

“Okay,” I said.

“We can just fuck all day.” I looked over at
him.

“Yeah,” I said.

“You want to do that?”

“Fuck yeah,” I said.

“Just fuck all fuckin day. See how many times we can
cum, how many times I can cum in you.” I looked down. He was hard again. I
was getting there.

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That night we ended up in Darrin’s room, drinking tequila, listening to music and getting thoroughly shit-faced.

Darrin, of course, turned on the Playstation and was trying to get
Randy to focus on “Tekken,” but all Randy seemed interested in were the
video game girls.

“Fuck, she’s hot,” Randy said.  He leaned up out of his seat and
pinched his dick.  I turned to look at the screen and saw a big-breasted
girl kicking the shit out of a panda.  I laughed.

“You’re obviously hard-up,” I said.

“No shit.  You try getting any in a town like mine.  Fuck, I barely
have anything to beat off to.”  I watched Darrin’s girl kick the panda
in the face.  “What about you guys?” Randy said, taking a swig of
tequila.  “Either of you getting laid?”

“No,” we said, in pathetic unison.

“Me neither,” Randy said, sitting back on his elbows.  “So how long
before we can tuck into some of Darrin’s good porn?”  I had to
laugh.  It was just Randy’s way-—after Darrin and I had avoided the
issue for weeks before finally confronting the issue, he just came out
with it.

Randy poured us some shots and we loaded up a DVD.  I realized I’d
been anticipating this ever since Randy’s arrival-—in fact, I’d been
looking forward to it.  As comfortable as Darrin and I had gotten,
beating off with each other, it seemed to make more sense with Randy
there.

The movie got going, and Randy was the first one to take out his
cock.  The tequila had me feeling no fear, as I unsheathed my boner and
held it out for Darrin and Randy to see.  Darrin hauled his out next,
and then we were all shamelessly checking each other out.

“This is hot,” Randy said, turning back to the porn on the TV.  He
stood up, giving us both a good view of his hard dick as he held it out
in front of him, stroking and pulling on it.   I got up, too.  The
tequila made me feel light-headed and, at the same time, very
grounded.  I stood next to Randy, pointing my cock out and really
getting into it.

After a minute I glanced beside me. Darrin was there, two inches from
me, heaving his big dick and squeezing it through his fist.  We
gathered into a loose circle, then Randy reached over and took Darrin’s
piece in his hand, Darrin took mine, and I took Randy’s.  I was
beginning to get a feel for what Randy liked—-I stroked his dick in
quick, upward passes, paying special attention to the head.  He was
a leaker, and his cock was slick with pre cum.

Darrin just wrapped his big paw around my dick and stroked me with a
firm, strong grip.  I began to thrust my hips in time with his strokes,
while Randy hefted and tickled and cupped and pumped Darrin’s dick with
both of his hands.  He reached up and started tweaking his nipples,
which Darrin really seemed to like.

I silently thanked the tequila, not for lowering my inhibitions so
much as for making me slightly less potent, because I didn’t think I’d
have been able to last as long as I did.  I was getting extremely close
when Randy let go of Darrin’s dick and pulled away. Darrin stopped what
he was doing and we looked to Randy.

“You guys…” he said, looking both of us in the eyes.

“What?” Darrin asked.  Randy was definitely drunk.  He looked down at the floor before addressing us again.

“We’re stroking each other’s dicks, for fuck’s sake,” he said,
holding up his hands.  “I mean, let’s just…” He took his cock back in
his hand, started stroking it.  “I mean, why not just take it one step
farther?”  I looked at Darrin.

“I mean, I’ll try to do it first, if that would make you guys comfortable,” Randy continued.

“Do what?” Darrin said.

“Suck dick,” I said.  “Right?”  Randy nodded, as it sunk into
Darrin’s head.  I started stroking myself the way Randy was.  The
thought of it was turning me on.  “I guess I’d be down for trying
something like that.  I mean, if you guys would.”  Darrin looked
thoughtful.  “Just to check it out, or whatever,” I added.  Randy seemed
pleased.  Darrin shrugged and said, “okay.”

“It’ll just be like sucking your own dick, you know?” Randy said,
perking up now that the awkwardness had passed.  “Like, I’d totally do
that if I could.  And of course I’ve tried.”  Darrin and I
laughed.  “But all you can get is just a little bit in and it’s really
fucking uncomfortable.”  Randy kept going on, but he really didn’t have
to sell me the idea.  I was curious.  I was ready.

“So how do we do it?”  Darrin asked.

“Let’s roll the dice,” I said, spying Darrin’s Monopoly game on his
shelf.  “The one who gets the smallest number goes first,” I
suggested.  Everyone agreed.  I got the dice and we sat in a circle on
the carpet, our hard dicks poking out of our laps.  I rolled first, and
got snake eyes.

“Motherfucker,” I said.  Randy gave Darrin a high-five.  Randy went
next.  He rolled a nine.  Then Darrin rolled a seven. They both looked
at me, stroking their dicks which looked like they’d grown a few inches
at the prospect of getting sucked off.

“So how is this going to go down?”  I asked.

“How about we’ll sit back and let you figure the rest out,” Randy said, grinning from ear to ear.

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