When he first awoke

Patrick felt cold and was in extreme discomfort.  There was as steady beeping that must have been what woke him up.  The air was cold but his body felt hot.  Other than the beep beep beep, he could hear nothing.  He tried to open his eyes but there was only black nothingness.  Suddenly, the beeping turned in to one continuous beep.  The cold air was gone.  He felt no pain or discomfort.  The blackness was broken by a glow that seemed to come from his body.  Then orbs of light circled around him.  He heard frantic voices but couldn't make out their words.  He felt nothing.  

Suddenly, he jerked forward.  The orbs stopped moving.  He looked back at them as he passed by them.  There was a dim string of light coming from him to a dull glowing glob between them.  The glowing glob went dark and the string of dim light got shorter and shorter toward him until it was gone.  He moved quickly away from the orbs.  

"Time of death, 10:47PM.  Thank God he's finally free." The Doctor said.  

"Is there anyone to contact?" Asked a nurse.

"He had no one.  His partner died in the crash.  Now they're together again." The Doctor said.

"How long was he in a coma?" The nurse asked.

"Seven long months.  So many time, we thought he'd make it.  I guess without his partner he didn't want to." The Doctor said.

"Did he know his partner was dead?" The nurse asked.

"He watched him die.  He was on the table right next to him.  That's when he slipped into the coma." The Doctor said.

"How sad." The nurse said softly.

Patrick found himself in a tunnel of clouds.  Slowly, they parted and he was standing at the top of a ridge.  There was a well beaten path along the crest of the ridge.  On the other side was a figure in a white robe saying, "Come this way.  Don't stray from the path."

Patrick did as directed.  Thick fog on both sides of the ridge began to rise up.  Patrick picked up his pace, but the fog closed in around him before he'd reached the other side.  At first, he feared falling off the ridge into whatever was below.  "Just keep walking." the voice from the other side said.  Patrick kept walking.  He walked on confidently as though he knew the subtle curves of the path.  He reached the other side.

The robed figure was gone.  Patrick stood looking for something to tell him where to go from there.  The fog cleared slightly and he saw trees ahead in the mist.

He was unsure of the way, but he walked on as though he did.  The rocky earth beneath his feet felt warm.  The sharp rocks didn't hurt.  His legs felt strong.  Though the air was cool to his lungs, his body felt warm and comfortable.  He reached the edge of the forest.  The path ended.  He had no idea which way to go.

Voices called out, "Come this way." or "Go back."  More voices called "No, go that way."  The voices were all around him.  His mind was confused and started to become terrified.  He laid down on the ground and closed his eyes.  The voice began to fade as he thought "Shut up, all of you."  He laid there in silence for a minute.  Then he got up and began walking.

All the angst and confusion seemed to go away with each step.  The voices, got louder and more demanding for a time, then they faded away to.  Patrick started to enjoy the smells of the forest.  Lush green mosses covered the limbs of the old trees.  Birds sang from every direction.  Squirrels and little animals scampered around.  Sometimes they came right up to him.  He kept walking even though he wanted to stop and pet them.  He felt he had somewhere to go.

He passed through a deep dark forest into a lighter one.  Up ahead, he saw a wooden door with a broken window in it.  He thought it curious that the door was just standing up all by itself.  He looked at it for a minute, the started to walk on.  Suddenly, something caught  his attention from the corner of his eye.  He looked back.  In the window of the door were two young men trying desperately to get his attention.  He walked over to the door.  He looked behind it and saw nothing, only the other side of the door.  Back in front of it he saw the boys in the window.  They were pointing to the latch.  Patrick unlatched he door.  It began to swing open.  Suddenly, Patrick found himself on the other side of the door.  The two young men greeted him with smiles and friendly hugs.  

The forest floor was covered with fragrant flowers.  The air was cool, but the sun was warm.  A light breeze caressed his skin and tickled his body hairs.  The boys touch seemed to energize Patrick.  He felt joy, but he didn't know why.

"Continue on through the valley.  Someone's waiting for you." One of the boys said.  Patrick looked at the valley.  He turned to ask the boys how far it was, but they were gone.  Patrick began walking toward the valley.  

There was no path, no soft grass, so easy trail yet nothing slowed his step.  If there were thorns, they didn't pierce.  Stones didn't bruise. Vines didn't tangle.  There was one pleasant fragrance after another.  Patrick followed the stream the wound it's way along the valley floor.  The water was crystal clear.  For a time he waded in the water.  Looking back, he could see in the far distance he'd come miles, but it seemed like he'd been walking just minutes.  He continued on admiring the beauty of nature.  Every where he looked he saw beauty.  Even in decaying fallen trees, there was life and beauty.  

A misty fog began to roll down the hills.  The sun was getting low.  Patrick found a lush grassy spot and laid down for the night.  He didn't worry about bugs or animals.  He wasn't cold or hot.  The ground was soft there was a small hump that made a perfect pillow.  He slept in peace.

He woke as the sun brightened the sky.  The fog moved up the hills.  He walked over the ridge at the end of the valley.  There he found another valley.  This one was rocky, no large trees and few animals.  As he walked he saw three men approaching a mound covered in flowering weeds.  The men stopped.  Two of them pointed down at the mound.  The third, head bowed as in sadness walked toward the mound.  He went down into the mound.  Patrick got close enough to see the man open a door down in the mound.  He was crying.  So were the two other men.  The one man was crying out loudly as he opened the door.  There was only darkness behind the door.  He looked back with begging eyes.  The other two men sadly pointed to the darkness.  As the door closed behind the crying man.  Patrick heard his wails change to the wailing of a newborn baby.

The two men comforted each other.  They turned and saw Patrick.  Their face changed from mournful sadness to joyful delight.  They each reached out a hand and touched Patrick's arm.  Patrick hadn't noticed any fatigue, but he was newly energized and full of joy.  The tears of a few seconds ago were gone.  He wanted to ask questions, but didn't.  He looked at the valley ahead, then back at the men but they weren't there. 

He passed many people on the way, sometimes men, sometimes women and sometimes both.  He passed couple of either gender.  All were naked, young and beautiful.  He felt no attraction to them other than the fact that he wasn't alone any more.  All waved and smiled.  

The valley ended at an open grassy plain.  The morning sun was at such an angle it turned everything gold.  There was a man, standing in the grass.  He turned and greeted Patrick by name.  

"Hi Patrick, keep walking down that way.  He's waiting for you." the beautiful man said.

"Thank you." Patrick said.  He saw the beautiful man as he would a beautiful flower, not as a naked sexual being.  The man patted him on the shoulder as he passed by.  Patrick felt a surge of energy and joy.  He looked back knowing the man would be gone.

The grassy plain gave way to a rocky shore.  Patrick saw the ocean and wanted to go for a swim.

"He's waiting for you down the shore." Patrick heard someone say.  He turned and saw two beautiful men sitting on the rocks.  "He's been waiting so long.  Hurry to him." the other guy said.

Patrick headed down the beach.  He looked back and saw the men were still there.  There was something different about them then the other men who told him where to go.  They were like the people in the valley.

In the distance, on the beach, he could see a man laying in the sand.  The man was getting up and walking round some rocks.  Patrick started running.  The man disappeared behind the rocks.  Patrick ran as fast as he'd ever run.  He rounded the rocks.  There, looking out to the sea, was his lover.  All of his memories came back.  All except the pain and suffering of the crash and his lover's death.  Only the beautiful memories of love.  "Gary?" he whimpered.

The stunningly handsome man turned round.  He was crying, crying tear of joy.  They rushed to each other.
It was like there was never a separation in time.  "Oh, you're so beautiful." Gary said.


"You to.  You're so young and perfect.  Even that little scar over your eyebrow is gone." Patrick said.


"Your chipped tooth isn't chipped any more." Gary said.


"Are we in heaven?" Patrick asked.


"Paradise,  We weren't quite good enough to reach heaven." Gary said with a smile.


"I thought paradise was heaven." Patrick said.


"Well, It is and it isn't.  You'll understand in time." Gary said.

"I'm so happy to be with you again." Patrick said.


"We never have to be apart again.  Never!" Gary said.

He's so fuckin' sexy.  I can't stand it.

We're so different I can't imagine why he wanted me to move in here with him.  He's straight, I'm gay.  He's has one girl friend, I fuck someone new every day.  He wears suits and ties, I wear ragged jeans and wifebeaters.  He hasn't got a single tattoo.  He wouldn't think of getting pierced. He works out every day.  He's always clean and even makes up his bed every morning.  He's got a college education and I got a GED.

He drives a Mercedes.  I got a Harley.  

Why would he be my friend?  He doesn't even make me pay rent.  I cover part of the utilities and food, but I don't believe he tells me the truth about how much I owe.  I never see the bills. 

We're so different.  He's so beautiful, so kind.  If he was gay, I'd marry him and never touch another guy.  I'd go back to school and get a good job.  I'd get myself all straightened up and quit being such a punk.  I'd love him like he deserves to be loved.  

Man, I'd love to go in there and wake him up with my mouth over his morning wood.  Suck him better than he's ever been sucked.  Eat his load and stay on his cock till it's soft, then eat his ass till he's hard again and start sucking again.  I wanna drain him, exhaust him.  Fuck, that's not really what I want.  I want to hold him, love him.  Make love to him.  Hell, I'd let him fuck me.  He'd could be my first top.

Hey faggot, you going to stand out there staring at me all morning or are you going to come in here and help me out with this boner?

That'll work!

Dudes, I can't find my pants.

Less woke up, sprawled out on the living room rug.  The first thing he noticed was several friends laying naked in odd positions,  Well, that and the pounding in his head.  He tried to remember what had happened last night.  All he could remember was being invited to his buddies house for a party.  Then he realized he to was naked.  He looked around and found his shirt.  The other guys were stirring, but not yet awake.  He could barely move.  He seemed to be sore all over.  He walked around, stepping over the other guys, looking for more of his clothes.

The other guys all seemed to wake up at once.  Maybe that's because he tripped over one and landed with his face in the butt crack of another.  None of them could open their eyes for long.  None could remember the previous night. 

Travis, the host, found his cell phone and started taking pictures of the guys as they struggled to wake up.  He wasn't in very good shape either.  He suddenly ran into the bathroom and threw up in the toilet.  In so doing he woke up Bo his room mate and best friend.  Bo was in the bathtub.  His pants were all wet.  He stirred but couldn't get up.  

Matt woke up and crawled half way to the bathroom.  He finally managed to get to his feet and walked in.  Desperate to piss, he saw Travis with his head in the toilet and Bo in the tub.  He went to the sink to piss.

Nick ran in just as he started to piss.  Nick was holding his dick to keep from pissing.  In desperation, he saw that Bo was already wet and smelled of piss, so he just pissed on Bo's jeans.  Matt finished pissing and turned around to see what Nick was doing.

"Dude, that's ten kinds of wrong." he told Nick.  "Wait, we all did that last night."

"Oh yeah man, I remember.  We pissed all over him." Nick said.

"Huh?" Travis said, pulling his head out of the commode.  "You pissed on him?.......wait...........oh yeah.

"Yeah, he pissed his pant in the back yard and passed out in the tub so we all used him for a urinal." Nick said.

"Where'd the girls go and why are we all naked?" Matt asked.

"I have no idea."  Travis said.  He washed his mouth out with mouth wash.  "Look in the bedroom." He told Nick and Matt.  They went to the bedroom and found Jeff and Stu in a compromising position on the bed.  Stu had his head on Jeff's belly.  Jeff's dick barely touched his lips.  They woke up when the guys came in.

"Well, looks like you two had fun." Travis said.

"What?  Hey, what are you doing?"  Jeff asked Stu.

"Whoa, what the fuck?" Stu said jumping back, laughing.  "Owe," he said, grabbing his head.  "Someone turn out the lights."

"Their off, It's day time." Travis said.  "What are you guys doing in my bed?"

"I don't know.  All I remember is the girls pulling off someone's pants." Jeff said.  

"That was me." Buck said.  Buck was on the floor on the other side of the bed.  "They tried to get me up on the bed, but I rolled off.  They couldn't pick me up again."  Buck is six foot eight and three hundred pounds of muscle.  He sat up and grabbed his  head.  "Oh fuck, what did they give us?"

"You think the girls drugged us?" Travis asked.

 "Yeah, they did." Patrick said staggering into the room in only his shirt.  "They ran off with most or our clothes to.  I found my shirt, but there only a couple pairs of jeans and a few pieces of underwear scattered around.  I think they're the giant's jeans out there.  You can fit two of me in 'em."  Bu ck raised up.  "Oh hey Buck." Patrick said.  Patrick, at only 5'4" was the smallest guy there.


"Hey midget" Buck said.  

All the guys staggered into the living room where Kenney stood by the window.  He looked fairly alert.

"What are you guys up to?  When I went to sleep, I had clothes on." Kenny said.

"Yeah, so did the rest of us.  It looks like the girls made fools out of us." Matt said.

"Hey, anybody need a Bloody Mary?" Rick called out from the kitchen.

Travis looked around the corner and saw his pale roomy in the kitchen.  "Make all you can.  I think there a new fifth of vodka in the cabinet and a big can of V8 in the fridge."

"Got any more Tobasco?" Rick asked.

"Yeah, in the pantry.  No celery though.  The V8's got it in it already.

The guys picked up the living room and as best they could in the shape they were in.  Buck had his pants and Ken found his underwear.  The rest of the guys didn't bother looking for anything.  They didn't care.  They just wanted to lay down and make their heads stop hurting.  Rick came out with Bloody Marys for all of them.  Then he went back to make another batch.  

Patrick ran into the bathroom and tossed his cookies.  Bo was trying to get his pissy jeans off.  He stood up in the tub and struggled to get the wet pant off.  With his muscular ass and thick calves, they weren't easy to get off dry.  Wet, they were nearly impossible to get off.  "Hey buddy, can you help me out?" he asked Patrick.  

"Yeah, sure." Patrick said.  He went over to the tub.  The smell of piss made his stomach wrench again.  He dashed back to the toilet again and barfed.  Bo got his jean down to his knees and sat down in the tub again.  He struggled a while then gave up.  Patrick came back over to help.  This time he was able to grab the bottoms of the legs of Bo's jeans and pull them off.  He dropped the jeans in the tub and turned the water on.

Bo hooted as the cold water started to reach him, but it was getting warm.  When it was just right, Patrick turned the shower on.  He laughed at Bo sputtering as the spray hit his face.  The jeans plugged the drain and the tube began to fill.  Patrick rinsed Bo's jeans then pulled them out.  He wrung them out and wrapped them in a towel so he could take them to the laundry room.  Bo finally came around. and showered off.  He was drying off when Stu crashed through the door.

"Must be your turn to puke." Bo said.

Stu nodded his head quickly and dashed for the toilet.  Bo hung his towel and wandered out into the living room to join the other's.

"Anyone remember anything from last night?  How we ended up naked and stuff?"  Less asked.

"I remember we all were in the back yard when what ever the girls gave us started working.  They kept saying we were gay and needed to admit it.  They made us play gay chicken.  Midget and I went first.  We started touching each other all over.  Then we put our hands down each other's pants.  Then we took each other's shirt off, licked nipples, pits and finally kissed.  I picked Patrick up and he wrapped his legs around my waist.  We must have kissed for five minutes.  You guys were laughing but Tina got all pissed off.  She started calling us faggots.  We didn't stop kissing though.  Bo pulled my pants and underwear down.  We still kissed."  Buck started laughing, so did the other guys.  Some were starting to remember.  

"Tina knocked us down." Patrick said.  By then we couldn't get up.  I just laid on top of Buck.  Then Jeff and Stu pulled my pants all the way off and Buck's the rest of the way off.  Buck and I just stayed there and acted like we were making out, just to piss Tina off some more." Patrick said.

"That's when Bo passed out and pissed himself." Kenny said.  

"I wasn't out.  I just couldn't open my eyes or talk or anything.  I know you fuckers dumped me in the tub and pissed on me.  I felt it everytime." Bo said.

"How'd it feel?" Less asked laughing.

"If you hadn't pissed on my face, it would have felt all right, kinda cool." Bo said frankly.

"God you're a kinky bastard." Matt said.

"You're calling him kinky?  Smell you finger." Bo said.  Matt smelled his fingers then made a funny face when the smelled the right one.  "Nick was giving you a naked lap dance and you stuck your finger up his butt hole."

"Aw gross!" Matt said running to the bathroom to wash his hands.

"A little lube and it would have felt pretty good." Nick joked. Everyone laughed then grabbed their heads.

"How'd you to end up in bed together?" Less asked Jeff and Stu.

"I have no idea.  Wait, last thing I remember, some one was pulling my pants off.  Then I felt my head being moved around.  I think they put Jeff's dick in my mouth." Stu said.

"They did.  I remember now, they jacked me up to a hard on and stuck it in your mouth.  Sorry dude." Jeff said.

"Fuck it, It didn't leave an after taste like Peg's pussy does." Stu said.  "I just wish if I was going to suck dick, I knew it.  What's the fun in having sex and not knowing it."

"In that case come over here and suck it." Jeff said.

"My head hurts too much to move back and forth." Stu said.

"Hey Midget, you know what happened to us?" Buck asked.  

"Uh uh, I just remember laying on your chest.  Your boobs make good pillows." Patrick said.

"The girls said you were too small for him and piled you on top of me." Kenny said.

"Oh yeah, they put us in a 69 and kept trying to get our cocks to stay in each other's mouth." Patrick said.  "Hmm, you're right, cocks don't leave an after taste."

"Not unless you cum." Less said.  "I eat my load all the time.  It tastes better than Tina's pussy." 

"I suck my cock, but I don't eat my load." Bo said.

"I wish I could suck my cock." Buck said.

"Hell, it's long enough, why can't you?" Patrick said. 

"Muscle bound." Buck joked, striking a pose.  "You can suck it for me." he suggested.

"I would, Giant, but it would freak out the boys." Patrick said.

"No it wouldn't.  Fuck, after last night I think we've all sucked cock whether we knew it or not.  Besides, we've been monkeying around so much we might as well have sex together." Less said.

"Sounds like you want to." Rick said.

"Aren't we all horny?" Less said.

"Fuck yeah, I'll suck someone.  Come here Rick." Bo said.

"You'd suck me? Right now, in front of all these guys?" Rick said.

"Anyone object?" Bo asked.

"I'd love to see my roomies get it on." Less said.  "You guys care?"

"No, in fact I'm going to try to suck the Giant's giant." Patrick said.

"Really Midget?  I'll suck your's if you  do." Buck said.  

Patrick took Buck's big cock in hand and opened his mouth.  Buck was hard in no time.  Patrick's little mouth barely opened wide enough to get the head of Buck's cock in it.  Patrick laughed.  "Man, imagine if you stuck that up my ass.  You'd split me in two."

"We'll try that in private." Buck said. 

"Hey, why put it off?  I've got lube and condoms." Less offered.

"Geez, are we all turning gay?" Kenny asked.

"It's just sex.  Fuck, come here and let me suck you.  You're sporting a boner anyway." Less said.

So the guys paired up.  They laughed and played at first, slowly it became more sexual.  What clothes there were were tossed aside.  Right in the middle of the hot and heaviest part, the door bell rang.  Less said he'd get it and jumped up.  He opened the door to the mailman.  He had a package Less had to sign for.

The mailman looked totally confused.  Less noticed him leaning to the side, trying to see if the guy behind the door was naked.  Less let the door slip and exposed himself completely.  He acted like he was sorry for flashing the mailman who was now gawking at him with wide open eyes.  "If you're looking for your clothes, they're out here." the mailman said.  He stepped aside and there, on the front lawn was all the guys clothing.  They were layed out spelling the word "faggots".  Less burst out laughing and called the guys.

All but Buck and Patrick came to the door.  The mailman had a giant tent in his pants.  He looked at the guys with their red lips and wet, hard cocks.  He let out a little "Oh" but stifled any other reaction.  The guys laughed and ran outside and grabbed the clothing.  Then they dashed back in.  The old lady neighbor next door was walking here little dog.  She ooo'd and aww'd and clutched her breast as the guys dashed out and back in.  One guy dropped a pair of white brief.  Less ran out and retrieved them stopping to wave to her and say, "Hi Mrs. Chester."  She giggled and waved back. 

The mailman covered his crotch with his clip board as he passed Mrs. Chester on his way back to his truck.

"Crazy frat boys" he said.

"Lovely frat boys" Mrs.Chester giggled.  The mailman laughed nervously.

The gangs camaraderie never waned  instead the became closer and closer.  Buck and Patrick were the only two that became a committed couple.  The other's went back to girls so long as they never got between them.  They had sex when ever they felt like it.  They made sure Buck and "the Midget" were included in everything, and knew they could openly show their love for each other, even their lust.  It confused a lot of people, encouraged others, and totally disgusted Tina and Peg.  Who cared about those bitches anyway?

Hey buddy, mind if I join you?

“Hey Chuck, mind if I join you?  I’m horny as hell.” Mitch said, walking into the room while pulling off his shirt.

“Oh FUCK,,,,,,,HELL,,,,,,,,,,,What are you doing?” Chuck shouted, scrambling to find a way to cover up.

“Relax.  Paul doesn’t care if we’re jacking off on his bed.  Hell, he and I jerk off watching porn all the time.  He’d join us if he was here.” Mitch said.

“I…..This……It’s kinda weird jacking off with other dudes.” Chuck said.

“Why?  It’s not like were having sex.” Mitch argued.  Tossing his clothes on a chair and laying down on the bed beside Chuck.  “Oh yeah, this is a good one.  Paul and I watched it last week.  Hey, mind if I use some of your lube?” 

“Ah….yeah, go ahead.” Chuck said staring at the TV.  His cock had gone soft.

“I see you’ve got a Fleshlight.  Look’s new.  Have you used it before?” Mitch asked.

“No, I just got it.” Chuck said.

“I thought about getting one.  I jack off a lot and want to try different things but they’re expensive.” Mitch said.

 

“Yeah” Chuck said.  He finally got his dick hard again after the shock of being caught.  He picked up the Fleshlight, accidentally brushing Mitch’s leg.  He jerked his hand away almost dropping the Fleshlight.

“You’re a little paranoid aren’t you?” Mitch said.  Chuck didn’t respond, he just went on and used the Fleshlight.  The porno went on for some time.  Neither guy talked.  Mitch was sitting more upright than Chuck, so he could see the side of Chuck’s face.  He noticed Chuck kept glancing at his cock out of the corner of his eye.  It brought a smile to his face. 

He knew the video they were watching had a long scene where the guy was being jacked off by the woman and the camera was close in on the guy’s cock and balls, and knew that right after that scene, the woman’s husband walked in on them.  He acted angry but instead of chasing the guy out, he made him give him a blowjob while he ate out his wife.  The producer must have had a little bi in him.  He showed the guys more than the woman for a long time in the scene.  It was also the first time Mitch had seen a guy cum in another guy’s mouth, not just on his tongue or face.  And the guy swallowed.  That’s where he and Paul had both blown their loads.

Thinking about the up coming scene really got Mitch stirred up.  That plus Chuck looking at his cock made him a bit bolder.  He stopped his stroke and started using both hands.  He used all sorts of different strokes and twists, knowing Chuck was watching every move.  Chuck had to stop his own jacking to keep from cumming. 

The husband scene started.  Chuck’s jaw dropped open when the husband rammed his cock down the guy’s throat.  His hand froze.  He watched intently, occasionally glancing quickly at Mitch’s cock.  Mitch would move his hand away to show off his long, thick dick.  He noticed Chuck lick his lips.  He smiled with satisfaction.  Chuck subconsciously had his mouth open, and his head was moving just slightly back and forth to the rhythm of the cocksucker in the video.   The husband let out a growl and started pumping his load down the guy’s throat.  Chuck shuttered and filled the Fleshlight with his load.  He had both hands on the Fleshlight, pumping it fiercly.

Mitch had to stop jacking.  He wasn’t ready to cum yet.  He watched as Chuck lurched a couple final times, then dropped his head back.  His cock went soft.  He pulled it out of the Fleshlight.

“Mind if I try that thing?” Mitch asked.

“It’s full of my load.” Chuck said.

“That will just lube it up.” Mitch said.  Chuck handed it to Mitch.  As Mitch turned it up to slide it on his dick, some of Chuck’s cum poured out on his dick and pubs.

“Told ya.” Chuck said.

“Oh, that’s not the first time I’ve had a guy’s cum on me.  Paul shoots all over the place, like a geyser.   I’ve gotten it in my mouth a couple times.” Mitch said.  He was challenging Chuck in every way possible.

“Gross,  You got his cum in your mouth?” Chuck asked

“Yeah, it wasn’t so bad.  It tastes just like mine.” Mitch said.  He moaned slightly as the cum laden tool stroked his cock.  “Wow, it’s like having someone else’s hand on my cock.” 

Chuck was turned his way slightly, watching.  Mitch started holding the Fleshlight over his cock and raising his body up to fuck it.  He hard abs and flexed as he fucked the toy.  Chuck was watching his every move.  Mitch closed his eyes most of the way and watched Chuck stare.  He saw Chuck’s cock get hard again.  Chuck was looking at his body, not just his cock.  The Fleshlight was making slurping sounds because of Chuck’s big load in it.

Chuck’s head was moving back and forth again, this time toward Mitch.  Mitch’s extremely physical movements made the bed bounce.  He started moving ever so slightly toward Chuck and Chuck was being bounced ever so slightly toward Mitch.  Suddenly Chuck realized his shoulder was touching Mitch’s and his leg was being rubbed by Mitch’s.  “Oh, Sorry.”  He said in a panic.

“Don’t move.” Mitch said.  Chuck was confounded by the suggestion but he stayed there touching another man while he pleasured himself.  Mitch deliberately moved closer to Chuck.  Chuck found himself so close to Mitch his cock was being rubbed by Mitch’s hip as he moved up and down.  Chuck grabbed his cock.  Now his hand was rubbing Mitch’s hip.  Mitch reached over and grabbed Chuck’s hip and pulled him even closer as he started adding his load to what was left of Chuck’s inside the Fleshlight. 

Chuck was in such a stated of shock and arousal that he didn’t even try to pull back.  Instead, he found himself shuttering and cumming once again, mashed against Mitch.

Both guys dropped back in puddles of sweat.  “Shit, it looks like I just missed the party.” Paul said walking in the door.  He was already pulling his shirt off.

“OH FUCK!” Chuck shouted, jumping away from Mitch. 

“You say that a lot.” Mitch laughed. 

Paul was kicking off his shoes and dropping his pants and underwear.  He knelt on the bed with one leg between Mitch’s and one between Chuck’s.  He walked on his knees up to the guy’s crotch’s and sat back on their legs.  He smiled as he ran his fingers through Mitch’s cum soaked pubs.  He grabbed the Fleshlight and dumped the cum inside it on Mitch’s stomach.  Mitch laughed.  Chuck looked like he was about to loose it.  Not only had he been caught by two guys, but he’d been caught in a compromising position.  Now he was in another.

Paul put the Fleshlight on his cock and started pumping his cock holding it with one hand while he braced himself by putting the other hand on Chuck lower belly just above his cock.  Mitch grabbed his slimy cock and started working it again.  Chuck just leaned back on his elbow watching his new house mates.   Paul started running his hand up and down Chuck’s abs and down over his cock.  Chuck started getting hard again.  Paul grabbed it and started stroking it.  Chuck didn’t know what to do.  He sure didn’t want it to stop though.  Mitch sat up and bit Paul’s nipple.  Paul pulled the Fleshlight off and raised his arm.  Mitch licked and chewed his pit.

Chuck looked like a fourteen year old that just saw his parents fucking.  Mitch licked Paul’s body all the way down to his dick which he swallowed all the way down.  Chuck let out a little “Hoh”.  His cock was raging once again.  Mitch leaned way over and took Chuck’s cock from Paul’s hand.

“OOOOOh! Wha…………I……………………OOOh……..gonna CUMMMMMMMMAAAAAAH!” Chuck threw his head back and shot off for the third time.  It wasn’t much of a load, but Mitch drank it down.  Then he went back to Paul’s cock.  Paul had been primed on the way home from work.  He’d driven home naked and jacking for truckers.  He warned Mitch.  Mitch wanted Chuck to see Paul cum so he pulled off and jacked him to completion.  Paul shot out a massive load that flew up in the air a couple feet over his head and splattered down all over Chuck and Mitch and the bed. 

Paul dropped back on the guy’s legs.  Mitch worked out another load which he aimed at Chuck.  Most of it landed on the bed between them.  Suddenly, Paul jumped up and said. “Anyone want to fuck me?”

“HUH?” Chuck asked.

“I would, but I’ve already cum twice and Chuck’s cum three times.” Mitch said.

“Well, I’m going to get in the shower and clean out incase either of you feel like it.  Otherwise, I’ve got a new dildo.  Oh hey, Cindy and Donna are coming over this Saturday night.  They said they wanted to meet our new roomy. “ Paul said.

“Really?  I bet they got plans for him.” Mitch said elbowing Chuck.

“Oh yeah they do.  You better stay out of his pants so he’s got the energy for them.” Paul said from the bathroom.

“We better load up on Red Bull.” Mitch laughed.  Chuck just listened in total confusion.  “Come on, we can use my shower.  We’re both a mess.” Mitch said grabbing Chuck’s wrist and pulling him up.  “We gotta put Paul’s sheets in the washer to.  Look at that mess.”  He dragged Chuck into his room and his bathroom. 

“You can go first, you’ve got a lot more cum on you.” Chuck said.

“Get in here with me.” Mitch protested.

“That’s okay.” Chuck argued.

“Come on.  I promise to behave myself if you drop the soap.” Mitch joked pulling Chuck in.  Once in the shower, Chuck seemed to relax.  Mitch playfully squirted shampoo on his head and started scrubbing his short hair.  Chuck closed his eyes and enjoyed the feeling of another man’s hands massaging his scalp.  Mitch didn’t stop there.  He left the shampoo running down Chuck’s face while he squirted body wash on his chest and started massaging his body.  He worked over Chuck’s entire body, all the way down his legs to his feet and back up to his crotch.  Chuck hardly reacted when Mitch massaged the soap into his crotch.  He jerked a little when Mitch ran his fingers into his ass crack.  He started to smile for the first time as Mitch toyed playfully with his puckered hole.  Then Mitch rinsed him off. 

Mitch was a little surprised when Chuck did the exact same to him.  They dried off and got out.  They dried each other’s backs.  Paul came in.  “What’s for dinner?” he asked.  He was still naked. 

“I’m too worn out to cook.  Call for Chinese.” Mitch suggested.

“Good idea.  Hey, you wanna flash him again?” Paul asked.

“I think Chuck should do it.  It will be his initiation into the house.” Mitch suggested.

“Huh, naked?” Chuck asked.

“Yeah, totally.  The guys a flaming queen and he loves it.  We always answer the door naked for him.  Some times if he doesn’t have another  delivery, he blows us.” Paul said.

“Fuck it.  It will be just another first of many for today.  I’m betting there’s going to be lot’s of firsts living with you two.” Chuck said.

“That’s what the last guy said.” Mitch and Paul said in unison.

Oh how I'd love my face in that crack.

Larry and I'd been friends for years.  I thought I'd lost him when I told him I was gay, but he had just been informed his parents were divorcing and was going through a rough time.  That's why he seemed so distant.  When I asked him if he hated me, he grabbed me and hugged me tight.  "No man, you're my best buddy, gay or whatever, that won't change.

I was totally relieved.  A few days later, he asked me if I wanted to go to the beach.  "I found a spot we can be away from everyone."  He said.

"You hate the beach.  You don't swim." I said.

"I don't hate the beach, I hate the water." He said.  So we went.  It was a spot I'd found and forgotten about.  You had to park on the side of the highway and walk through so woods to get to it.  The path was little known and rarely used.  No sooner had we gotten into the woods when he stripped off his swimsuit and walked naked the rest of the way.  

As if I wasn't already sweating my ass off,  his bare buns flexing as he walked in front of me had my heart beating at twice the normal speed.  We got to the beach and found a nice spot to lay our blanket.  I ran into the water.  He waded a few feet in.  Then he laid in the sand with a book while I swam around in the surf.  I couldn't take my eyes off his flawless buns and spread legs.  It looked like such an invitation.

I came up from the water and dribbled some in the crack of his ass.  "Fruit" he said flexing his buns.  The water was fairly cool.  "Actually, do that some more, I'm hot." He said.  I went back into the water, then ran up and laid down on him, soaking him all over.  "Hooey, that's cold." was all he said.  I rolled off and laid beside him.

"You sure got a cute ass." I told him.

"You just now noticing?" he teased.

"I'm just now telling you.  I've noticed.  I've noticed you hairless balls and thick cock to." I said.

"I've got a friend you need to meet then.  You'd enjoy looking him over.  I'll have to have him over some time to introduce you." Larry said.

"Is he gay?" I asked.

"He doesn't admit it, but I'm betting he is.  He's lots of fun till there are girls around.  Then he's a wall flower like you." Larry said.

"Wall flower?" I protested.

"Yeah, when we're just us guys, you're lot's of fun, but when the girls are around, you just clam up." Larry said.

"I like to watch you guys make fools out of yourselves trying to get in their pants." I said laying back and closing my eyes.

"Fuck you." Larry said. "Get me wet again."

"Yes Sir, what ever you say sir."  I repeated getting wet and laying on him, then rolling off.  This time though, I'd gotten a little fluffed.  My cock went right between his cheeks and poked his balls.

"Getting a little frisky?" Larry asked.

"Getting a lot frisky.  I'ts been a while." I said.

"Well, it's nice to know I turn you on."  Larry joked.

"Who said you turn me on?" I protested.

"You said I have a nice ass." Larry said.

"True." I said.  Just to see what he'd do, I ran my hand over his peach fuzzy buns.  He didn't react at all, just kept reading.  I smacked his bun and laid back.

"Butt tease." He said.  "I thought you were going to play with it a while."

"Oh I'd do lots more than play with it." I said.

"Okay" Larry said.

"Huh?" I said sitting up in surprise.  He just smiled, reading on.  I decided to try his bluff.  I rolled over between his legs and planted my face in his crack.  He didn't move.  I spread his cheeks and licked the hairy crevasse.  He took a deep breath.  I went on.  He set the book aside and laid his head on his hands.  Sand from my hair got on his butt and in his crack.  He stopped me and we went in the water.  He stayed in waste deep water and washed off.  I watched as he scrubbed his butt.  Then we went to the blanket.  He laid down first and spread his legs.

I dove in.  I must have eaten his ass for a half hour.  Finally, he rolled over and started jacking off.  I lifted his legs and continued eating his ass, licking his thighs and sucking his balls.  He shot his load all over his face.  I let his legs down and jacked off.  When I was about to cum, I covered the head of my cock to keep from shooting all over him.  He moved my hand and I mixed some of my load with his, on his face and all the way down his stomach.  "Damn, you're a power cummer." He said, wiping cum from his eyes.  "Come with me, I've got to wash off." Larry said.  He wouldn't go in the water without me right by his side.

"Why are you so afraid of the water?" I asked.

"I almost drown when I was a toddler.  The guy I want to introduce you to is as scared of the water as I am. His name is Samson.  He looks like a Samson.  You'll like him."  Larry said.

"Wow, I just realized we just had sex together." I said.

"Sort of.  Don't worry, I'll still love you in the morning." Larry mocked me.  

We went home and everything was just as before.  It was like the sex never happened.  A few days later, Larry asked me if I wanted to go to the beach with him and Samson.  I was dying to meet the guy so I agreed.  He was just as Larry described, longish hair, big and muscular.  We went to our spot on the beach. Samson was great.  He had a wonderful since of humor and a quick whit.  He also had a heavenly smooth bubble butt.  I talked them into getting in the water, but they didn't stay in long, soon they were laying on the beach.  The waves started picking up.  The water was real choppy.  I was walking up to join them when a rogue wave hit me, causing me to stumble.  I started to fall.  

Now I've heard of luck, but this was the luckiest thing ever.  I fell right between Samson's legs.  He turned just as I stumbled as saw me coming.  I have to confess, I could have kept my face from landing as hard in the man's crack as it did, but why would I.  He burst out laughing.

"He's kinda got a thing for butt." Larry told him.

"Really?  I wouldn't mind my butt getting a little action." Samson said.

"Really?" I said, raising up from his bum.  I licked  his crack while I watched his and Larry's faces.

"Let's get the sand off." Larry suggested.  We all got in the water.  Larry and Samson rushed in and out.  I followed them to the blanket.  Larry laid down on his side.  Samson laid down facing him.  Larry pulled Samson over on his stomach.  I got between his legs, spreading them wide.  I gave Samson the same treatment as I'd given Larry.  Soon though, Samson raised his ass and said.  "Fuck it, dude."  I looked at Larry.  He smiled and raised his eyebrows.  He reached over to his back pack and pulled out a bottle of babyoil.  Instead of handing it to me, he squirted it in Samson's crack.  Samson chuckled.  I lubed my cock and eased it in.

"Whoa, that looks hot." Larry said.

"I'm surprised you're watching." I said.

"Fuck why not?  It's cool watching two dudes doing it.  It's not gross like I thought it would be." Larry said.

Samson and I tried every position we could think of.  Larry watched intently.  Finally I had Samson on his back with his legs up.  I grabbed Larry and pulled him over.  He caught on real quick.  He positioned himself over Samson's face.  Samson was a hungrier ass muncher than I was.  He groaned and made all sorts of slurping noises while he ate Larry ass.  Larry started getting close.  Just as he grabbed his cock to pump out his load, I pulled him up and took his cock away from him.  I rammed his cock down my throat, sucking down his load.  Samson jacked off as Larry eased back down on his face.  Larry caught Samson's load on his abs while I filled Samson's ass and jacked out his load on Larry's hairy bush.  

Larry and I were leaning on each other and heard grunting.  We spun around and saw two older men pounding their puds and shooting all over the sand.  Samson looked at them from under Larry's ass.  We all laughed.

"Thanks boys, I ain't cum like that in years." One old guy said.

"That's fer damn sure." The other grumbled.  They turned with a wave and walked away.

Yeah, Larry eventually tried taking my dick up his ass and even sucked Samson while I was doing it.  He decided he was better off just settling for a rim and a blow job.  That was okay with Samson and me. 

I just love my new neighbor.

Ron moved into the house next door about two months ago.  Ron's about forty-ish, fit as hell, and just hairy enough.  He's always got a smile when you see him, and seems very friendly.  I hadn't gotten to meet him yet.  We always just seemed to be headed in opposite directions.

One night, I was in my bedroom on my second floor.  My window overlooks his den.  It had been a beautiful cool spring day, so my windows were open.  Then the wind changed and warm moist air blew in.  I went around closing all my windows.  I was closing my bedroom window when I saw a flash of flesh.  Being the hormone laden homo I am, I stopped to watch for more.  I got my wish.  Ron walked past the window completely naked.  He plopped on his sofa and pulled his lap top over into his lap.

Totally mesmerized, I watched with my mouth open like a little kid watching grandma make cookies.  He laid the computer to the side and grabbed his raging hard cock.  He turned and laid back.  I ran and turned off the light in my room so he wouldn't see me.  Somehow I got naked in the time it took for the switch to shut off the light and grabbed a bottle of lube on the way back to the window.  He slowly worked at his cock, edging himself over and over.  I tried to match his stamina, but had to walk away to keep from cumming too soon.  When I went back he was speeding up his stroke.  I knew he was ready to unload.  Suddenly we both arched our backs and shot our loads, his, allover his stomach, mine, all over my window.  

I was in the process of cleaning my window when he opened his eyes and looked right at me.  I realized the bright moonlight was making me glow soft blue.  He smiled.  I ran.

I found myself staring out my bedroom window night after night.  He'd come in from work, strip off, usually to his underwear, lay on the sofa watching TV or using his laptop.  Only one other time did I see him naked.

He never closed the drapes, or tried to hide anything he was doing.  

One night, he came in and got right on his computer.  A few minutes later, he set it down.  He only took off his tie.  I watched, curiously at his change of routine.  He jumped up an went out of sight.  A couple minutes later, he came back and sat on the sofa.  Another guy came partly into view.  Ron laid back while the other guy took off his shirt.  Ron didn't move.  The guy kicked off his shoes, took off his socks, undid his belt.  He stood with his hand in his pants, stroking his cock.  Finally, he took off his pants.  He stood for a time in an ugly pair of boxers.  His cock rose up as they talked.  Then he took the boxers off.  He had a slim body, pale skin, and a nice full bush.  He stepped more into view as he pushed his boxer down.  I liked his bushy hair and youthful face.  

Ron still hadn't moved or taken anything off.  The young man stood stroking his cock in front of Ron.  He turn around showing his ass to Ron, then he turned a half turn as if to show it to me.  His ass was lovely.   It was well shaped and bare except for dark fuzz in his crack.  When he turned back, he seemed to be even harder.  He had to stop touching himself to keep from cumming.  Finally, Ron sat up and the man jacked off all over Ron's face and shirt. 

I was cleaning off my window when the doorbell rang.  I jumped into a pair of shorts and ran to the door wondering who it could be.  I was shocked to see the young man from Ron's standing in his pants, no shirt and barefoot.  "Ron wants you to come over.  He said for you to be naked when you get there."

I stood in shock for a minute.  All sorts of thoughts went through my head.  The only thing I didn't think of was how to get to his house naked.  Finally, I told the guy to tell Ron to give me ten minutes.  He smiled and said "Okay".  He scampered over to Ron's.  

I ran to the bathroom and took a quick shower, taking a couple minutes to "clean house" if you know what I mean.  I was still drying off as I ran down stairs and out my front door.  I dropped the towel on the porch and dashed over to Ron's.  The nearest street light was a few doors down.  My porch light was off and so was Ron's.  I knocked on his door.  The porch light came on, but the door didn't open.  I stood naked for all the world to see for what seemed like forever.  Finally the door opened.  The young man was standing there fully dressed.  He ushered me in.

He led me to the den.  Ron was sitting on the sofa with his feet on the coffee table.  The young man, Wess introduced himself and sat on the desk behind me.  I felt so many different things.  I was embarrassed, excited, scared, horny all at the same time.  "Your hair's wet." Ron observed.  

"That's why I asked for a few minutes.  I wanted to clean up." I said.

"Yeah, you smell soapy." Wess said in a boyish way.

"Fresh and clean." Ron said.  He was looking me over from head to toe.  "Let me see your flip side." Ron said.  I turned around.  "Nice ass.  Is that fresh and clean to?" Ron asked.  He sat at the edge of the sofa and  took hold of my ass cheeks, spreading them.

"Sure" I answered.

"You're a bottom?" Ron asked.

"Versatile with a top preference." I said.

"We can work with that." Ron said.  I was some what shocked when he licked the entire length of my crack.   "Fresh and clean." Ron said.  My cock jumped to full on hard instantly.  Ron made a "come on" motion to Wess.  Wess got down in front of me and took the full length of my cock down his throat.  My knees shook.

Ron was forcing his tongue in my hole as far as it would go.  Wess was sucking my balls and cock.  The door bell rang.  Ron got up and left the room.  He came back with four other fully dressed men about his age.  I almost bolted.  Ron introduce them to me and Wess.  My face must have been so red.  I could feel the heat of my blushing cheeks.  The men played with my tits and ass while Wess continued suck me.  The door bell ran again and Ron left the room.  He came back with two more men.

Soon we had to to to the greatroom in the back of the house.  Several times the doorbell rang and more men came in.  They were bringing drinks and snacks.  Wess was still keeping me up by licking and sucking my balls and dick.  One of the men became the bartender.  I asked Ron for a drink, a strong one.

He came back with a margarita and a shot of tequila.  I downed the shot and drank half the margarita.  Ron laughed at that.  The men were all over me.  They poked at my ass, pinched my tits, which I hate, sniffed and licked my pits, which I love, and took my cock away from Wess occasionally.  Suddenly I was lifted up and some guy buried his face in my crack.  I no longer had any control of my body.  I was handed off from one to another.  Ron came over with another shot.  I barely got it down before I was flipped over and a guy started sucking my cock.  Wess looked disappointed.  I was to.  Wess was a much better cock sucker.

When ever the guys got rough, Ron would stop them.  I was laid on the pool table.  It was an old, bar pool table.  Guys poured shots in my cum gutter and sucked them up.  My cock was covered with Ranch dip and licked clean.  Finally, Ron whispered something to Wess.  Wess quickly took off his clothes and got up on the table.  In an instant, he sat down on my cock. 

His cock slapped my abs as he rode mine.  His ass was as talented as his mouth.  As he rose, he'd squeezed my cock with his anal muscle.  I watched his face as he rode my cock.  It was boyish yet masculine.  His thick black hair and bright blue eye were spellbinding.  He looked at me and smiled.  "Am I doing it right?" he asked.

"Oh my God, yes." I panted.  "I'm getting close."  He smiled a cute crooked smile and I saw perfect white teeth.  He grabbed his dick and began jacking.  I tried to hold off as long as I could, but his ass was greedily forcing me to give up.  I did.  I heard him let out a loud "Ah-ha" and felt his thick load splatter down on my face.  I opened my eyes just in time to see a thick glob coming for my mouth.  I opened my mouth and caught it.  

Wess has the sweetest cum I'd ever tasted.  Ever since he moved in, we've been going over to Ron's about once a month to have sex for him and his friends.  It's still exciting.  Every time, there are some new and some old friends there.  Tonight, Wess is going to fuck me.  I want him to do it doggy style because when he does, you can see his muscles flex and he sweats a lot.  I love his sweat.  After he fucks me, I'm going to lick him dry, every inch of him.  He's not wearing any deodorant so he's going to taste and smell really hot.  I might even suck another load out of him before we come home.  He likes to go around the room and see how many guys came in their pants.  Ron always does.  Some times he rubs other guys cocks in their pants till they cum.  

I don't need tequila anymore.  All I need is Wess.