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ME 'N' JAKE

I never dreamed that the hottest sexual experience I would ever have would be with another guy, but there it is. It happened between me and my friend, Jake, both in our mid-20's.

We got together early one Sunday at Jake's house, planning to repaint every room in his house. Our girlfriends had gone off to the mall to shop redecorating ideas for Jake's house. His girlfriend, Sonja, was soon to be moving in.

Jake provided an ice-chest full of cold beer for our repainting project. After a couple of hours of drinking beer and painting, Jake and I took a break and settled on the couch to watch a little NFL action on television. Jake fell asleep soon thereafter, and I followed.

After awhile, I awoke, perspiring, and terribly horny, with a big erection.

My girlfriend and I hadn't had sex in several days because she was uncomfortable about sex during her period. I opened my eyes and observed that Jake, too, had a big erection hanging out of his nylon shorts. I had no idea he was so hung! His was the picture of the perfect penis-- thick and smooth, with an engorged head.

I moved the head of my (comparatively, modestly-sized) penis out of the bottom of my cutoff jeans and began softly rubbing the underside of my warm glans with my fingertips. Seeing that Jake was dead asleep (he had been up late the previous night), and feeling so aroused, I got up, stood behind the couch (it was in the middle of the room) and began furiously, but quietly, beating my now rock-hard meat while looking at his great cock. My plan was to cum hastily in my hand, wash up, and return, undetected, to the couch, to watch the game. If he awoke while I was whacking, I could just covertly stuff my dick back in my shorts, pretend I was on my way to the bathroom, and surreptitiously finish masturbating there.

Although an avowed heterosexual, I found Jake's tumescent cock irresistible. Maybe it was all the beers I had drunk, but I felt overwhelmingly, helplessly, compelled to touch it.

I reached over and tentatively ran the index finger of my left hand softly up and down the underside of his cock, marveling at its heat, while gripping my own in my right. Jake reacted with a quiet moan and whispered a broken-off version of Sonja's name.

I backed away for a minute.

Then, using some of my copious pre-ejaculate fluid, I resumed rubbing Jake's cock lightly, off and on, carefully, so as not to awaken him. After a few minutes, a big, clear drop of precum emerged from its slit.

My face flush, and my heart thumping in my chest, I listened acutely for the sound of a car pulling up in the driveway. I became very light-headed, intoxicated by the pure, raw lust that was driving me to take such a risk to my reputation and to a long friendship.

Just when I was becoming as terrified as I was excited by my unprecedented behavior, Jake suddenly awoke to the sight of my hand on his cock. He recoiled for a split-second, but my startled fear immediately dissolved into relief when he closed his eyes and began chuckling softly and derisively in his half-awake state.

"Hey, keep going, dude. It's not the first time," he said, enigmatically.

"Well, I... I... I...," I stammered.

"Hey, dude, you started it!" he interrupted. "Now, what'm I supposed to do with this?" he taunted, pointing at the monstrosity that was resting against his leg. He lifted his cock and threw it down in mock disgust; it flopped, with a loud slap, against his abdomen.

I hesitated, unsure for the moment about what was to happen next, until Jake lifted his ass off the couch and stripped his shorts off, exposing his naked, buff body. My heart leaped. Rapturous anticipation flooded my bloodstream with adrenaline as I stepped around in front of Jake, kneeled, and began slowly stroking his monster cock with my fist. Then, perhaps misguided by macho, I tightened my grip and started jerking his erection fast and hard.

"No, man, slow down and loosen up," he directed, almost whispering, his eyes still closed.

I complied, and, after awhile, he began producing so much precum that I was able to grasp the base of his penis with one hand, stretching it tight, and lubricate his long hardness rhythmically and loosely with the other, for a long, long time as he, all the while, moaned contentedly. Jake reached down to my own dripping erection, still protruding from the leg-hole of my shorts, reddened and petrified by the constriction; and he began kneading and stroking it, but I was so focused on pleasuring him that I almost resented the distraction. However, I seized the opportunity to drop my shorts, and, pushing my crotch up close to his, I started rubbing our lubricated erections together, astounded at how aroused I was, and at how much I was getting into this. I surrounded both of our cocks firmly in both of my hands, forcing them side to side across each other, in an ecstatic pas-de-deux, continuing this technique for several minutes.

I sensed that Jake was about to let loose. He was breathing briskly and heavily. His whole body tensed and his pelvis arced upward.

"Oh, man... oh, man... OH, MAN! he repeated. I released my grip on us and singly fisted his stiff cock very slowly and tightly, urging his orgasm out of him. He stopped breathing, then shuddered while his dick spasmed in my hand so violently that I could barely hang on, ejecting seemingly unending streams of pearly white semen onto his smooth, rippled chest, belly and pubic hair.

"OHHH, yeah... OHH, yeah... OH, yeah," he repeated. His breathtaking exhibition ended with a long, loud moan as he sank back into the cushions of the couch, signaling his depletion.

Jake feebly, charitably, groped blindly for my cock (which was so hard now that, although I was leaning forward, was pressing into my abdomen), but I impatiently grabbed it myself. It was pleasurably painful for me to bring my dick perpendicular to my torso so that I could jack it.

"Go ahead and shoot on me ," Jake whispered, hoarsely.

Eyes closed, and still grabbing for my dick, Jake grasped my hand, fortuitously placing his thumb under my glans and, a few seconds later, I intensely poured out one of my biggest cum-loads ever over his hand and penis while he massaged it into his fading erection, my moans of ecstasy mingled with his encouraging, "Yeah, yeah, yeah"s.*

Seeing that Jake was completely, physically wasted, I fetched a warm, soapy, damp hand towel from the bathroom and wiped us both clean. We got dressed, watched the end of the football game and dispassionately continued to paint his house, our girlfriends none the wiser.

Jake later suggested that he and I and our young friend, Billy go for a fishing weekend at his dad's lake cabin the following weekend. Will Billy be an impediment or an experiment? I wonder.

*I describe my orgasm here as part of this experience even though I consider it to be, in hindsight, almost irrelevantly incident to the premiere experience (I would have happily "done" Jake without reciprocation) of sexually pleasuring (this time) a man, something I, now proudly, happen to have known a little something about. First Crush

Wow, I couldn't wait until Sunday. Why you ask? Well, the person of my dreams invited me to go exercise with him, that's why. I lift on a semi-regular basis(when ever I feel like it) at a fitness center near my house. It was something I did even back in high school. But the two years that I've been out I haven't kept to it as much as I should have. Not that you would notice I still have a flat stomach and firm pecs.

My arms aren't as big as they once were but I still have definition. I wasn't the active sort in high school, though. I didn't socialize much or do any activities, but I wasn't a total outcast either. I had friends and people knew who I was, I was just shy and hid a little. I'll admit, I was afraid that others would find out that I was gay and then it would be it for me so I kept a low profile. Sorta. There was this one time I almost had a run in with the star receiver of the football team. His name was Dell and he was a god.

Dell was the type of jock who was nice to everybody, did well in school, and everybody loved him. I was in love with him. I had gone to school with him since junior high and he was my first crush, one that lasted for six years and counting. We had a few classes together but we never became what you would call friends. I was afraid that he would find out that I liked him, but I desperately wanted him to know that I liked him. Typical crush stuff, right? Problem was that there were all sorts of stories that went around in school about his conquests with the cheerleaders. Well, in our senior year I had become friends one of the P.E. teachers and he gave me free run of the gym room as long as nobody else was using it.

One afternoon I poked in and it was unoccupied so I decided to do some arm curls and bench presses while I had the chance. I had just got into my first set when Dell comes walking in. He had short brown hair, a TIGHT t-shirt, and gym shorts on that looked a little small. I almost dropped my bar. I struggled it back to it's perch and sat up.

"Mind if I do a few sets," he said sitting on the floor doing his stretches.

"Uh..no I don't ..uh.. mind. Go ahead." I felt my self go red so I jumped off the bench and went over to the dumbbells. I did my arm curls facing the wall, wanting to turn around but I knew that I would just stare at his beautiful physique and give myself away. Eventually I gave in and looked. I watched him bench(how much? I don't know, that was the last thing on my mind) and saw the muscles ripple. It was when I noticed the bulge in his shorts that I knew I had to go before I raped him right there. Quickly I went into the locker room and leaned against a far row of lockers. I couldn't take it I whipped out my erection and started stroking it with the fresh image of him in my mind.

I was about in ecstasy when I heard my name. "Andy, Andy? You still in here."

In a panic I pulled my shorts up as he rounded the corner. "Andy, that's your name right?"

I nodded.

"You left this in the weight room. I didn't want you to forget it," he handed me my duffle bag. I took it and stammered out a thank you. He smiled and went back to what he was doing. I felt relieved that he didn't catch me wacking off until I looked down and saw the tent my cock was making of my shorts.

He was never any different to me after that, like he never saw a thing. After that I always wondered if maybe he was gay or just didn't feel the need to spread anything around. After graduation, I would bump into him occasionally here and there. We would talk about what we were up to and where we were going. Then heaven smiled upon me. I bumped into him again at the grocery store last Wednesday(I was buying some vegetables for my mother). I was inspecting a cucumber when I felt a presence. I turned around and there he was standing behind me.

"Hey Andy, what's going on?" He had grown his hair out since last time I saw him. It still wasn't as long as my sandy brown hair, after graduation I decided that I was tired of short hair and grew it out down below my ears. His was almost there though. We talked for awhile about this and that until he asked if I still lifted. The incident in the locker room flashed through my head but I pushed it away. I told him I still did occasionally.

"I remember you used to sneak into the weight room at school all the time. Why didn't you lift with the team, they wouldn't have minded."

"I was just shy, I guess." Truth is I didn't want to pop my cork in front of them, there was more than one good looking player on the team.

"Tell you what, if you haven't got anything to do this Sunday you can come lift with me. I go to this club across town and it's usually empty on Sunday evenings. What do you say?"

How could I refuse. "Sure." I couldn't wait. He left to finish his shopping and I stood there in awe, the man of my dreams just invited me to do something. Life was good. I quickly went home and dropped off mom's groceries. I went straight up to my room and tore my pants off and threw myself in my bed, dick in hand.. I pictured him as I saw him standing there in the produce section in his tight yellow t-shirt and shorts. I started masturbating my seven inch prick. I imagined him without his shirt, without his shorts standing there waiting for me. His torso was sleek and muscled, his stomach flat and his shoulders broad. His legs would be thick and long, well defined. I imagined his thick cock, he held it in both hands and stroked to the same rhythm that I stroked mine. Together we jerked ourselves off each stroke in sync. I felt my orgasm building as his did too. His face contorted into his orgasm as I felt a rush in my loins and cum erupted out of me. His own stream was thick and white, it covered his hand as my own hand was covered. Feeling a little bit of a release I went about the rest of my week waiting for Sunday.

When Sunday did come I was a nervous wreck all day. My parents thought I had too much coffee of something. I was jittery and clumsy. I hoped it would go away by the time I met him at 4:30 or it could turn disastrous. It finally came time to go so I went across town and met him at the gym. It was a decent size club downtown, it had a good size weight room, pool, sauna, and a couple of racquetball courts. He was standing at the front desk talking with the attractive brunette behind the desk. She wore a light green tank-top that showed off her own muscle tone and firm breasts. She looked a little older, maybe in her late twenties. They were laughing about something when I came up behind Dell. A pang of doubt crept up, was he flirting with her? She saw me and said to him, "Hey, your friend is here."

He turned around with a big smile. "Hey Andy, you made it. Why don't you go drop off your duffle bag and meet in the weight room." I said okay and trod off to the dressing room. It was musty and damp. I picked a locker at random and shoved my bag into it. Maybe this wasn't such a good idea. If he was so intent on flirting with her then my dreams were down the drain. I met him in the big open weight room at the far right of the building, he was doing his stretches. I hadn't done anything active in a month so I started my stretches making sure I was good and loose.

I had all intentions of taking it slow but before I knew it I was pushing myself more and more to try and impress him. He was of course out doing me by a lot, but he was probably more avid than I had been. He sure looked it. He was wearing a blue tank-top, tight of course, and blue gym shorts. He looked better than my fantasies(I blushed when I started comparing the real him and the fantasy him that I jerked off to days before. The real him was so much better.)

We bullshitted as we lifted talking about life in general. He was working for his dad in the factory just outside of town. He said he hated it but it paid the bills. I told him that I was in between jobs and how the manager fired me from the grocery store that I used to work at for no reason whatsoever.(actually it was because he suspected that I was gay because I made a pass at the produce supervisor, which I did and we dated for about a month). I decided to find out what I really wanted to know, so I started by asking him if he was seeing anyone.

"Naw, not right now." "Oh, come on now. Football star like yourself, lean and mean. You should have your pick of any of the women." I stressed the last word. He shrugged.

"I guess I haven't found anyone I was interested in." he gave me a strange grin and went back to his butterfly curls. "What about you? You aren't exactly ugly yourself. You're in pretty good shape. You got a significant other?"

"Nope." I kept it simple. Was it interest I picked up in his voice or was I just getting hopeful. "What about the lady at the desk I saw you flirting with?"

"Diane?" he laughed. "No, she knows me. I practically live here." Hope renewed in me once more. There was still a chance. I started on leg lifts and he switched to bench presses. As he rested back on the bench I could see the perfect curves of his chest and that unmistakable bulge in his shorts. Seeing him like that I felt my shorts get tight and I remembered the last time I saw him like that; I had to run out of the room. I couldn't just run out of the room now, a small surge of panic welled in me. I had to do something about my growing erection before he noticed. I started in on my leg lifts hoping the blood would re-route itself before he noticed. As he finished one set I wondered if he could read my mind by saying: "You remember the last time we lifted togther?"

"Y-yes." I said carefully.

"I had to go chasing after you because you left your duffle bag." he laughed and sat up. Sweat gave his face a glow and stuck his shirt to his chest. I felt faint. With every look he was becoming more and more beautiful.

"Hey Dell," I wanted to know what else he remembered, I wanted to know if he saw my erection.

"Those were the days, huh." I ended up using instead. "Yeah, I still kinda miss it. Why didn't you do more in school. I saw you around but we never talked or anything."

"I dunno, I was just..."

"Shy," he said for me with a grin. God he was cute. "Well I think it's cool to hang with you now. I am really enjoying this. I usually like to do this alone, but I'm having fun."

"Yeah so am I." We went at it for about another half hour. I was about at my limit for the day but I didn't think Dell was going to stop. He stood from doing his own leg lifts when he grunted and sat back down.

"Shit, I got a leg cramp. I guess I didn't take as long as I should have to stretch. Hey Andy, could you do me a favor. Could you massage it a bit." First I hang with him and drool over his body and now I get to touch him, will the thrills never end? I said sure and went over to him. I started massaging his calf, it was tight but it didn't feel bunched up. Could this be an excuse for me to touch him? I kept rubbing his leg until it loosened a bit. I could have done it forever if I was given the chance, but I knew I had to stop at some point so I eased off.

"Thanks man, you are really good at that. You have the hands for it, you may have found your calling." I blushed a little at that. "My leg is still a little sore up farther, could you do that too?" he indicated his upper thigh. Holy shit, this was getting pretty close to the nether regions. I massaged his thigh, being careful not to go up too far. His eyes were closed as I worked on him. The problem was that I was getting hot from all this. My dick was throbbing in my shorts and I wanted to just reach up a little farther and see what kind of man her really was. The more I rubbed the worse it got so I decided to get a little daring and ventured up a bit. I slipped my hand under his shorts and let my fingers gently brush up against his bulge. He sighed and looked down at me. I caught my breath.

"I'm done, how about you." he said just as jolly as ever.

"Sure. I'm done."

"Okay, let's hit the showers."

Our footsteps echoed through the empty dressing room. I tried hard not to stare at the way his ass moved in his gym shorts. I didn't know how much more I could handle, I was so turned on. We went to our lockers and took out our duffle bags. I took my time to grab my towel, keeping an inconspicuous eye on Dell. He rummaged through his gym bag and took out his clothes. Then he took off his shirt. I heard my breath catch in my throat as he peeled it off revealing a gleaming and perfect torso. He was the god I always imagined. He had a six pack that you could do your laundry on; his pecks were something you only dreamed of having yourself. And of course his broad shoulders stood out even more. I felt weak-kneed as I stood there staring at my dream come true. He threw his shirt on the bench and slipped off his shorts showing me the enormous bulge in his Jockey's. I knew I had to stop staring at him, I had to turn away before he caught me drooling over his package but I couldn't. He turned away and picked his shorts off the floor giving me a wonderful butt shot. I found enough will to turn my head before he straightened up but I wasn't quick enough to hide my erection that was making a tent of my own shorts. He smiled at me. "I forgot my soap, could I borrow yours?"

"Um...sure." I stammered finally. I felt myself go red. If I had any hopes of hiding what I felt they were about shot. Quickly I took off my own shirt and shorts(after some adjustment to my aching rod)and wondered what I was going to do with my erection when we stepped into the shower. But then he did the thing that made me lose all self-control. He took off his underwear. I know I stopped breathing, I know my eyes were as big as saucers, I know I had made it obvious. I didn't care, I was staring at the most beautiful cock I had ever laid my eyes upon. It was semi-erect, cut, and thick. I had to guess he was a good 8 to 10 inches hard. It was smooth with a round purple helmet. His pubes were trim and shaved and his balls, oh my god, his balls. They hung down low and were wonderfully large, each one a glorious mouthful. I could have stood there all day admiring what he had down there.

"Hey Andy?" He brought me out of my reverie. He didn't say it mean or in surprise, just to get my attention but I still turned away, embarrassed. Well so much for working out together. He wouldn't want to lift with someone who was always staring at his crotch.

"Hey Andy? Let's go jump in the shower." "Uh, sure. Why don't you go ahead, I'll be there in a minute." I was still turned away. "You okay?" "Yeah, I'll be there in a minute." If I was so embarrassed and scared of his reaction, why was I still hard as a rock? There was a silence then he walked up to me and put a hand on my shoulder.

"Pretty impressive isn't it?" "What?" I turned to him in surprise. He just looked down, I followed my gaze to his crotch. It was still down there, waiting to get hard.

"I'm guessing that your not to far off though." He looked over my shoulder at the rod pointing up at my stomach. I blushed again.

"It's not that big." Not as big as his, that was for sure.

"Ever measure it?" His big hand was gently massaging my shoulder. It felt really good, reassuring.

"Yeah. It's about seven, seven and a half inches."

"Better that average then. Let's see it." I was too flustered to do anything. "C'mon, you saw mine. You are going to have to take your shorts off to shower." I smiled in spite of myself and brushed my hair behind my ear. "C'mon, take ‘em down." With that he grabbed the elastic band of my underwear and yanked them down. My hardon sprang out with a pop.

"See, that's pretty impressive too." He smiled at me as I turned to him. I was still nervous and had a hard time looking at him. "Hey don't be nervous. We're the same. I know your gay. So am I?"

"This whole time? I thought you were as straight as they came. What about all those stories I heard about you in high school? You and whats-her-name, Charlotte, the cheerleader?" I was astonished. Since I was a kid I wanted him to be gay and now that he admitted it to me I wasn't sure what to think.

"Most of those stories I made up as a cover. I figured that if I wanted to play sports I would have to cover for myself. Anytime anyone started suspecting, I had a story pop up to cast any doubt aside."

"Really?" "Sure, I wasn't the only one with something to hide on the team."

"I knew the quarterback was. That was pretty obvious." We laughed at that. "But what about Charlotte, I heard all the details from her about after the Homecoming game. You and her..."

"Yeah, I had sex with her. It was okay. Not great. She gave pretty good head but that's about it. Later I went over to the quarterback's house and..." it was his turn to go red.

"I wish I had known this sooner." Boy, all the fantasies I could have lived out for real if I had this knowledge before.

"So do I. I figure you were gay but I was too afraid to say anything. I always wanted too but I was too concerned about my image instead of what I really wanted."

"You wanted me?" I was finding that hard to believe. We barely spoke in school.

"Yeah, I did. Just like I want you now." He looked at me with those deep green eyes. Those eyes that I could drown in, they pulled me in closer and closer. I didn't know how close they had drawn me in until our lips met. His kiss was deep and his lips soft. His tongue parted my lips and darted around the tip of my tongue. We explored each other's mouths. His lips were soft and full, he wasn't aggressive as I thought he would be, he kissed me fully but gently. I didn't want to break away but we needed to catch our breath. There wasn't anything else but us; the rest of the world ceased to exist for us. I gently touched his face and we kissed again this time with more passion. "Why don't we take that shower," he said when we parted again. I ran my fingers down his solid torso. It was as smooth and firm as I had always imagined it would feel. He took my hand, grabbed the soap with the other and we went to the shower.

We stood under the spray kissing each other on the lips, face, and neck while our hand explored each other's bodies. I ran my hands down the ripples of his stomach and made around to his smooth butt. I squeezed it and he laughed. He was driving me wild with small kisses on my neck, I was hot, exremely hot. I wanted him so bad. I gently took hold of his member and started to stroke it. He stiffened then melted into my shoulder. It felt big and warm in my hand as I went back and forth. It felt so good to have his smooth strong body leaning on me. His breath was heavy in my ear I could have come right then, most of my fantasies were coming true right now, not to mention what was to come. He looked up at me and I could see passion in his eyes, he wanted me just as bad as I wanted him. Oh my god, he wanted me as bad as I wanted him, who would have known. He kissed me again and said that we should probably wash up.

He lathered me up first. Running his hands on every part of my front. As he soaped my chest he squeezed my nipples and then massaged them. I groaned with pleasure. He made his way down my stomach and down to my crotch. He spent extra time on my throbbing cock. I almost feel to my knees when he first touched it, the jolt of pleasure was so intense. I turned around and he washed my back and the back of my legs. He washed my butt, and massaged the cheeks which made me laugh. He then spread apart my cheeks and lather my crack. Just when I thought he was done he put a soapy finger in my hole and I had to hold on to the wall to keep from falling. It felt so good. His large digit going in and out of my tight hole was heaven. I started moving my hips in rhythm with his finger. To some small disappointment he took it out. And turned me around.

I took the soap from him and lathered him up. I played with his nipples, tickling them, them squeezing them. I washed my way to his crotch, I couldn't wait to get a hold of it again. I grabbed it with both soapy hand and tried to give him the best handjob I could. He grabbed at the wall and couldn't catch his breath, I guess he was enjoying it. The water had washed most of the soap off so I leaned in and took a nipple into my mouth. It was the sweetest nub I had ever put into my mouth. I played my tongue over it then bit it gently. I heard his breath hiss in so I sucked it hard between my teeth. His hard muscles twitched beneath my lips.

"Andy," he gasped, "finish washing me quick." I gave his other nipple a lick and turned him around with a smile. Quickly I washed his back and his butt. I soaped up my index finger and relished the thought of sticking it into his tight anus. Slowly I entered the warm hole, pushing in and out. He placed both hands against the wall and pushed his butt out at me, trying to meet my strokes. I watched his muscular back ripple as he moved. Each moment was better than the next. I reached around him and grabbed his cock, it throbbed in my hand ready for action. It was when I started massaging his large sack that he started moaning. "Oh god Andy, I feel like I could explode." he reached behind and grabbed my hand to stop it. "Let me have your cock." I pulled my fingers out and felt a small surge of power, he needed my cock. For years I needed his and now it's the other way around, if I was one who enjoyed a power trip I could have used it against him. But why, we wanted each other in the worst way, why stop it? Quickly he was on his knees and stroking my cock. He licked at the head and sent shivers up my body in spite of the warm spray that came down on us. He licked up and down the shaft, round and round. He played with the piece of skin on the under side between the head and shaft before putting it into his mouth. It was heaven. If I could choose my eternity it would be Dell's mouth on my dick. His lips were velvet going up and down my rod, his tongue played with every inch as I sank into the wall behind me.

I watched his head go up and down on it still not believing that it was Him who was giving me this fantastic blowjob. Looking up at me, he started licking the shaft and made his way down to my balls. He licked the seam between each nut before taking one into his mouth. He sucked on it and let it fall from his mouth. Then he went to the next one and did the same. I wasn't sure how much more I could stand before I came all over him. He went back to my throbbing rod and sucked on it like he would never have it again(perish the thought). I felt my balls tighten and my whole lower half became tingly. I patted him on the shoulder. "I'm going to come soon," I squeaked out. He pulled off me and smiled. "Not yet, you aren't. Turn around, I want to be inside you." I turned around, half out of my mind in ecstacy. I spread my cheeks as he soaped up and anticipated the momentary pain. With the monster he had swinging between his legs, I could tell it would be a little uncomfortable at first, but the bliss it would be after that. And I wasn't disappointed. He slowly started in and out of my tight ass, it felt so good I didn't want him to stop for anything. Then he started grunting and going faster, harder. He slammed my ass pumping furiously. We both started moaning and grunting. Oh god he was fucking me hard. I felt him tense and I knew he was ready to come. Suddenly I felt the hot fluid splash inside of me.

We stood there for a few moments, I was leaning against the wall he leaning against me. He kissed my neck and shoulders panting. He pulled his soft cock out of my ass and I turned around and kissed him. We stood there kissing for awhile enjoying each others bodies. He looked so cute when he was content, soft eyes and a half grin that didn't go away. I was still hot though, I gave him a few minutes to rest before I soaped his dick up again. I needed to suck his cock, I had to be inside him. I soaped him and went to my knees. I wanted to give as good a blowjob as he gave me.

I started at his balls, licking and sucking, and made my way up his shaft. I explored every inch of it with my tongue before putting the tip of his cock just barely between my lips. I started sucking just the tip and playing with it with my tongue. He groaned and put his hands on the back of my head. Very slowly I slid down it. I let my throat and jaw get accustomed to the size as I went going deeper and deeper with it. When he felt the back of my throat he cried out and held my head there for a moment. I came back up for air and then went down on him with a vengeance. I licked and sucked his cock for all I was worth. I sucked and nibbled on his balls while he thrashed around. I slowed down to make sure he didn't come to soon when he tapped my shoulder. I looked up at him and he motioned to look behind me.

Reluctantly I relinquished my liplock on him and turned to find Diane standing in the corner furiously rubbing at her pussy. Her face was already flush and but it turned even redder when she opened her eyes and saw us staring at her. Her green tank top was resting above her large round breasts. Her left nipple was an angry red from her pinching and pulling at it. Her shorts were down around her right ankle and she was leaning against the wall still rubbing lazy circles on her wet clit.

"Sorry guys, I thought you had already left so I came in to see and...I guess I got pretty horny watching you two go at it. I hope you don't mind, I can leave if you want me to." She looked at us with hope in her eyes that we would let her stay. I looked up at Dell who just shrugged and slowly stroked his cock. I smiled back at her.

"I don't think we see any problem with it. Everyone is getting what they want I think." She gave a sly smile and worked harder at her clit. I turned back to Dell and grabbed his balls, he groaned while I sucked at them. Again I took his shaft in my mouth and continued on with the work that I so loved to do. My dream job with my dream man, there was nothing greater. Dell's hips started moving with my rhythm while sucked louder, I think we were both a little excited at having an audience.

Dell started bucking harder, fucking my face. He put his hands on the back of my head, meshing his fingers into my hair, he was getting close. I heard the wet sounds of Diane's fingers moving in and out of her pussy, she began to whimper. I knew with all this Dell wouldn't last much longer, and neither would I. I held his hips to get him to slow down. After a minute he stopped and I stood up. "I want to fuck you. I want to be inside you." I kissed him deep, he kissed me back, deeper.

"Yes," he breathed. "Fuck me, please." I kissed him again, I thought he was going to swallow my tongue, he was so hot. He turned around as I soaped up my cock. I could here Diane's groans of pleasure. I stole a look back at her just before I aimed for Dell's tight hole. She had two fingers racing in and out of her thick pussy and she was rubbing and pinching furiously and her breasts. I smiled to myself, in a way I was going to be pleasuring two people at the same time. Not bad for an evening. I aimed carefully and slowly entered my head into his warm anus. It was tight, oh boy was it tight. Slowly I went in an inch or two, came out a little and then went in another inch or so. Soon I was hip to cheek with him, all the way in. His muscular butt felt good against my pelvis, his warm skin, the tight muscles; there wasn't anything better than this. When I felt that he was ready I slowly slid back and forth. His groan let me know that he was enjoying this as much as I was. I couldn't last too much longer with this slow pace, I could feel the warmth of his tight anus and the minute movements of his muscles.

I started pumping like mad, I wanted to cum, badly. And so did Dell, he took my hand from off his hip and put it on his monster organ. I stroked with as much vigor as I was giving to his ass. I felt my knees go weak and my balls tighten I was going to cum. I held it as long as I could but the pleasure was too much, I let it go and gave him such a gusher that I was afraid I was going to fill him up completely. With my cum in his ass he was ready himself. Quickly I popped out of him and cried out, "Wait, I want to taste it. Cum in my mouth." He grunted an affirmative and swiveled around. I put my mouth on his cock as he stroked it and instantly I tasted the salty-sweet of his ambrosia. It hit the back of my throat and I drank as much as I could but I felt some flow down my chin.

He went on longer than I did, I thought he would never stop, but when he did I quickly stood up to give him a taste before it all washed off my face from the water. His tongue bored into my mouth, he wanted some of the good stuff. We held each other and kissed. After a minute we returned back to earth enough to hear Diane's quick breathing. We turned to look and she had two fingers darting in and out of her wet snatch and her right hand was a blur over her swelled clit. She whimpered in a soft and high pitched voice, "Oh god, oh god, oh god." Then with a shriek she came, her hands and forearms became drenched and her knees buckled. She held onto the walls for support as she panted.

I put my head on his shoulder as we watched her and stole occasional kiss. We all had smiles on our faces. This was one perma-grin that wasn't going away anytime soon. Diane licked at the juices off her fingers as we rinsed off. The water started to turn cold so we turned it off.

"Same time next week?" Diane said as she picked up her drenched shorts and panties off the floor.

"Sure," Dell and I said simultaneously. I was going to really love Sunday workouts.

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