THE GENTLEMEN'S CLUB Ricardo Written by Lady Poetess egiggles at moose-mail.com /~bbp Please do not reproduce on any website without permission. This story has no resemblance to anyone dead or alive. ONE The man was so beautiful that he had to make the deities ache in envy. Tall, bronzed, the man was perfect in his musculature. He was flawless from his proud aristocratic face to his corrugated washboard stomach, his beauty marred only by a pair of cutoffs that barely concealed the prodigious bulge of his erection. Which was soon discarded as the man stood before the woman on the yacht and insolently unzipped himself. The woman gasped at the sight of the thick and virile cock standing up proud and tall from amidst thick dark gold furs, the wide blood-engorged tip throbbing an invitation no one could resist. She couldn't - she had to fall on her knees to worship this Adonis. Ricardo Meneses put down his binoculars, unable to bear watching some stranger having the privilege to touch Ian Lawless while he could only dream. He had watched before and realized that it hurt him more than it thrilled him to revel in the sight of Ian's luscious and tight buttocks clenching with each powerful thrust into his lovers. Rick could spend the rest of the night writhing in desire that burned so hot he thought he would explode into flames. His hands would try to ease the fire by pounding on his cock or shoving his five fingers up his ass to the knuckles, but it was to no avail. Alone in his room at the beachfront marina, he lay down, nude, on the bed and absently caressed his erection as he thought of Ian. Funny how it was only last month that Rick was playing the piano at some sleazy bar when Charles Lawless approached him and struck up conversation. Rick was used to being approached and Charles was just like everyone else. First there would be nervous conversation ("Nice jacket, my son went to NYU like you too!"), then Charles would look around nervously before Rick cut the chase and told the man the price the man would have to pay. Two hours later, Charles was moaning in satisfaction as Rick came hard in his ass. Charles spoke of his frustrated desires, of how his wife failed to satisfy him in ways that really mattered, and Rick pretended to be concerned as he pocketed the two hundred dollars Charles put at the bedside table. Then Charles asked Rick whether Rick knew his son Ian. Rick said yes even though he had no idea who Ian was, much less went to NYU. Soon Rick managed to get Charles to talk about Ian and Rick improvised, bullshitting like the pro he was until Charles was convinced that Rick was Ian's classmate that had fallen on hard times. Charles offered Ian a five thousand dollar fee if Rick could go to the provincial island of Charn S'dio and persuade Ian to come home. Ian Lawless was a spoiled young man estranged from his parents. His parents couldn't control him because his late grandfather left him a fortune that allowed him to sever his ties with his parents. Charles hoped that Ian would be persuaded to come back so that father and son could mend their fences. Rick didn't care about the problems in the Lawless clan, but the moment he set eyes on Ian, all coherent thought and reason fled his mind, leaving only scorching desire. He wanted Ian bad. Rick knew he wasn't the kind of man Ian wanted. Hell, he wasn't the correct sex - Ian, from what Rick saw, was exclusively heterosexual. Rick, however, was a man with no scruples or conscience. He wanted Ian and he would do anything to have that man. But first, he had to become Ian's friend. He looked at the mirror. He wasn't a handsome man, but that didn't mean he wasn't attractive. His lips were thick but they had been described as sensual. His nose was broken from a fight with his father when he was younger, but he had heard that it gave him an air of danger that his lovers liked. He sat up and walked to the mirror and looked down at himself. His nearly hairless body was well-muscled, thanks to his strict regime at the gym and the diet and exercise tips he got from old copies of men's magazines he found during his daily rounds as a garbage collector. Rick's eyes went down to the reflection of his cock. Erect, it was eight inches long, an impressive length, and his balls hung low and heavy with his fuck juices. He was an attractive man. Rick threw himself back onto his bed. After he'd jerked off for the last time that night, he lay back on the bed, still vaguely unsatisfied with his orgasm, and slowly plotted on how he would introduce himself to Ian the next day. Soon his thoughts slowed as sleep gradually took over, and he slept the restless slumber of a man tormented by dark demons of obsession and desire. "Ian Lawless? Is that you? Fancy meeting you here!" Rick extended his hand as he flashed his harmless and sweet kid smile. "I'm Rick Meneses, I was in your class of 1998." The woman lying on the bench beside Ian - a different woman from the woman on the yacht, Rick noted - looked up and gave him an appreciative grin. Rick winked at her, secure in his knowledge that he looked fucking gorgeous in his low-cut emerald swimtrunks. Ian just lay there, his eyes hidden by dark shades, an indecently good-looking hunk in conservative swim shorts. "I don't remember you," Ian said without moving, his sexy baritone devoid of emotion. "Then again, I don't remember anybody. They are the ones that always remember me." Then he removed his shades and Rick almost fell onto his ass on the sand because his knees trembled as he looked into those unbelievably bright and penetrating blue eyes. "What the hell do you want?" Ian asked. "Nothing, really. I just thought I'd say hi," Rick said, making to walk away. "Hey, wait up." Rick stopped and turned to look at Ian obligingly. Ian sat up and gestured at Rick to come closer to him. Rick deliberately stayed where he was. Ian made his insolent gesture again and the woman beside him giggled when Rick just gave him a dumb expression. "What's your name again? Rocky?" Ian asked in a mocking drawl. "Rick will do," Rick answered. "Come down to my yacht tonight at seven. I'm throwing a party. Let's get acquainted again." Ian put back his shades and nodded dismissively at Rick. Rick knew that Ian would be arrogant. Rich handsome men like Ian knew they were better than other mere mortals. Rick had dealt with men like him before though and he had made them want him so badly that they offered everything they had to him, just before he rejected them out of spite. Ian would be no problem for him. He would seduce Ian, have the man begging for more, and when Rick had exorcised his lust for Ian as well as his bitter envy at the man's wealth, looks, and charisma, he would walk away from Ian like he always did to those other clients of his whose hearts he deliberately crushed in the past. He was looking forward to seven o' clock. TWO Ian Lawless looked simultaneously dissipated and suave in his rumpled shirt and dark trousers, the first few buttons of his shirt carelessly unfastened. "Enjoying yourself?" he asked in that insolent tone of his as he walked into the room and shut the door behind him. "I'm crushed. Everyone's having fun and you're not... buddy." Rick made a show of closing the book he was browsing and looked slowly at Ian from shoe to head. His nostrils flared as he caught the unmistakable scent of sex wafting from the man standing too close before him. No doubt Ian had carelessly coupled with one of his female guests, maybe more than one, before stumbling into this room. Was he drunk? No, Ian was definitely sober. He placed his right palm against the glass panel of the bookshelf and leaned forward, looking at the book that he picked out of Rick's hands. "No wonder I don't remember you at all. I don't have any bookworm friends." "Do I look like a bookworm?" Rick asked, fighting the urge to touch any part of the other man. Oh, he had never been this tempted before. The fever of his lust was sending every nerve end in his body on fire. He clenched his hands to stop them from tearing at his clothes or Ian's, but damn, he was on fire like never before. He had to lift one knee so that his erection wasn't so visible to Ian. "No, you look like a low-educated, ill-bred freak. I don't have friends like you - I hire people like you to clean my house." Any other men that said that to Rick would be hurt very badly. Rick filed this insult in his memory. Ian would pay for this remark, but later. To Ian, he ducked under Ian's arm and walked away. "I don't fucking understand you," Ian exclaimed, reaching out and roughly grabbing Rick's arm. "Let go of me," Rick said quietly. "Yeah? You're going to hit me?" Ian asked, goading him. Rick shrugged. "Is that what you want me to do? You must be bored. You invited me to your party to ignore me, you tried to make a laughingstock among your friends, and now you're doing this. Do you really want me to lose my temper?" "You're a strange freak, man," Ian said, letting go of the other man's arm. "No, I just know men like you too well. You're bored." "Oh? And what do a freak like you know about me?" Rick sat down on the couch and studied Ian. "You're bored. You need someone to share your good times and bad times with. Someone that also won't bother you with the messier emotional entanglements of friendship. A fuck buddy without the fucking, if you will. I can be that man. Let me be your friend." Ian laughed, a rude sound. "You're mad. You have guts, I'll give you that, but you're fucking mad." He started to walk to the door, only to stop and rake his fingers through his hair. "You are mad," he repeated, turning to scowl at Rick. "Oh fuck," he muttered, "fuck, fuck, fuck!" He turned and threw himself down on the couch beside Rick. "This room is quiet," he said finally. Rick smiled and nodded. "Tomorrow I'm biking across the island. Just me. Maybe you can come along too." "What happened to the sex and drugs?" "I don't do drugs. As for sex, well, I can go without sex for a few days. How about you?" Ian asked. "I'm sure that will be no problem." "So be it then, friend," Ian said, his tone anything but respectful. Nonetheless, he not only remained in the room, he placed his left arm across Rick's shoulder. This was a man that was comfortable with touching other people, men or women. Rick briefly closed his eyes as his body almost betrayed him at that touch. This might be harder than he expected. "When did you first start to fuck?" Ian asked. Rick laughed. "Is that your idea of a conversation opener?" Ian shrugged. "Why not? What do you want to talk about." Rick's crooked grin was on full force now, too bad it was wasted on a straight man unable to appreciate the effect. "Thirteen," he said. "You're kidding!" Ian exclaimed. "I couldn't stand girls when I was that age." "I was thirteen, there was this girl staying next door to me, and we had been playing doctor games since we were younger. It sort of happened," Rick said. "We did it as often as we could until she moved away." "Damn. You beat me by two years." "I think you'll beat me when it comes to the number of your conquests." "True." They sat there in silence. But it was too quiet for Ian, for he soon broke the silence. "Did you really go to NYU?" "No." Rick told Ian about how he lied to Charles, which had Ian laughing in appreciation. He also deliberately let Ian know that he was a hustler and that he had slept with Ian's father. "If you need to have an upper hand over him," Rick told a stunned Ian that was no longer laughing, "tell him that you will get me to talk to his wife." "Are you gay?" Ian asked. "I enjoy fucking both men and women. Maybe I'm bisexual," Rick said. Ian moved an inch away from Rick. "You're not fucking me in the ass, so forget it." "If we do fuck, you'll be wanting it as much as I do." Rick deliberately closed the space between them. "Relax, Ian. Are you afraid that you can't handle me? I have never slept with an unwilling partner, and I don't intend to start with you." A thought occurred to him. "You've never had a gay experience before?" "I went to a boarding school but I beat the crap out of those kids that tried to make a bitch out of me," Ian told him. He scowled at Ian, probably struggling with his unease at Rick's sexuality that warred with his arrogance that demanded that he prove to them both that he could handle Rick's presence in his life. Arrogance triumphed, for he relaxed and let his arm rest once more on Rick's shoulder. "Here's to friendship, for what it's worth," he said, offering his other hand. Rick took it. "I hope you can keep up with me," he said with a chuckle. "Hah!" Ian stood up and pulled Rick to his feet. "Come on, I'll introduce you to my friends outside. This time for real." THREE "Cheers," Ian said as he gently clinked his glass against Rick's. "To my buddy, Rick, may he get his million dollars before he hit thirty." He took a sip of the 1904 Bordeaux. "Happy birthday, Rick," he said in a gentler tone free from mockery. Rick tried to tamper his smile. The last three weeks with Ian was... well, he couldn't describe it. Ian wasn't Ian. Or rather, Rick realized soon enough early in their relationship how he had severely underestimated Ian. Ian's first agenda was to take Rick shopping in a quick trip to Paris via his private plane. Rick was used to being treated like a pet monkey by rich men and he was expecting this. Ian carelessly wasted almost fifty thousand dollars in designer labels for Rick as well as a gold Rolex watch, a callous use of money that made even Rick felt vaguely guilty. He surreptitiously placed a hundred dollar bill into the hands of a homeless man as they walked along the street. Then it was back to Charn S'dio and for Ian's biking trip around the island. Rick plied Ian with his best friend act, knowing very well that someone like Ian needed a listening ear, a punching bag, and a doormat. He let Ian push him around and fought back just enough to kept Ian from getting bored with him. He let Ian dress him up and parade him around his friends and Rick amused Ian by getting along well with his fairweather friends. Soon Ian was using Rick to cover for him as he juggles between his many girlfriends while asking Rick to tell him more about himself. Rick even seduced a few of them so that Ian could "catch" them in action and dump the women with as little fuss as possible. It occurred to Rick that Ian, for all his wealth, was no more mature than a spoiled kid. Ian seemed fascinated with Rick using sex to make money. He even asked Rick whether he should try getting people to pay him for sex, and laughed when Rick told him that he was too delicate for the rough world of hustling. And now they were celebrating Rick's birthday. Amazing. Rick had never actually celebrated his birthdays before, much less having someone to celebrate it with, and to his dismay, it was harder for him each day to remember that he was just an amusing distraction for Ian. Ian was so good at making Rick believe that that the man cared for Rick with his careless indulgence of Rick's whims. If Rick looked twice at a watch or a pair of diamond cuffs, Ian would buy them for Rick without a heartbeat's hesitation. Ian would tilt his head in that inimitable way of his with an infectious twinkle in his eyes as he listened to Rick and he would laugh freely, his head tilted back, as if Rick was the only one that could make him laugh so exuberantly. Ian was an expert in planting the seeds in his victims' minds that he cared for them as much as they would slowly care for him. Rick had to remind himself that this - Ian and he - was not real during every time he found his heart's resistance melting slowly as Ian chipped away at his defenses. But it was sometimes so hard to be strong. Ian was sitting in the hot water tub on his yacht, the waters not hiding his fleshy cock from Rick's hungry gaze. Rick sat at the rim, still fully clothed in T-shirt and jeans, as he shared the drink with his false friend. The day was still young but Ian never waited for the right time of day to drink. Rick watched under hooded lids at Ian's naked physique. He had to battle his constant lust every day and it was also wearing down his defenses. He sighed and tipped the rest of his wine into the tub. "Can I join you?" he asked. Ian studied him, his expression inscrutable. "Help yourself," he said finally, sitting up to make some space in the tiny tub for Rick. Rick slowly pulled his shirt off, knowing full well that his muscles rippled impressively with his action. He threw the shirt off and flexed his arms, letting his chest and stomach muscles ripple for Ian to enjoy the sight. He then unzipped his jeans and lifted each leg one by one to pull his jeans off. His erection sprang out, free from the confines of his jeans, to slap against his stomach, sending a thin spray of precum to splatter onto his washboard abs. Rick sat on the rim of the tub, deliberately keeping his legs apart so that his the tip of erect cock was just an inch away from Ian's mouth. He stayed in that position for two seconds, enough for Ian to part his lips slightly in a dazed expression, before sitting down into the tub. The water level reached the middle of their chest, but not enough to hide Rick's erection from Ian's gaze. And Rick let his lower legs lay over Ian's hairy and well-muscled thighs so that they were face to face and their nude bodies touching each other to the point that they only had to move forward a little... if they wanted to. And Rick wanted to so badly. "Not bad," Ian said finally, deliberately keeping his eyes on Rick's placid face. "I can see why you're so successful at hustling. Are you having a hard-on for me?" "You're a beautiful man," Rick said simply. "I'd be dead not to desire you. But as I've said, I won't do anything if you don't want me to." "Right," Ian said, but he relaxed noticeably at Rick's words, easing his legs so that Rick could entwine his legs with his even more. "You trust me on this," Rick remarked with a questioning lift of his brow. "I don't usually trust anyone," Ian said. "But yeah, I think I can trust you," he said finally. "I've never have a friend before. I mean, I have friends, yeah, but not someone like you. I can talk to you. You make me laugh and you are so different... you don't talk bullshit to me. I like you, Rick." He chuckled. "You're a lucky man, because I don't like people, usually. Be nice to me and I'll make it worth your time to keep being my friend." Rick smiled, tampering his triumph. Winning over Ian was easier than he expected - like all spoiled rich brats, Ian was a lonely man very susceptible to the first person that offered him what he didn't know he wanted while not indulge his bullshit. Ian wanted friendship, someone to rely on and to talk to, someone that listened and be there when he needed help and strength, but Ian didn't know that, and he probably didn't fully know even as he gradually allowed Rick to become more important to him. "I'm going to give you a great birthday gift," Ian said. "I can't wait," Rick said in all honesty. "You've been too generous with me." "Don't beat yourself over it. You've told me that I always take back twice as much as I give." Ah yes, Rick told Ian that after Rick had abetted Ian in getting rid of some local girl that had become unreasonably infatuated with her seducer. "I'm surprised you remember," Rick said. "You were shouting at me to shut the fuck up and stop nagging you like your father." "I remember everything you told me," Ian said, startling Rick into silence. "I remember every bad joke you cracked and I can recall verbatim every conversation we've had for the last few weeks. I have a good memory, Rick. I will never forget what people said or did to me." "That sounds like a warning." Ian smiled coldly. "Treat me well, Rick, and I'll make you happy. But if you betray me... well, you know more than anyone else how I can hurt you back twice for every hurt you cause me." Abruptly, he moved forward, gripping the edge of the tub so that his arms were at each side of Rick's head. Ian bent forward until their lips almost touched and Rick could feel the man's warm breath on his lips. "I never wanted a friend but it looks like I've got one now. And damn you, Rick, you'd better be good or I'll crush you like the bug you are." Rick grinned. "You don't scare me, Ian. You don't have to intimidate me into being your friend. Haven't I proven myself to you? I would do anything for you - lie, cheat, betray, anything. I seduced your pregnant girlfriend so that you can dump her, and I have no remorse from that experience. What does that tell you? We are alike, you and me. No guilt, no conscience, just you and me telling the world to go to hell while we abuse it cheerfully." "I like the way you talk. I've never had a friend or a brother even, and you're making me mad at my parents for not giving me one earlier." Ian then shocked Rick again, this time by pressing his lips firmly against Rick's in a kiss before sitting back. "I think I can call you my friend, Rick, am I right?" "Absolutely." "You'll do anything I want you to?" "Yes." Rick swallowed the nervousness he hated to admit he was feeling. "You know I desire you. I am slowly falling in love with you." He hoped he was lying as much as he thought he was. "I will do anything for you." "Love, friendship, and desire, huh?" Ian seemed more amused than unnerved by the idea that Rick wanted him. Hell, he seemed to be enjoying the idea of Rick enslaved to him by Rick's unrequited emotions. "Yes, I really like that." He reached for his half-empty glass of Bordeaux that he had set aside earlier. He took a sip and licked his lips appreciatively. He gazed down at Rick's lower body. "Take care of that," he said. "It's distracting me." Rick didn't pretend to misunderstand. He boldly reached down with his right hand and let his fingers grip his cock. Slowly, he began stroking it. Ian didn't take his eyes off as Rick briskly jerked himself off until he gasped and threw his head back as his cock exploded, sending powerful ropes of semen to burst forth from his slit. As he tried to steady his breathing, he watched as his come swam in the water, slowly moving in eight or nine creamy gel-like swirls towards Ian. He waited for Ian's reaction. Ian just sat there, watching Rick's sperm gently floating towards him. He didn't move as the swirls reached him. Rick's still hard cock pulsed at the sight of his come slowly becoming entangled in Ian's thick pubic fur. "Oh shit!" Rick cried out as he gave his cock a few quick strokes and shot another huge load into the water. Ian finally stood up and climbed out of the tub. He just reached out and rumpled Rick's hair before standing up and reaching for his towel. "Get dressed," he said. "I have plans for us for the rest of the day." Still breathing heavily, Rick could only nod and watched the bounce of Ian's taut buttocks as the other man walked away to get dressed. What the fuck had just happened between them? FOUR Ian and Rick had fast became an "item" among Ian's acquaintances, with the others accepting Rick into their midst because Ian had decreed them to do so. It didn't take long however before Rick became infamous in his own right as Ian's equally hard-partying good friend. He soon proved to be as good in bed as Ian, and if he was a poor man's alternative to Ian, they never revealed their thoughts as they let Rick charm and fuck them as often as they let Ian do the same to them. Unlike Ian, Rick didn't limit his stud service to the women alone. This drew some speculations about Rick's relationship with Ian, especially when Ian didn't shy away from putting his arm around Rick's shoulder or an arm around the man's waist when they made their rounds of debauchery. Ian must have heard the talks but he seemed to find them more amusing than offensive. "Why the fuck should I be mad?" he told Rick when Rick broached the subject. "If I enjoy fucking men, I'd do it myself. I have nothing against what you do with the guys out there. Why should I get mad?" Rick boldly placed his hand on Ian's hairy chest. "You don't even want to try it once just to see what it's like?" Ian placed his hand over Rick's and lifted it off his chest. "No," he said simply. Tonight was Rick's birthday and Ian had threw a party on the local club for Rick. Music, drugs, and alcohol flowed freely just like they always did in Ian's parties, although both men didn't touch any of the pills and cocaine making the rounds. To forget Ian temporarily, Rick decided to work his charm on two men that seemed willing to enjoy a threesome with him. He was about to suggest that they all retreat to Ian's yacht for some privacy when Ian tapped on his shoulder. Ian had, as always, a beautiful feel-good time woman by his side. "Say hi to Marla," he told Rick. "She's going to be our birthday present." Rick blinked, unsure that he'd heard right. "Don't be daft, buddy. Come on. You and me and Marla. My yacht. Now," Ian growled impatiently. Rick made his apologies to the two disappointed men as Ian grabbed him by his muscle-tee front and pulled him to come along. His blood was already humming. He and Ian? This would be interesting. Marla was a stripper. However, she was already very drunk when Ian asked her to dance. Her movements were awkward, but the undulation of her magnificent body made grace unnecessary. By the time she rolled the dress down to expose her breasts, Ian was pounding his cock with a steady pumping that tugged his balls upward with each pull on the engorged shaft. He stared hungrily at the lush mounds with their distended nipples thrusting out from the brown aureoles like pointing fingers. Marla worked her hips in a savage grinding as she slid the dress downward over her rounded belly, baring the blonde curls of her thick bush and the beauty of her exquisitely curved thighs. Ian gave a little groan at his first sight of her inviting cunt, and his prick emitted a glob of come when she stepped out of the dress, the motion parting her thighs and revealing the deep red slash of her pussy. "Straddle him, Marla," Rick ordered from where he was standing behind the seated Ian. "Give him a good view of that gash, baby." Still working her hips in rhythm with the beat of the record, Marla stepped one foot across Ian's thighs, spreading her legs far apart and continuing that pelvic thrusting with each throb of the bass beat. The lips of her exposed pussy slid back and forth, one against the other, as she twisted her hips fluidly, her breasts rolling and quivering with the erotic hunches. Ian's body was jerking between her feet, his heels digging into the rug, and his ass pushing up to augment the pleasure of his pounding fist. More of the clear precome had oozed from the slitted knob of his prick, and the head was wet and slippery as he capped and uncapped its purple swelling with his steady frigging. "Christ!" Ian exclaimed, his face working with the increasing pleasure of his masturbatory caress. "I'm about to come!" Marla bent her knees, to permit a more savage writhing of her busy hips. Her thighs spread farther apart, and the lips of her cunt opened to reveal the juicy vaginal entrance, the soft folds glistening and quivering with her pelvic thrusts. She splayed her fingers over the swaying mounds of her big tits, letting the erect nipples poke spongy tips between them. "It's all right, baby!" she crooned, staring down at the man's rearing cockhead, and the furious action of his encircling fist. "Just pretend you're shooting it right in here!" She slammed her hips forward to shove her wet pussy into greater prominence. Rick had risen from his chair, his own cock fully hard with excitement, and he moved to a position just behind the woman's gyrating ass. Stepping astride the man's legs, he bent to fit his huge prick between Marla's thighs. "Watch this, Ian," he said, pressing the head of his cock into her labial groove, nuzzling the shivering lips with the purple glans. "Like she said, pretend this is your dick." Effortlessly, his hips eased forward, and the cock slid up into Marla's pussy, stretching the slippery entrance into a taut circle with its girth. The woman's body jerked at the sudden entrance, but her ass continued its delightful grinding, screwing her eager cunt onto the thick shaft of Rick's prick. Ian stared in fascination as his friend's cock slowly disappeared inside the straining circle, only to reappear with its sides coated and slick with the woman's vaginal juices. He found that his hand, fingers wrapped tightly about his own throbbing pole, was matching the strokes of that other cock. As Rick drove his prick into Marla's slit, Ian's fist tugged the foreskin down his cock, exposing the engorged crown. Then, as the other tool drew its thick bulk out of the slippery sheath, Ian's hand moved upward to cap the head of his fuckpole. His prick securely lodged in Marla's responsive quim, Rick wrapped both arms about her and cupped her tits with his big hands, kneading them as he stroked in and out, his belly slapping rhythmically against her writhing ass. Over her shoulder, he grinned at his friend. "You ought to try this pussy, Ian!" he said. "She really knows how to use it!" "Son of a bitch!" was the pained reply. Ian's fist moved faster, and his hips leaped upward, trembling and heaving. His come spurted high in the air, splashing Rick's balls and the well- stretched lips of Marla's snatch. The second blast splattered against her trembling thigh, trickling downward as Rick continued his deep thrusts, making her legs shake with the repeated fillings of her eager cunt. The weaker spurts arced above Ian's cock and fell back onto his heaving stomach, puddling in his deep-set navel and clinging to the light gold trail of hair that extended upward from his spitting prick. With a groan, Ian lay back on the carpet, his arms falling to either side of his naked body, his tool still dribbling a trace of his violent orgasm from its lust-widened slit. "Now, look what you've done, Marla!" Rick murmured in the woman's ear. "You'll have to clean it up, you know." "How?" was the hesitant response. Marla was on the verge of orgasm, and her ass bucked lustily to aid the powerful thrusts of Rick's cock. She gasped a startled protest when the huge cock tugged itself from the eager depths of her slavering cunt. "Mop it up with your cunt," Rick chuckled. "Just don't let him stick that cock in you. You can rub him off, if you want to. But don't let him put it in." Ian groaned as the woman lowered that juicy cleft over his still- erect prick, dropping to her knees astride his hips, and resting her hands, palms-down, on his chest. She looked directly into his widened eyes as she dragged her dripping cunt lips upward from the base of his cock to the slippery knob. He gave a convulsive shudder, and his hands flashed to her waist, trying to guide her hips backward and effect an entry with his swollen joint. Deftly, Marla evaded him, and his cock snapped upward through her anal cleft as she dropped her hairy snatch to his belly, working her hips to scrub the blonde curls through his puddled semen. Still holding his eyes with hers, she whispered, "Would you really like to put it in me, Ian?" "Oh God, yes!" was Ian's reply. "Fuck you, bitch. Let me fuck your hot honeyed cunt!" "It's all right, baby!" she soothed him. "You will get your chance." Kneeling astride Ian's legs, Rick observed the caress of her juicy labia as it rubbed a wet circle on the man's belly. He grinned at the tortured expression on his friend's face. "Fit your pussy against his prick, Marla," he suggested. "Don't let it slip in - just press down on it. Teach that arrogant son of a bitch some manners." Marla giggled. Her hips lifted again, and her ass cheeks pushed back against Rick's stiff prick as she dropped them down to force Ian's cock upward, then down again tight against his belly, its engorged shaft caught between her flexing cuntal lips. "Oh, damn!" was Ian's cry of pleasure. Not only a hot pussy massaging his pick, but Marla's fingers were teasing the sensitive nipples of his firm pectorals. As her hips moved back and forth, her wet pubic hair caressed the head of his cock with a feathery touch that made his ass buck wildly on the thick rug. "Now, Marla," Rick exclaimed. "Let's give old Ian a real thrill!" Carefully, he gripped his prick and steered it into the small space between Marla's ass and Ian's balls, feeling the woman ease her downward pressure as she realized his intention. Slowly, savoring the strange sensations aroused by the unusual contact, he forced the bulging knob between her perineum and the throbbing bulk of Ian's cock. "Jesus!" Ian gurgled. "What are you doing?" "Relax, my friend," Rick answered with a laugh. "You popped off just watching Marla get screwed. Now I'm gonna let you feel her taking this cock of mine!" With a little upward pressure of his fingers on his cock, Rick guided the head into the greedy mouth of Marla's snatch, driving up through the spasming sheath until his belly was jammed against her bottom, and his balls rolled over Ian's elevated scrotum. He encircled her waist with both arms, trapping Ian's fingers with his embrace, and began a rhythmic stroking, sliding his prick almost out of the clutching folds of her cunt, then forcing it in again to be squeezed and caressed by her churning vagina. Marla came almost immediately, her ass twisting and jerking with the force of her orgasmic spasms, and cuntal juice dribbled out about the prick that continued its delightful plumbing of her clenching pussy. The overflow of slippery cream bathed the cock that throbbed beneath the two organs, creating an oily pathway for the huge cylinder that slid back and forth with gathering speed. For Ian, the pleasure was becoming more intense. The cunt juice made his cock shift from side to side as Rick's prick raced over it, and his sensitive glans rolled in Marla's thick muff, massaged by her pelvic gyrations. By lifting his head, he could see that slick column driving in and out, and witness that fierce pistoning of his own cock. It was incredibly good, and getting better. He could add to the pleasure by shoving his hips upward each time Rick hunched into the straining circle of dripping pink pussy, and he could almost imagine it was his prick, rather than Rick's, filling and stretching the grinding cunt. Rick's voice was hoarse with lust as he demanded, "Tell Ian how much you like my dick, Marla!" The woman's eyes were glazed, and a dribble of saliva escaped her lips as she groaned, "I love it, damn you! It's terrible! But I love it!" "Lean over a little more," Rick urged her. "Let Ian lick your tits!" Whimpering, she obeyed, arching her torso until the distended nipples hung just above Ian's parted lips. With a little cry of excitement, the man fastened his mouth around one of the succulent fingers, and Marla gasped at the furious suction as his tongue flayed the spongy flesh. Rick worked harder, slamming his prick up into her belly with savage thrusts that rocked her body, and he felt Ian's cock jerk in sync against the base of his almost-hilted shaft each time the head bored deep into the torrid embrace of writhing tissue. Faster, pressing his forehead against her arched back, and surrendering to the ecstasy of his throbbing prick, he hammered the column of passion-swollen hardness into her belly, trying to wait for the pleasure he knew would happen. Between his knees, he felt Ian's legs stiffen and tremble, and beneath his sliding cock, Ian's cock spear seemed to swell with rhythmic pulsations. With a harsh cry, Rick shoved his cock up into the churning depths and yielded to the almost painful spasms of ecstasy that accompanied each spurt of his semen against the woman's convulsing womb. To his own ejaculatory pleasure was added the external thrill of Ian's cock prong against his own, and Marla's frantic manipulation of her vaginal muscles as she tried to reach another climax. Before she could make it, Rick pulled his prick out of her clenching pussy, spilling the last feeble spurt of his come onto Ian's balls. He rolled aside, stretching himself on the rug and staring at the two naked bodies, Marla still feeding her big breast into Ian's mouth, and grinding her fevered snatch against his expended cock. "You can finish up on his dick, Marla," Rick murmured. "That's not an order, by the way. You can get up and leave, if you want to." Marla lifted her torso, tugging her breast from Ian's greedy lips. Her face was a mask of lusty emotions, the mouth drawn tightly against clenched teeth, and the eyes half-closed with the violence of her own need. She stared at Rick hungrily and nodded. "Yes!" she whispered as she lifted her body off Rick and her hands sought the cream-smeared hardness of Ian's cock, holding it in position as she fitted her dripping cunt over its still-engorged head. With a luxurious sigh, she impaled herself on the rearing shaft, groaning with delight as the meaty knob slid up onto that hungry maw to supply the frictioning she needed for her aborted climax. Beneath her, his hands urging her hips to begin their promising play, Ian welcomed the coupling by shoving his pelvis up to impale her more firmly on his joint. "I'm getting hard again!" Ian growled. "My God! I've never come this hard three times in a row!" Marla began a slow grinding of her lush hips, working her cunt in a delightful massage of his throbbing prick. Slowly, she added a slight lifting and lowering that increased in length and frequency as the cock regained its full stiffness. She licked her lips and began fucking him with a determined hunching that made Ian cry out with ecstasy. "Looks like you're going to come again for the fourth time, Ian," Rick said. Rick's laughter blended with their throaty moans as Marla's cunt exploded in the climax she had been seeking, and Ian slammed his hips up to hilt his prick in her convulsing depths, unable to reach his own orgasm, but pistoning the woman's pussy into a second come almost before the first had subsided. Ian turned a perspiring face toward Rick, his eyes pleading as he panted, "Can I get on top?" "Be my guest," Rick grunted. "Give her a real workout." With a flurry of arms and legs, the two bodies managed a reversal of position without disengaging the stiff cock, and Marla drew the man down between her thighs with a cry of joy. Her mouth opened under his kiss, and she wrapped her legs high about his waist as he began hammering his prick in and out of the snug sheath that nibbled and chewed the sliding hardness that plumbed its juicy corridor. "Fuck her, Ian," Rick exclaimed emcouragingly. His prick was stiffening again, aroused by the sight and sound of the fucking. Ian's ass, perfectly proportioned, rose and fell with a savage rhythm, levering the thick spear in and out of her fluttering labia, stretching and stroking the delicate vaginal walls that yielded repeated surges of slippery juice to bathe his meaty piston. Marla had her eyes closed, and both arms about Ian's body. Her ass, lifted by her legs scissoring Ian's waist, shook and bucked in response to the deep probing of her hungry snatch. Beneath Ian's swaying balls, her anus winked convulsively, the brown circlet pushing in and out with the flexing of her happy cunt. A slimy mixture of her juices and the semen Rick had pumped into her belly had been forced from her pussy lips to coat her perineum and the cleft of her magnificent ass. Without hesitation, Rick rose to his knees and positioned himself behind Ian, making him jerk violently when he laid one hand on the pounding hips. "Relax, Ian," Rick murmured. "Just spread your knees a little. I'm gonna pack her asshole while you take care of that snatch." His buttocks clenching, Ian shifted his legs, and Rick moved in between them, shoving the head of his prick beneath the man's heavy scrotum to press it firmly against Marla's winking anus. "No!" she wailed, trying to unhook her legs from Ian's hips, but finding them blocked by Rick's powerful hands. She felt the pressure increase, and twisted her hips in one last effort to evade the determined hardness that was stretching her anal opening into a circle of quivering tissue about its invading knob. Once again, Ian felt his friend's throbbing cock move against his tightening balls, and he buried his own prick more deeply in the churning sheath of Marla's cunt, making her grunt as his pubic arch slammed against her clitoral notch. Rick found her asshole slick and tight - just perfect. Ian's cock filled the adjacent channel, compressing the slippery corridor into which the second cock was slowly forcing its heart-shaped head. Marla was helpless to prevent the invasion, for her body was trapped beneath Ian's weight, and his prick held her ass captive for Rick's powerful thrust. She screamed as the big cock popped through the resistance of her anal muscles, and bored up into her flexing depths, filling her asshole with its throbbing heat. She felt her vagina clamp more firmly about Ian's joint, tightened by the pulsating invader that drove deeper and deeper into her. Once the head cleared her sphincter, the discomfort vanished, and Marla was aware of only the pleasurable friction of the two pricks in her body, providing a sense of completeness she had never before experienced, and sending her hips into a wildly hunching climax that blended ecstasy with the knowledge that she was providing pleasure for two lusty males, each one bent on emptying his seminal reservoir into her churning flesh. Rick experienced a rush of hot juices about his cock, and the muscles of that receptive canal rippled their convulsive embrace about the throbbing hardness. Eagerly, he began pumping the juicy hole, slamming his taut belly against Ian's buttocks with each delightful stroke. Ian, caught between the two bodies, could manage only a short pistoning of his buried cock. But he could feel each movement of Rick's prick against his swollen ventral vein, and the delicious spasming of that juicy vagina as it raced from climax to climax with the continued probing of its companion channel. "You're making me come myself to death!" Marla wailed, her eyes rolling and her speech slurred by the exquisite shudders that roared through her grinding pelvis to spread throughout her straining body. She reached past her Ian's shoulders, groping for Rick, but discovering her arms could not find him. Her hands moved lower, clasping Ian's waist and examining the undulating muscles that levered his prick in and out of her cunt. She touched the tensing buttocks, and felt Rick's belly slam against her fingers. Forcing her tits up against Ian's chest, she captured the hips that pounded her straining ass, pulling them closer, and urging the prick into a fierce jabbing that made her gasp with its violence and the gut-wrenching pleasure. Three bodies were caught up in the whirlwind of lust generated by the rhythmic frictioning of passion-engorged flesh and thirsty female tissue. Grunts and throaty moans accompanied the squishing sound of the two cocks as they slid in and out, faster and harder. Ian came with a groan of ecstasy, shooting his hot sperm into the convulsing cunt with little jabs of his spurting prick, and the orgasmic shudders were felt by Rick's ramrod as it bored deep into Marla's ass to spill its fiery tribute in the hungry anus. Marla's scream was blocked by Ian's tongue in a demanding kiss, and she could only work her hips as the two men drenched her insides with their semen. Her pussy squeezed and churned in retaliatory orgasm, and her anal canal became a vacuuming sheath of hot, juicy muscles that stripped Rick's cock of the last drop of that soothing ball- juice she needed so desperately. Feeling his cock exploding, Rick pulled roughly out of Marla's ass and then roughly reached for Ian's buttocks. Ian cried out in surprise when Rick pulled the taut butt cheeks apart roughly but he was too caught up in his climax to fight Rick off. Rick pressed his cock crown against Ian's hairy ass pucker and penetrated deep enough so that his entire crown was buried in Ian's virgin ass. He threw his head back and shouted his orgasm as the rest of his ejaculate rushed into Ian's ass. The lubrication of his semen in Ian's unbelievably hot ass only made him harder despite his powerful orgasm, and he gripped Ian's ass as he forced another inch of his cock deeper. "No!" Ian screamed as he tried to buckle his buttocks and throw Rick off, but his actions only caused Rick's cock to sink inside deeper. "You promised," he gasped. "Yeah? I lied," Rick told him. "Hold him tight, Marla," he ordered Marla who was laughing at Ian's humiliation. "Come on, babe, let's show Mr Fucking Arrogant here who's boss." FIVE Marla was only eager to oblige, knowing now who was the one with all the power in the bedroom. She tightened her hips around Ian as she pressed him to her chest and Rick bore down, his muscular body pinning the man down and trapping Ian between himself and Marla. Ian cursed but Rick noticed that he stopped fighting when Rick began pumping that man. "Fuck you, Rick!" Ian gasped, unable to slow the instinctive grinding of his own hips. "I'm gonna get you for this. I'm... shit, I'm gonna come!" He grunted when Rick's strong arms slowed his movements, his body twisting to turn them over on the yielding mattresses. Marla quickly adjusted her legs, clamping them about his upper body as Ian's settled his hips between her sweat-streaked thighs, his prick stirring the clenching channel of her pussy. Rick's chest massaged his back and Rick's hard belly slapped savagely against his buttocks in a rhythm with which Ian was rapidly becoming familiar. His cock, seeming to grow larger with each thrust of Rick's cock, speared Marla's cunt with delicious force, stretching the vaginal walls and frictioning her pulsing labia until she felt still another violent climax shuddering inside her heaving belly. Recognizing the sudden increase in Ian's action and the powerful clamping of the ass muscles about his prong, Rick drove his cock in and out more rapidly, shortening the strokes and pounding her womb with the plunging head of his massive cock. His timing was perfect. The first hot spurt of his thick semen blasted into Ian just as Ian's own cock blasted into Marla. Rick jammed his cock hard between Ian's parted pucker and bent forward over the man's muscular back as he felt his throbbing cock ease into Ian's slick anal passage, sliding up into the undulating grip until his balls were jammed tightly against Ian's and his belly was pressed against the sweet curve of Ian's high and taunt butt cheeks. He licked Ian's bare shoulder, tasting the man's supple skin and thrusting his cock deeper into his flexing anus. His arms went around Ian and his fingers clutched at the man's firm pectorals, pinching the erect nipples until Ian's ass squeezed his shaft in unspoken submission. Even as Ian began fucking Marla again, Rick grabbed Ian's thighs, pulling the wet ass down over his cock like a hot glove, and he grunted with excitement and joy as the ass claimed him all the way down the shaft until the hairs of Ian's ass slit tickled the thick base of his prick. "Ease up," Ian whispered. "Rick, move up a little - I'm gonna fuck Marla's ass." Rick obliged, withdrawing his cock reluctantly just enough for Ian to lift himself off Marla and adjusted himself so that his cock could now press against the tight hole of her ass. Marla's sigh was followed by a groan of pain as Ian's knob snapped through her sphincter, but the groan became a whimper of ecstasy as the hardness slid up into her undulating colon to begin a rhythmic massage of that delicate corridor, increasing the depth of its penetration with each slippery plunge. Her fingers gripped Ian's head as he pushed deeper into her anus, and she found herself lost in the bliss of Ian's raw fucking. It was Rick's initial pressure that tumbled the trio sideways, but only lust could prevent the loss of contact during the brief descent. One cock still fluttering in pulsating female ass, and another cock throbbingly hilted in hotly flexing male ass, they lay with bodies moving more freely on the resilient mattresses. Fucking the whimpering Marla with satisfying thrusts, Ian employed his hands on her breasts, squeezing and twisting the swollen nipples as his cock rode in and out of her tight asshole, lingering just inside the strained circle to enjoy the powerful clutch of her spasming sphincter muscles. Rick, with his cockhead buried deeply inside Ian's convulsing ass, ground his hairy scrotum against his friend bobbing buttocks, feeling the rise in his balls as they prepared for another powerful blast of his potent ejaculate. "Like it, bitch?" Ian panted. His ass rose and fell more rapidly, his prick spearing Marla's ass and his testicles slapping wetly against her wriggling anal cleft. "Yes!" she whimpered, arms shifting and fingers clawing at his arched back. "Oh, dear God! Yes! Don't ever stop!" His prick seemed to drive deeper, as though seeking to force its swollen tip inside her rectum, and she pushed her hips higher in eagerness. The fingers in her hair brought a pain that became pleasure as another come began building in her steaming cunt. "Beg for it!" he hissed, hearing the squish and gurgle as his cock pistoned through her fluttering asshole. "Beg for more of my dick!" Beyond reason, Marla pleaded, gasping the words between sharp cries of ecstasy, using every obscenity she could dredge from her whirling brain. Her legs climbed higher on his arched back, scissoring and urging. Her hips twisted and pumped, milking the plunging cock and caressing it with juicy fingers of tingling cunt- flesh. There was no longer any control in the men's spearing jabs. Rick was driven wild by Ian's fucking the woman and it was obvious that Ian was spurred on by the pleasure pooling in his own ass as Rick raped him. Rick was racing toward his own satisfaction, preparing to spill his roiling sperm into Ian's convulsing orifice that sent the pre-orgasmic shudders of ecstasy back into his loaded ball. He settled for short stabbing thrusts, fucking Ian hard that brought an answering grunt from Ian's lips. Then, he could no longer control himself and he surrendered to the hot suction and milking muscles of Ian's voracious male cunt. "Fill me, baby!" came Marla's tortured whimper of lust. "Shoot that cream to me!" Ecstasy swirled in Ian's balls, liquefied and thundered through the length of his hilted prick, spurting in thick globs into the mouth of her churning ass. His buttocks flexed with the repeated shudders of his come. All three of them screamed in their shared climax that whirled out of control, lost in a maelstorm of lust and a climax so powerful that they could only shudder at its power. "Are you angry with me?" Ian turned to glower at Rick as the other man walked into the shower the next morning. "What the fuck do you think?" he snapped. "Don't pretend that you hated it," Rick told him. "I was there. I felt you come as hard as I did." Ian swung his fist and Rick didn't move, letting himself be hit by the man. Falling from the blow, he remained on the floor. He touched his nose - he was bleeding. "You deserve that," Ian said angrily. "You tricked me and used me. I gave you a great birthday gift and you took advantage to rape me." "Sorry," Rick said meekly as he looked up at Ian. "Is that all you can say?" Ian demanded furiously. "I can suck your dick and make you feel better," Rick suggested. "Or if you like, we can forget that last night ever happened and live like we used to do." "Fuck off." "Come on, Ian, don't be a baby." Rick walked up to Ian and rubbed his hand along the man's back soothingly. "If you don't like what we did, we won't do it again." Ian cursed foully and turned to face Rick. "Get down and suck my dick," he ordered. "If you're good, I'll forgive you this time." Rick grinned insolently at him. He would have no problems getting Ian to forgive him. None indeed as Ian gripped Rick's shoulder for balance when his knees gave out the moment Rick slowly laved his tongue along the sensitized tip, along the slit, taking his time to savor the taste of Ian's hot meat on his tongue. It didn't take long for Ian to lose control and pour himself into Rick's mouth, and Rick had barely swallowed every drop before he was pressed against the wall and Ian was roughly fucking him in the ass. "I forgive you," Ian gasped as he came hard inside Rick's educated ass. "And I bet you know all along that I will, you bastard." Rick could only laugh as Ian scowled at him. But soon Ian was laughing with him and they helped soap each other in the shower, last night's shattering of the barrier between them now allowing them to touch and explore each other's bodies to their heart's content. Ian never stopped exploring and touching in the days after, as was his nature to induge fully to the excess each vice he had. He was eager to learn all Rick had to teach him, being an enthusiastic bottom as much as he was an eager and dominating top. He wanted to do anything and everything. He set sail and in the privacy of their yacht, his cock and asshole were so often begging for Rick's attention that Rick often felt that the boundaries between their bodies had blurred and he didn't know where he ended and Ian began anymore. Ian anchored his yacht at his marina club at Monaco and took Rick to see the sights. They won five thousand dollars at the casinos, which Ian wasted on flowers and wine on Rick. They took a train up to Tuscany, Rick not knowing whether to laugh or cry when Ian spun a wild tale of how they were married for ten years to two fellow gay and happily married passengers. Ian made Rick laugh until his tears fell and exasperate him until he wasn't sure whether to kill Ian or to kiss him. He could fall in love with Ian. He was a fool not to, for Ian was handsome, rich, and willing to indulge Rick in anything he wanted. He was a fool to, for Ian was never part of Rick's world and Rick hated men like Ian. He just wanted to use Ian, enjoy Ian's money and sex, and leave the man on his own terms. But it was that night a month later, when Rick woke up from a sex- sated sleep to find himself alone in the bed of the house Ian owned in Tuscany, that he learned the unthinkable had happened. Ian stood against the railing of the balcony, nude and beautiful bathed in moonlight, facing the bedroom and looking at Rick. "I love you," he said when Rick woke up to look at him sleepily. "Very funny," Rick murmured. "No, I'm serious, Rick. I've never felt like this before, but during these last few weeks when you're with me, I feel so... so... at peace with myself," Ian said. "At first I thought it was just the setting, so I took us to Monaco, to Spain, to Italy, but it's still the same. It's you, Rick, that make me feel this way." And being Ian, he continued, "So I want us to be married." "I... no," Rick said. It shocked him how hard it was to say no. The very effort seemed to drain him of all his strength and will. Did he love Ian? He couldn't. Love made one weak and vulnerable to being used. He should be happy that Ian deluded himself to be in love with Rick. Rick could leave now and leave Ian a broken man. Only, Rick realized with horror, he might be the more broken man from this farce of a relationship. "I can't do this," he whispered and grabbed his clothes. He gave Ian an apologetic look and fled the room. "Yes, you can," Ian exclaimed. He fell heavily onto Rick and they both lay on the floor, looking at each other. "I am rich and I am gorgeous. I fuck like a pro. Shouldn't you be overjoyed that I chose you to share my life?" Ian asked, playfully rubbing his legs against Rick's as he teased Rick's chest with his finger. "Are you sure?" Rick asked him. "Do you love me?" Ian asked him instead. "I think I do," Rick told him. There, he'd said it. "Then yes, I'm sure," Ian said. His arms released Rick, and Rick missed the feel of those powerful muscles against him. "Okay, let's get married," Rick agreed. He felt Ian's lips travel downward towards his left erect male nipple, Ian deliberately pausing as he reached the wine-dark bud. Rick's hands tangled themselves through Ian's thick hair, urging him to kiss his way down until Ian's wet tongue flicked at the crown of Rick's cock. Ian inhaled the delicate musk of Rick's narrow anal pucker, finding the scent pleasing, and a fresh twinge of need surged through Rick. His body jerked in response to Ian's hot tongue that licked upward through the tender slit of his ass, its tip just touching the entrance, before Ian moved higher to lick wetly against Rick's testicles. "Oh, Ian!" he whimpered, his thighs tensing on Ian's shoulders to wiggle his excited hips. His buttocks clenched repeatedly as Ian's tongue slid into his anal groove, pressing more firmly than before. "Oh shit!" His ass bucked wildly when Ian thrust the warm, wriggling tip of his tongue into Rick's ass. His thighs clamped Ian's head and he shoved his crotch violently against Ian's mouth. Thrills, more wonderful than he had ever imagined, coursed through the palpitating corridor of his as he writhed in ecstasy. "Now, it's my turn," Ian said in a gentle tone. Rick gasped at the sudden pressure between his thighs, at the dimension of the huge cock head that rubbed its throbbing bulk up and down through the slippery furrow of his aching ass. Ian forced the head of his cock upward, grinding it again Rick's narrow and hairy furrow, and Rick's pelvis bucked and he cried out at the delightful sensations in that resulted. A fresh rivulet of preseminal lubricant emerged from Ian's cock slit, bathing the big knob as it slid downward through the plump furrow, caressing the fluttering muscled ring protecting Rick's ass, but resisting Rick's torrid invitation. "Ah!" The cry from Rick blasted the momentary silence as Ian's pelvis finally hurtled forward and downward, plunging his prick deep into Rick. To Rick, it felt as though the cock was driving up into his throat, stretching and filling his ass until he was certain his belly would explode from the throbbing pressure of that huge, wonderful prick. No sooner had Ian forced the full seven inches into Rick's ass, he was pulling the cock out again, driving it back with a violence that slapped his heavy balls against Rick's quivering buttocks with a noisy squish. "Oh, shit, baby!" Ian grunted, his ass hammering fiercely between Rick's tensed thighs. "I can't hold it!" His prick raced in and out of Rick's abused anus with increasing speed. He had intended to drag the fuck out, making it last long enough to give Rick several orgasms before spilling his load into his greedy male snatch. But he hadn't reckoned on the unbelievable goodness of the juicy ass that nibbled and undulated around his cock with torrid muscles. Nor had he anticipated the incredible gyrations of the other man's pelvis, a movement that tightened the slippery channel about his prick with a friction too delightful to resist. He rammed the swollen cock in and out with furious thrusts, feeling the bloated head bang harshly against the spongy tissues of Rick's rectum, pushing that organ upward as the cock filled Rick entirely with its throbbing length. And Rick grunted each time the prick speared him entirely, his ass pushing up to insure the maximum depth of that agonizingly delicious penetration. He felt Ian's juice-smeared balls slide against his ass, and his buttocks clenched as if seeking to trap those sperm- laden nuts. As the prick slid outward, he tightened his anal muscles around its enormous girth, flexing the muscles in an instinctive rippling that made Ian groan with ecstasy and fuck him even harder. Ian's strokes shortened and became more savage, the prick slamming deep inside Rick and boring into the depths of his rectum. The hairy pelvic ridge hammered against Rick's pelvic bone with a loud smash with each hammering, and their scrotums dragged and collided heavily with each savage thrusting of their hips. Above his whimpering cries, Rick heard the slap of their hard muscled bellies and the wet sucking sound of Ian's pistoning prick moving out of his ass. He knew that Ted was about to come. Within seconds, Ian's cock would spill its thick, warm semen inside Rick's ass. So Rick fucked Ian back, gasping in wonder at the increasingly powerful sensations that washed through his spasming anus. His mouth gaped, lips drawn back in a strained grimace of ecstasy, and then Ian's mouth, wet and warm, claimed his, and Rick sucked the writhing tongue that drove between his teeth, bathing it in his own saliva. Ian groaned, a helpless sound that signaled the release of his boiling sperm. Rick's body shuddered with delicious anticipation, wiggling his ass in a vicious gyrating motion as he felt Ian's prick stretch his ass with its increasingly thicker girth and jerk savagely against the straining anal walls. Hot and wet, Ian's come spurted into Rick's rectum, flooding the burning depths and spilling out onto their thighs and balls. Spurts after spurts flooded the expanded tissues, forced back along the passageway until their joined crotches were bathed in their fluids. Each wave of semen sent a powerful tremor through Rick's well-packed ass, a tremor of overwhelming pleasure that had him pressing his heels into the senstive cleft of Ian's tensed buttocks and his ass grinding furiously to milk all he could from Ian's powerful cock. Every nerve in his body was on fire from the heat of that liquid explosion inside her convulsing anus, and Rick realized that all his previous experiences in sex had been little more than pleasant interludes. Ian was the real thing. And clutching Ian's shuddering body, he tried to milk the last drop of Ian's delicious juices until Ian could only cry out Rick's name brokenly and collapse in exhaustion on top of Rick. "I love you," Ian whispered as they lay there on the floor. "I know," Rick told him. He reached for Ian's hand and squeezed it. "Good. Thanksgiving may be awkward since you will be sharing the dinner table with both me and my father, and maybe Christmas will too - " "Wait a minute. You're going to see your parents?" "I want to thank my father for sending you to me," Ian said mischievously. "And I want him to know that if he bothers me again I will inform Mom of what he did with you." Rick laughed and Ian joined him before silencing him with a tender kiss. Ian lifted Rick to the bed, and he was still laughing when he lay back and spread his legs and Rick covered him for a little payback.