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Author: Thinking Horndog
Title: The Pact:  Episode 1 -- The Elegant Solution
Part: 45 of 53
Universe: The Pact
Summary: In the summer between their Junior and Senior years of high school
three young men make a pact to handle their sexual supply problems by
seducing each other's mothers.
Content: group ir MMF MM oral rim anal 1st

The Pact:  Episode 1 -- The Elegant Solution

Chapter 45

        Fred sat in his truck, remembering the events that led to his
peculiar interest in 'the other thing'...

        It was a big group, fairly well organized, with a decent mix of
males and females and a nice place to go -- a local gym rented itself out
for private parties.  There was more to it than that, undoubtedly -- they
had mattresses instead of just mats, and things were organized into
different areas in a way that said that the gym owner was undoubtedly a
member -- but so what?  Fred and Louise got an invitation via a friend in
another group and paid a small initiation fee; there was an interview
process, too, but they were already in a couple of groups, so they sailed
through.

        Fred liked it; once you got your clothes off and started wandering,
a lot of female eyes followed you looking for a big, black dick.  You could
insert yourself just about anywhere, too, which was good and bad, in Fred's
opinion.  The first weekly meeting was hot because they were new; the second
tailed off a bit -- but there was still plenty to go around; some of the
bitches seemed to welcome having more than one dick at a time, too.  On the
third trip, he and Louise were cruising one of the locker rooms when a hot
little brunette reached up and grabbed his dick; he glanced at Louise, but
she was also being hauled on by a chick on the other side of the bench from
him, so they agreed using eye-contact to go separate ways...  He got into a
sixty-nine with the little bitch that went on until he realized she was
sitting upright on his face, so the mouth on his cock couldn't be hers...
He boosted her up and took a look, and the head he saw the top of had a crew
cut.

        Fred wanted to freak, but the dude gave hellacious head; Fred just
couldn't tear himself away -- so he used the brunette as an excuse, reaming
her until she bounced up to kiss him while taking a dick, doggie-style.  At
that point, Fred couldn't ignore things.

        The dude figured out he was made, probably from Fred's stomach
muscles tightening up as he raised up to look, so he looked up and grinned.
"You gonna freak on me?  This is an open group..."

        "I'm straight, Man."

        "Your dick isn't," the dude replied.  "It was lovin' it."  He
glanced around.  "Chicks can't give great head -- they don't know how it
FEELS..."

        "You're right about that!" the brunette panted, rubbing Fred's chest
while another dude long-stroked her.  "You guys suck at eating pussy, too,
usually -- although YOU did a pretty good job!"

        "Then why don't YOU come eat mine?" some chunky chick with mouse-
brown hair whined, "Since you took away my source of dick..."  The brunette
grinned, shrugged, and turned to stick her face in the other woman's hairy
muff, and Fred found himself at loose ends.

        "Come on," Brush Cut waved, grinning, "Let me show you some of the
rest of the facilities."  Fred looked around, shrugged, and got up to follow
as the guy led him away.

        They'd been in the Women's Locker Room when they started; Brush Cut
led Fred to the Men's via Women's Showers, the Steam Room and the Men's
Showers that separated them.  "The Steam Room is co-ed," he said
conversationally as they passed through, "But management recognized the
right to privacy in some areas, so each sex has their own sauna..."  They
arrived before the door, and Brush Cut ushered Fred inside.

        Fred had been in saunas before; someone had turned this one down a
bit, but it was still hot.  It was also small, probably only comfortable for
about four people.  Once inside, Brush Cut flipped the latch.  "That ensures
privacy, when you want it..."  The place was empty but for the two of them.
"Sure, there is a window," he added, "but it is generally fogged, and it's a
lot brighter out there than it is in here."

        "Okay..." Fred said nervously.  "So now what?"

        Brush Cut shrugged.  "You seemed nervous about being seen with my
lips around your dick, so I thought I'd take you somewhere private while I
showed you a few things about how it's done."  With that, he dropped to his
knees and engulfed Fred's meat.

        Fred put his hand on Brush Cut's head to push him away -- but found
that he couldn't do it; the dude had a magic mouth!  In no time, Fred found
that he was tugging on the guy's head instead of pushing him away.  The dude
backed off, grinning, "See?  Chicks can't compete.  Watch this!"  Brush Cut
collected Fred's dick, re-oriented a bit, and swallowed him!

        Fred's eyes bugged out; the feel of it was incredible -- not to
mention the sight!  Brush Cut managed to grin around his dick and went back
to a 'standard' suck -- which was plenty to get Fred's balls boiling.  When
Brush Cut started playing with his ball sack, Fred let go, howling, and
Brush Cut just swallowed the stuff.  When it was over, Brush Cut got up,
said, "I'll see you around," and walked out, leaving the door open.

        Nobody was looking when Fred slunk out of there; he stayed away from
anything too hot until he'd recovered somewhat, then made sure he got two
more nuts from strange pussies before the evening was out -- but the
incident worked on him...

        Fred promised himself that he wouldn't get caught up with that kind
of thing again, but he was pronging some bitch doggie at the next party when
he looked up to find Brush Cut grinning at him from the door.  The little
bitch was selfish -- getting hers, then crawling off him to go blow some
other guy, probably her old man -- so Fred was suddenly at loose ends when
Brush Cut motioned him to follow with a nod of his head.

        Three minutes later, they were back at the sauna; Brush Cut grinned,
"I missed you," as he sank to his knees and started working Fred's meat.  It
was the same as last time -- too good to say no to, no matter how
embarrassing it was.  This time, however, Brush Cut didn't finish him;
instead, he got him going strong, then backed off.  "Now you try."

        "Hey, I don't wanna do that shit..."

        "Why not?  Afraid you'll get seen?  This is an open group -- nobody
would give you any shit, anyway.  Besides, we're private here, remember?"
But Fred just grimaced and waved him off.

        "Suit yourself."  Brush Cut settled back to jack himself, leaving
Fred VERY aroused and missing that mouth...  "Want me to jack you?"

        "I want you to finish up!" Fred groused, but he accepted the hand
that enclosed his dick and started pumping.

        "So, you're a taker?  You don't give anything?" Brush Cut taunted.
"You won't get much around here like that..."  His eyes challenged Fred.
"Jack me -- you can do THAT can't you?"

        Fred felt guilty enough to overcome his reluctance and reach out to
take Brush Cut's cock in his hand, but he was sheepish.  "Look, Man," Brush
Cut pointed out, "It's just you and me -- we're private here.  Besides, like
I said, nobody would give you shit, anyway!  Relax!"

        Fred had never done anything like this -- but it wasn't killing him,
apparently.  Brush Cut's cock was a little smaller than his, curved a bit
more, and was VERY hard.  Fred jacked it, getting familiar with it while
enjoying Brush Cut's hands on his own dick; somehow, when it wasn't you
jerking off, it was better -- and the idea of giving someone else pleasure
had a certain appeal.

        They did each other in silence for a bit, then Brush Cut offered,
"I'll suck you some more -- but you've at least got to give it a try..."
Fred opened his mouth to express his reluctance, but Brush Cut leaned over
and started sucking again.

        Brush Cut brought Fred to the edge -- and let it slip away -- two
separate times before he popped up, "Now you try."

        "Dammit, I..."

        "You agreed," Brush Cut insisted.  Of course, Fred hadn't -- but he
hadn't pushed the man away, either -- so now he was stuck with his tacit
acceptance.  He glanced guiltily up at the door, but the window was clear of
any observers.  "I'll finish you, if you do it," Brush Cut sweetened the
deal.

        "Okay," Fred grunted.  Kneeling on the floorboards, he moved up
close.  Brush Cut's cock had been weeping pre-cum on his hand for some time
while he jacked it; close up, Fred could smell the stuff, and he figured
that the taste wouldn't be any fun.  Still, he was in, whether he wanted to
be or not...  Reluctantly, he rolled his lips over the fat purple head.

        "Aahhhh!" Brush Cut moaned.  "Shit, that's great!  I knew you could
do it!  Work it some for me!  You know what it needs -- we all do..."

        Fred was discovering that pre-cum wasn't exactly poisonous; it might
not be the greatest thing he'd ever tasted, but it wasn't bad.  More
confident, he bobbed up and down a few times on Brush Cut's meat, running
his lips up and down the shaft and working his tongue on the underside.
"How's that?"

        "Great, Man!  Come on, I was on you for a looong time..." Brush Cut
coaxed.

        "Remember what you promised!" Fred warned.

        "Yeah, yeah, no problem!" Brush Cut agreed.  "Yeah, that's it!  Up
and down, make those lips work for you!  Yeah!  Use the tongue!  There!
Yeah!  I TOLD you that you knew what needs doing!"

        Sometime in the next couple of minutes, Fred realized to his
embarrassment that he was into what he was doing.  He had Brush Cut hissing
and moaning and squirming and it was, well, fun!  Still, it wouldn't do to
give the fucker the idea he was getting over...  He backed off, settling on
his ass.  "So, how was that?"

        "Aw, c'mon, Man!  You had me right there!  Finish me off, willya?
I'll show you a trick..." Brush Cut whined.

        "Yeah, what?"

        "I'm not telling -- but it'll blow the top of your head right off!"
Brush Cut insisted.

        "Awright..." Fred went back at it.  Thirty seconds later, Brush Cut
grabbed his head and Fred found himself fighting a losing battle against
taking a load in his mouth.  He didn't have a proper grip or a decent place
to push; while he was still floundering, Brush Cut's cock pulsed his jizz
onto Fred's tongue.  Released, Fred hopped up spitting, fighting mad, "You
sumbitch!"

        "Hey, okay!  Sorry!  I sucked yours!  How come you're always ducking
out?"

        "You didn't fucking warn me!" Fred howled.

        "Did you?" Brush Cut retorted.  "I seem to remember you just blowing
a load down my throat!  Besides, surely you knew it was coming!"

        "You didn't have to hold me down!" Fred ranted -- but Brush Cut just
looked at him.  'Shit,' Fred realized, 'I didn't let HIM up!'  "Awright -- I
was surprised, okay?  I wasn't thinking about it."  He sat.  "You gonna do
me?"

        "Are you gonna hold my head down?" Brush Cut retorted acidly.

        "I... Okay, forget it, okay?  I'm sorry -- I overreacted.  Awright?"
Fred's dick was tool steel; somehow, the fact that there were probably
fifteen pieces of pussy right outside the door who could take care of him
had slipped his mind, too.

        "Yeah, sorry, I forgot you were a newby.  You do such an incredible
job..."  Brush Cut knelt up and went to work on Fred's aching meat.  Fred
basked in the compliment -- until he realized that he was being complimented
on his skill as a cocksucker.  Even then, it was sort of an
accomplishment...  Soon, Brush Cut had him on the ropes again; it was
something no cunt had ever managed in a blow job -- he seemed to have an
instinct for when Fred was on the cusp -- and he would back off and prolong
things, driving Fred crazy!  Backing off, Brush Cut asked, "Are you ready
for the trick?"

        "Yeah, sure!"  It was supposed to be incredible...

        "Okay, flop back some and scoot your ass over the edge.  Look,
you're gonna have to trust me..." Brush Cut admonished at Fred's dubious
look.  "It's no problem if you don't want it...  Spread your legs -- I need
to get at your ass."  That got him another look, but Brush Cut waggled his
currently limp dick, "C'mon!  I'm gonna get THIS in THERE?  Trust me!"

        "Awright," Fred spread his legs and scooted down -- and felt Brush
Cut's finger at his asshole.  Brush Cut just looked at him, jacking him
until he settled back -- but Fred wasn't letting anything pass his
bunghole...

        "Pull your legs up, Man -- I've got an idea," Brush Cut offered.
Fred reluctantly grabbed his knees, then got the surprise of his life as
Brush Cut started tonguing his asshole!  Surprise changed to pleasure --
this was pretty cool!  Fred settled back, enjoying the hand jacking his cock
and the tongue probing his asshole -- and it did the trick; Fred relaxed and
started taking the tongue through his bung, enjoying the feel of the hot,
wet flesh.

        "Man, is this the surprise?" Fred asked.  "It's fuckin' great!"

        "No, it's the preparation..." Brush Cut murmured.  In a moment, his
tongue was replaced by a finger that wormed up Fred's asshole, taking
advantage of the relaxation the tongue work had produced in Fred's
sphincter.

        "Hey!" Fred grunted, but Brush Cut had again lowered his mouth on
Fred's cock, so after an initial glare, Fred subsided.  Brush Cut started
going to town on his dick, bringing Fred's charge up...  After a bit, Fred
more or less forgot about the finger -- it was in there and it wasn't
moving, and apparently It wasn't gonna get added to...

        But then it DID move, feeling around -- and Fred discovered an
INCREDIBLE urgency!  "YAAAAAAAHHHH!" he howled, going stiff as a board while
his dick gushed into Brush Cut's mouth.

        Brush Cut made a point of opening his mouth to display Fred's jizz
before swallowing, then chuckling, "I TOLD you it would blow your head off!"

        Fred struggled up on his elbows, "Yeah, wow!  What the fuck?"

        "Prostate massage, Man. I tickled the gland that makes your dick
hard, and it liked it..." Brush Cut explained.

        "Shit, I guess!" Fred grunted.

        Brush Cut grinned.  "I'll leave you some for pussy," he announced,
rising and walked out, waving vaguely.  "Thanks for the suck..."

        At that point, Fred was hooked; Brush Cut was apparently right --
bitches just didn't get it.  Subsequent efforts at training brought some of
his female sex partners -- notably Louise -- a mastery of the techniques,
but they lacked a feel for what he was going through -- a feel that would
allow them to tease him and extend his pleasure, rather than fighting just
to get there.

        The next party found him more or less waiting for Brush Cut to
arrive; instead of filling the activity into an open spot in his calendar,
Fred held off, passing up two different bitches to save his first load for
his male partner.  When Brush Cut DID show up, Fred went right over to him,
shaking hands and greeting him -- and finally discovering that his name was
Greg.  Greg grinned at him and played up, and they headed for the sauna
again.

        This time, they didn't fart around; Greg put some towels down on the
bench and stretched out on it, then said, "Climb on top and we'll do a
sixty-nine."  Fred didn't quibble -- he did as he was asked, and was soon
happily sucking and bobbing on Greg's curved cock while Greg lipped his meat
from below.

        Greg got his finger in Fred's ass pretty quickly, too -- but he
didn't just set Fred off.  Instead, he teased Fred's gland just enough to be
pleasurable without making him blow his wad right away.  At Greg's gasped
insistence, Fred went looking for Greg's prostate and found it, learning
what to do to tease the most pleasure out of it.  And when Greg surged up
and blew his load, Fred took it in and swallowed without complaint.

        When they were relaxing on the bench after Fred got his own nut,
Fred asked, "How come I never heard of this prostate thing?  Can bitches do
it?"

        "Sure," Greg replied.  "With training, anyone can.  Hookers know all
about it and treat it as an add-on -- although some of them might give it to
you for free, because you'll shoot your load quicker and they can get back
to hunting for their next customer that much sooner."  He rubbed his hand
over his stubbly haircut, "You don't seem to have much respect for women..."

        "Yah, well, most of 'em are only good for one thing -- and you have
to kowtow to 'em to get it -- putting up with their stupid shit..." Fred
grunted.  "Even marriage is a deal for them to get everything they want
while doling out pussy in dribs and drabs, mostly."

        Greg shook his head.  "Can't argue with that..."  He got up,
swatting Fred gently on the thigh.  "At least ours don't bitch when we get
some strange!  See you later..."  Then he was gone, leaving Fred to recover
for a bit longer, then wander out to get HIS strange...

        Fred and Louise were a bit late getting to the next party; Greg was
right there at the door, waiting for him.  Fred saw to it that Louise got a
dick stuck in her to keep her busy, then the pair headed off to the sauna.

        Greg parked Fred on the bench and blew him for a while, then raised
up.  "You know, the prostate thing has other advantages..."

        "Yeah?" Fred was ready for most anything, at this point.

        "Yeah.  You ever do a woman in the ass?"

        "Couple of times," Fred admitted.  "Most of 'em get all pissy..."

        "Yeah, well, they enjoy it some, but they aren't REALLY equipped, if
you know what I mean..."

        Fred frowned.  "No...  What DO you mean?"

        "I mean they don't have the gland in there, making it more fun."

        "Oh."  Fred wasn't sure where to go with that.

        Greg nursed his meat some more before looking up again, "Look, I've
got an itch that needs scratching, you know?  I need something bigger than a
finger..."

        Fred raised an eyebrow.  "You want it up the ass?"

        "Yeah," Greg admitted.  "I'll bend over and jerk off and you use
this pole of yours to tickle my gland..."

        "Won't that be fuckin' messy?"

        "I cleaned myself out before I came -- gave myself an enema.  Even
lubed things a bit..." Greg replied.

        "Well, awright.  What if I..."

        "Blow a wad in there?  Go ahead.  Hell, I want you to.  I'll get my
old lady to suck it out, later..."  Greg grinned from ear to ear.

        That thought appealed to Fred; soon he was pushing his cock through
Greg's bunghole.  It was tight, to start -- he might not have been able to
do it without Greg having lubed it a bit -- but soon he was all in and
moving freely.  Greg grunted and groaned, pulling his meat; Fred didn't know
whether he was loving it or in pain until Greg grunted, "Go ahead, get
yours.  If I'm too loose, swat me on the ass and I'll clench up some..."

        So Fred found himself banging away at a guy's ass...  It wasn't bad,
either -- Fred kind of figured that on the giving end, ass was ass.  On the
taking end, he couldn't guess, though -- although Greg seemed to feel that
guys had one up...  It took a while, but Fred got a nut, blowing his wad up
Greg's ass into his guts; Greg seemed fine with it, grunting, "Yeah, that
was good -- but I didn't finish.  Finish me?"  Given what he'd just done,
only an asshole would leave the poor fucker hanging, so Fred got down and
blew him, trying to do a good job.  It only took a little bit, so Fred
figured Greg must have been worked up, after all -- and he let it ride that
Greg held him down while he blew his nut in Fred's mouth; in fact, he took a
page from Greg's playbook and displayed his mouthful of Greg's jizz to him
before swallowing it.

        "So, that was good shit?" Fred asked, after the act was over and
Greg was getting his breath.

        "Yeah.  It's... hard to explain.  It's sort of being on the
receiving end, you know?  Like a bitch..."  Greg grinned, having
deliberately used Fred's standard nickname for the other sex.

        "You didn't pop a nut..." Fred murmured.

        "Well, no," Greg agreed.  "Sometimes you don't -- in fact, sometimes
your dick just goes totally limp -- but the feeling is there, anyway, just
as if you were rock hard and pounding it.  It's like everything is lit up
from your ass to the tip of your cock.  I've had it happen both ways; I've
blown a nut that way, too.  There is a mental component that's hard to
explain, but hey, you're having the gland poked, too, you know?"

        "Doesn't it tear your ass up?"

        "No.  Think about it -- you probably pass bigger things every time
you take a crap.  Sure, the door is supposed to be one way, but once it's
open...  Here, I'll show you..."

        "Hey, I didn't sign up for THAT!" Fred howled.

        "C'mon, I'm limp, Man!  Buck up, for Christ's sake!  I'll just use
two fingers!"  He winked, adding, "With a little tongue action to lube it
up, first..."  He got Fred organized, flopping back on the bench with his
knees up, got down and started rimming him.

        Fred loved that shit -- he vowed to make Louise do it -- often!  As
it was, Greg went long enough to get him to open up his asshole and get
spit-wet, then slid in a finger, "That's one..."  He ran it in and out,
letting Fred get used to it, then spat on his hand and pressed forward with
a second.

        "Easy!" Fred grunted, "Shit!"

        "It'll be okay, once it's lubed properly," Greg assured him and spat
some more.  "We ought to have some K-Y -- I'll remember, next time.  You
ought to think about getting an enema before coming out to party, too -- it
makes things a lot tastier and less messy..."

        "Yeah, yeah, whatever," Fred grunted -- like he was gonna take it...
But soon Greg had the two fingers up and running, and was hunting for Fred's
prostate on the out-stroke -- and Fred had to admit it felt pretty good.
The third finger was in there before Fred realized it; he gazed at Greg's
hand wide-eyed as he pushed the fingers in and out.

        "A little lube, and you'd be surprised," Greg grunted.  "I've seen
videos of guys who took it up to the elbow!"

        "Well, not me!" Fred grunted.

        "No, not like this -- no way.  We aren't here to get hurt.  Feel
good?  You got a boner again -- why don't you jack it?  Or I can blow
you..."

        Fred's answer was to offer his dick to the guy; Greg started sucking
and Fred lay back and just enjoyed the whole thing -- the hot, wet mouth on
his dick, the fingers that brought little flashes as they worked the
sensitive spots in his ass.  Despite having recently cum, Fred got to the
point of a second nut very quickly -- and Greg played him, keeping him at or
just below the peak for a couple of minutes after he WOULD have blown a wad
before bringing him off again.

        When it was over, Fred was as limp as a dishrag; Greg just grinned
at him, waved, "See you later," and walked out.

        Fred never got organized enough to get any pussy that night.

        Louise had an interesting couple of days after that; Fred insisted
that she rim him once and he fucked her in the ass twice that week.  But she
didn't get it -- that was obvious -- and she had the wrong attitude about
everything.  Fred realized that this kind of thing wasn't something you got
into with your average bitch; it would take a real slut to get into it all,
and even then, being female, she might not really get the whole thing...
That led him to realize that if he was going to do this kind of shit, he was
going to have to stick with his current teacher...

        Somewhere in there, the decision to get an enema made itself; Fred
secreted himself in a restroom off a job site two days before the next party
and got a surprise, since he hadn't realized what a gut-wrenching experience
enemas were.  Nonetheless, on party night, Fred warily underwent the
procedure again...

        Parking Louise on somebody else's dick at the party seemed to take
FOREVER; Greg hung out in the door to the next room grinning at Fred while
he did it, then led off to the usual place.  "So, what do you want to do
tonight?" Greg asked, grinning, when they were settled.

        "I... did an enema," Fred replied slowly.

        "Yeah?"  Greg's eyes evaluated him.  "Cool.  I brought some lube...
Who's first?"

        "Uhhh..."

        "Yeah, yeah..."  Greg flopped back on the bench, lifting his knees,
and flipped a small bottle at Fred.  "Don't use too much -- it'll ruin
things -- no friction..."

        Fred stood there a moment, indecisive, then grunted, "No, let's get
me out of the way, first."

        Greg sat up.  "Yeah?"

        "Yeah."

        Greg got up and waved at the bench, "Be my guest..."

        "It works the way you were laid out?" Fred asked, dubious.

        "Just like pussy," Greg grinned.

        "Okay."  Fred flopped back on the bench and lifted his legs under
Greg's direction, then watched him lube two fingers before feeling them
probe his asshole.  In the last week, Fred had been VERY conscious of his
ass -- and as a result, he knew how to make the whole thing easier by
relaxing his bunghole; Greg's fingers slipped in fairly easily.  Fred
dropped his head back and concentrated on the feel of them in his ass.

        In a moment, Greg withdrew them and started wiping lube onto his
cock, "You can watch or not -- it's up to you.  Some guys tighten up if they
watch -- but it's your cherry, you know?"  Greg grinned.

        "Yeah," Fred grunted, raising his head.  Greg had a point...

        Greg jacked Fred's cock with lube-sticky hands while positioning his
curved member against Fred's asshole.  "Here we go..."

        It felt like a baseball bat.  Greg reminded Fred, "You pass bigger
than this through there all the time, I bet -- it's all in your head..."
Fred willed himself to loosen up, and it got better.  "Okay, the head is
in," Greg grunted, "It gets easier from here, but I'll take it slow...  Why
don't you jerk your meat?  It'll add to the fun..."  Greg started rocking
back and forth, occasionally wiping his shaft with lubed fingers while he
overcame Fred's resistance and sank it slowly into Fred's ass.

        Fred took Greg's suggestion and started jacking his cock -- nothing
urgent, just enough to get pleasure from it.  He let his head fall back and
closed his eyes, concentrating on the probe invading his ass.  It was...
okay.  Greg was taking it easy, but he was making headway; Fred could feel
his shaft slithering back and forth in his bunghole, rubbing the rubbery
ring of muscle as it slid in and out.  Greg was right -- it was easier once
his cock head was buried inside and Fred's asshole had no further
requirement to expand.  Fred knew the guy was balls deep before Greg
grunted, "Okay, that's it -- I'm gonna start trying to get a stroke on..."

        Fred's asshole was complaining mildly -- but inside, Greg's cock
kept finding Fred's prostate, causing these incredible flashes.  In his
hand, Fred's cock kept shifting from flaccid to iron-hard, responding to
stimuli that Fred couldn't really analyze.  A hand took over jacking Fred's
cock, and Fred gave himself up to the sensations in his cock and ass...

        This went on for a while, Greg grunting and pumping while Fred
floated on a cloud of sensation.  It was indescribable; Fred didn't think he
could get a nut this way, but it was very, VERY pleasant, especially with
his eyes closed so he could concentrate on the feel of Greg's cock running
in and out of his ass.  Jacking might get him there, if his cock would stay
hard long enough...  The hand went away momentarily, but before Fred could
complain, it was back, drier, and providing a corkscrewing stroke that added
to Fred's pleasure; he groaned quietly, for the umpteenth time...

        ... Then a voice said, "So, is he broken in yet?"

        An icy shock went through Fred and his eyes popped open.  There were
two other guys in the room!  Greg hadn't locked the door!  A dark-haired
white dude was jacking Fred while jacking himself, and a black dude was
watching over Greg's shoulder!  Greg grinned and grunted, "Mostly.  You just
scared the shit out of him, though."

        "Hey, what the fuck!" Fred howled and tried to sit up, but the
black-haired dude put a hand on his chest and pressed him back, "Relax, Man,
we just want to play, too..."  With that, he bent and enveloped Fred's cock
with his mouth.

        Fred froze, in spite of himself.  That was apparently just what he
needed to get iron hard...  The dude went straight to deep-throating him and
Fred flopped back, gasping "This is a private party..."

        "Nah," the black dude shook his head, "We've been waiting for Greg
to finish your education for damn near a month, now.  This be the graduation
party -- dig?"

        Fred, stricken, flicked his eyes to Greg, who was grinning widely,
while continuing to pump Fred's ass.  "You had 'fuck me' written all over
you, Man," he grunted.  "It was like shooting fish in a barrel."

        "Awright, go get some mouth.  Lemme open him up," the black dude
chuckled, swatting Greg on the ass.  Greg backed out obligingly, and the
black dude waggled a serious hunk of meat before Fred's dazed eyes before
positioning it at his cringing asshole.  "This might hurt a bit, getting
started," he advised, "I have to let someone else go first, lotsa times, or
it REALLY hurts..."  With that, he wedged the head of his cock in Fred's
still-gaping bung and pressed forward.

        "AAAAHHH!" Fred wailed, then gritted out "Why?" shifting his gaze to
Greg, who now stood at his head.

        "I thought I explained all that," Greg replied, unconcerned.
"You're as bisexual as they come -- it was written all over your face any
time there was a dude in the room with you.  Shit, if I hadn't seen you with
women, I'd have figured you for queer!  Even so, the way you talk about
women..." he shook his head.  "You were just chicken-shit about it, so I
took you on so we could all get some strange...  Now, quit whining, lay back
and enjoy it -- and give me some head!"  With that, Greg reached out and
turned Fred's head to the side so that he could slide his cock into Fred's
still gaping mouth.  Horrified and humiliated that his situation was public,
a feeling of helplessness stole over Fred; he stopped fighting and began to
suck Greg's familiar cock.  Greg put a hand on his head to steady him and
grinned down at him, "That's it, enjoy!  You know you like it, so quit
acting like an idiot and enjoy the ride!  How many times do you think you're
going to get to be the filling in a man sandwich, anyway?"

        There followed a period of time whose duration was unclear to Fred,
but was a series of peaks and valleys, in between which Fred existed in some
kind of fugue state.  Several of the peaks were very personal; Fred
remembered getting three nuts, distinctly, the first into the dark-haired
dude's mouth, triggered by the black dude pulsing cum into his ass, the
second blown into the dark-haired dude's ass, doggie style, while the dude
swapped spit with the black dude -- who was taking Greg's meat up HIS ass --
and the third while again being triple-teamed, with the black dude's cock in
his mouth, the dark haired dude blowing a nut in his ass, and Greg blowing
him...  Valleys tended to fall into two categories -- the relatively shallow
ones that came with having a cock inserted into his ass -- something that
apparently ALWAYS hurt, for a few seconds -- and deep canyons of terror
caused by the sauna door opening -- which it did on three occasions that
Fred recognized.  And while no one else joined them, Fred was thoroughly
freaked that whoever had opened the door was spreading the word about his
queer-bait tendencies...

        When it was over, the black dude swatted a thoroughly wasted Fred on
his ass and said, "Well, now that you're broken in, nobody should have to
worry about getting a little from you out in the main rooms!  I'll see you
out there -- I'm gonna want more of that sweet ass of yours!"  The other two
followed him out, grinning, leaving Fred positively grey with horror at the
idea of being publicly used as queer-bait!

        That was the last time he and Louise visited that group; the idea
that he might get seen sucking a dick -- or worse, taking one up his ass --
was more than he could deal with.  If the whole thing got out -- shit, if
LOUISE got wind of it -- he'd be absolutely ruined!  The first time they
missed a party wasn't too bad -- Fred was in too much of a funk to be up for
it -- but the second time took willpower; he fought the impulse to slink
back in and try to get some dick -- quietly -- for days...  After that, they
had found a new group -- one without any homosexual activity of any type
going on in it -- and Fred went back to straight pussy -- at least in
public.  But he'd ended up hunting down a few places where he could watch
videos of queer sex -- and then discovered gloryholes, where he could
actually participate, anonymously...

        Now, he had a place to go when things just got too hard...

        Fred looked up; he'd been sitting here in the truck woolgathering
for God knew how long.  Maybe THAT was what the other dudes did in the
parking lot...  He fired up the truck and got the Hell out of there.

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