Part 4

Fred wasn’t sure what he meant. What did he have to do to suck it hard? After all the blowjobs he’d received from Kate and all those other girls, he had no idea how they made it work.

He did know the motion, though, and started moving his head back and forth.

“Oh yeah. That’s it,” Stan said.

He didn’t have to go fast, and he was able to get more of his cock in his mouth than he expected. He kept his lips tight around the shaft. The head of his cock slid back and forth over his tongue.

Stan moaned. Fred turned his eyes up, but couldn’t really see his face from that angle.

It really wasn’t as bad as he imagined. He certainly wasn’t grossed out. Why hadn’t he tried it sooner? There was something very satisfying about feeling a thick, hard cock in his mouth.

“That’s not bad, Fred. You suck cock like you’ve done it before,” Stan said.

“He just needs more practice,” Kate said.

Fred took his cock out of his mouth and held it with one hand. The top half of the shaft was shiny with his saliva.

“Don’t get any ideas about making me fuck your buddy,” he said.

“Why not? I know a lot of guys who would love to stick their cocks in your mouth.”

“Yeah, I’m sure you do,” Fred said.

He opened his mouth and sucked on his cock again. Stan put both hands on his head and pumped a little faster with his hips.

“Fuck buddy. I like that. I can call about a dozen guys right now. They’ll all line up in this room and wait their turn to do this to you. Oh God. When I think about you, the big stud jock, drinking all that cum ...”

His words trailed off. Fred didn’t notice because he was trying not to choke on his cock. He was jamming it deeper than he thought he could handle. Then he groaned and the hard shaft swelled between his lips. It throbbed once and a warm, thick fluid sprayed the back of his mouth.

Fred’s eyes opened wide. This wasn’t part of the deal. He was supposed to suck on his cock, but not drink his sperm. He thought Stan was going to pull it out before that happened.

But it was too late. Stan’s hands were clamped around his head as if to prevent him from moving, and his cock throbbed again and again. It only took a moment for it to fill his mouth, and it was all over, under his tongue and between his teeth.

Stan released his head and let out a sigh.

“That was pretty good. Not the best, of course, but pretty good, especially for your first time.”

Fred didn’t answer. It was difficult to speak with a mouthful of cum. The taste was not as bad as he imagined, but his nose still wrinkled. He leaned to the side, looking for a place to spit it out.

“Don’t you dare spit out my cum. That’s my gift to you. I won’t let you just spit it on the floor,” Stan said.

Fred stared at him. Was he serious? From the angry look in his eye, it was clear that he was. He swallowed and coughed.

“Goddamn Stan. I didn’t think you were gonna cum in my mouth,” he said.

Stan laughed. “That’s a stupid thing to think. Of course I’m gonna cum in your mouth. My cum is far too precious to waste.”

Fred swallowed again. A few drops of cum lingered under his tongue. It would probably take a lot of whiskey before he finally got the taste out of his mouth.

Stan picked up a tube of KY jelly on top of his dresser.

“Can I put it in you now?” he said.

He flipped the cap open, squeezed a big glob of grease on his fingers and smeared it on his cock.

Fred stared at hi shiny, greasy cock, then glanced at Kate. She was grinning and had three fingers moving in and out of her pussy.

“You mean ...” he started to say, but couldn’t make the words come out.

Stan squeezed his long, hard cock at the base and wagged it like a tail in Fred’s direction.

“Yeah, that’s exactly what I mean,” he said.

“Goddamn this is gonna be good,” Kate said.

Fred let out a deep breath and stood up.

“I don’t know if I’ll ever be ready.”

He and Stan were side by side with their long, hard cocks bobbing from the front of their jeans, like a pair of horny virgins at a first-served, first-cum whorehouse.

“Wait. Don’t move. This is like a dream come true for me,” Kate said. She scooted to the edge of the bed and grabbed their cocks, one in each hand. “I wish you guys were gonna mount me instead of each other.”

Fred smiled at her. She was looking up at him, stroking his cock and smiling back. He wanted to tell her that was a great idea and they should do that instead. Could she see how nervous he was? It was the pain that frightened him the most.

“Maybe next time. I’ve been waiting for the chance to mount this ass for a long time,” Stan said.

He reached back and squeezed Fred’s ass. He nearly jumped through the ceiling.

“Goddamn it Stan, don’t do that gay shit to me,” he said.

“It’s not about being gay or straight. It’s about fucking, good hard fucking. Now take your pants off and get on the Goddamn bed.”

Fred glared at him. Was he going to have to kick his ass? But Stan grinned, and some of his nervousness went away. He kicked off his jeans and his shirt and crawled on the bed on his hands and knees.

He was still tense. The muscles of his arms bulged like ropes stretched tight under his skin. He looked back over his shoulder at Stan. He was staring at his ass with a big grin on his face. He squirted more grease on his fingers, pulled his ass cheeks apart and smeared it on his asshole. Fred groaned ad laid his forehead on the bed.

“Jesus. I can’t believe I’m doing this. If the guys at the shop find out about this I’m finished.”

Stan chuckled and Fred looked back at him over his shoulder.

“What’s so funny?” he said.

Stan rubbed his hip.

“Wouldn’t you just love to know which of the guys in your shop I’ve already fucked?”

He touched the head of his cock to the tight opening of Fred’s asshole and he flinched.

“Oh man,” Fred said with a groan, and his head buried in the pillow.

“I think you’ve been ready for this all along. You just don’t want to admit it,” Stan said.

“Just don’t be too rough,” Fred said.

“What?” Kate said, and sat forward.

Fred looked up. She had an incredulous look in her eyes.

“I was never rough with you, was I?” he said.

“All the time.”

“How come you never said anything?”

She sat back against the pillows. Her legs parted and her fingers slipped down to her slit once more.

“I kinda liked it,” she said with a quick shrug.

“Yeah. You’re gonna like this,” Stan said.