Brother

BROTHER

By Simon Traum

"What the fuck have you done, Mac?" Susan angrily demands.

     I don't know why she's surprised.  It's not like I haven't done it before.  Or like I could stop at this point.  Done it with her boyfriends so damn often it'd be more of a surprise if I didn't.  And it's not like I ever had to put a gun to their heads or anything. 

     So of course I'm screwing my little sister's husband.  I'm amazed it took her this long to figure it out.  I wonder idly if he saved the texts on purpose.

     "Look at it this way," I counter, well used to this by now, "it's not like I'm actually taking him from you.  You're still married, right?  And you're still having sex?"  I'd be shocked if they weren't.  Austin's probably the horniest guy I've ever met.  His capacity for sexual activity leaves me behind in the dust.  I feel lucky he has anything to do with me.  And I know I’m not the only guy he's fucking, though I'm not sure yet I want to tell her that.

     "Okay," she concedes, deflating to a slouched position on her purple couch.  "Our sex life's great.  Maybe too great.  I have to shut him down a lot just to get any work done.  Yeah, I'll admit I've had a suspicion he might be fooling around.  I just liked the idea of having him to myself."  She sighs.  "Thinking about it, I guess this is better than finding out he's been boning his secretary."

     "Or his gym instructor.  Or his financial advisor.  Keeps it in the family..."

     "Hmmm," she nods reluctantly, "cozier, somehow.  At least I know you."  She stays silent for a moment.  I know what's coming. 

     "You know what's coming," she confirms abruptly.  "Go on.  Tell me about it."

     Oh, hell.

     My sister Susan is six years younger than me, and we've always had a tumultuous relationship.  She's small, just four foot something, a tiny, attractive blonde who can come on like a giant when she puts her mind to it.  Highly-stressed, over-achiever type.  Tells you she loves her work and then kicks the dog across the room.  You don't want to piss her off, and if she's had a few drinks, watch out.  She doesn't seem to be drunk right now, but she does still look sort of angry.  I decide to tread lightly.

     "Have you talked to him about this yet?" I venture to ask.

     "I'm talking to you about it."  I feel like I could get splinters from the look she's giving me.  "I know you weren't an innocent bystander, Mac.  What did you do with him?"

     "Are you sure you want me to tell you this stuff?  You know, it hasn't worked out so well before..."  Say that again!  The trauma of discovering that her he-man significant other is a drooling, whining pig for hard cock has soured more than one of her relationships, although oddly not ours.  I think the big difference between me and Susan is that she's usually trying to hold on to these guys and I'm not.  I just want to get their clothes off and see what happens.  I figure they must want something similar because, most of the time, they let me do it. 

     Anyway, she's never stayed mad for long, and then she always wants details.  I mean, it can't be my fault if she's a magnet for latent homo guys.  Either that or they're pretty much all that way, even the ones she doesn't know, and nobody wants to just come out and say it.  That's the way it seems to me.

     Of course, I might have a biased perspective.  I've been pulling this off a long time, so the deck's a little stacked in my favor, maybe. 

     Put it this way, I'm 6'2", a solid 195 pounds, hazel-eyed, ripped, tanned, inked, pierced, and dark-haired with a short beard of the same color.  I've been working my broad-shouldered, deep-chested, meaty-thighed body into the shape it's in for over thirty years.  I started when I was eight, on the day I noticed I was drawn to men, and I've turned everything I have since to the service of attracting them. 

     Frankly, I live for sex with other guys.  I've always been happiest with a prong in both ends of me, and I'll go to an effort to get there.  I've been doing it so long it's become unconscious.  It's like religion for me.  I don't give much of a damn for money or status-symbols; I can't seem to hold a job longer than a year, but as long as I can work a hot man into getting naked with me, everything's fine.  Somewhere along the line, I learned how to smile in ways that can remind you vividly of the porn clip you watched last night.  If I throw in a few gratuitous flexes of my moderately tattooed chest and shoulders, I can pretty much count on a guy letting me cash his check right then and there  Even men who think they're straight can't seem to resist a well-developed pair of arms.  And don't get me started on my dick, which I can't quite reach with my mouth, though I still try.  Now don't assume I'm boasting, 'cause sometimes it's more trouble than it's worth, but if I had an identical twin, I'd be all over that dude.

     No joy there, though, and speaking of trouble, my only non-make-believe sibling is staring pointedly at me now.

     "Okay, fine."  I might as well give in.  If she's gonna get pissed at me, I suppose it should be for the right reasons.  "What do you want to know?"

     "How did it start?"

     I think about it, considering.

The thing is, I'm not very good-looking.  I mean, I'm not ugly, but my face isn't all that striking either, which is why I grew a beard and developed my body in the first place.  I gotta do something to get your attention.  It's also why I'm a sucker for a pretty face. 

     My sister's new husband, Austin, is about as pretty as they can come.  Pretty and powerful-looking.  Almost floored me the first time I saw him.  Probably why she didn't let me see him until the wedding.  An ex-Navy man, he'd just turned 30.  Short, crewcut, dirty blond hair framing his faultlessly proportioned, pissed-off angelface.  Tiny, well-shaped ears that lie flush with his skull.  Bunched-up shoulders and biceps like grapefruit.  He's shorter and smaller than me, but he's worked his body out to a tight perfection.  Even before I got his clothes off, I could tell he was in magnificent shape.  But his face clinched it.  There was no way I could resist him once he began to concentrate on me. 

     See, the funny thing about muscle guys, even when we claim to be completely hetero, is you can't keep us away from each other.  It was that way at the reception.  My mouth dried up when I was introduced to Susan's way-too-attractive husband, so I didn't say too much then.  But that didn't stop Austin from pulling me aside half an hour later to quiz me on my workout routine, while copping quick feels to compare the size of my arms, shoulders, and waist.  I felt like I'd won the lottery, grinned a lot, wasn't much else I could do.  Certainly wasn't gonna stop him.

     His palms warmed up noticeably as he gripped my hips through the fabric and suddenly I could feel how worked up he was getting.  His breathing deepened.  Our eyes locked.  Oh yeah.  Immobilized, I fell into his brown irises, watched them dilate, dreamily wondered what kissing him would feel like. 

     Then his gorgeous smooth face split in a wide, engaging, dimpled smile, and I recalled where we were - at my sister's wedding. 

     "We should hang out sometime," he said as he patted my hip.  With a wink, he was off to join his wife, my long-suffering sibling.  And that's all that happened. 

     But I have to admit I wondered afterward. 

     No, that's not right.  I knew.  I just didn't know how soon.

"You got a lot of tattoos, doncha, Mac?"  Austin's amiable timbre drifted gently across the dim span of the cocktail table between us. 

     In addition to his other attractive features, Austin has an unbelievably sexy voice.  Deep, creamy baritone.  Hearing it emerge from his just-slightly-overripe lips is enough to short-circuit any attempt at thinking.  The way he sounds is even more masculine than he looks. 

     We'd finally gotten around to hanging out about a month or two after the wedding, despite Susan's obvious suspicions.  Workout dates, totally innocent, comparing the development of our bodies.  He'd call me when she was busy.  She'd told him about me - you know, all the sleazy stuff, which I guess I deserved.  He just seemed to think it was funny, but rarely asked me for any details.

     This particular afternoon, we'd been hiking.  Coming back, we'd stopped off for a couple of drinks in a small hotel lounge we were passing, and we'd both relaxed into a comfortable buzz.  I was enjoying listening to him so much I kind of jerked when I remembered that he was talking to me.

     "Uh, yeah, yeah..."  Stumbling back to full consciousness, I wondered how long we'd been sitting here.  The parking lot shadows had gotten longer when I glanced through the window.

     "I've only got this one I got in the Navy," he slurred, dragging his sleeve up over the small, roaring tiger on his bulging right shoulder.  "Nothin’ to get excited about.  You look like you got a lot of ink."

     My thoughts flashed into clarity in instants.  My heart turned into a jackhammer inside my chest.  If this wasn't an opportunity, he might never give me another one.  May as well let him see the work. 

     I lifted my t-shirt over my abs, and I saw his eyes light up.  I stopped, watching him.  It was like he'd moved forward, further into his body.  I could feel his eagerness from four feet away.  I had his complete attention.  Time to cash the check, if he'd let me.

     I looked around, as if only now remembering that we were still in the under-lit lobby lounge.  "Never mind," I sighed.  "There's no way I can get naked in here..."

     Austin was up in a second, digging his wallet out of his shorts.  "I'll get us a room," he almost panted, rushing off to the reservation desk.

The room was nicer than I expected, and I've seen my share.  Third floor, off in a corner.  Twin beds, with separate sitting area.  Nice black leather sofa.  Pretty well insulated, to judge from the silence after the door was closed.  Privacy curtains engaged.  Never turned the tv on.

     Austin settled himself on the sofa, all eyes and dimples and biceps, and I pulled my shirt off over my head to show him the ink.  I flexed my arms and chest facing him, then turned around to show my back off to him.  I've got tattoos in front and back, and scattered down both arms, but the largest amount of work mostly covers my chest, shoulders, and upper back.  Basically, it's in the shape of a leather bulldog harness fastened across the middle of my pectorals and rendered in earthy browns and beiges, with yellow highlights.  It's good work; it almost looks like I'm wearing it.  I'd shaved myself smooth the day before so it would really stand out.

     A low whistle on Austin's part greeted this display, which was gratifying.  I turned back to face him, and found him staring up in admiration from his place on the immaculate cushions.

     "Damn, how long did that take?" he asked quietly in a strangely intense voice.

     "Oh, I've been picking these up, on and off, for years," I tried to sound casual, but I had butterflies in my stomach.  Was this really happening this way?  I felt like I could sense electricity arcing off of him.  The temperature in here seemed to be rising, but neither of us made a move for the AC.  I felt a sweat break out in pinpricks all over my skin. 

     Running a palm over my pecs, I said, "This is the most recent."

     "What's it supposed to be?"

     "It's a harness," I told him, before the alcohol made me add, "Kind of a fetish item, but it can be used for leverage when you're fucking."  Then, God help me, I blushed.  I knew because I could feel my ears burning.

     Austin, bless him, didn't seem to notice.  He also wasn't blinking.  "Got any more?" he asked, his hot baritone cracking a little.

     I knew a cue when I heard it.  "Well, so far I haven't done my legs, but I got this one here..."  I pulled my waistband down over my right hip, showing him the blue fleur-de-lis in the hollow above my thigh. 

     "Do you have sex with a lot of men, dude?" he asked, out of nowhere.

     "I like to think I have sex with enough of them," I smiled.  "How about you?  You ever fool around with other guys?"

     "Oh, not me, man, I, I--"  He faltered.  His eyes darted over my body, silently nervous.  "I'm getting a boner just looking at you," he admitted, briefly pressing his left fist into his crotch.  He squirmed, looking miserable with inner tension, yet disarmingly inviting at the same time.

     "You can do more than look, you know," I told him, recognizing my opening. 

     His face still looked uncertain, but his hand darted out as I stepped closer to him.  Trembling, moist fingers bumped like mosquitos against my stomach, then pressed more insistently against my hard muscle.   He groaned, looking surprised at the sound.

     "Get it out," I told him brusquely, indicating the growing tent in his shorts.

     I really wasn't ready for what came out though.  See, I consider myself a connoisseur of prongs.  I’ve seen a few I won't forget in a hurry, but this was something else.  Austin's erect prick was just beautiful, like the rest of him.  And powerful, just like the rest of him.  Thick, wide, straight, with a wedge-shaped head and an unvarying girth all the way down its impressive length.  A fucking battering ram, growing rampant from his shaved crotch.  I have a nice cock, but Austin has me beat without trying.  I stared at it, mesmerized, before reaching down to tentatively feel its pulsing shaft.  It gulped when my fingertips made contact, and I felt his palm sliding up the side of my torso, coming to rest under my suddenly sweating armpit.  I could feel small tremors of excitement moving through my entire body, but my nervousness was leaving me, replaced by the impression that if I behaved correctly, I could have complete control of the situation.

     Abandoning Austin's growing dick for the moment, I shucked my shorts down to my ankles, leaving me wearing only the black jockstrap I'd inexplicably put on earlier.  I sure hadn't foreseen any of this at the time.  I could hear Austin gasp when I turned around to show him my exposed ass.  Both of his hands were on it in seconds, kneading my buttcheeks experimentally.  I bent over in front of him, looking back between my legs at his entranced expression and his hard cock, bouncing with enthusiasm between his thighs.  A string of clear liquid had worked its way out of the tip, sticking itself to the surface of his black shorts, still bunched around his legs.

     I felt one of his calloused thumbs drag down my asscrack to rub roughly past my hole, and shuddered.  There was no reason to wait any more.  Reaching between my legs, I grasped the lower half of his clothing and pulled, walking away from him.  He laughed, straightening his legs so I could get the encumbrance out of the way.  He was still chuckling when I turned around, dropped to my knees and sucked his big erection halfway down my neck.

     He stopped laughing then.  Wasting no time at all, he seized me by the back of my head, pushing his rigid cock all the way into my face, grunting with effort and satisfaction.  I'll admit I choked, but only for a second, then I was riding with it as he fucked my mouth hard, bringing his hips off the surface to aggressively invade my gullet. 

     "Fuck, man, take it," he gasped through his teeth, forcing my head down over his crotch with both hands.  I relaxed into it, feeling the rush spread all over me.  I had him.  Now to make it last for a while.

     Coming back up for air, I lifted my drooling face off his dick, a combined rope of transparent precome and thickened saliva trailed back into my mouth.  I wiped it off, coughed and looked up at him.  He was gazing thoughtfully back at me, naked except for his grey t-shirt.  His dick jerked again.

     "You really like doing that?" he asked, curious.

     "Fuck yeah," I told him, tingling with exuberance. 

     "Even when a guy pushes on your head?"  His eyes got wider.  "What's so great about that?  I think I'd punch a dude who did that.  No offense," he added hastily.

     "How about this," I replied, thinking rapidly through my pleasure buzz.  I stood up.  "Wanna make a bet?"

     I dropped the jockstrap, kicking it onto a lampshade.  Austin stared.  My cock had thickened out to full mast while I was on my knees and was sticking straight up and out at him.  I wagged by hips a little, to wave it in his face.  He reached up, and stroked its length, testing its hardness.  "Nice," he murmured softly.

     "Well, I kinda like yours, myself.  How about this," I repeated, moving over him on the sofa, crouching to straddle his outstretched legs.  Pushing our hard cocks up against each other, I pumped them together.  Austin groaned, head dropping back to the cushion behind.  I had him in the palm of my hand now, literally.  "Whoever can get the bigger hard-on gets to fuck the other's face as long as he wants.  Whattaya say?"

     Austin seemed to have lost the power of speech momentarily.  He just nodded, wrapping his hands around mine as I stroked us.  I had no worries.  His dick had already ballooned way past any size I could match.  I knew damn well whose mouth would be taking the beating in a little while, and that would be no problem at all.

     Meantime, the thing was just getting thicker.  My butthole clenched just from looking at it.

     "You win," I told him.  "I gotta put it back in my mouth."

     "Hold on," he gave me a sudden shove which sent me off the couch and onto the carpet.  He stood up, smirking.

     I knelt on my knees before him, gazing up at him as he peeled his shirt off.  Then he stood there naked, letting me take him in.  He had no hair on him anywhere below the neck.  He looked like a fucking god, and he knew it, it was there on his handsome face, a self-satisfaction that would normally have put me off, but he looked so good I'd do anything to serve him. 

     He took his truncheon cock in one hand by the base and beat the extra-hard flesh of his shaft against the side of my face.

     "Open up!" he barked.  I did, and his fat hog invaded me instantly, ramming brutally down my throat, his hand on the back of my neck driving it home.  My esophagus spasmed around the huge column of flesh as he plunged in and out.  It felt like his cock was throwing off sparks like lightning the whole way down and back.  I didn't know where or who I was anymore, but I could hear him growling and cursing as he used my solidly-muscled neck for his pleasure.  I could just barely feel my own cock, which was brushing its erect tip against my abdomen, not something it does every day. 

     "Yeah, take it all, bitch, uhhh!" I heard him growl from above me.  His voice had taken on a low, guttural quality, which was making me even crazier. 

     By now, I'd lost any control of oral skills I might normally have had and was drooling small rivers of saliva down myself.  There was a puddle of the stuff on the carpet, I could feel it if I reached down.  So I coated my fingers with it, reached back and eased them one by one into my asshole.  I guess I wanted some control over the situation, as much as I was enjoying having Austin drive.  Anyway, he noticed me bouncing on them, and pulled himself out of my leaking mouth.

     "What the fuck are you doing down there?" he asked incredulously, like he'd found me knitting a shawl.

     I decided I might have to demonstrate.  Rising to my feet, I towered over him.  He looked up at me, his hard cock still sticking out in front of him, glistening with saliva.  I put my hands on his shapely chest and gently pushed him back.  He accommodated me, lowering himself backwards onto the black leather.  I had lube somewhere, in a pocket.  Didn't want to waste time looking for it.  Austin's dick was covered in gobs of my spit and I'd already loosened myself up.  We'd gotten this far, so I was gonna eat him for dinner.

     Lowering myself quickly onto his swollen knob, guiding him up inside me, I was rewarded by the seraphic expression, completely at home on his angel face.  His eyes found mine, and I saw him.

I guess I should explain who I saw.  I call him the man inside. 

     Sometimes you can get to a place (frequently during sexual relations) where a kind of clearer communication between people is possible than what's on offer most of the time.  There are points when I seem to see into my partner to a disconcerting depth.  There's a man down there, deep inside.  He's been imprisoned in there so long he might never see the light of day again.  Dying slowly, starving.  Lost little boy inside.  Breaks your heart to see.  His problem is, it’s his everyday life that imprisons him.  The self-image he’s been forced into over a lifetime is killing him, among other factors.  He wants out so badly, but can't find his way.  And I know I can help release him, but liberating someone from what he takes for his familiar reality can lead to a lot of problems.  Sometimes it’s a better idea not to tamper.  But I always fall in love a little when I see the man inside.  He almost always falls for me, too.

     Anyway, there he was inside Austin, kinda like Austin was inside me. 

     Jesus H. Christ, this was a fucking huge dick.  It was filling me up.  I ground my ass around its base, luxuriating in the sensation.  Austin's rough hands slid down over my squatting thighs to my hips.  Looking down at his reddening face, I bounced on his length a few times, testing the water...

"What are you trying to tell me, Mac?" Susan interrupts me.  "That this was an emergency intervention to save my husband from his marriage?  How altruistic of you!"  Her voice drips with ill-disguised sarcasm.

     "Look, didn't I say you wouldn't want to hear this?  I'm not saying you're the villain here..."

     "Sure sounds like it to me."

     "I don't think anyone is.  What I'm getting around to is that his behavior more recently...  Well, I haven't even got to the intense stuff yet...  See, I was just getting used to having him inside me--"

And then Austin sat up, flipping his legs under, and nailed me like his life depended on it.  I don't know how long it lasted.  I lost all track of time.  He became some kind of lunatic, a demon.  A surprisingly strong little fucker, he forced me into new positions a few times, as if he couldn't find the right way to stick it in me.  He snarled and growled and brutally pronged my sloppy fuckhole, face contorted into a mask that switched back and forth between loathing and desperation.  I shot off twice, him once, right at the end.  He barked orders at me, insulted me, slapped me, choked me, pulled my head back by the hair to scream his violent lust in my sweat-slicked face, and his iron cock just got harder and thicker inside me.  It would be like a nightmare if I wasn't enjoying it so much.  I would be sore before he finished.  He finally came fucking me sideways and collapsed heaving and dripping over me.  I wrapped him in my arms and held him until his breathing returned to normal.

     "I'm sorry," he said softly, then.

     "What are you sorry for?"

     "I thought maybe I hurt you..."

     I shook my head.  "It's kinda hard to hurt me that way.  Bruised, maybe.  Didn't you see me shooting my load?  Felt pretty damn good."

     He chuckled.  I swooned at the sound.  "So you're not mad at me?" he asked.

     "Nah, I can take it.  You did fine.  Are you sure you've never played with guys before?"

     "You caught me," he said guiltily.  "In the service.  You could get your rocks off if there weren't nothing else.  I... resorted to it a few times.  I never did anything, just let other guys suck me, if they wanted." 

     "I'm sure they wanted that slab of meat in their mouths."

     "You really enjoyed that?" he asked again, incredulous.  "If I did that to my wife, she'd divorce me.  Shit, jail me!"

     "Didn't I look like I was enjoying myself?"

     "I have to admit I couldn't tell.  Is all your sex like that?"

     "No,” I couldn’t help smiling.  He was so sweetly naïve.  “It’s always a little different when it’s good.  How about you?"

     He shook his incredible head.  "I have never done anything like that.  Not even in the Navy."  He glanced around at the rented room.  "Look, we should get out of here, maybe.  I gotta get home and see Susan."

     "You're not going to tell her?"

     "Oh God, no!  I, I just gotta get home."  He started hunting up his discarded clothes.  He seemed disturbed over something.  Understandable, I thought, since he'd just boned his brother-in-law.

     Looking back, though, maybe it was just the man inside working his way out.

I didn't see him again for another week, which wasn’t too unusual.  I'd be lying if I said I hadn't used him more often for jackoff fodder since the encounter, but it seemed unlikely that he’d be back for more.  Hopefully, he wasn’t freaking out. 

     As far as I was concerned, I'd gotten all I could realistically hope to out of the situation.  Shit, I'd've been satisfied sucking him off.  Getting him to prong me was extra credit.  I couldn't honestly expect any more out of him.  It wasn't like he fooled around with men all the time, right?  He’d never even tried to kiss me at any point during our encounter, which is okay, but I thought it probably indicated a lack of comfort with the experience, even if he insisted otherwise.

     Oddly enough, the next time I saw him, kissing me was the first thing he did.

     He didn't call first, just showed up at my door.  I didn't even think he knew where I lived.  We'd always met out or at Susan's house. 

     I opened the door, he stepped in and, with an anxious smile, fastened his mouth over mine before I could say anything.  His tongue was warm, strong and jittery with nerves.  There was the smallest hint of alcohol under the mint on his breath.  His hands shook as they gripped my sides.  It communicated a dizzy sense of desperation to me immediately.  I grabbed him to me, slammed the door behind him, pinned him up against it and settled down to devouring his mouth and face in the style to which I have become accustomed.  I wanted to take my time with this affectionate, new Austin. 

     It was maybe five minutes until he panted in my ear between licks, "She's gone for the weekend.  Take me to the bedroom."

     I picked him up in my arms, and carried him down the hall as he sucked the side of my neck.

     The sex was nothing like the time before.

     I dropped with him onto my bed, which was unmade, and there were clothes and shit all over the place, but I wasn't expecting company, was I?  He instantly wrestled himself on top of me, as if to show me who was in charge, then wrapped himself around me, kissing me fiercely, with an abandon I'd never previously seen in him.  He'd been taken over by passion, grunting and whining when I put my hands on his body. 

     Honestly, I'd never seen anything so attractive, and the fact that it wouldn't let go of me was so amazing that I was speechless.  All I could do was fumblingly try to remove various articles of his clothing as he writhed panting against me, and get ready for the ass-pounding I was no doubt about to receive.  I had no idea.

     "Are you high or something?" I asked, still trying to understand the change in his behavior.

     "What?  No," he sputtered as his face rose from my armpit.  "Why would you say that?  I had a couple drinks, but…”  He lost track of what he was saying as he began pulling on my waistband.  “Here, let's get you out of those--" 

     All I had on were sweats, so they came off pretty easily, tossed aside to one of the piles on the floor.  As soon as my dick was hanging free, he was after it, hunched over me as he sucked it into his greedy mouth, drooling all over it, getting it even harder while pushing his own way out of his remaining clothes.  I could feel myself getting stiffer in his mouth as he tried to deep-throat me.  He didn't have the knack, but it just made me hotter to watch him try.  My pulse was racing, hammering so fast I could feel the constriction of my blood vessels.  This hot, charmingly inept guy was getting me so worked up I couldn’t think clearly.

     And the next thing I knew, he'd stood up, re-positioned his body into a squat over me, and swiftly speared his asshole onto my blood-engorged prick until his beautiful butt was pressed down against me.  Damn, the amazing fucker had swallowed me whole.  I stared down, paralyzed in shock, at myself balls-deep in Austin, my sister's husband.  He'd arrived with his ass already lubed.  This was clearly premeditated.

     "What have you been doing with yourself, man?" I asked, awkwardly.

     "You're all I've thought about all week," sighed the most physically perfect man I've ever had my cock inside.  His eyes were closed and his warm palms rested on my chest.  "I can't help it.  I think I'm going crazy."

     "So, when'd you start taking dick?"

     "Just now," he panted, sounding a little uncomfortable.  His eyes opened again, transfixing me.  "You're the first.  But I've been puttin’ stuff inside me for days.  You know, gettin’ ready for you."

     You'd think I'd get used to being rendered speechless by Austin, but I was flummoxed as usual.  None of this exchange had put a dent in my steel hard-on, by the way.  It just sat inside Austin's velvet, virgin 30-year-old fucktunnel, gulping patiently. 

     "How're you feeling?" I wanted to know.

     "Feels great," he grunted.  "I thought it would hurt more, but it’s nice."  He picked himself up and lowered himself a few times, sliding over my cock, sending sparks and a delicious amnesia shooting through me.  "Yeah, this is good.  I like how you feel in me."  He squeezed down and we both grunted in unison. 

     He grinned.  "How'd you like to put me on my back and fuck me, big guy?"

     "I almost came when you said that."  I pulled out long enough for him to settle himself on his back. As I slid back inside, his eyes closed once more, and I could hear him humming quietly. 

     His hands clamped over my newly-hairy forearms and I remembered I hadn't shaved myself since our sex the week before.  Sometimes I get lazy, and again, I wasn't expecting anyone.  So all my body hair had started to grow back.  I've got kind of a lot of it, really; legs, arms, lower chest, all over my stomach, even in places on my damn back.  It had all come in about half an inch in the interim, and I no longer had the "clean" look.  Austin didn't seem to care, rubbing his hands over and through it, trailing up over my arms, shoulders, newly-fuzzy pecs and abs, his legs scissor-locked around my hips.

     "Mmmm, love how you feel," he mumbled.  The sound of his voice saying that made my cock even harder inside him.  I was nervous of moving in case I damaged him.  "Come on," he coaxed, twisting my left tit.  "Stop being a pussy and fuck me."

     "Oh, a pussy, uh-huh."  An involuntary smile fixed itself on my face as I flexed my cock and pulled back out of his channel.  "How about you show me what a pussy feels like," I taunted. 

     He squirmed as I paused at the end without pulling out, then cried out as I pushed back inside roughly.  God, that voice!  I was fucking an angel.  What had I ever done to rate this?  I was fucking an angel.  The muscles in his ass bore down on me as I drove my hips forward, pushing my heavy tool inside, and he moaned and panted and begged me to make it go on and on.

     But by the time you find yourself giving it to a divine creature, face it, you're on the verge of orgasm.  My vision skewed into black holes which ate all the visual information before me and left me clutching, blind and in ecstasy, at Austin's hard, beloved body as it heaved under me, impaled on my spurting prick.  "Coming..." I wheezed, before lowering myself over him, drained.  His mouth sought mine out, hungry, insistent, keeping me grounded, with him. 

     "Austin, what's happened?" I asked as soon as I was capable.

     "You, Mac," he answered.  "I think I might be in love with you."

     "Austin, man, you barely know me--"

     "I saw something in you, when I fucked you, when you took me inside you.  It wasn't like with Susan.  I--"  He nodded his head, coming to an internal decision.  "I think I have to be with you, at least for a while.  I haven't thought about anything else all week.  When I fuck Susan, I think of you.  When I whack off, I think of you.  I have dreams about you.  Having you on top of me, inside me, like this, is how I want to be forever.  I've never felt better than this."

     "Austin--"  I sputtered, feeling like I had a duty to nip this insanity in the bud before he went and fucked his life up over something he barely understands.

     "And I know," he interrupted me, "I can't tell Susan.  I can't tell anyone, but I need this, Mac.  I need you.  I don't know what's happening to me."  Abruptly, he waggled his butt, side to side, and a grin split his handsome face.  "Your cock's still hard.  Keep fuckin' me, man.  Yeah, that's it.  Love you inside me.  Fuck the crush out of me, Mac.  That's why I'm here.  Let's get it out of our systems if we can."

     "Yeah, you just got married, bright boy," I smirked as I porked him.  "Can't just throw that away without some trouble, huh?  Yeah, squeeze me just like that!  Uhh!  You hot little fuck-pig!"

     "Now you got it, big guy!  Show me how you want me takin' it...  Yeah, harder..."

     Austin spent the entire weekend with me.  We seemed to fall into each other, and the guy was inexhaustible.  By Sunday evening, he was as horny as he'd been on Friday afternoon, and we'd spent the entire time eating one another alive.  We'd fucked each other every way imaginable without a divorce being involved, and we weren't sick of it at all.  It was clear that we would have to work much harder to get it out of our systems, if such a thing was possible.

     That was as far as things got before Austin remembered he had to pick up Susan at the airport, so we got him cleaned up and out the door before any more discussion could happen. 

     Then he was gone and I was looking around at the filthy apartment I'd forgotten to notice since the second after he'd come in my door, two days back.

I suppose it would be unrealistic to assume he wouldn't turn up again, even if I didn't hear from him for a couple of weeks.  I tried not to care too much, reminding myself that Austin was fresh out of the gate, sexually, in many ways.  This was in addition to being newly married, which had to be complicating things.  He was just discovering what he was capable of, and it was probably blowing his mind.  I'd known what I wanted sexually since I was an eight-year-old; he was just now working it out, it seemed.  No one ever gives you an instruction manual for this stuff.  I decided I'd see him if he wanted me to see him, but there was no reason to contact him myself.  Probably just cause trouble if I did.

     So I contacted a couple of fuck-buddies instead, and arranged an afternoon session at my place to take my mind off things.  Of course that's the afternoon Austin showed up again. 

     Jack and Knot, a nice couple I played with on and off, had just arrived.  Jack's a good-looking, slim, but well-built, redhead with a beautiful, addictive cock and an ass I can't seem to stay out of.  I met him through my huge, bodybuilding friend, Knot, when they originally started seeing each other, and the three of us always had good chemistry.  Jack's a cute, horny godsend, as far as I'm concerned.  I'd developed a mean crush on his tight, orange-furred body.  He seems built for taking dick.  Me and Knot liked to give it to him from both ends.

     The pair were undressing and unpacking their gear, and I was gazing with lustful anticipation at Jack's butt, when I heard the pounding out front.  Wouldn't this be a great time to get busted, I thought, getting ready to get aggressive with whoever was banging on my door.

     But it was Austin.  My mind went black.  I stared at him.  "Why don't you ever call first?" was all I could think to say.

     "You have company?" he asked anxiously.  It had slipped my mind.  He looked fantastic.  "I saw a car.  I can leave..." 

     "How long have we got this time?" seemed like a terribly important question to ask.  I wondered if the neighbors would notice if I got on my knees right there.

     "Hey, Mac, where can we put--"  A shirtless Knot padded around the corner and froze at the sight of Austin standing in the open doorway.  Knot's big, bearded mouth widened in a smile, and his huge hand pawed absently at the mat of auburn hair on his mammoth chest.  No one said anything until I piped up with, "Knot, this is Austin.  Austin, meet my good friend Knot, who brought his lover Jack over to get naked and play with me.  Since Knot clearly likes you, and I want to fuck his boyfriend again, would you like to come in and join us?"

     "Say yes," advised Knot solemnly.

     Austin's jaw fell open, which was gorgeous, like everything else he does.  I took him by his hand and walked him inside so I could close the door.  Then he kissed me, deeply, coiling his hard arms around my neck as Knot pressed up from behind him, running his large hands up under Austin's shirt at the sides.  When Austin finally brought his mouth away from mine, he allowed Knot to turn him around and swallow the lower half of his face in Knot's greedy bearded maw.  Austin gave as good as he got, clearly loving the amorous bearhug Knot had trapped him in.  Knot moaned into his mouth.  My prong was pulsing and stiff from watching them. 

     "Hey," I punched Knot in the shoulder, "Jack's waiting."  Austin looked at me, and I inclined my head down the hall.  "Let's go in the bedroom, boy, so I can see you take someone else's dick."

"So you're saying you've introduced my husband to group sex?  Am I hearing this correctly?"

     "If you haven't gotten around to it yet, I guess I must have.  Tell me, since I'm telling you so much, have his sexual habits changed with you?"

     "He tried to buttfuck me once.  I shut that down."

     "Yeah, I thought you might.  He's still interested in you though, right?"

     "There's no indication of what you've been describing.  Will Knot back this up?"

     "Well, that's kind of the heart of the matter..." I say, amazed at myself for having told her this much.  I figure I may as well go the whole hog...

See, things got kinda weird that afternoon.

     Austin outdid himself.  Once again, he showed up with his ass clean and pre-lubed, every hair on his body removed, ready to go.  He'd obviously been practicing somewhere.  Knot lasted all of five minutes with Austin bouncing on his erection, then the big fucker climaxed noisily, shaking like an earthquake as Navy Boy wrung it out of him. 

     I felt like I should be eating popcorn until I remembered Jack, who was also staring dumbfounded at his oversized partner starting a second round on Austin's willing butt.  Knot was holding him down on the mattress and implacably fucking a squealing load out of him as I stuck my stiff meat up Jack's tight, grasping hole.  Jack jiggled his butt around my dick, which felt like a hot tire iron inside him.  He shook as I fucked him.  I love when he does that.

     Knot took his time, fucking inexorably, slow and steady.  He's done it to me, its like getting it from a steamroller.  From the noises Austin made, I could almost read his mind.

     Jack let me position him doggy style next to the other two, and I slowed my strokes to match Knot's next to me.  I could feel sweat building up and remembered I was still wearing a shirt, which I peeled off and threw away.

     I'd thought about shaving my body hair off a couple of times since Austin and I first had sex, but the way he'd pawed at me the last time had put me off the idea, so I let it grow, despite the itching sensation.  It had now been over a month since I'd shaved it and I had a deep, brown forest growing over me.  I'd forgotten all about it until I looked up from pounding Jack and noticed Austin staring at it.  He reached out the hand he wasn't using to anchor himself to the bed and stroked my sweating, furry abdomen.  "That's fuckin' nice, Mac," he panted.

     Knot took hold of Austin's hard cock in one huge hand, stroking lightly.  "You gonna come again, boy?"

     "Nah, big man," he smiled dreamily up at Knot.  "I'm just enjoying the ride..."

     Knot shook his massive head, as if trying to clear it.  Sweat showered us all.  He leaned into his fuck, lowering his monumental torso over Austin's.  "I'm gonna fuck you until I come again, handsome," he murmured in a low, gruff voice.  "Then, I wanna get down between your legs and suck this beautiful dick of yours for as long as you can stand it."  His warm, rough tongue flashed out to lick suddenly at Austin's chest.  "Is that okay?" he asked.  "Will you let me do that?"

     "Ummmm, yeah, man, yeah, can't wait, stud," Austin moaned, sounding delirious.

     However, things worked out a little differently.  As Knot kept stroking Austin's leaking prick, he abruptly decided that it would be more fun to see what it felt like inside him.  He pulled himself out, planted one of his feet on the mattress next to Austin's right armpit while leaving the other on the floor, grasped Austin's rigid pole and lowered himself sideways down onto it.

     Austin, who had been fucked into a state of utter complacence, widened his eyes in pleasant shock as a guy twice his own size began to piston his ass over Austin's big tool.  They both made the prettiest noises I think I've ever heard, between Austin's moaning baritone and Knot's bellowing basso.  Me and Jack stopped screwing to watch, it was that good.

     When Knot shot his wad this time, it hit Austin in the face, even with the dick still up his ass.  Then he pulled himself off Navy Boy’s jerking prong, and kneeled down to start patiently working on it with his mouth.

"He's an angel," sighed Knot later, after he’d sucked a second load out of the helpless guy with his hot, bearded cavern of a mouth.  He was now loading his wooden pipe with something leafy and greenish-purple.

     "You noticed," I confirmed.

     "Jeez, he looks like that, and he puts out."  Knot stared across the room to where Austin was aggressively and noisily boning Jack, one hand around his throat.  "Where the hell'd you find him?"

     "He's Susan's husband," I admitted.

     Knot's stare swiveled over to me, shocked.  Then he started to laugh.  "Oh, Mac, it’s been great knowing you, but she's going to murder you if she ever finds out about this.  Man, she'll make you eat your own balls!"

     "Don't remind me," I said as I accepted the pipe from him, lit it and took a hit.  Exhaling, I said, "You can't say it’s not worth it, though."

     "No, you're right, I can't."  Still chuckling, he retrieved the pipe from me.  "I also can't say I wouldn't do the same thing in your shoes.  That boy is a fuckin' angel.  I'm gonna get as much of him as I can."  He sparked it, took a massive hit of the smoke.  Didn't exhale.

     After that, he raised his bulk and transported it back to where the other two were fucking, grabbed Austin's head, fastened his mouth over his, and finally blew out.  Austin wasn't expecting it, but he took it well, only coughing slightly. 

     I followed Knot over to the bed, as Jack asked for the pipe.  I blew a hit into his mouth as Knot pushed his dick back inside Austin, who groaned and backed up on him.

     "Good boy," Knot murmured into his shoulder.  "Just can't stay away from your butt."

     Austin, an inadvertent Lucky Pierre, found himself balls-deep in Jack as Knot plowed him from behind.  This was brand new to him; he was fucking and being fucked at the same time.  I wish I'd taken a picture of his face.  It was like he was re-evaluating the whole world at once.  And then he was coming, shooting into Jack as Knot nuzzled his prostate, wrapping him in his huge arms while he howled.  Priceless.

The high kicked in a few minutes later, that's where things got strange.

     It all centered on Austin at first.  We couldn't keep our hands off of him.  He was amazing.  We surrounded him, kissed him, licked him, touched him.  Gradually, orgasm became less of a focus, and it wasn't too long until Austin became less of a focus as well. 

     It was like the affectionate energy the four of us were bringing up had balanced out among us, and we all four fell in love that afternoon, and it didn't matter who you aimed it at, it would end up in the right place.  Love was something we all had an equal share in.

     Time got harder to grasp as it passed.  A peach-tinged, orange haze seemed to surround us as the shadows got longer.  Events became fuzzy.  I remember a moment of being on my back, gazing blissfully up at big ol' Knot, who I'd known for ten years, as he pushed his treetrunk prong into me.  I felt like a teenager.  We'd been fuck-buddies for a long time, but for the first time it wasn't just casual sex.  There were these incredible waves of longing affection for him flowing through me like rivers of force, leaving me out of breath.  I realized I would do anything for him, and knew he felt the same.  His eyes shone as he started to thrust into me, and I was the luckiest fucker in the world.  Absolutely in love with each other.  And the others.

     We four lost ourselves together, lost our egos, lost our fears.  Remembered who we really were.

     Eventually, we drifted back.  Knot and Jack had to go home, back to their lives, but Austin slept with me that night, rubbing his strong fingers through my stomach fuzz, and mumbling half-heard endearments into my neck and chest with that voice of his.

He was gone by the next day, but I'd picked up on the pattern by then, and it was less likely to take me unaware.  I was walking on air anyway for a good week after the four-way.  I figured if the pattern held, he'd show up when he got unbearably horny, and I wouldn't see him before then.  That was cool.  He was worth it.  Actually, he really hadn't been any trouble at all so far.  How long could I expect that to last?

     I'd convinced him to call or text me before he showed up next time, just so I'd be ready for him.  He agreed.

     As smitten as I was, I had no real claim on him, and knew it.  He was married, to my sister of all people.  I didn't know what he did during the weeks I didn't see him.  I didn't want to put him on the spot by asking.  I missed him now, when I worked out. 

     He sent me a few texts, out of nowhere, like a kind of warning to me that his head of steam was building up and I'd see him soon, but no plans were made.  These were pretty explicit texts, though.  Filthy, detailed, possibly admissible as evidence in a court of law.  Flattering, sure, but dangerous.  I recall hoping that he was deleting them as quickly as I was.  Obviously not.

     I went to the gym and ran into Knot, who confirmed my unvoiced suspicions. 

     "Seen much of the angel?" he asked me. 

     I explained that Austin just showed up once every couple of weeks, blew every fuse I had, then disappeared again.  He told me Austin had been over to their place to play, a few nights before.  Knot had slipped Austin his card that first time, but he found it strange that the boy hadn't brought me with him for the second.  Not that he and Jack had turned Austin down, they had too much sense for that.

     Watching him while he told me this, I recognized that Knot was as smitten with Austin as I was.  I felt a quick stab of jealousy, felt cheated, useless, all that bullshit.

     Then I felt Knot's big, warm paw on my side.  He'd noticed I was upset.  His eyes when I glanced up were something I couldn't look away from.  Magnetized, I knew he could see right into me, and cared very deeply. 

     We were in public, but he moved closer anyway.  "Jack won't be home for awhile," he told me quietly.  "I want you to come home with me."

     I thought I should get away before I embarrassed myself any further, but Knot was insistent.  "I don't like seein’ you this way, buddy.  Let's go to my place, and you can work it out on me."

     I nodded.  Suddenly I felt like crying.  Knot hugged me into his huge, overdeveloped arms, and then we went back to his place.

     He locked the door behind him and had stripped out of his clothes in seconds.  His half-hard python hung down along one meaty thigh.

     "Okay, Mac," he told me his deep bass voice rumbling.  "We can talk first, or we can fuck first.  Your choice."  His cock began to fight gravity while he said this.  I could tell which one he'd prefer.

     He looked good.  I got on my knees, still fully clothed.  Knot took two steps closer to me.  "How long has it been since you got off with anyone?" he asked softly.

     "Last time," I said, glancing up past his erection to his face.  "The four of us."  He nodded.  The memory was getting me hotter.  I placed my lips around his thick erection, and suddenly felt much better.  The heavy meat throbbed between my lips, on my tongue.  I grasped it by the base and squeezed, tasting the difference as it reddened with trapped blood.

     Knot gasped raggedly as my tongue licked steadily at the shaft, the area right underneath, behind his cockhead, a trick I learned from Jack, and I felt him get thicker and warmer in my mouth.  One of his mammoth hands fell weightily onto the back of my neck.  I glanced up - his eyes had drifted closed and his huge mouth was hanging open.  I placed both my hands on his big, fur-dusted thighs and took his column in as far as I could.  I was starting to feel the way I'd felt with him that afternoon.  What was happening?

     "Ahh, fuck yeah, buddy," Knot rumbled, like a sleepy locomotive.  "Feels so good when you do that..."  I began to saw at his shaft with my lips, letting his cockhead bounce off the back of my throat, and was immediately rewarded by the taste of his salty precome and a few more veins down his snake. 

     "Aww... Ooooohhhh....  The thing is, Mac," he sighed as I worked him, his palm starting to sweat against my neck, "I can see how much you like Austin.  I sure don't know how to say no to him, and Jack digs him, too.  -Oh yeah, suck it hard, Mac...  Uuhhh!"  His whole big body was beset by lightning tremors passing briefly through him.  I felt the buzz shoot through me as well, and then I was sucking him faster, taking him deeper, intent on the act itself.  His prick stiffened to a degree where it pointed up insistently.  I straightened myself, changing my angle to fit more of him down my throat, took him all the way in.  His wide palm clamped down with more force on my neck, his hog expanded down the length of my gullet and I heard him hiss air through his teeth.  My throat spasmed and I couldn't breathe through my nose, but I felt fantastic.  When he let go of me again, I bobbed on his tool violently, spit dripping from my lower lip, splashing across myself.  I didn't care if I made him come.  I'd done that before.  It was just that right then, his cock, his body had become the most important thing in the universe.  I wanted to spend the rest of my life sucking the fat, gorgeous thing.  I was getting lost in it, for the first time in weeks.

     His big hands were under my armpits before I knew what was happening, lifting me to my feet.  His huge, wet mouth was on mine as his arms crushed me to him in a passionate embrace.  When he finally let me come up for air, he told me, "Mac, buddy, you're gettin' me way too worked up down there.  You gotta lose these clothes, and I gotta stick it in you, or I'm gonna lose my mind."

     He tore off my shirt, and roughly shoved my gym shorts out of the way.  My cock had been fully at attention for a while.  It bounced up into his palm as he kissed me again, his huge, hot mouth leaving a coating of saliva over the lower half of my face.

     Then he was pushing me backward, naked, onto the bed.  Wasting no time, he lifted my legs so my butt was in the air, and spat twice on my hole.  Then, holding one ankle and resting the other over his landmass of a shoulder, he pushed his hot tool inside me.  He moaned with pleasure as I squealed. 

     "Aww, fuck, Mac!" he growled.  "Why don't we do this more often?"

     "'Cause I'm usually trying to get past you so I can get up Jack's asshole," I grunted.

     "MMMM!  Understandable," he grunted back, starting to pump my butt.  I cried out with the sensation.  I'd forgotten how good Knot was at plowing my hole.  Or maybe he was better than usual.  He turned his hips a little bit and I shuddered.  "I could die happy inside you, dude," he told me, panting.

     I realized then that I felt the same way.  I'd become used to accommodating Knot, just so I could get my hands on his hot little lover, but this was different.  I was starting to see Knot as the main attraction for the first time since I'd met him.  And, from the way he was looking down at me as he plunged into my tunnel, it appeared this feeling was mutual.  The excitement in his eyes was adorable.  This must be how Jack feels, I thought, when the big guy really concentrates on him.  Highly addictive.

     "See, Mac," gasped Knot through his thrusts, "I think any guy Austin fools around with is gonna fall in love with him...  Uhhh!  ...At least a little bit."  He took a mammoth breath.  "But Austin doesn't know what he's doing.  His energy's way too intense, he doesn't know how to control what he's bringin’ up.  You and me and Jack, though, we've got practice.  Ohh, yeah..."  He started pumping me harder as his body swelled and flushed.  He wrapped a paw around my leaking prong, stroking in time with his own pumping, and braced the other one against my heaving chest.  After a quick shake of his head, he confessed huskily, "You're about to make me come, stud-muffin.  I can't hold back any more...  Aaoohhh!"

     I actually felt his cock pumping his wad inside me, he was that rigid.  His eyes rolled back into his head and his whole torso heaved, dripping sweat down onto me.  Knot had always been a little too large to look cute to me, but he was irresistible at that moment, as his 21-gun salute fired off.  Like the biggest, hottest teddy bear that had ever held me, he nestled his sweaty torso down over mine.

     "Knot, I think I'm getting way too attached to you," I murmured into his neck.

     "I feel exactly the same way, Mac," his huge lips and facial hair softly tickled my ear.  "Something's happened to all four of us, I'm still not sure what.  Maybe it was what we smoked, but it never hits me and Jack that way.  You and I've been friends for a long time.  We should be old news to each other, but after that four-way, I don't know any more."  His big hands stroked my sides.  "I think about you a lot lately.  I don't like seeing you this messed up over someone.  I don't think Austin's doing this to you on purpose.  He doesn't know what he's doing.  He just knows that he's wanted, maybe for the first time ever."

     "What do you mean?"

     "I don't think Austin knows how good-looking he is.  But he's figuring it out.  I've been thinking that the three of us should be there for him, try to support him through this, keep him from droppin’ off the deep end.  But I think we should be there for you, too.  You looked so miserable when I saw you earlier, I couldn't leave you like that."  He kissed me again, taking his time.  I forgot where I was, holding onto his big shoulders as our tongues wrestled.

     "If you don't have anywhere else to be, I want you to stay with me and Jack tonight."

     "I don't have to be anywhere until tomorrow," I said.

     "Well, I don't want you leaving here until we've got you feeling a lot better."  He ran a wide palm over my now-very-hairy trunk.  "I like this, by the way.  Tattoos be damned, you look great with a fur coat.  It's one of the reasons I shot my load so fast."  I didn't have the heart to tell him that was down to Angel Butt as well.

     "I get the idea that Austin's been dying to get out of his shell for years," Knot continued, stroking my abdomen.  "Now that he's found his way out of it, he's not sure how to proceed.  At the moment, he's got the three of us, plus whoever else he's fucking."

     "Who else is he fucking?" I couldn't help asking.

     "Who knows?” Knot shrugged.  “He told me and Jack he's still boning his wife if she's handy, which might be why we don't see him that much.  She's busier than he is, though.  If she's not there, I think he goes after whatever option seems most likely to him.  In fact, if you're feeling at all guilty about supposedly corrupting him, don't.  That boy's scary horny, and he's got the stamina of a man ten years younger.  If you didn't exist, he'd have found another likely option.  But this is all new to him, and I've seen some guys get overwhelmed if they're not used to this.  The angel might benefit from some guidance, and I think we three are in a position to do it."

     "What kind of guidance?" I wondered.

     "Well, for starters, it would be good to keep him away from meth.  Yeah, I know I blew pot smoke down his throat.  If I'd known him better at the time, I might not've done that.  From what he's told me, he's got no experience with anything but alcohol.  We don't need him forging some kind of association-chain between sex and stimulants.  It's hard to come back from that, and he's got more energy than he knows what to do with as it is.  I've met too many guys who can't get horny without a baggie of powder handy.  That's a huge Achilles Heel.  I don't wanna see him turn out like that.  Let's do what we can to keep him angelic."

     I was staring at Knot like I'd never met him before.  "You've thought about this a little," I said, admiringly.

     "Well, I've been preoccupied by it ever since we had that four-way."  He grasped the sides of my head, and pushed his tongue back into my mouth, and I felt this amazing rush of longing for him.  Apparently, he did too, since he started pawing at me all over again.  "We ain't made you come yet, have we?" he rumbled at me.  We rolled over the surface of the mattress, wrestling with each other's bulk and pressing our hard-ons together.

     When Jack got home, he found us rutting doggy-style and half-falling off the bed.  I've never seen anyone get undressed as fast as he did.  Jack's so damn cute.  I guess I probably don't need to say I felt a ton better by then.

They didn't let me go until the next morning, however.  Just to be safe, they said. 

     We discussed the situation all night, when we weren't distracted by each other's bodies.  Jack agreed with us, but didn't see what we could really do.

     "I mean, we'd have to quit our jobs to follow him around all the time," he pointed out.

     "Yeah," I added, "we'd look like his bodyguards."

     "Or his back-up singers," grinned Jack.

     "Ladies and gentlemen," bellowed Knot, "please give a round of applause for, Angel Face and the Demiurges!"

     We all cracked up over that, although I don't know what a demiurge is.

     "Look," Knot said when we'd calmed down, "all we can do is what he'll go along with.  How about this:  If Austin contacts any of the three of us, we contact the others.  Personally, I want to see if the same thing happens again when all four get together."

Three days later, it happened.  I didn't even have to do anything.  Austin texted me, asking if I was free.  I told him to get himself over here as soon as he could.  I shot a text over to Knot, and Austin knocked on the door.  He'd already been outside.  There's always been a desperate, almost delirious quality to his behavior when he first arrives.  Paranoia, upset by lust.  Followed by crazed abandon once he warms up.  I wondered if it was just me or if he acted this way with everyone he balls.

     Then his mouth was on mine and his arms around me, and our clothes had disappeared somehow and he was rubbing that face of his through my stomach hair, and my cock got so hard I was dizzy. 

     He pushed me backwards onto the bed, then crawled up my body, licking at me.  His hands acted as advance scouts, checking out the territory ahead before his mouth got there.  I shuddered under his touch and lips.  He ended kneeling with his knees on either side of my head, stroking his battering ram of a dick over my face. 

     Then I noticed.  Austin had grown pubes, the same glorious dirty blond as his head, but longer, and there was a layer of almost transparent fuzz on his arms and lower stomach.  My hands came up stroke it, fascinated. 

     "Is it okay?"  The angel was blushing, beet-red, adorable.  "It really turned me on when you let yours grow, I thought I'd see what happened..."

     I opened my mouth, letting my tongue stick out.  Looking relieved, he bounced his heavy, beautiful cockhead off of it, leaving the taste of his precome, then suddenly shoved the whole thing in.  I closed my lips around it as it plunged to the back of my throat.

     "Oh yeah," I heard him grunt.  Then he was fucking my face again, strong hands holding my head in place as he pumped his hips.  I could feel my cockhead tickling my stomach.  Only seemed to happen when I was with Austin.  I was still dizzy, but it was no longer necessary to keep my balance, so I let the room spin as he worked my gullet.  After a while, he reversed himself on top of me so we could suck each other.  He moaned loudly around my rigid erection, sending vibrations through it that drove me to writhing under him.

     By the time, Jack and Knot arrived, we'd both shot a load apiece, and were working up a second wind.  Jack walked in first, and told us, "Um, I'll warn ya.  He's got his ass in the air tonight.  He warmed up on me before we left."

     I took Jack in my arms.  "You poor thing.  Did the bad man make you fuck his butthole?"

     Jack's face was nodding into my neck as he responded, mock-accusatory.  "Uh-huh!  It was awful!  I almost lost my hard-on.  He was begging me to wreck his dirty pig ass.  I'll never be able to take him seriously on top again."

     I smoothed the dark orange hair on the back of his head.  "I'll try to make it up to you."  His hand cradled my erection.

     Knot's a top about 85% percent of the time.  He'll only allow a cock up his ass if he gets really worked up, or if he really likes you, in which case he'll do a lot more than allow it.  The other 15% is worth catching.  Apparently, this was what we were in for tonight.

     Knot didn't waste any time after getting inside.  Stripping his shirt off and walking his way out of his jeans, he made straight for Austin.  "C'mon, boy," he cooed in his deep voice, "ol' Knot needs your big dick up his butt again."  Nude, his wide hard-on preceded him, wagging defiantly in the air.  He didn't touch it, just got on his knees in front of a standing Austin, and slowly, lovingly sucked the other man's tool into his dark, hairy mouth.  Knot's got a freakishly large mouth, so naturally his blowjobs are legendary.  Hell, I'd been thinking about one earlier, when we'd been in that 69.  Austin looked more impressed than usual.  His face had tiny spasms as his fingers buried themselves in Knot's thick, auburn hair.  Knot purred contentedly as he sucked.

     I figured they'd be at that for awhile, so I concentrated on Jack, who had already assumed his favorite position on the bed.  On his back, holding his feet, ass hanging over the edge.  I walked over and pushed my dick head against his opening, which all but reached out and grabbed me.  I sank to the root.  "I see you arrived ready for me," I winked at him. 

     "Fuck me, sir," he said.  I followed his instructions energetically as he stared up at me with his hungry look in those deep blue eyes.

     As this was going on, I overheard Knot tell Austin, "You can't hurt me, handsome.  But I want you to try."  I thought that was pretty funny.

     Shortly after that, Knot began to howl and moan like I'd never heard him before.  I glanced over to see his massive body bent over in front of Austin, who was steadily, brutally driving his dick into him.  The big guy sounded like a wounded animal, but as soon as he said anything intelligible, it was, unfailingly, "More."  Admittedly, Austin wasn't taking it easy on him, was working himself up to the sort of frenzy he'd been in the first time me and him had fucked.  He had that crazy, pissed-off look in his eye, and he was playing Knot like a harmonica.

     Maybe a minute or two later, I felt the bed shift as Knot turned himself over onto his back.  He got even louder once Austin slammed his hog back inside and resumed the ass-pounding.

     I was fucking Jack's red-furred hole during all this, getting lost in it, and when Knot started his caterwauling the second time, Jack's eyes rolled up into his head and he shot a load right then and there, all over himself.  I mean, I was fucking him, but Knot made him come without touching him.  It was so spooky it sent me over the edge, crashing through my orgasm, bracing myself across Jack's body, shaking uncontrollably.

     "Oh fuck!" breathed Austin, through his frenzied panting, "I'm gonna come, you big fucker!  I'm gonna shoot in your ass!" and it made an instant kind of sense to me.

     "Yeah!" shouted Knot hoarsely, bearing down on his own fat erection, stroking fast now, "gimme that shit, boy!  Shoot it up me, stud!"

     Austin descended into gibberish and shouts as he succumbed to the chain reaction and unloaded inside the reclining giant.  Knot's orgasm fountained up and over him seconds later to applause from us and soul-quaking bellows from Knot.

     Although he'd warmed up with Austin, we all made damn sure we had a turn on Knot's fuckhole.  I know I did.  Honestly, I wanted to see if I could get that noise out of him as well.  I could.  Hell, he doesn't do this every day, and if you ever have the opportunity to stick your cock up the horny ass of a guy built like a Mack truck, I say grab that ring, boy.  It's completely worth it!  Jack even boned him one more time before Knot cried Uncle, as Austin and I watched and stroked each other's dicks and smirked like we'd seen it all before.

     How had this happened?  I was in love with all of them.  Brothers and comrades, complete together, we were like a cell with Austin as our nucleus. 

     Everyone's clothes were mixed-up in a pile, forgotten, spread out down the hallway, as an angel and his appointed guardians made love with each other. 

     And later decided to stay together, to see how it turned out.

     Happily ever after...  Maybe?

"So that's how it started," I shrug.

     "If what you're telling me is true, my husband is screwing half the fucking town behind my back!"

     "Look, sis, try not to be judgmental about this.  Your husband's been discovering a lot about himself lately, and maybe that's not going to fit inside a traditional marriage.  The other three of us have been pulled out of our comfort zones by this a little, too."

     "By what, exactly?" she inquires.

     I take a breath.  "Well, you know, relationships have never been much of a priority with me, but right now, I'm involved in a triad with Knot and Jack, with Austin as our fourth when he decides to show up.  The three of us knew each other before, but none of this would've happened without Austin's being involved.  He opened us up to it somehow.  I doubt even he knows." 

     "That's touching," she says, sounding distinctly unmoved.  "How long do you suppose it will last?"  Susan is nothing if not practical.

     "It lasts as long as it lasts.  How long will a two-person relationship last?  This works for now, that's all I can say."  What I decide not to tell her is that I've been walking on clouds lately.  It seems unfair to flaunt it in front of the disadvantaged.  "Look, sis, I do feel pretty bad about this.  What was supposed to be a quick fling has turned everything upside down.  I imagine this is gonna complicate your life."

     "My life was already complicated.  It looks like I need to talk to my husband."

     "Good idea.  When did you start guessing?"

     "You mean before I found those texts?  It was way before that, at my wedding reception.  I knew there'd be trouble when he couldn't keep his hands off of you.  I've seen all this before.  You and your fucking magnetism.  I even tried to warn him."

     "Yeah, I think maybe you just turned him on."

     "Little did I know."  An ironic note has crept into her voice.  I notice her demeanor’s changed.  She's lightened up considerably.  She's actually smiling again.  "Tell me," she asks, "has he done anything really extreme yet?  Like taking two dicks up his butt at once or sitting on Knot's fist?"

     "Ouch.  No.  No, not yet.  Knot's fingers, maybe.  I haven't been taking notes the whole time.  Jack can be pretty distracting." 

     "How serious are you about this, Mac?"

     "Well,” I say cautiously, “sometimes I feel like we're all three just chasing each others' tails, but hell, what's wrong with that?  It's chaotic and fun.  Jack's my jerkoff fantasy, and Knot's the best friend I ever fell in love with.  Unless your husband gets weird, this is the most stable romantic situation I've ever been in.  I think I'll try to hold onto it for a while."

     "Rotsa ruck.  I know for sure my marriage isn't going anywhere I expected it to.  Shit, our first anniversary is coming up in a month..."  She trails off, looking thoughtful. 

     I start to worry, not sure where her mind is taking her.  "Hey, uh, let's not do anything drastic, now..." I begin.

     She cuts me off, standing up abruptly.  "I think you and I should go shopping, Mac."

     "Right now?"

     "Yeah, I don't want to wait on this.  I suspect you know where I can buy of a strap-on dildo.  I'm damned if I’m going to let you three monopolize his cute butt!"

     It looks to me like Austin’s gonna have more than just explaining to do when his wife gets home.  I'm afraid I may have created a monster.