Seeing red

SEEING RED

By Simon Traum

"Come on in," Zark tells Billy, his deep Arkansas twang coming out in his excitement.  "Sorry, but I gotta run.  Pete just called, wants me to drive out to meet him at his restaurant."

     "Pete, huh?  Are you getting another job or are you getting laid?"

     "Sheeit, who cares which?"  Zark grins big and flexes his huge arms.  "I've had the hots for Pete since we met him.  He can hire me or fuck me if he wants."  He seizes Billy in his enthusiasm, crushing him in a powerful bearhug.  "I'd bring ya along, but he didn't say which it is.  Look, hang out if ya want.  I might be back in under an hour, if it just comes to fillin' out paperwork.  Red's here."

     "Oh."  Despite his attempt to hide it, Billy's disappointment is obvious from his tone.

     Red, or Donny, is Zark's latest flame.  Billy, on principle, dislikes all of Zark's other lovers, but that hasn't stopped him from playing with them himself occasionally.  Billy and Red mistrusted each other on sight.  An aggressive, souring tension hangs between them, like an electrified spiderweb, waiting to snare anyone unwary enough to get in their range.  Oil and water.  They both wish Zark wasn't seeing the other one.

     "Yeah, I know, y’all don't get along," Zark drawls, then drops his voice, confidentially.  "Hey, he's feelin’ a little let down right now.  Pete's call just came out of nowhere when the two of us were hangin' out.  Can ya do me a favor, keep him here as long as you can?  There's no liquor in the place, so he'll be okay."

     "He don't listen to a thing I tell him if we're not at work,” Billy points out, not looking forward to even seeing the guy, let alone keeping him company.  “How am I supposed to keep him here?"

     "Try kissin' him.  Look, I'll be back as soon as I can.  Thanks, babe!"  Zark slides his arms around Billy's shoulders, quickly drawing him into a passionate kiss.  Billy springs a rod instantly as their tongues lick one another.

     Zark draws back, pecks Billy on his stubbly neck, pats him on the butt and is gone out the door before Billy realizes he's started breathing hard.

Zark practically flies out of the apartment.  He and Billy met Pete Simpson, a guy who owns a fair chunk of the bars and restaurants in the downtown area, about two weeks back. 

     It was early on a Friday evening when the bar wasn't quite open.  Most of the staff hadn't showed up yet.  Billy was getting radios and batteries organized while Zark waited around in his black SECURITY t-shirt until he could become useful.

     Pete walked in, flashed his gaze around the deserted, cavernous, ugly-lighted room.  Zark's attention was riveted.  Who was this?  The guy was big, broad across the shoulders with the kind of barrel-shaped torso that Zark really likes.  He looked in his late 40's, had mousy brown hair, furry, nicely-developed forearms, and a clean-shaven, sleepy-eyed, handsome face that made him look to Zark like a sheepdog.

     The man saw Zark staring, and made a beeline for him before he could pretend to be looking somewhere else.

     "Howdy," the man said as he came to a stop in front of the Zark's big blond bulk and stuck out his hand.  "I'm Pete Simpson."

     "Glad ta meet you.  I'm Zark."  His heart beat faster as their hands met, squeezing.  "That's Billy over there."  Billy looked up briefly at the sound of his name and grunted, absorbed in the mess in front of him.

     "Zark, huh?"  Pete wasn't letting go.  His palm was warm, verging on hot.  "Haven't heard that one before.  You're a damn big guy."  It was true.  At almost seven feet tall and built solid as a bull-necked, brick shithouse, Zark hears this kind of thing a lot, but he digs it more when it comes from a guy he likes.  He felt like he could purr.  Pete gave his palm another hard squeeze, then took his hand back.  "Is your boss around?  We were supposed to meet earlier and I had some complications."

     "Upstairs," Zark indicated the elevator set into the opposite corner.  "You know the way up?"

     "Yep," Pete chirped at him.  "I'll just run on up then.  By the way, how many nights a week do you work here?"

     "Just Fridays and Saturdays.  Sometimes Sunday."

     "Would you be interested in picking up extra work during the week?  I need another security guy for one of my places.  Wouldn't interfere with this."

     "Sure," Zark responded.  His cock started to pound at the thought of seeing more of Pete.  He couldn't help smiling.

     Pete smiled back at him, handed him his card and disappeared behind the sliding elevator door.

     "Damn, I'd like to get him on top of me," Zark murmured.

     "Focus, buddy," Billy told him, handing him his radio for the night. 

     Zark called Pete the next day, but there wasn't a position ready for him yet.  Pete said he'd stay in touch, let Zark know when he was needed.

     Frankly, Zark could use the extra income, but he'd gladly bypass it entirely for a chance of getting Pete's clothes off.  He's driving with a hard-on down his pantleg.

Red and Billy sit on opposite sides of the room, eyeing each other suspiciously.  Billy's still sporting a residual erection in his jeans, but he sits at an angle with his knee blocking the view so the other man won't notice.  He's not entirely sure why he's doing that.  Red's not a bad-looking guy.  Short, compactly-muscular, blue-eyed blond with a broken nose and a sullen attitude.  Tight black t-shirt and frayed blue jeans.  Little punk, not even thirty yet.  Kid's got the demeanor of an abused puppy, but he bites.  Don't know what Zark sees in him, but Zark sure likes him.  Must be good in bed.

     Billy, for his part, is tall, broad, dark-bearded and dark-eyed.  He and Zark have been scratching one another's itches for a couple of years now, and it's the best thing that ever happened to Billy, if he could just cure Zark of bringing home his strays. 

     Billy supposes impulsively hiring Red as extra security at Trask's, the bar he and Zark work at on the weekends, hasn't exactly sent a message that the kid should get lost.  Billy remains unsure why he did it, it's not as if he likes the moody little psycho, but Red's been no trouble at work so far.  Sober, he's as dependable as he is a loose cannon when he drinks.  And he only throws his stupid attitude at Billy when he's off the clock.  Otherwise, no one's had any cause to complain.  The staff definitely like him much better as an employee than they did as a patron, when he tended to get arrested a lot.  His newly disciplined behavior in the bar has been a big hit.

     On his own time, it's a different story.  "Look," the kid begins defensively, "I'm just waiting for Zark to come back, okay?  You don't have to babysit me."

     "Hey, I just got here," Billy shrugs, defensive himself.  "I didn't know he was leaving so soon.  Give me a minute to decide what I'm doing!"

     What Billy was going to do was see if Zark wanted to spark the pre-rolled Billy'd just acquired, and maybe spend the rest of the afternoon sucking on each other's cocks.  Nix to that, though.  Zark’s flown, and Billy thinks he probably shouldn't smoke weed in front of a recovering, but still problematic drunk.

     On the other hand, he considers, the tension between them is getting downright uncomfortable.  The kid's pissing Billy off, to be blunt.  He can't think of one good reason for Red to be this hostile any time they're not at work.  It's not impossible to imagine them coming to blows at these close quarters.  He knows he'd fuck the kid up if they did, but Zark might never forgive him.

     Ahh, what the hell, he decides.  The blond stares uncomprehending daggers at him as Billy digs the package out of his back pocket, crosses to open a window, and has it lit before the other man says anything.

     "That what I think it is?"

     "Depends."  Billy pulls the smoke into his lungs, blows out the window.  "What do you think it is?"

     Red stands up as he says, "I think I recognize the smell."

     "Want some?"  Billy's dark eyebrows dart up.  "There's too much for me.  I was gonna see if Zark..."

     Red's quickly crossed the room to the window.  He takes the joint from Billy, inhales deeply and holds it in.

     "You look like you've done this before," Billy observes drily.

     "Been a while," Red admits, exhaling, then gets a suspicious look on his face.  Is Billy making fun of him?  He sounds more defensive as he adds, "Ain’t nothin’ I ain’t done before."

     "Except take dick, right?"  Billy takes a drag.  "Zark told me."  There’s a beat of silence.

     Red shrugs.  "I don't like it.  Doesn't mean I don't like guys.  Zark likes me fuckin' him."

     "Yeah, I bet he does."  Zark likes anybody fucking him, Billy decides not to say.  "Least you're doin' it here now, instead of the bar."

     "Yeah," Red smiles lewdly.  He's loosening up.  Billy hands him the burning cylinder again, hoping to draw him further out.  Red's got a magnetism to him when he's not anxious or nervous.  Billy's seen it sometimes at work, where Red's got more than a few admirers.  He's getting into the same space now, and it's very attractive.  Is he feeling the high?

     "You're cute," Billy suddenly blurts in an attack of freshly-stoned honesty.  He feels his ears flushing with blood as Red smiles at him, taking the compliment surprisingly well.

     "So're you," the pugnacious blond shyly admits.  Neither one is touching the other yet.  "I like that hair on your chest," he adds in a quietly intense voice, looking unexpectedly into Billy's eyes.

     Billy's thrown by this sudden directness, but not so much that he doesn't capitalize on these new developments.  Crushing the cherry out in the sink with one hand, he pulls his shirt off with the other, revealing the dark forest that grows neatly over his rounded pectorals.  Red looks shocked, but doesn't wait too long to run his palms over it.  His mouth follows quickly, tongue lapping its way across the twin mounds of furred muscle, from nipple to nipple.  Yeah, the high's kicking in.

     Billy's hands find their way under Red's t-shirt, testing the smooth, muscled surface beneath the fabric.  The boy is sweating under it.  Feels damn good.  Red lifts his arms and Billy removes the cloth entirely.  They push their denimed crotches together, pawing and stroking at their bare torsos.  Billy's mouth slides up Red's neck, sending a shiver through the smaller man.  Things are looking up all of a sudden.  Then their mouths meet, and lock, both their minds blank out and there's no letting go for some time.

"Pete?" Zark calls into the empty, dark restaurant.

     "Back here," he hears Pete call back faintly.  Zark makes his way amongst the dusty booths and debris towards a lit doorway.  The smell of new sawdust comes to him from somewhere. 

     He finds Pete sitting at a desk in a small office in back, lit by a single lamp, an uncapped bottle of whiskey placed to the side with an empty, discolored glass as a companion.  "Hey, I got here as soon as I could, but rush hour and all..."  He trails off when he gets a look at Pete.  The big guy looks sick, pale.  Is he shaking?

     "Don't worry about it, Zark," Pete tells him, swiveling his chair sideways at him, smiling suddenly.  It doesn't look convincing.  "Good news first.  You're hired.  I can start you next week."

     "That's great!" Zark immediately responds, but there's something wrong here.  He can feel it.  "Is there bad news?" he asks.

     "Maybe.”  Pete sighs.  “Zark, this is completely unprofessional of me, and I apologize in advance.  I want to do more than hire you."

     "Okay," Zark's agreeable, despite not knowing what Pete's talking about.

     "Zark, I don't know how to say this so I don't come off sounding terrible...”  He shakes his head, looking down at his open palms.  “Man, I am in serious lust with you.  I can't even think around it."

     "Oh, is that all?" Zark grins, relieved.

     "Is that all?!  What do you mean?  It’s a total conflict of interest!"  His voice cracking, Pete's clearly been beating himself up over this.  “I offered you a job, and now…”

     "Pete, boy, you sound like you need to get laid."

     "But the job..."  Pete gestures at nothing in particular.

     "Hey, you can hire me or not hire me.  I'll have sex with you either way."  It’s not like it’s the first time Zark’s gotten naked with the guy who hired him.  First time it’s happened this quick, though.

     Pete's tormented eyes dart up to Zark's face, trying to read if he means it.

     "Can...  Can I have you now?"  Pete rasps, then winces at the sound of his own voice.  He looks around guiltily at his deserted back office.  "Hey, I know it's sleazy to ask, but I'm goin' crazy.  You're the hottest man I've ever seen.  I've got a hard-on right now--"

     "Really?  Lemme see that thing, Pete."  Zark drops to his knees in front of Pete's lap.  With lightning fast hands, he pulls the other man's fly open.  His large fingers fumble with the thin layer of underwear and then he finds what he's looking for, gently untangles it, and pulls out an impressively-sized erection with two fat veins snaking around each other up the shaft.  "Oh, Lord!" Zark gasps quietly.  He holds the warm, faintly pulsing tool in one hand, watching the head grow redder.  "Yeah, you do need some attention."

     Pete's eyes close in rapture as Zark kneels in front of him, taking the hard, leaking flesh into his warm mouth.  He can feel it gulping against his tongue.

     "Oh, God," Pete breathes, gingerly placing one overheated palm on the back of Zark's bobbing, yellow head.  "Thank you...  Thank you..."

     It looks to Zark like he won't be getting back home for a while...

First, Billy works a finger in.  It takes some time to do this.  Billy has big hands. 

     Red's suspicious, but Billy can tell he’s unwinding, bit by bit.  They've been stroking and kissing and sucking on each other for about half an hour, subliminally moving into the languorous, sensual state encouraged by the smoke.  However, every time Billy gets his hands anywhere near Red's butt, the kid seizes up, smells a rat somewhere.  This is unfortunate, because now that Billy's seen it, Red's ass is downright magnetic.  Perfectly-shaped twin globes that cry out for manhandling.  Even if the kid won't let him fuck, he just wants to touch...  Just lay his cock along the asscrack and dryhump the charismatic little bastard…

     The first time one of Billy's fingers gets close enough to stroke the surface of Red’s butthole, though, the boy's whole body tenses, pulse racing, jaw clenched, autonomic nervous system kicking in.  Billy, half-lost in his own haze, realizes for the first time that there might be some kind of trauma area here.  He should proceed with caution, for both their sakes.  He tongues the side of Red's neck, holding him tight with one arm while the one finger rubs gently at the aperture.  "Deep breath," he whispers in Red's ear.  The kid takes a shaky breath in response.  Lets it out.

     Slowly, carefully applying and releasing his own light pressure on the clenched opening, Billy advises, "Push out."  Red does so, his ass lips inadvertently grabbing the fingertip when he tenses again.  He gasps, starts to struggle.

     "Hey, hey," Billy strokes his back and he relaxes again, releasing Billy's finger.  His lips plant small kisses on Billy's furry collarbone, and he lets out a tiny whine.  His ass is giving off heat, soaking Billy's hand in warmth.  Billy makes another foray up Red's tunnel, pushing gently.

     With no warning whatever, Red wraps both arms around Billy’s neck, hot tongue invading Billy’s mouth.  His butthole seems to bloom instantly, and the finger slides inside.  Red grunts as he takes Billy in to the last knuckle, aggressively wrestling his tongue the whole time, his stiff hard-on pressing and rubbing its insistent length against Billy’s hairy abdomen.

     "I wanna fuck you," he tells Billy breathlessly.

     "Well, now, I've got a rule about that.  I don't let anybody fuck me who won't return the favor."

     Red gasps a couple times, gulps and responds, "So I can't fuck you until you fuck me."

     "We'll swap.  How's that sound?  You first."

     "I don't think I can do it."  Except he's grinding his ass against Billy's hand.

     "You were doing just fine until you got worried."

     "Okay, okay," Red concedes.  "Just go slow, or I'll punch you so fuckin' hard--"

     "I get it, I get it.  I'll be careful."  Frankly, Billy feels honored that Red's allowing any of this.  Is it possible that Zark hasn’t even tried?  At this rate, Zark might get home to find the two of them banging away.  Assuming he doesn’t have a dick in his own mouth right now.

     "Here," he positions the smaller man on his hands and knees.  Lubing two fingers with the tube in his jeans pocket, he pushes them in slowly, hunting for Red's prostate.  There it is, hard as an unshelled walnut.  Tracing a tender circle around it makes Red growl and push his ass backwards at Billy.  He's starting to like it, bent over the mattress on all fours with Billy behind him.  Billy grins and kisses the back of the kid's sweating neck.  At that moment, Billy will take everything back he thought earlier about Red.  It's like he's just seeing the guy clearly for the first time.  He's finding he quite likes him now, as Red deliriously cranks his butt around Billy's hand.  A sound like a squeak works its way out of his straining throat.

     "Think we can fit my cock in there?" Billy asks.  Red shudders and nods, his ears and neck reddening fiercely.  Billy's thick tool is sticking rigidly out of his dark, straggly pubes.

     He walks his knees forward so his hips are flush behind the other man's ass.  His lubed cockhead presses lightly against Red's opening.  Red doesn't move.

     "Push out again," suggests Billy.  Red does, and Billy pushes the tip in.  Red gasps, but still doesn't move.  It feels to Billy as if there's an incredible amount of heat inside the guy's hole.  Slowly, carefully, Billy pushes forward, sliding inch by inch as the tunnel gives around his width.  Red groans and begins panting rhythmically.  The deep flush spreads down over the back of his neck and upper back, calling his blond hair into high relief.  He shivers as he's penetrated.  When Billy feels his pubes brushing against the kid's asscheeks, he leans forward, resting his weight on the boy's trembling back, wrapping his arms around him.  He wants to let them both relax before he does anything else, but suddenly Red bucks up from under him.

     "No!" Red shouts, launching himself away across the unmade bed, turning himself over in mid-air.  Billy grabs after him, awkwardly, as he falls.  Their limbs collide and tangle.  Billy lands with arms akimbo over Red, who gazes back up at him with a look Billy's never seen on his face before. 

     "Sorry, sorry--" Billy stammers.

     "Shhhh!" Red stops him.  Reaching up to bring Billy closer, he lifts his legs around the bigger man's hips.  One of Red's hands has already grabbed hold of Billy's slick, pulsing tool, guiding it back to Red's hole, and it’s slipping inside easily now, feeling like the missing piece of the puzzle for both of them. 

     "That's better," breathes Red in something that sounds like relief.  Locking his legs behind the small of Billy's back, he lifts his pelvis off the mattress, and impales himself on the hard prong.  He bounces recklessly off of Billy's crotch, grunting like a maniac, letting him know he still wants it.  Billy holds himself as steady as he can during this display.  Once he can think straight again, he seizes two of Zark's pillows, stuffing them under Red's butt so he can get the leverage he now desperately needs.  The kid's liking it, there's no fucking reason to take it easy on him.

     Planting a hand on the smaller man's chest to hold him down, he begins to pump at Red's tight hole, working his hips up and down to pile-drive his fuck in.  Red stares up at him the whole time, gasping "Ah!" every time Billy hits bottom.  And every time he pulls back, the kid bears down on him with his ass muscles.  Neither one of them can think to say much as they work madly off of each other's bodies.  Sweat soaks the sheets.  And Red never stops staring into his eyes.  Trust.  Billy can see it clear as day.  The boy has decided to trust him, and he likes how it feels.  A quick, insane rush of yearning and gratitude washes through Billy's physique, and he lets himself falls back down over Red.  His hairy butt is in the air and his hips still thrust into the clutching hole as Billy moans half-coherent words of devotion to the gorgeous young man who's pulling him closer, kissing him like his life depended on it.

     With a groan half an octave higher than the noises he's been making already, Red shoots his load, beautifully, his swollen dick spewing the thick fluid over his own flexed torso and a surplus onto Billy's.  Billy feels the hot liquid, which goads him into harder, faster thrusts.  Panting like an asthmatic, his climax is on him before Red's even finished squirting.

     They roll around through the damp sheets in each other's arms, unable to let go.

Maybe Zark is sucking a little too eagerly.  Maybe its just that Pete's got an incredibly nice cock.  Despite its impressive girth, it fits well down his neck when he twists his head to the right angle.  He can feel Pete's pulse in his throat when he lodges it there and stays still as Pete squirms.

     Whatever it is, Zark's only been sucking it for a few minutes and has the thing crammed down his neck, his face pressed into Pete's pubes, when Pete makes a noise kind of like a hiccup and Zark finds himself swallowing a geyser of jism.  He can hear Pete gasping desperately, but he can't move since Pete's hands have locked around the back of Zark's head and are keeping him in place as the flood continues.  He can't even taste it since most of it's bypassed his tongue already.  There's nothing to do but swallow and massage Pete's straining thighs.  It would seem Pete hasn't gotten off in a while.

     Zark coughs a little, bracing himself on all fours, once an out-of-breath Pete releases him.

     "Damn, but you look good like that," he hears from above him.  Zark looks up at Pete, who's still sitting in his chair, cock still hard, gazing back at Zark with blatant lust.  The look in his eye is curious, to say the least.  Previously, Pete's been nothing if not constantly polite and careful with Zark.  This look, however, tells him that courtesy is out for the moment and something else is about to happen, something more savage, and soon.  Even Pete's voice has changed, lowered, become more guttural and insistent.  "I hope you're ready for a little more, 'cause I'm not gonna be able to stop now, boy." 

     Raising his impressive bulk from the chair, with dripping hard-on still rampant and wagging, Pete wrestles his bluejeans off, impatiently tossing his boots into a corner.  Removing his shirt, Zark has just time enough to register with approval that Pete's barrel torso is magnificently covered with light brown hair, before the older man has fallen on him, single-mindedly tearing at Zark's own clothes.

     Within seconds the two oversized men are naked, sweating and rolling over the floor of the office, holding one another tightly.  Their stiff dicks bump up against stomachs, thighs, crotches.

     If round one ran a bit short, round two looks like it'll be a great deal more intense.  Pete's started a growling monologue aimed at the big, grey-eyed blond as he aggressively manhandles the slightly larger man to the floor, pinning him face-up on the linoleum and straddling his head.

     "Fuckin' hot fuck,” Pete spits angrily, face twisted into a frightening grimace.  “Got me fuckin’ worked up now!  Gonna fuck you so hard, you fuck.  Come on, gimme that fuckin' mouth.  Open it wider, fuckhead!  Yeah!  Yeah, that's it.  That's what I want, you fuckin' slut.  Fuckmouth whore, SUCK IT!  Yeah!  Suck my horny dick, you fuckin' faggot whore!  Fuck, that feels good, man!  You feel how fuckin' hard you're gettin' me, cockwhore?  Yeah, in and out.  Good fuckin' boy.  Good fuckin' cockslut." 

     Sawing back and forth as he fucks Zark's face against the floor, Pete throws his head back in exultant bliss, shouting "FUCK!!" at the top of his lungs.  Looking behind him, he sees Zark's own mammoth, but neglected tool, sticking straight up from his yellow pubes.  "What the fuck's this?  I think I fuckin' need some of this."

     He withdraws from the madly sucking mouth, reverses his position as Zark's lips search and snap blindly for the suddenly missing prong, then drops his thick erection right back down the hulking blond's gasping maw.  Zark hums happily around it, like a baby with a pacifier, breathing through his nose.  This position allows Pete to lean forward over the other man’s crotch, grasping Zark's inflated hog in one hand and sucking its wide, empurpled head into his mouth.  They both whine like uninhibited puppies around the meat, sucking contentedly.

     Pete's too wound up now for this to last long.  Within five minutes, his reddened face has come up again for air as the monologue resumes.

     "That's enough of that, slut!  Turn your ass over!" he orders.  Zark immediately flips his massive body onto his elbows and knees, manically pushing his ass back at Pete, who shuts up momentarily at the sight so he can mash his face into the crack.  Zark howls as Pete's hands pull the cheeks apart roughly and his tongue invades him. 

     "Yeah, that's what I wanna hear, fucker!" rasps Pete, spitting on Zark's hole before spearing his tongue back into him. 

     Zark's body is quivering as he moans, "Awww, God, Pete!  You're drivin' me nuts..."  He then descends into incoherent whines as Pete, face buried in his rump, reaches under to stroke Zark's pounding erection.  Pete's own hard tool is suspended between his kneeling thighs, unloading a steady stream of goo onto the floor.

     "Fuck me," breathes Zark in quiet desperation.

     "What's that, boy?"  Pete's voice is harsh as he pulls his face away from the spit-slickened aperture.

     "Fuck me, Pete," Zark begs a little more loudly.  "I'm goin' crazy for it.  Please, please push your big cock inside me.  I'm dying...  Fuck me..."

     "Yeah, right, fuck you, slut!"  Pete delivers a stinging smack onto Zark's right asscheek, hard enough that the red handprint is still there half an hour later, in case anyone wants to know who he belongs to.  Zark squeals once.  Then Pete's moved closer up behind his squatting, spread rump, pushing his huge cock brutally into Zark's fucktunnel.

     "Oh, God, Pete," he gasps.

     "Shut up!" shouts the older man.  He smacks his palm across Zark's left cheek, then grabs both and begins to roughly pump his fat horn in and out.  Zark tries to stifle his involuntary groan.  "Shut up and take my dick, fucker!  Is this what you wanted?  Sure as fuck gettin’ what you asked for now!"  Panting with rage, he screws as meanly as he can, lobbing abuse at his partner as his pace speeds up.  Zark can faintly feel raindrops of perspiration falling onto him from Pete's straining body.  "Fuckin' slut!  Bear down on it.  BEAR DOWN, FUCKER!"  He backhands Zark's head as his thrusts increase their velocity and force.  "That's better, fuckhead!  Oh, FUCK!  Yeah!  Yeah!!  That's fuckin' IT!"  

     Abruptly standing up, Pete orders hoarsely, "Get your sloppy ass up and over that fuckin' desk, shithead!"  Zark doesn't make him wait.  When Pete pushes back inside, Zark squeezes him tight without being told.  The desk shakes under their assault and the whiskey bottle capsizes, cracking, pouring its pungent remains over the edge, unnoticed.

     "Fuck, fuck," pants Pete, pounding hard and fast as the smell of hard liquor mixes with the stifling funk of sweat and sex, "that's it, that's it, slut!  That's what I fuckin' need, you goddamn fuckslut.  You make me so fuckin' crazy...”  He spits onto Zark’s wide, glistening back.  “Gonna get my fuckin' nut in your hot, tight hole.  Fuckin' TAKE IT, fuckwhore!"

     Holding on to the edges of Pete's desk, Zark's gone to Fucker's Heaven.  He's such a large guy that it's rare that anyone can intimidate him.  He goes through life with people getting out of his way.  Pete's almost his own size, however, and clearly has no qualms about dominating him.  Hell, the distinctly unstable look in his eyes seems to indicate that he's lost his mind. 

     No one's ever successfully pulled this on Zark, but he's jacked off a few times thinking about it, kind of hoping.  He's so turned on right now, he's afraid his dick might explode if things get any more intense. 

Red's head bobs between Billy's sitting thighs, sucking slowly, bringing him on to erection as the other man relights the joint.  He hits it, passes it to Red, who stops sucking long enough to take a drag and pass it back.  One hand is still curled casually around Billy's dick as he exhales the smoke.  His fingers massage Billy’s shaft.  He clearly enjoys the contact.  So does Billy, who leans forward and kisses him deeply.  Truth to tell, Billy's really starting to like the hot little guy.  Feels great kissing him.

     Red's fingers and mouth have worked him up to a rigid hard-on.  A firm squeeze at the base turns the head a bulging crimson.  However, when he turns around and lines his butthole up with it, ready for another go, Billy has to put his foot down.

     "Hold on, now," Billy stops him, smiling despite himself.  Who'd have thought the kid would be this responsive?  Zark probably could've told him, if he'd listen.

     Red whines a little, still reaching behind to grip Billy's thick meat in his fist.  "C'mon, man," he grates.  "Wantcha inside me again..."

     Billy launches himself onto the little blond, tackling him and rolling him over on the bedding.  He kisses him on his panting mouth.  "Tough," he replies kindly.  "I'm thinking the next dick up your butt needs to be Zark's."

     "Zark ain’t here," Red moans, disconsolate, writhing under Billy's larger body.  "God, man, I want it so bad!  There's a fuckin' hurricane inside me..."

     Billy strokes Red's jutting, stiff prong, which promptly shuts the smaller man up.  It's not the largest Billy's ever seen, which is probably Zark's, but it's sure pretty.  Well-shaped and hard as iron.  He can see why Zark likes it.  "Guess you'll have stick it in me, huh?" Billy suggests.

     Red looks shocked at first, then he grins as if he just remembered that he's got a dick as well.

     "Yeah, I think it's my turn," Billy nods as he smears lube over Red's hot, jerking length.

     He doesn't even give the little guy time to get up, pushing him back onto the mattress and sitting down decisively onto his cock.  Taking it up inside, he bounces on it, feeling it spear him as Red gasps.  Hell, yeah.  Feels great.  Billy's gotten used to taking Zark's big piece, which means he's capable of bottoming harder than Red expects.  Holding his own sexually with a guy even larger than himself has left him overqualified to work Red's eager tool and diminutive build.  He jackhammers his own ass with considerable force down repeatedly onto Red's thickening rod, squeezing the whole way.

     "UuuuUUhhhhhhh!" is about all Red can say as Billy's hungry asshole takes advantage of him.  Immobilized, it's all he can do to stroke Billy's dark-haired thighs as they strain above his sweating body.  He can't speak coherently, but judging from the look Billy sees on his face, he's enjoying the ride.  His cock's sure not getting any softer.

     "You gonna come, Red?" Billy asks, panting like a dog, bottom jaw thrust forward, working his sweat-slickened body into a white-hot, frenzied engine of pleasure.  "You gonna shoot your stuff inside my hungry fuckhole, darlin'?  UUUuuuhhh!  YEAH!  Gimme that hard dick, handsome!  Fuckin' feels so nice!"

     Red, underneath, is nowhere near coming again, but he groans in tortured bliss as Billy works his sensitized crank.  He's already thinking ahead, wondering what it'll feel like when Zark gets home to fuck him for the first time.  He's looking forward to having the big guy on top of him for a change.

Pete's been puffing like he's about to have a coronary, which has Zark a little concerned, but other than that, they're both doing fine.  His heavy, wide cock is hitting Zark's ass-walls in all the right places, sending lightning bursts of pleasure shooting all through his big, gasping body.  Zark wasn't kidding earlier about fucking Pete whether there was a job or not, but he means it even more now that he's got the guy inside him.  Pete's a great big truckload of Stud. 

     Zark keeps looking up in the mirror at the end of the room where he can see Pete working him over, but then he has to look away.  Don't wanna come yet, and Pete looks real good while he fucks, big body swelling, face beet-red, cheeks blowing out with his rasping breath.  Legs look good, too, as Zark can see when he glances back between his own.  Jeez, at this rate, he's gonna shoot before--

     Aww, there it goes.  Zark howls in pleasure as Pete spears his prostate a little harder accidentally and his wad spews across the desk that he's been bracing himself against.  Hope Pete didn't need those papers, 'cause they're ruined now.

     "Oh, fuck!  Oh, God," wheezes Pete.  Zark feels the bruising hold around his hips tighten and already knows what’s coming before Pete announces hoarsely, "Fuckin' comin' up your ass, you big hot fucker!" and shakes uncontrollably as he spills his seed into Zark's warm, welcoming grip.

By the time Zark arrives home again, it’s gotten dark, and he's a little worried about the two he left here earlier.  Their vehicles are still outside.  He hopes they haven't been fighting.

     Fat chance of that.  He finds them sleeping naked in his bed, Billy folded adorably around Red, chin nuzzling the hollow of his collarbone.

     Zark touches Billy on the shoulder.  Billy’s eyes flutter open.

     "Oh, hi, sweetheart," he sleepily greets the big, baby-faced blond.  Red keeps snoring softly.  "Come on in.  We got room."

     "I should shower first.  Be back in a few."

     "Okay.  There's a roach in the kitchen if you want to smoke it.  I think we may have had too much."

     Zark smiles.  "Yeah, looks like it.  You guys get along okay?"

     "Oh yeah.  This guy's got a real surprise for you when he wakes up again.  So, which was it?"

     "Huh?"

     "You get a job?  Or get laid?"

     "Oh.  Both.  I got lucky.  I start next Wednesday, and Pete had me all over his fuckin' office.  He's an even better screw than I thought.  I gotta clean myself up."

     As the hulking blond trots away to the shower, Red groggily raises his head to ask hopefully, "Zark back?"

     "Mmm-hmmm," Billy tells him, planting an affectionate kiss on the boy's earlobe, and then they're both dozing off again to the sound of the shower spraying on the other side of the wall.