A Four Alarm Blaze
His eyes went right to me and I saw that same lust for a split second before his smile spread across his face and he turned to the man at my side.
“Neil! Nice to see you again!” Ben Olsen gave the general manly handshake to his son’s girlfriend’s father, with an added clap on Neil’s muscular shoulder before he turned his attention back to me, feeling like a little kid standing next to these huge, muscled dads. “And Brian! So glad you could come again!”
I held out my hand and as soon as the giant hand of my former lover gripped me, that warmth spread through me and my heart fluttered. Ben’s eyes remained on me, his smile hiding something that only both of us registered. At least, I hoped only both of us registered.
“I do hope I’m not imposing. This was all Tami’s idea…” I started to say as Ben’s hand pulled me forward, moving me sideways into the door, not letting go, when I heard the shriek of his own daughter.
“AHHHHHH!” It was Sandra, running at us, Neil kicking off his shoes in front of us, Ben moving his other hand to my lower back, gently stepping behind me, and then letting his hand slide down my ass and cupping it as I stepped in front of him. I could practically hear his moan as I pushed my ass backwards into him as he squeezed my ass hard. I’ll admit it felt good to have his hand on me, squeezing my ass secretly, letting me know he still wanted me.
Sandra was a flurry of movement, coming at me with arms wide, forcing her father to move out of the way and release me from his erotic grip. She hugged me tightly, and as she did, I saw one of the other men I was worried about seeing: her boyfriend, Mario.
Mario looked even better as well since the last time I saw him about a year ago. He looked trimmer, his face more defined and angular, his body in more of a V shape from his wide shoulders and barrel chest to his slimmer waist. His hair was longer on top, but the sides were shaved in a fade, his full beard sculpted to a point on his chiseled face, making him look like a sexy devil. And he gave me a slightly sexy devilish grin as he saw me looking at him.
Sandra let go of me and then kissed my cheek and held me at arm’s length. “How ARE you?!” She was practically jumping up and down at seeing me, and I felt my face blushing.
“I’m doing okay.” I said before she wrapped her arms around me and hugged me tighter than ever.
On the other side of the room, I saw Tami moving towards her father, where she gave him a hug and a hello. And then there was Sandra’s brother, Mark, stepping in to shake his girlfriend’s father’s hand, giving me a quick glance over. Mark, unlike Mario, looked bulkier, thicker, like he had put on weight, making him look more like his dad, adding a bit of beef to his already muscled frame. He still looked good. Maybe too good now. But I knew all too well about his rather dominant side.
And as Sandra released me for the second time, I felt the eyes of all the men in the room on me. Because everyone single one of them had had their cocks in me at one point. Or more than once as I felt Ben’s hand on my lower back again, as if he needed to just touch me again.
With the feel of Ben’s hand on me, I took them all in, standing around the room with their female counterparts, wondering if they liked their man’s penises as much as I did. Mario’s was the biggest easily, and I suddenly wondered just how Sandra managed. Mark’s was my least favourite, basically simply because he became too rough with it and I suddenly had a new thought about just how fiery Tami was in bed. Tami’s dad was pretty fiery in bed himself, and had a nice thick tasty cock which still lingered in my mind since our last session, even though it was almost a week ago now.
I turned to glance at Ben standing beside me, the feel of his hand now lower again on my back as he guided me forward, just resting above the hump of my ass so no one would notice as he gently led me forward into the living room. My heart fluttered thinking about his dick, and how many times he fucked me, or made me suck the cum right out of it during our brief but torrid affair during my second year of university. After Tom. During Mac. Before Joe.
“I’m so glad you came.” Ben’s voice was quiet in my ear as I stepped by him, and I got a whiff of him, that familiar manly scent of his masked with a new cologne, something light, almost spicey in nature. His hand brushed down over my ass again but this time a very distinct finger probed under the curve of my rump before he removed his hand and I looked over at Neil.
Ben’s wife looked tired, and even more overweight than the last time I saw her. I had thought they were splitting up, but obviously Ben backed out. He told me he was going to leave her, but he never did. And then I met Joe.
The crowd dispersed, as some sat in the living room and others moved into the kitchen. Ben pointed at Neil. “Drink?”
Neil glanced over at me like a wife wondering who was driving home. I gave him an imperceptible nod, so he put a hand on Ben’s wide shoulder. “I would love something. Whatcha got?”
“Wine? Beer? Scotch?” I watched the two older men standing across from each other. Both were about the same size. Neil was more fair with his light freckled skin and reddish graying hair. Ben’s hair was thinning over his sizeable skull, but it was still full and dark with hints of grey throughout now. Ben seemed so much darker compared to Neil. Ben was thicker, beefier. Neil was more cut and ripped. Both were handsome. Both were hot. Both were unbelievably muscular. Both felt good inside me.
“I’ll take a Scotch. Neat.”
Ben turned to me and raised an eyebrow. Our eyes locked together for a longer moment, and I felt the world stop as I stared into his eyes. I flashed to the last time I saw him, and the sadness I had when I knew he wasn’t going to leave his wife. And he was the first one I reached out to after Joe died when I thought I was going to lose my mind and end it all. But he didn’t pick up the phone then. I suddenly wondered if I would be standing next to him tonight if he did, rather than the firefighter who now was looking at me too.
“I’m just having one.” Neil said to me. “Knock yourself out.” He gave me a grin and then turned to Ben.
Ben turned with a frown to him. “I hadn’t realized you two knew each other so well.” Ben gave me a quick glance back before turning back to Ben. I knew what Ben was thinking. “So…you guys came together?”
I looked around the room to see who was in earshot but no one else was paying attention. Mario was in the far corner of the living room drinking red wine slowly, his eyes turning to catch me. It was me who got him onto red wine. Mark and Tami were standing in front of him so they weren’t listening. And Sandra had disappeared into the kitchen with her mother.
“Yeah…I picked him up on the way over. Brian used to be our next-door neighbour actually, when he was a kid.” Neil gave a friendly grin, making sure there was no questions about why we were together. But Ben knew about me and my taste in men. Neil didn’t know about Ben.
“Oh really?” Ben gave me a side eye. “I’m sure he was a good boy back then too.”
Neil gave a friendly laugh missing the reference intended towards me. “Yeah, he was a great kid. He’s certainly grown up since then!”
Ben laughed like Neil, and I could see the alpha males testing each other. I had the sneaking suspicion Ben was sizing up Neil, wondering if I had found myself another closeted married man to ride. If I had told Neil about Ben I’m sure they would be squaring up now to fight over me, but Neil was oblivious to Ben’s secret side. At least, I thought he was oblivious.
I nervously looked over at Mario, who was staring at me over Mark’s shoulder, sort of interested in the sight of me talking with these two older men. I suddenly wondered if Mario was wondering about me and either of these two men. If Ben was wondering about Neil, and Neil could be wondering about Ben, maybe Mario was wondering if I was into either Ben or Neil as well. This wasn’t a good idea for me to come here.
“I’ll take a Scotch too!” I said giving Ben a warm smile. Neil looked over at me surprised and Ben just held my gaze with a wry grin himself, before he moved over to the side bar he had in the living room.
Neil stepped over to me and leaned in. “I’ll drive home. But don’t get too drunk for later. It’s been a week and I won’t be holding back.” His voice was deep and gruff, and it made my cock twitch in my pants as he moved past me to the bar with Ben. I felt myself shiver a bit, knowing this firefighter had no idea about me and Ben. I looked up to see Mario still looking over at me.
I moved past where Ben was pouring my scotch and continued into the kitchen to find Sandra and her mother moving quickly. “Anything I can do?”
They fussed about and told me not to worry. Sandra grabbed me and hugged me again, telling me how great it was to see me again, and then pulled me to the side of the kitchen as her mother checked the oven.
“So…are you seeing anyone?” She gave me the raised eyebrow. “Tami mentioned that her friend Allie is interested in you, but I thought you were more into…” she looked over her shoulder at her mother for a moment and then lowered her voice “…guys.”
I shrugged my shoulders. “I don’t know anymore.”
She gave me that sad look and held my arms. “What would Joe want?”
She was the only one who knew about me and Joe when we had started dating. I looked up and met her eyes. “He’d want me to be happy.”
Sandra smiled. “So be happy!”
Ben appeared suddenly holding my drink and moved to me, extending his hand. I reached out for it and felt his fingers on the glass. He didn’t let go. “What are you doing in here?”
“I was just offering….” I stammered, but Ben let go of the glass and my fingers and placed his big hand on my shoulder and steered me back out of the kitchen, pulling my body very close into his. It felt too good to resist.
“Come on. I’ll send Mark in to help.” He said over his shoulder as he pulled me closer into his side and whispered into my ear. “I could fuck you right now you look so good.”
My heart pounded in my chest as he brought me back into the living room with his arm around my shoulder, both of us holding our Scotches. I noticed Neil sitting on his own in one chair, Mark and Tami on the love seat beside him, and Mario sitting all alone on one side of the couch opposite Neil. Ben led me to the couch.
“Look who was in the kitchen.” He spun me around and I was forced to sit right next to Mario, his big legs spread wide leaving me a tinier space as I sat down slowly. Ben then sat down on my right side, his big legs spreading out wide as well. My knees couldn’t help but touch both men on either side of me. I felt my cock stir more, thickening as I tried NOT to look at either hunk.
Mario turned to me, and sort of pushed his leg into me so slowly no one would have noticed his move. Then his big arm nudged me. “How ya been kid?”
The name ‘kid’ did it, causing my stomach to flip. I glanced up at him. He did look better than before. He seemed happier, and more handsome. His face was definitely more chiseled as if he lost ten pounds of fat and looked like he shredded down body wise. Gone was his bit of a gut, and I pictured that tattoo of his on his chest, with the four directions, and how my tongue had traced over every arrow…
“I’m good.” I said with a nod.
“You look good.” He said quietly, leaning into me a bit, his arm pressing up against me, as did his leg. My heart thumped in my chest, and I wondered if he could hear it.
Ben crossed his leg over his knee, the bottom of his wide foot in a black sock facing me. I looked at it and felt my stomach flip again. He stretched his arm out behind me like any father would, and I felt the tip of his finger lightly touch the back of my neck. If by accident, he didn’t move it, causing another ripple of butterflies in my stomach. This was a bad idea, I thought as I looked over at the oblivious Neil leaning forward and talking to Mark and his daughter Tami, not knowing how hard I was getting with Mario’s leg and arm against me while Ben’s finger lightly touched my neck.
“You takin’ care of yourself?” Mario said, lifting his beer to his lips. I watched him drink, those thick lips moving over the bottle like they once did over my cock, his Adam’s apple bobbing up and down on his thick neck. The finger on the back of my neck from Ben moved slightly.
Ben interrupted my side conversation with Mario before I could respond. “I haven’t seen Brian in about 4 years or so. Right?” Ben moved his finger away in fear as if sure someone might notice and leaned forward on the couch.
“Uh, yeah probably.” I turned back to Mario. “The Olsens had me over for dinner a few times during university.”
“I heard you went to Europe!” Ben announced suddenly loudly, bringing a big hand to slap down on my thigh. “How was that?”
I smiled, thinking that it was Mario who pushed me to go to Europe, to help me get over Joe and keep moving on as he had put it. Sandra had taken over my lease. And then she took over my neighbour.
“It was a lot of fun.” I said, suddenly remembering all the ‘fun’ I had in each country with different men.
“I bet it was.” Both men said it together, causing Neil to glance up at me between the two large men. I could still feel Mario’s leg against me, and Ben’s finger was back on my neck. Now Neil was moving his fingers up and down his glass watching me curiously.
This was a really bad idea.
I looked at Neil, trying to say something with my eyes that I wanted to leave, that he needed to find an excuse for him to take me home, before I did something I would regret. There were too many temptations here. Too many unfinished things to say and do. Too many hot men that I still obviously wasn’t over.
Instead, Diane came in and announced that dinner was ready, and Mark and Tami stood up immediately to rush to help, followed by Neil who gave me a nervous look. Mario stood up slowly, and I’m sure pushed his leg into me hard one last time on purpose as he got up. My eyes naturally watched his big beefy ass move. I went to move but Ben’s entire hand went around the back of my neck and held me still.
“Wait.” He whispered.
I watched Mario’s bubbled ass disappear around the corner and heard the sounds of the others walking through the kitchen to the dining room on the other side of it, blocking us from everyone’s view. And then Ben turned to me and lunged over the couch, moving my head with his grip on my neck to his face and his lips came crashing down on mine. I didn’t resist.
My mouth opened and we hungrily kissed, his tongue invading my mouth, our spit mixing, and his hand held me firm. And then just like that he was off me and standing up, pulling his shirt down over his waist and turned to me, holding out his hand.
“Now let’s go.” He grinned at me.
I actually took his hand and stood up, but he didn’t move. He looked at me and I wondered if he was going to kiss me again. He looked down at me and I breathed him in again. Now it was me that wanted to kiss him.
“I really did miss you. I’ve thought about you a lot.” He said quietly before he pulled me in front of him and reached around to grab my ass. “I’m having a hard time controlling myself around you right now.” He pressed his crotch up against mine and squeezed my ass hard before he spun me around and made me walk ahead. I sort of stepped sideways, feeling dizzy as I heard him give a low growl behind me. I put on the best fake face I could muster as I stepped into the dining room to see almost everyone moving around the large table finding their spots.
Neil glanced over at me quickly as I listened to Diane telling everyone where they should sit. Diane was at the end of the table closest to the kitchen pointing at the far end of the table.
“Brian why don’t you sit down there to the left beside Mario. Neil you’re fine there on the right across from him. Tami beside your father, and Mark is here beside me.”
Sandra moved to the other side of Diane sitting across from Mark, Mario moved in the middle and pulled out the chair to the other side of him and looked at me. “Right here kid.”
I looked at the far end of the table in the spot I assumed was reserved for the man of the house. So I’d be sitting beside Mario, to the right of Ben at the head of the table, across from Neil. I wondered who’s leg or foot was going to on me during dinner.
This was really not a good idea.
Neil was the only one who behaved himself at the table, aside from the quick looks, or shy smiles as we ate. Mario’s leg was constantly bumping into me, and I couldn’t tell if it was by accident because his massive quad was simply that big and he didn’t have enough room, or he too wanted me to know he had missed me just as much as Ben did, who’s foot kept brushing against mine under the table. I was surrounded by big men, large men, muscled men who had all had their cocks buried inside my ass at some point over the last five years. And from what I could tell, they all still wanted me.
I caught Neil’s gaze once and he gave me a quick wink which gave my heartbeat an extra skip. Or was it the scent of the straight man to my right and his big arm resting on the table that did it. Or the hunky solid man to my left who suddenly turned to me and quietly asked me a question as his socked foot bumped against mine and he didn’t move it.
“So Sandra tells me you’ve got a new apartment in town?” I noticed Ben’s raised brows, those steel blue eyes prying into me for something more.
I nodded and answered, passing plates around and scooping up a pile of mashed potatoes beside the turkey and gravy already on my plate, telling him where my place was now, and how I had run into Neil during a fire alarm one night.
“I couldn’t believe how much he’d grown.” Neil interjected, a large hand extending to take the plate of potatoes from Ben. Ben turned his raised brows to Neil. “I barely recognized him. The last time I saw Brian he was a skinny little thing running around the backyard with my daughters.”
“Well he’s certainly not skinny now.” Ben chuckled, giving me a rather playful look. He sat back, his plate now full, and I could see the nipples on his massive solid chest underneath his polo shirt. He did like those shirts, and for good reason: he looked amazing in them. “I remember the last time you were here for dinner, you talked about how much weight you’d put on and how into weight training you were. Mark gave you a few pointers too, didn’t you?” He glanced over at Mark who turned to give me a smile. My eyes glanced over at Neil who looked a little more conservative and dressed up for the dinner in his dark blue dress shirt. He had no undershirt on, and I could see the smooth muscular outline of the middle of his pecs as he leaned over to cut his turkey. When I looked back over at Ben, those blue eyes were still staring at me silently.
“Don’t turn this into some testosterone filled discussion about bodybuilding please.” Tami groaned from the middle of the other side of the table between her dad and Mark, who filled out the other end of the table on his own, wearing a plain black tee that showed off his beefier muscular build. He had to be 28 or 29, and looked even better now that he was older and thicker.
“Nah we can save that for later.” Mark’s booming voice said towards me down the table.
I heard Mario take a deep breath in and his leg spread out again, into me, pushing against me as if signaling me.
Neil was smiling at me as he chewed his food, oblivious to the others, probably thinking about his plan on bringing me home to his place as he promised. I hadn’t seen him all week, and we were overdue to fuck. But my eyes fell to Ben’s hands, watching him work his utensils, his thick fingers moving slowly, the veins on his hand visible. My eyes traced up his giant forearm to his round bulging bicep, his jaw moving as he chewed, and his eyes on me as well as I met his gaze. Why was I so infatuated with Ben Olsen when I had Neil Campbell, a fucking insanely hot muscled firefighter ready to take me home?
Ben smiled at me, and he gave me a quick wink himself. Again, I felt that flutter and tried to focus on the conversation around me, ignoring all these horny men. It really wasn’t a good idea to be the only bottom at a table full of muscular top men who were hungry.
The conversation was infectious and I soon found myself listening to Tami talk a lot, Sandra including me in many stories as she looked past her boyfriend Mario at me, who constantly kept smiling at me. Mark seemed to avoid me altogether, and eventually Neil got lost in conversation with Ben. When dinner was over, Diane began to clear the table, followed by Sandra. I jumped up and joined in gathering plates, leaning over to take Ben and Neil’s plates, Neil looking up at me with a lopsided grin as he listened to Ben prattle on about golf.
Tami soon joined us in the kitchen, carrying her own stack as Diane went back and forth between the two rooms bringing the remainder of the items. I heard Mark get up and disappear for a moment, Tami suddenly following close behind. Ben’s voice was still booming in the dining room and Neil’s familiar laugh filled the room. He was being polite as I could tell from the laughter, and it made me smile knowing he was trying his hardest to be nice to his daughter’s potential father-in-law.
Then Mario appeared in the doorway, or rather, filled in the doorway. “Need a hand with anything?” His deep voice almost startled me in surprise as Diane flustered about, actually blushing and moving to him, touching his big arm.
“Don’t be silly, why don’t you take Brian in the other room and relax. We’ve got it.” She said, grabbing a stack of plates and moving to the dishwasher as Sandra pulled out Tupperware.
I glanced over at Mario, who had his hands in his pants like he always did, his big arms puffed up for me to drool over. He gave me that kind grin that always made me melt back when I used to live next door to him.
“Alright c’mon kid.” He pointed his head past me towards the living room and began to move. I couldn’t help but follow that round meaty ass of his, that I once hung on to so tight as his big cock bore its way inside my ass.
As we rounded the corner, Mark and Tami were at the top of the downstairs door and they saw us. “Wanna try out Mario Kart?” Mark gave an almost juvenile grin when I heard Tami squeal.
“Oh my god you have that? DAD!” She bellowed louder than ever. I heard Neil give a blaring “WHAT?” back before Tami announced Mark had Mario Kart in the basement.
A big hand came on my shoulder as Mario moved me forward. “Ever played?”
It was a newer version of the game I had heard of, but hadn’t seen it so I shook my head. Mario’s big fingers dug into my shoulders and he gave me a brotherly shake.
“I’ll teach ya.” He didn’t let go as Neil and then Ben emerged amidst the sound of dishes clanking, Mark already down the stairs, Tami taking Neil’s hand who went by me with a shrug before Mario pushed me ahead of him. I turned to see Ben following behind as the six of us went down the stairs.
With only four controllers to share, Mark handed one to Tami, who held up another one for Neil. Mario patted my shoulder and told me to watch the pro and took the remaining one, leaving me to stand at the far back of the rec room, with Ben suddenly beside me.
“I have to be MARIO!” I heard Mario yell as they started to select characters, everyone laughing at the obvious connection.
“Guess we’ll sit this one. Or go back and help upstairs.” Ben announced, moving very close beside me. The four players focused on the giant split screen and once the game started, they were glued to the set, screaming and moving along with their characters driving along. There was laughing, and more screaming as I watched, and then Ben’s hand moved to my ass.
I turned to look at him and he motioned for me to follow him. I sort of froze, unsure what he wanted, but he moved away slowly, completely oblivious to anyone playing the game. I found myself drifting back towards him, keeping one eye on Neil and the others facing the TV and the other on the large, muscled dad smirking at me as he moved to a door at the opposite end of basement. I hadn’t been behind this door, as it was tucked away on the other side of the stairs far away from the bedroom I once slept in. He passed the room I knew to be their gym and put a finger to his lips as he opened the strange door in the corner and smiled at me to follow him into the darkness.
Like in a trance, I did. I don’t know why, but he intrigued me still. There was always something about Ben Olsen that made me weak in the knees. And as he turned to step inside, I remembered his beefy ass was one of the things that made me groan.
I gave one last look at the loud crew playing the game on Mark’s latest console. They hadn’t even noticed we weren’t standing behind them anymore. So I peered into the dark room to see Ben standing just behind the door, his big cut cock out between the fly of his tight pants for me to see.
His grin was enticing, but his meaty hand stroking his thick shaft was even more alluring, as I remembered that big shaved cock, and how good it tasted.
“C’mere.” He whispered, shaking his big cock for me, his other hand on the door. Like a moth to a flame, I stepped into the small room which was some sort of storage cupboard, and he closed the door behind me with one hand as the other came off his dick and grabbed my neck.
Four years of longing came flooding back as his mouth opened to find my lips, his tongue snaked in and he let out a small moan. I kissed him back, forgetting about Neil and even my own name as I felt his bare cock between us.
“Oh my god I have missed this….” He hissed into my mouth as he hungrily ate my face. My cock hardened instantly as our bodies pressed up against one another. I remembered just how amazing he was at making out, and how passionate he could be as our heads moved in memory together, our tongues working in tandem. I felt his hands on my pants, pulling me forward to practically rip the button open and pull my zipper down before he spun me around fast and marched me forward into the back of the door.
It gave a slight bang and he shushed me quietly, shoving the material of both my pants and my underwear down over my jock ass. His hands went to my cheeks and I heard him moan in my ear. The feel of his hard cock against me made me realize he was going to get what he wanted since he first laid eyes on me again.
I turned my head sideways to feel his stubbled cheek against me. “I don’t think we can…” But he held my face still and kissed me again, poking his cock into my back side.
“I think we can.” He groaned as he lubed up his cock with a lot of his spit, humping at me in between as he held my chin still in his left hand.
“Ben…” I half protested, pushing my ass back into him. My own dick was taking over all my thought processes, all of the blood now firmly planted in my rod, making all my stupid decisions. People we knew and loved were just beyond the door. His wife was upstairs with his daughter. My older boyfriend was in the next room playing Mario Kart with my former lover Mario. And his son was there too who had once face fucked me with his cock in the room next door. But none of that existed currently in my mind. All I could think about was getting this Dad’s big thick cock back inside my ass once again. Because I missed him just as much.
“I want you.” He moaned, licking my ear as he probed in between my legs. I helped by lifting a leg, and reaching out behind me to help guide him in faster. His words egged me on and I found myself panting as we now worked together to insert his bare meat into me.
“I want you too.” I breathed out as he found the spot and he drove it into me slowly.
I gripped his wrist holding my chin and our eyes worked through the dark to stare at each other. I felt his hot breath on me, the smell of scotch whiskey on him, mixed with his own smell that made me hornier than ever. His cock head breached me and I gasped loudly. He covered my mouth with his and practically gave me CPR as he pushed forward.
I stopped his thigh with my other hand, signaling him to take it easy or else I’d really moan loud. But after only a few heart pounding seconds, he groaned, telling me his cock was spreading me wide open for him. I did want him after all, and my ass was welcoming him home.
“I’m gonna fuck you fast baby.” He moaned in between kisses as he held me still and gently thrust into me as silently as he could. “Gonna fill you up quick with my boys.”
There’s something to be said about a quiet, intense fuck, especially when four people are just outside the door in the other room. I got lost in my head, like I had no idea what was happening or who I was or what I was doing. But I clawed at Ben, I moaned as quiet as I could with him, and I pushed back against his bare exposed skin just as much as he dug his big dick into my ass like a piston. He wasn’t holding back. He wanted me again. And I obviously wanted him just as bad.
I reached up and behind his head to grab his skull. I couldn’t clutch any hair as it was now shaved short on the sides and back, but what I could I messed up as his mouth hung open in a gasp-filled panting. His hand moved over my underwear and he freed my aching cock and began to unrhythmically pump it as he fucked me hard and fast.
His other arm wrapped around me and he dug his mouth into my neck and held me so tight against his body while his hips worked frantically. “I fuckin’ love you baby. I’ve missed you so much. I needed this.” He moaned into me.
His grip tightened both around me and my dick and I felt my cock actually leaking from this secret closet fuck. I grabbed his hand around my cock and worked it with him, causing another eruption of words from his mouth at my ear.
“Yeah cum for me baby. Let me fuck it out of you. Daddy wants to shoot with you.”
I pushed my body back against him and tried hard not to make a sound as I whispered out that I was going to cum.
“Cum with me baby.” He whispered back as we started to convulse and shudder together, desperately trying to hold on to one another and not let his cock slip out of my ass.
I gritted my teeth hard and felt the volley of cum shoot from my dick in the darkness as he grunted into my neck and spilled his seed straight into my hole. We silently shivered, spasming together, riding the waves of our simultaneous orgasms as one. He pushed his cock so far into me that I actually gasped suddenly, grabbing his hand still holding my cock and I turned sideways to catch his lips hunting for mine. We groaned into each other’s mouths until we broke free at last, and Ben slowly stepped back from me, gently releasing his still thick cock from my tight hole.
I heard him blow out a puff of air as I felt the pop, looking around desperately for something in the dark room to aid in my clean up. I squeezed my ass shut, hoping not to leak as Ben moved around me.
“Here,” he said, and I felt a cloth near my face as he couldn’t see much. I took it, feeling the cotton fabric of an old torn up blanket, and used it for my hand first, before gingerly giving a quick wipe of my ass. I turned to see him right behind me, his cock still hanging out of his pants as he took the cloth from me and wiped his own hands.
I stood back, watching in the darkness as more laughter and eruptions of yelling sounded beyond the closed door. Ben tossed the cloth in the corner and tucked his flaccid dick back into his pants, zipping up as I did the same, pulling my pants back up over my ass and also tucking my now softer cock into my underwear. I could see him run a hand over his head, flattening his hair so I did the same. Then he stepped up to me.
“You good?” He asked, holding me by the shoulders.
I nodded before I realized that he might not be able to see me. “Yes.” I added to be sure, and then he kissed me again, slowly, longer, even quieter.
“Make sure you give me your new address now and our next fuck will be longer and more naked.” He whispered to me and reached for the doorknob before I could answer.
I waited as he slowly and cautiously opened the door. Light spilled in and I noted he looked put together in the shadow as he peeked around the door. The sounds were louder the minute he opened the door, and he turned to me.
“I’m going right upstairs and offering to help. Wait for a bit then just casually walk back to the game.” He winked at me, then added. “You sexy fucker.”
He stepped out and left the door ajar for me and he moved silently to the stairs. There wasn’t even a slight turn of anyone’s head as they focused on their game. So I stepped out and Ben turned to give me a nod from the bottom step. And then up the stairs he went, as I stepped out of the room with Ben’s cum floating around inside my guts.
I walked slowly over to the four in the room, and no one even turned around. So I stood silently as they finished their race, until Sandra stood up after losing, and held the remote out to me.
“Your turn. I suck.” She had been sitting on the floor in front of Mario, and I just took the remote and moved around. “I’m going upstairs.” Mario gave me a grin and spread his legs wider as I went to take Sandra’s place on the floor between his feet.
Mark and Tami were in the same position, with Mark on the floor though between Tami’s small legs. We restarted the game, and I scooted into a cross legged position, noting how close Mario’s big legs were around me.
I lost that game, probably because I couldn’t focus. At one point during a turn, Mario’s right leg was against me, and I found myself leaning on it by the end. I heard Sandra’s mom holler down and Mark automatically jumped up, pulling up Tami with him.
“Be back in a moment. You two play.”
Suddenly, it was just me and Mario. Alone. And I was sitting in between Mario’s massive thighs, where there was a noticeable bulge in his crotch.
His big hand went over it, as if he was caught. My eyes flicked up from it, to his big brown ones and I saw him grin.
“So…do you miss this?” He asked quietly, squeezing his bulge.
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