1.
Kenny watched his parents head out for the day. They were visiting a friend in the hospital, then going to shop for a new car for his mother, followed by dinner at a new restaurant everyone had been raving about. It left him alone, the first time in the week since he had been home from his sophomore year at college.
He was nineteen, soon to be twenty, and he was horny as hell. At the dorm, he had discovered three others who liked to fuck around, and it kept the four of them spent and satisfied. But the last week of classes, then exams, they had been too busy to fuck, and now he had been home for a week. Three weeks since he had sex, and he was masturbating all the time.
Kenny went to the garage where his weight bench was pushed against the wall, and he pulled it to the empty space where his dad’s SUV would normally be parked. He tugged off his T-shirt leaving him in gym shorts over a worn and frayed pair of boxers. They let his cock hang free and he knew when laying on the weight bench, it would probably slip out of a leg opening. If only someone was there for his tease.
“Don’t think of it, dumbass,” he admonished himself as he put weight on the barbell.
Kenny lifted weights until his muscles were fatigued and he was sweating. Despite it, or because of it, he was so fucking horny he knew he would masturbate before showering. He grabbed up his T-shirt, wiping sweat from his face, then chest and stomach as he made his way inside. He grabbed more water in the kitchen, then went upstairs to his room. He passed his brother’s old room, Holden now living in Raleigh after graduating last spring, and entered his room. Like Holden’s room, it faced the backyard and had a balcony the two bedrooms shared running across the width of the second floor. The main living, dining, and kitchen were on the split level between the ground floor and second floor.
He entered his room to get clean boxers when he heard a mower start in the neighbors’ yard. The Lawrences had lived in the house, but they sold it back in April, moving to a neighborhood closer to the husband’s job. Kenny remembered what his mother had said about the new neighbor. A single man, early thirties, by the name of Forrest Edison. It wasn’t much to go on, and he had been tempted to ask her if he was attractive and if she thought he was gay, the important things he wanted to know. But he knew she was still processing his coming out last Christmas, unsure how to think of it.
Looking out the window, he saw Forrest Edison pushing a mower across the rear yard just below the inground pool. One minute he could see the ass moving in tight shorts, then he could see the attractive face and bulging crotch. The man was serious eye candy and Kenny eased out onto the balcony and sat in the chair next to his double doors. He leaned back, letting his legs stretch out, as he watched him push the mower back and forth. About halfway across the rear yard, Forrest stopped, tugged off his T-shirt, and hung it over a low limb of the Japanese Maple that anchored one side of the yard.
Kenny looked at the upper body, one like a swimmer or runners, lean but muscular with a narrow waist disappearing into the shorts.
“Take off the shorts. Come on, take them off too,” Kenny uttered, knowing there was no way Forrest would mow the yard naked. It was a bawdy idea; one he relished imagining.
As Forrest mowed the yard, the upper body eventually glistening in the sunlight, Kenny watched him. He looked at the masculine nature of the man, imagining what it could be like to have sex with him. The bulging crotch gave hint to a big cock, adding to his imaginings. He propped his feet on the railing, raising his legs, blocking Forrest’s view of his crotch should he look up. He toyed with his cock as he watched Forrest until it was hard, and he slipped the shorts and boxers down in front until he could stroke it. Hand moving up and down as he watched that hot mother fucker.
At one point, he swore Forrest looked up and saw him, but made no indication of having done so, instead, turned and headed back across the yard. He watched the ass move in the shorts. He imagined his face buried in that ass, tongue working down between those cheeks.
Kenny gasp for breath, shuddered, then pushed back as cum roped up his chest. He imagined his cock pumping its load in that ass as cum rained down on his abdomen until he was finally spent.
He sat still, slimy hand loosely holding his cock as it became flaccid, while he watched Forrest shut off the mower. Forrest was finished, and Kenny watched him push the mower back toward the house, entering the door that led to the garage. Coast clear, he jumped up and went inside to get that much needed shower.
2.
Kenny woke with a start, then lay still staring up in the darkness. He wasn’t sure if he had heard something or if his dream woke him. The dream was already a lost memory, so he wasn’t sure. Then he realized he needed to piss and climbed out of bed to go to the bathroom. When he came back, he saw light hit the sliding doors. Just a brief flash, like something reflected. At the sliding doors he looked into their backyard seeing it was dark and nothing stirring about, then he saw light striking the water’s surface in Forrest’s pool. It was coming from the house through a window. There was enough light for him to see clothes draped over two lounge chairs, then two men in the pool. They were at the near corner, backed up to coping, one on the long side and the other on the short side. Eventually one of them let their body float to the surface and Kenny saw cock break through.
“Fuck,” Kenny uttered with the realization the men were naked. He eased the sliding door open, slowly, not making a sound, and eased out onto the balcony. He was in dark shadow, the roof overhang preventing any nighttime lighting from illuminating him, no streetlights from in front, no reflected light from Forrest’s place, or even the light of the half-moon. He dropped his boxers and sat down, tugging on his cock as he watched the two men.
The two men kissed, and Kenny grew erect. One hopped out of the pool sitting on the coping and the other sucked his cock. It was Forrest and Kenny could make out the cock he was sucking as one that had to be seven or eight inches long by how it stuck up between the thighs. It was a nice cock, similar to his own, but it was more impressive how Forrest took it. He stroked in rhythm with Forrest’s head going up and down.
Forrest and his guest moved to the steps and the man got down on his knees right at the pool’s edge, and Forrest came up behind him stroking his cock. Kenny gasped when he saw it. It was huge, thick as a man’s wrist and long enough to tear up that man’s ass. He stroked his cock as Forrest slapped the man’s ass with his cock, then pushrf it between the cheeks. The man cried out, loud enough for Kenny to hear him.
“Yeah, stretch his ass open,” Kenny whispered as he watched the man’s head tilt down as he took Forrest’s cock.
It seemed to take forever before Forrest got that big cock inside the man’s ass and was fucking, but soon enough Kenny could hear flesh smacking against flesh and the man’s grunts as Forrest fucked his ass. He stroked his cock as Forrest fucked the man’s ass. His hand became slick with precum; it made him moan and stroke faster.
Forrest guided the man to one of the lounge chairs, one positioned that gave Kenny a perfect side view with light from the window shining over it. He watched the man lay on the flat section; head bent against the back and hold up his legs.
“Yeah, you want that cock back in your ass,” uttered Kenny as he watched Forrest take the legs behind the knees and push them over and down until tight to the man’s chest. He watched Forrest’s big cock angle perfectly for the upturned ass, then sink into it all the way. The man cried out and Forrest began to fuck.
Kenny watched that cock come into view, then disappear inside the ass as he stroked his cock. When Forrest fucked slowly, Kenny stroked slowly, feeling every inch of his seven inches slide through his hand. When Forrest sped up, fucked so hard, the sound of flesh smacking against flesh echoed in the back yards, he stroked his cock just as hard, just as fast, pushing his arousal to the point he wanted to cum.
Forrest slammed cock into the man’s ass and raised his head, crying out with release. Kenny watched how Forrest kept slamming hips against the ass as if he could push deeper while unloading inside it. He watched as Forrest’s release shuddered him, and as Forrest jammed hips against the ass one more time, cum roped up Kenny’s chest. He clinched his jaw to keep from crying out as cum rained down on his chest and stomach and once spent, he sat back gasping for breath. When he looked down, he saw the man sucking Forrest’s cock.
“Yeah, clean it off. Suck it clean,” he uttered, then raised his hand and licked his cum from it.
3.
Kenny spent the following day wondering how he could hook up with Forrest. Should be just be a young naïve tease, acting as if didn’t know how much he could capture Forrest’s attention, or should he use a more direct approach, just come out with how he wanted to fuck around with him. Or maybe he should just go over and let Forrest find him naked in the pool. Let him see his body, see his nice ass, and how it as available to him.
He paced his room, touched himself until so erect he wanted to jack off, but he refrained, telling himself he was saving it for Forrest.
He sat on his balcony watching for him, but there was no sign of life next door. Nothing. Not even a stroll out to straighten up the lounge chairs or check the pool.
The next day was the same, no sign of Forrest. It drove him mad and his arousal was such his cock drooled all day, keeping his boxers damp. He was horny as fuck and the reason for it was no where in sight.
The third day, Kenny decided to get out of the house. Drive into town for lunch and knock around. Maybe he would get lucky and cross paths with some guy as horny as he was. He might find some military boy wanting to fuck, or maybe some guy home from college like himself, having a dry spell and desperate to get off. Or maybe he would find some guy on his lunch hour, wanting to eat something other than a sandwich. He would let him eat his ass until his cock was drooling with his arousal, then he would let him fuck his ass until they both came.
He took off his boxers and slipped on his favorite jeans. Worn and soft against his cock. He pulled a loose-fitting tank top on, letting it hang free around his waist. Keys and wallet in hand, he went down to head into town.
Downstairs he found a note from his mother, letting him know she and his dad were going to visit friends and would be back late. In the garage, he saw they had left in his mom’s SUV. He raised the garage door and walked out to his thirty-year-old 4Runner; one he got from a friend of his dad. It had over a hundred thousand miles on it, but it had been reliable, taking the abuse he had thrown at it. He climbed in and hit the starter. Nothing. Not even an attempt at turning over.
“Shit,” Kenny uttered, sitting back in his seat. He could go in and get the keys to his dad’s truck, but he needed to get the problem figured out and fixed.
He pulled the hood latch and climbed out. With hood raised, he looked first at the battery, one he had put into SUV less than a year ago. Was the battery bad he wondered.
“What seems to be the problem?”
The voice came from behind him, and Kenny turned to see Forrest standing in his drive. Blue plaid shirt, snug fitting jeans, and a five o’clock shadow that made him look so fucking hot Kenny found himself staring.
“Is it the battery?” said Forrest, breaking Kenny out of his trance.
“I don’t know. I just put it in less than a year ago.”
“Could be the alternator.”
“The alternator,” repeated Kenny, having not considered it.
“Just a minute; I got a battery tester, and we can see if it is the battery,” said Forrest, disappearing into his garage.
Kenny looked through the open door to see a new black Tahoe. A few seconds later, Forrest came out with a small device, unrolling a cable from it.
“Let’s see if it’s the battery,” said Forrest, coming to stand next to Kenny at the front of the 4Runner.
Kenny sized him up, how Forrest appeared two or three inches taller than his five feet eleven and up close, could really see the lean muscular nature of the body. The hair was dark brown, as were the eyes, and the crotch bulged with what he knew was a big cock.
“I’m Kenny…Kenny Vaugh.”
“I assumed you were Kenny. Your mom told me about you and your brother. I’m—”
“Forrest Walker; mom told me about you.”
Forrest smiled. “So, you’re home for the summer.”
“Yes. I just finished my sophomore year.”
“Going to be a junior. My junior year was the best one for me.”
“Really?”
“Yes. Freshman year was all those prerequisites and trying to find my way and sophomore year was the hardest because I had classes required for my curriculum but honestly didn’t understand why. I think they just wanted to torture us with physics. Senior year was hard with my most difficult classes but junior year…it was the most fun and the classes were enjoyable; even the difficult ones were good.”
“I hope its that way for me.”
“Your battery is good; just needs recharging.”
“So, it’s the alternator?”
“That would be a good guess. Do you have the tools to take it off?”
“Dad has a toolbox in the garage, but it is just basic tools, like a hammer and some screw drivers.”
“I’ll get mine and help you get it off.”
“You don’t have to do that.”
“My pleasure. I was just about to run to the auto parts store for oil and filter to change it in my Tahoe. I like doing my own maintenance, so it’s not a problem to help you.”
“Thanks, I really appreciate it. I don’t know the first thing about working on a car.”
Forrest smiled, then headed into his garage. He came back rolling a multi-drawer red toolbox. He pushed it out on the sloping drive and locked the wheels to hold it in place. “Let’s get that alternator off, and you can ride with me to the store to get a replacement.”
As big as the interior of the Tahoe was, it felt close. Real close. Just over the console was tight jeans showing a big cock snaking down the left thigh. Despite his best effort, Kenny could not stop looking over at it, and when Forrest blatantly adjusted it, he nearly gasped aloud.
“You got a girlfriend back on campus?” said Forrest.
Kenny saw his opportunity. He could let him know he was gay and interested. “Oh, hell no,” he replied, chuckling like it was funny.
“So, no girlfriend. A boyfriend?”
“I wish,” Kenny replied looking over at Forrest. “What about you? You got a girlfriend or a boyfriend,” he said, emphasizing the latter.
Forrest laughed, shaking his head. “You must have seen Tom over the other night.”
“Tom?”
“A friend…with benefits,” Forrest joked.
“With benefits. Sounds nice. Maybe I could get some of those benefits?”
“I’m at least ten years older than you.”
“So. You’re still…hot as fuck.” Kenny laid it out there, let Forrest know he was attracted to him.
Forrest pulled into the parking lot of the auto parts store, ending their banter back and forth. Twenty minutes later they came out, Forrest with oil and oil filter and Kenny with a new alternator.
Kenny was tightening the belt as Forrest directed him. The alternator was back in place, and his battery was in Forrest’s garage being charged. He looked over at him standing by the fender of the 4Runner.
“My folks are gone until late, so I’m on my own for dinner. You want to go somewhere and grab something?”
“Why don’t you come over, and I can fire up the grill. Bring your swimming trunks if you want to swim.”
“Do I really need trunks?”
Forrest looked at Kenny grinning. “No, you don’t need them.”
The grill had long ago stopped smoking, and the sky had transitioned from daylight to night, the sky full of stars and hovering over the eastern horizon the waxing moon. Forrest came out of the house to find Kenny in the pool.
“How’s the water?”
“Lose the clothes and come find out,” said Kenny as he pushed off to slowly swim to the other side, letting his body rise into view. He was naked and wanted Forrest to see him. To see his nice round ass and in a minute, he would flip and swim back, letting Forrest see his hardening cock. As he slowly swam across the pool on his back he watched Forrest strip. The shirt, then the shorts and lastly, the boxers. He looked at the masculine body and the flaccid cock that hung heavily over the sac. He smiled as Forrest stepped onto the coping, then dove in.
Forrest came up next to Kenny and playfully pushed him under. They wrestled around, then kissed and touched. Kenny felt Forrest’s cock harden with his manipulation. It stretched out and thickened until his fingers wouldn’t close around it.
“Damn, how big is this thing?” Kenny playfully asked as he stroked it as his own cock became rock hard in Forrest’s grasp.
“Big enough,” Forrest replied.
They kissed again, then Forrest guided Kenny to the steps. They climbed out of the pool and moved to the lounge chairs where Forrest pushed Kenny to lay back on the first one. He took Kenny by the legs and tugged him down until flat on his back and head tilted against the back of the chair. It was exactly like the night Forrest fucked Tom until Forrest went to his knees, stroked Kenny’s cock, then took it in the mouth.
“Fuck,” Kenny uttered as he watched the mouth move on his cock.
Kenny moaned when Forrest tugged on his nut sac and he moaned again when fingers slipped below his sac rubbing his ass. He raised his knees, putting his feet on the edge of the chair, and Forrest took advantage, rubbing his opening then penetrating it. One finger bore into his ass, then two, three, finally four, stretching him open. He looked at Forrest stroking his own cock to full hardness while working the mouth on his cock and nearly the whole hand into his ass. He hammered his head on the back of the lounge chair and moaned and grunted, feeling his arousal build until he wanted to cum. Then Forrest was standing before him. His cock hovered over his stomach glistening with Forrest’s spit and his asshole felt like it was gaped open and slowly closing. Looking at Forrest stroking the big cock, he knew he would soon be stretched back open.
“Fuck me. Put that thing in me,” said Kenny.
Forrest smiled, then moved closer taking each of his legs, bent at the knees, and rubbed dripping cock across his ass. Then Forrest rubbed it over his opening and pumped it alongside his cock.
“Fuck, do it. Put it in me,” Kenny exclaimed.
Kenny gasped for breath and gripped the edge of the lounge chair in a death grip as Forrest penetrated his ass, pushing inch after inch into him. Kenny could see half the cock as Forrest pushed it into his depths. He watched it slowly sink into his ass until he had over half of it and the fullness made his cock drool on this stomach.
“Yeah…you got most of me,” whispered Forrest.
Kenny felt the tug outward. It looked like nearly all of the cock came into view, then Forrest pushed it back inside him. He shivered with the feel of it boring into his depths, then moaned as it tugged at his opening, Forrest pulling it outward. Over and over, Forrest slowly worked the cock through his stretched opening and into his depths. As Forrest fucked, he increased his pace. Soon Forrest was fucking him, driving into his depths. It felt as if the cock would split him in two. It felt monstrous as Forrest hammered his insides. It felt glorious the way he opened to it. He clutched the side of the lounge chair and took every thrust inward. Relished it, his own cock drooling a pool of precum on his stomach.
Forrest slipped each hand behind the knees and pushed his legs against his chest. It felt like Forrest intended to push the air out of his lungs, bearing down heavily on his legs and shoving every inch of the cock into his ass. He shuddered with the feel of it, how his ass had never been stretched open as it was with Forrest’s cock, pumping into his depths with such force he struggled to catch his breath.
“Fuck. Fuck,” Kenny uttered breathlessly.
The lounge chair scooted across the pool deck and squeaked beneath them. And Forrest didn’t let up. He fucked harder, faster, until Kenny saw stars and felt like he was going to cum any minute. His cock flexed with his arousal and kept drooling precum.
“Fuck! I’m going to cum!” Kenny exclaimed.
He gasped for air and shuddered as his cock erupted. Wad after wad roped up his chest as Forrest kept fucking him. Every thrust through his spasming opening made him want his release not to stop. It was such a release he closed his eyes and relished the sensation. His cock ejaculating the last of his load and Forrest just fucking him relentless.
“Fuck-take me!” exclaimed Forrest.
Kenny felt the shove into his depths, how Forrest was pressed against his upturned ass, and he opened his eyes to see the hips hammering down on it trying to push deeper. Then Forrest just shuddered as he came in Kenny’s ass.
There was an outdoor shower head on the wall, and Kenny stood under the warm spray letting it rinse the sweat and cum from his body. He turned and spread his cheeks letting the spray wash off the cum that trickled out of his ass. Forrest moved up close and he bent over further and captured the half hard cock in his mouth. He sucked as best he could, taking about a third of it. He manipulated the flared head until Forrest was trying to push it deeper into his mouth as the cock swelled thicker and longer until back to its full size.
“Turn around and show me that ass,” said Forrest.
“Yes, sir,” Kenny replied with a playful tone, and he turned and bent over, hands on knees. The cock slapped his ass, then Forrest pumped it between his cheeks and over his lower back making him eagerly anticipate the penetration. When the cock touched his ass, he closed his eyes and waited. A push then another, and he stretched open once again and took it. Forrest slowly pushed into his ass, and he shivered with how it stretched him open once again.
“Fuck, you’ve got a nice ass,” said Forrest as he pushed nearly every inch of his cock into it.
Kenny held his head down with eyes closed and focusing on the feel of the penetration. Hands took his waist and held tight, and the cock began the familiar movement of a fuck. A tug outward, a push inward, over and over, until moving steadily inside him.
Soon the sound of hips smacking against ass and Kenny groaning and grunting echoed in the backyard. Forrest built up a brutal pace, fucking to cum.
Kenny felt his own cock as it swung heavily between his thighs. He took it in hand and stroked with a furious pace, matching the pace of Forrest’s fuck. Their fuck was physical, too physical, and Kenny cried out, then shuddered and jerked with release, spraying cum on the pool deck as cock kept pumping into his depths.
Forrest grabbed him by the hair, tugged his head up until standing and pulled back against him. Forrest pumped cock into his depths as his own half hard cock flopped around, then Forrest shoved into him, roughly, and bellowed as his cock erupted in Kenny’s depths.
Kenny dressed and eased back home, having enough time to shower properly and change into sweatpants and a T-shirt before his parents came back. Before going to bed, he stood at the sliding doors looking over into the dark backyard of Forrest’s place replaying their fuck until he knew he had to stop. He climbed into bed wondering if Forrest would be willing to do it again or if he was just a notch in the bed post, one more ass stretched by that cock. He stared up at the ceiling determined to fuck around with Forrest as much as possible over the summer.
4.
For the next few days Kenny rode his bicycle, strolled downtown and the mall, mowed their yard and sat on the balcony constantly looking for Forrest to come out. The garage door had been down since their evening together and he wondered if Forrest had gotten sick and was laid up in bed, or had he gone on a business trip.
When alone in his room, he toyed with his cock, got it rock hard, then let it soften, wanting to jack off, then wanting more than anything to have the cum fucked out of him. He pictured it, that monstrous cock stretching his ass opening and fucking the shit out of him. Fucking him until he saw stars and came without being touched. He had the experience of knowing what it was like, making it easy to reimagine it happening again. The stretching of his opening, the boring into his depths, and banging his insides until he was breathless and dripping.
The next Friday, Kenny went out for a bike ride after lunch. He rode out to the edge of the city and into countryside, marveling at how it was disappearing, fields and pastures replaced by housing developments, apartment complexes, and shopping centers anchoring some major intersection nearby. He wore white bike shorts that had short legs and fit snug, and a blue bicycle jersey. The clothing let him move freely on his bike, and he rode with a tenacity that made him sweat. His body loosened to his exertions, and he put nearly fifty miles on his bicycle before he was pulling back into the drive, stopping just outside the garage.
He stood over the bike and took off his helmet waiting on his breathing to slow back to normal. He leaned on the handlebars watching sweat drip from his face to the concrete. Despite his fatigue, he still felt horny. His half hard cock was plainly visible in the tight shorts, snaking down the right leg, so close to the leg opening he wondered if it would slip free. He was tempted to work it out and toy with it.
A vehicle was pulling up and Kenny turned to see Forrest pulling into his drive. An Audi pulled in behind him and Kenny waited to see if Forrest would speak and to see who was in the Audi. He suppressed a smile when he saw it was Tom, the friend with a benefits package, climbing out of the Audi.
“Hey, you must be Kenny,” said Tom.
In the light of day, Kenny sized him up. A dark dirty blonde hair color and about his height, around five foot eleven or so, knowing the two of them were a couple of inches shorter than Forrest.
“Yes, and you must be Tom.”
“Yep,” said Forrest coming out of the garage. “Tom and I go back to our college days.”
Kenny turned to see Forrest with a briefcase and pulling a large suitcase. “Have you been on vacation?”
“I wish; business trip to the west coast.”
“No time to have fun?”
Forrest shook his head. “Nope, but we’re planning to make up for it this evening.”
“Sounds like a good time.”
“We’re going to grill steaks then hang out. You want to come over and join us?”
“If Tom is okay with it,” said Kenny looking over to Tom who was staring at him. He stood straight knowing his cock would be visible in the tight shorts and Tom’s eyes focused on it.
“I’d love to have you join us,” said Tom.
“Then I’d love to come over. I just need to get cleaned up.”
“Go get cleaned up and put on swim trunks. We’ll hang out at the pool while grilling,” said Forrest.
“Okay,” said Kenny smiling knowingly to Forrest, then over to Tom. “I’ll be over shortly.”
Kenny came out of the bathroom drying his hair. He went to his dresser and slid open the bottom drawer, the one with swim trunks, football jerseys, and hiking shorts. He picked up the swim trunks on top, a black pair with blue strips down each side. They fit loose letting his cock stretch out when aroused. But they were too concealing with the black color. Below were a pair he bought in his freshman year when he had to take physical ed and swimming was required in the first semester. They were short, barely any leg length and turquoise with white banding around the leg openings turning up at the sides to the white waist band. They fit snug, revealing his round ass and when even slightly aroused, his cock would be visible. He lifted them out of the drawer and saw the pair below them. The swim briefs he bought last summer when he went to Fort Lauderdale with a couple of guys. They dared him to buy them, then they were shocked when he came out of the bathroom of the hotel room wearing them. They were light yellow, a color that looked good against his tanned skin tone, and more importantly were so fucking tight they concealed nothing. He hadn’t gotten out of the hotel room before they were back off and his friends were sucking him off then fucking his ass. He smiled as he took them out knowing he would have to slip on shorts over them, so his mother didn’t see him come down in them.
Looking in the mirror, he smiled. He was partially aroused just thinking about the evening ahead, and the swim briefs revealed it, his cock bulging outward. He turned and looked at how his round ass filled out the seat of them. “I’d fuck that,” he joked, then slid open the third drawer for a pair of shorts. He grabbed up a pair of blue shorts and slipped them over the swim briefs. He looked at the closet door thinking of putting on a shirt, but smirked, because it would come off shortly after arriving at Forrest’s. He grabbed up his keys and slipped his feet into flip flops and headed out.
Tom and Forrest were standing at the grill, and Kenny could smell the steaks cooking as he approached them. The two of them were wearing shirts, Tom in white and Forrest in light blue, and both shirts were left open revealing the masculine bodies, and both wore swim trunks, Tom’s dark blue and Forrest’s grey and white. He looked at the two men wondering if he could wait until after they had dinner before messing with them.
“Hey, you made it. Grab a beer,” said Forrest, nodding toward a blue and white cooler sitting behind the lounge chairs.
“Why didn’t you put on swim trunks?” said Tom, looking Kenny up and down.
“I did,” said Kenny. He moved next to a lounge chair and pulled the shorts down revealing the swim briefs underneath.
“Now that’s what I’m talking about,” said Tom, and Forrest turned from the grill and nodded in approval.
“The steaks will be ready in a couple of minutes and we can eat.”
“We picked up some mashed potatoes and salad at the market,” said Tom.
“Why don’t you guys go on in and get the table set and the potatoes out of the oven,” said Forrest.
Less than hour later the three of them were coming back out to the pool. As Tom and Forrest removed their shirts, they watched Kenny move to the pool’s edge and dive in.
Kenny surfaced and turned to see Tom coming down the steps into the pool with a beer in hand and Forrest simply stepped off the coping into the water chest deep. Kenny swam to the far end, flipped, and did a slow lazy backstroke making his way back across the pool. His body ran at the surface, face and chest above the waterline, as well as his cock, bulging enticingly in the small yellow pouch.
As he neared the other end, Forrest came up beside him, and he felt arms slip underneath him. They helped support him and brought him around, circling Forrest.
“You look hot,” said Forrest.
“As do you.”
A hand slipped from underneath and came to rest on Kenny’s stomach. It slid down until fondling his growing cock.
“It’s such a small suit but…it’s still covering too much,” said Forrest as he slipped his hand underneath it until fondling the cock within it.
“Take it off,” said Tom coming up next to Forrest.
Kenny relaxed, let his body float as his swim briefs slid down his legs and off each foot. He was naked and hands touched him, rubbed his stomach and chest and fondled his cock.
“Fuck. Let’s get out of the pool and do this right,” said Tom.
Tom and Forrest playfully pulled Kenny to the steps then guided him to follow them to the lounge chairs. Kenny lay on the one in the middle and he placed his feet on either side of it, legs spread wide apart wanting the guys to see him. All of him, and he slowly stroked his growing erection as Tom and Forrest stripped before him. When they were naked, he looked at the masculine bodies. The two of them had muscular builds, Forrest appearing slimmer with his taller build, but what distinguished them was the cocks they were stroking to full erection. As he had seen the other night, Tom was about his own size, seven inches, maybe a bit longer, but there were differences. Tom stroked a cock that was straight with a flared head while his own was slightly curved with an arrow shaped head. Neither of their cocks could compare to Forrest’s cock. His heart raced in anticipation of taking it again.
“Suck his cock,” said Forrest.
Kenny watched Tom ease down on his knees and lean over the foot of the lounge chair. He watched a hand hold his cock and the mouth descend down it. “Fuck,” he uttered as Tom took nearly every inch then slowly dragged lips back up until at the head and swirled tongue over it.
“That’s it, suck it,” said Forrest as he moved to the side of the lounge chair. He held his cock out, waving it Kenny’s face. “And you need to suck this.”
Kenny smiled, then leaned toward the cock. As Tom sucked his cock, he did his best to take Forrest in his mouth. They sucked noisily, slurping and gasping for breath, Tom after deep throating his cock and he doing his best with Forrest’s cock.
“Yeah, suck my cock,” said Forrest.
Kenny gasped for breath as Forrest stepped back and Tom suddenly had him by the legs pulling him down on the chase lounge. His back was on the seat of the chair, head bent against the back of it, and his ass right at the bottom edge.
“I’m going to fuck this ass,” said Tom.
“Do it. Loosen it for me,” said Forrest.
“Yeah, do it. Fuck me,” said Kenny holding his legs up for Tom.
Tom took his ankles and he felt cock press against his ass. A push, another push, then the stretch of his ass to take the cock. He gripped the edge of the chair as cock bore into him.
“Fuck, he’s tight,” uttered Tom.
Kenny watched Tom, how the eyes went from his torso down to his ass where cock was penetrating it. Tom held still after getting halfway into his ass and letting him adjust to the penetration. Forrest stood next to Tom so he could watch.
“Push it in him, push it deeper,” uttered Forrest.
Kenny felt it, the slow push until Tom was pressed against his ass.
“Fuck, you got it in him,” said Forrest. “Now fuck him. Let me see you fuck that ass.”
Kenny held tight to the edge of chair as Tom fucked him. At first, it was a slow fuck, one that let him feel every inch of the cock, then Tom sped up, fucked with greater physicality, until hammering his ass.
“Jesus, tear up that ass,” said Forrest.
Kenny felt the tightened hold of his legs and how Tom’s rhythm was off, at times just shoving cock into his depths. He saw it in the eyes too, how Tom was close to the point of coming.
“Fuck me, fuck me,” Kenny exclaimed.
Tom hammered his ass, fucked until glistening in the dim light, body sweating from its exertions. Then Tom shoved into his depths and cried out, and he knew he was taking his first load.
Tom pulled back, cock dripping, and Kenny looked at Forrest stroking that monstrous cock. He wanted it. He wanted that cock in his fucked ass. They stared at each other and without saying a word, Forrest moved to the foot of the lounge chair and took his legs behind the knees.
Kenny felt the cock smear Tom’s cum leaking from his ass. He watched Forrest pump the cock over his tight nut sac alongside his own cock. He had seven inches, seven inches that fit snug in a man’s hand, and it looked small alongside the monstrous thing Forrest was pumping against it. Forrest pulled back and Kenny felt the cock press against his hole. He knew no matter how loose Tom got him; it wasn’t enough for what Forrest intended to push into his ass. And he wanted it, every fucking inch of it.
“Put it in me. Go on, do it,” uttered Kenny.
Kenny shuddered when the cock stretched his hole trying to penetrate him. It bore into him slowly but eventually the flared head slipped into his ass, then inch after inch of shaft. It was as before; it left him breathless. Yet, he could see nearly half was still visible, then Forrest pushed again and half again slipped through his tightness.
“Goddamn,” Kenny exclaimed. His own cock flexed over his abdomen, drooling pre-cum until it pooled on his skin. And their fuck hadn’t even begun.
Forrest pushed his legs over, moving over him. He felt the pull outward tugging at this tight opening. Then a push back into his ass. Forrest slow fucked him, working the cock deeper into his ass until he had nearly all of it.
“Fuck, he’s got most of it,” said Tom.
“He’s got an ass made for fucking,” said Forrest, and he increased his pace.
Kenny held tight to the edge of the chair as Forrest fucked him. Faster and faster until he was gasping for breath. Forrest slowed, stood straight holding his legs to the chest, and continued to fuck.
Tom dropped to his knees by the chair and Kenny watched him lean over and take his dripping cock in the mouth. As Tom sucked, Forrest fucked, faster and faster, until the chair screeched across the pool deck.
“Fuck! I’m going to cum,” Kenny cried out. The cock banging his insides and Tom sucking him was too much. He grabbed Tom’s head and pushed it down on his spurting cock. As he ejaculated wad after wad into the mouth, his ass spasm around the thrusting cock. He gasped for air as he came, then finally spent, he released Tom’s head and watched Forrest hammer his ass. It didn’t long, and Forrest was pushing all the way inside him, and trying to push deeper, impossibly deeper, then shuddering with release.
Tom was beneath him, taking his cock, as he took Forrest again. He moved between them, burying his cock inside Tom, then pushing back on Forrest’s cock. He worked himself into a rhythm, moving between the two men. He pushed Tom’s head down on the pool deck as he sank his cock into the ass. Then he moaned as he pushed his ass back on Forrest, feeling the fullness of the penetration.
Forrest lay beneath him as he rode up and down on his cock. He rose on knees then dropped back down, sinking the cock into his ass. He moved steadily, hungrily, on it, taking all of it, every goddamn inch. It felt as if the cock was pushing the air out of him as he slid his ass down on it.
As he fucked himself on Forrest’s cock, Tom watched, stroking his own cock. When he moved with an urgency, slamming down on the cock, Tom stroked faster, and when he moved slowly on it, Tom stroked slowly.
He took his own cock in hand and jacked it to get off again while working his ass on Forrest. He was burning up, sweat trickling down his face and torso. His muscles ached from his exertions. Yet, he didn’t want it to end. He wanted their fuck to continue, go to dawn if possible.
But it was impossible. His arousal pushed to the limit. He wanted to cum again. Tom moved close, stood right next to him, and he tilted his head back and held his mouth open, knowing Tom was close. He could see it in the face.
“Fuck, I’m going to cum,” exclaimed Tom.
Kenny watched Tom’s expression, the body tense up tight, then the cock swelled thicker. Cum dribbled out of it and into his mouth. It was the fourth time Tom had gotten off, and it was obvious he would not do it again on this night.
Kenny swallowed then refocused on Forrest, moving on the cock with determination as he jacked off. He rode that cock until he was exhausted. He pushed himself until he had to cum and jacked his cock until it dribbled cum on Forrest stomach. Then Forrest sat up, bearhugged him rolling him to his back. With arms hooked behind his knees Forest folded him until his ass turned up for fucking and Forrest hammered it until pumping another load into his depths.
Kenny woke confused at first, then smiled at the realization he was still at Forrest’s pool, where he had dozed off in a lounge chair. He was alone, vaguely remembering Forrest trying to get him to go inside but he had refused. His clothes were neatly folded and stacked on the next chair and he climbed to his feet. He stretched feeling the ache of fatigued muscles. The sky to the east was getting lighter. It would soon be sunrise. After getting his clothes on, he slipped out of the gate and went back to his home where he eased upstairs to his room. A quick shower, and he fell into bed, determined to sleep half the day.
Just before drifting off, he remembered giving Forrest his cell phone number, and he smiled at the possibility of future nights at the pool, or maybe next time it would be Forrest’s bed, or maybe they would fuck on the large sectional in the living room. There were over two months of summer before he had to leave for his junior year. He closed his eyes and quickly fell asleep, dreaming of big cocks and fucking.
5.
Kenny goes into the classroom for his final course of the day. He takes a seat about a third of the way back to the right side and takes out his textbook and notebook. He sits back and looks at the other guys, wondering which would be willing, knowing the number would be larger than the number for how many identified as gay. He looked at the guy with black hair and the fairest white skin picturing trying to picture him naked. He turned his attention to the blonde with the muscular body. They were hot, as were a few others, but the one he really wanted, the one he had fantasized about during the class over the last week, since the start of the semester, hadn’t arrived yet. He feared the guy wouldn’t show up, depriving him of something to stare at while thinking of it. The guy was nothing like Forrest, except for the bulge in the crotch of the gym shorts he always wore. Kenny tried to imagine how big that cock would get when erect, wondering if it would be as big as Forrest. He pictured Forrest’s cock, so big he never could deep throat it, but he could take it in the ass and had done so all summer.
The instructor strolled in and sat behind their desk. The class was about to start. Kenny sat back, thinking not today. Then the guy came in. Kenny looked at the tall frame. The guy had to be six feet eight or possibly more and had the body of a basketball player. Lean but muscular, and the coffee-colored skin that a lot of American blacks possessed from decades of race mixing. Kenny wondered how anyone could even think of some purity of race bullshit when there were results such as this standing at the head of the class looking for a place to sit.
Kenny knew his name, Bryan Washington. He had remembered it from the first day of class, when he heard Bryan tell one of the others. Now he watched Bryan scan the room, then for a brief moment it seemed as if Bryan had locked eyes with him. He couldn’t stop himself. He smiled at him, and Bryan smiled back and came down the aisle sitting next to him.
“Hey, how’s it going?” said Bryan.
“Good. You made it just in time.”
“It would seem so. I’m Bryan.”
“Kenny.”
“Kenny, I was wondering if you would like to come back to my place to study for the exam on Friday.”
Kenny smiled, knowing there would be no studying done on this afternoon. “I’d love to.”
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