I'll Take Care of You Now

It was another construction site.

I wasn’t exactly sure where, but as I watched Rick stuffing his cock back into his jeans, I wondered how many of these places he actually owned or ran. He tossed me an old rag from the side of the trailer for me to use to wipe up my cum on my chest as I slid off the table. I had a brief thought about how many other guys had used it but quickly dismissed it.

It was yet another surprise pick-up after school, another ride to a construction location, and another round of Rick slamming my 18 year-old ass on a table in a construction trailer. My ass felt well used and full, and as I grabbed my pants from the floor and stepped into my underwear first, I looked over at Rick who was tucking in his shirt, now fully dressed.

Rick was a hot man for 50, built like a ex-bodybuilder. But lately, there was something different now about him. Since he took me to the spa again, I wasn’t feeling the connection I had before. I wasn’t sure if it was him, or me. But the intense passion was fading. 

It was two weeks ago now since the spa where a third entered the picture and my mind. Matt Roberts, the local newsman. I still had Matt’s card in my wallet. This was the third time Rick had picked me up since then, and the third time that I was left feeling something different. In truth, Rick was still hot for me and obviously needed to fuck me as much as he could. But I had a sudden thought that I was trying to project onto Rick what I was really feeling, and what I really wanted.

And that was I didn’t want to be owned again by another man like I had been with Steve. Once Steve took me to the spa, and I had met Rick, I became infatuated with Rick and disappointed with Steve. Now it was happening again, as my thoughts kept turning to Matt Roberts, and I viewed Rick in a new light. 

“You free Saturday night?” Rick suddenly asked as I put my shirt on. “I have a poker night at my house.” He smiled at me. “I think you should stop by.” 

I tucked myself in, unsure of how to answer. “I don’t know how to play poker.” I said quietly.

Rick gave a snort. “I don’t need you to play poker.” When I looked up at him he was smirking at me, his big muscular body moving towards me. “I need you to entertain my guests.” He stepped right up to my smaller body and put his hands on my shoulders. “Just a couple of my buddies who share my interests.” 

My curiosity got the better of me. “Do they look like you?” I breathed him in, his big pecs inches from my face. I loved the smell of him, a mixture of expensive cologne and his own body sweat. He seemed to smell the best after sex, and I longed to just cuddle up into him. 

“If you want a job for the summer, might be a good time for an interview with a couple of them.” Rick pulled my body into him, squishing my face in between his chest. His sudden tenderness surprised me as he squeezed me tight, as if he was trying to distract me from the fact that he was planning on sharing me once again. 

“Do they look like you?” I asked again. 

He took a step back and held me at arms length with a sly grin. “You mean, like this?” He pointed at his body. “Sort of. Frank is a big guy like me. Runs a landscaping business and might be hiring guys for the summer. Gord is a tough motherfucker. Big guy too. We used to work out together although he’s let himself go a bit. Marcus works with Gord. Tall black guy. You ever had a black guy?” Rick raised an eyebrow at me. “He’s a lean guy, nice body, and big dick.” 

My heart was pounding at the thought of more men. “You do this a lot?” 

Rick snorted. “Somewhat. We all have the same tastes in boys. We’ve been doing this a while. I met Gord at the spa one night a long time ago. We would meet there to drill some boys. Then we started bringing them to our houses when we could for a night. Poker night. Well, Poke-Him Night we started calling it. I’ve told them about you. They’re dying to meet you.”

I wasn’t sure if I was flattered or scared that Rick was telling his “buddies” about me. Secretly, it was nice to be desired by others. “You’ve done this before?” 

“With their boys yes. I’ve never really had one to share before.” Rick gathered up his things and handed me my shoes. “The one who hosts control his boy. So, they can watch. They can touch. But it’s up to me how far they go.” He raised an eyebrow at me. “Or how far you go.” 

I sighed, realizing that my cock was swelling at the thought. “Are they good looking guys?” I asked shyly.

“I think you’d like all of them. They’re all straight guys. Well, straight living guys until our poker nights.” He laughed at himself and smiled at me. “They’re safe. Manly guys that they love a tight little boy.” Rick moved beside me and grabbed my ass. “Especially Frank.” He kissed me hard suddenly. “And Marcus.” Then he laughed again. “And I’ve seen Gord plow a boy pretty hard too, so yeah…you’d like all of them.” 

“And if I don’t?” I looked up at Rick, and he could see the hesitancy in me. 

He put a big hand behind my head and held me firm. “Remember, I’m in control. They won’t do anything without my consent. Or yours.” 

I remember thinking that didn’t make me feel better. 

“You can be our server as we play. Just sort of hang out and see what comes up, that’s all.” Rick came up behind me again, and pulled me into his massive body, pressing his crotch against my back. “I want to show you off.” 

I couldn’t help but smile as he held me, feeling the strength of him surrounding me. He knew how to make me feel good, safe, secure. Mostly because I had never had anyone do that before. Until Steve.

“Okay.” I heard myself saying. With the recent escapade at the spa with Matt, I was curious for more men. I was realizing just how desirable I was. And how much I wanted to please others. I briefly thought about Matt, wanting to pull his card out soon and swallow my fear and call him. But now that I had this night to look forward to, I wasn’t sure. I figured I’d wait a bit. And see what this new group of guys would bring. 

I remember being very nervous walking into Rick’s house that Saturday night. Rick called it their “Poke Him Nights.” I had made sure I was clean and fresh and ready to go for anything. I hadn’t even touched my dick since Rick fucked me the last time. I had a solid four day load in me and I was ready to explode just at the sight of Rick opening the door when I arrived.

He had on a pair of jeans and a crisp white long sleeve dress shirt that was open at the neck and the sleeves rolled up to his elbows. I could see the mound of flesh of his pecs together under his neck and the massive forearms exposed as he held the door open. He was also barefoot, and my eyes remained on his wide feet as I stepped inside. My dick was already hard as he wrapped his arms around me and kissed me after he shut the door. 

“Let me look at you.” He said quietly, holding me at arms’ length. He had asked me to wear a white collared shirt and black pants, like a waiter. He turned me around and gave a low growl as he noticed my little bubble ass framed nicely by my black Dickies pants. He grabbed both my cheeks in his one big hand and squeezed. “Perfect boy!” He mumbled.

I followed his own round beefy ass in his jeans into the kitchen and helped him put some food out on trays and grab beer and whiskey glasses from the cupboards. He had the basement all set up with a poker table and some 70s Rock music playing. He gave me some instructions on making sure that the guys always had a drink, that food was served frequently, and that I would flirt with the guys, but not touch anyone until he gave any instruction. If I wanted to manhandle Rick, I could.

I was still hard when the doorbell rang and I hovered in the doorway of the kitchen to see who would be first.

I heard Rick bellow “Frank!” as he held the door open and in walked Frank. He was a bull of a man, large and thick. Where Rick was bodybuilder perfection, Frank looked like blue collar meat. He had to be mid to late 40s, and big, practically the same size as Rick as they stood in the hallway together, maybe an inch or two shorter at 6’2 or 6’3, but just as broad and built in a “I work with my hands all day long” sort of way. He was solid from head to toe, probably weighing in a hefty 250 pounds, but didn’t look fat at all. He looked rugged. He was wearing work boots and jeans, and a collared shirt too. His jeans could barely contain his thick thighs. His shirt sleeves were rolled up to his elbows showing off dark hairy massive forearms from manly work. The rest of his arms strained the material of his shirt, as well as his big barrel chest. He had a hard slightly rounded stomach that still showed strength and power, while showcasing his love for food and beer too. His neck with thick, his dark tanned face clean shaven and mean looking, his hair receded and shaved close to his thick skull. He looked like a boxer, or a bouncer, or a mobster. Definitely someone you didn’t want to mess with. 

Frank kicked his boots off revealing a pair of grey thick wool socks over his big feet and followed Rick towards the kitchen. I ducked back into it, getting a beer ready. 

“This is my boy Brian.” I heard Rick say with a grin as he entered.

Frank’s face broke out in a grin, and he said “Hello there” in a very deep rich voice. His eyes were dark brown and they gave me a quick once over before returning back up to my own blue-grey ones. At only 5’3” and 18, I felt like a smurf standing next to these two bulky giants. Frank held his hand out in a greeting, and I immediately took it. His large hand squeezed over mine, and he held it firm. 

“Frank.” He said firmly, still grinning at me and still staring into my eyes. 

“Brian.” I said quietly. His hand was large, warm, and enveloped mine. Sparks shot through me and I couldn’t help but stare up at his eyes. 

“You’re one fine looking boy Brian.” Frank said, releasing my hand but keeping his eyes on mine.

I held up the beer bottle and he nodded, reaching for the bottle. Our fingers touched, Frank’s four fingers grazing over top of mine as he took the bottle from me slowly, letting the electricity shoot through me again as he pulled away in what felt like slow motion. His eyes never broke our gaze. 

“Brian’s looking for work this summer. You should hire him for your crew.” Rick said behind him, snapping us both out of our trance like state.

“Oh yeah?” Frank asked. “How old are you?”

“I’ll be 19 this summer.” I realized I was holding my breath as he stood in front of me. Where Rick was all sculpted muscle and clearly a work of art from the gym, Frank seemed to be all man, his body in peak form from hours of manual labour. He was big. He was thick. He looked strong. He looked tough. And I couldn’t stop staring at him. 

“Well maybe I have something for you.” Frank started to say. The doorbell rang again and Rick slipped out of the kitchen towards the front door again. Frank turned to see him leave and then turned back to me and lowered his voice. “Maybe you can come by the shop for an interview and we can talk about it.” He smiled at me, making him seem friendlier. Softer. Like a gentle giant. He had great teeth, straight and white. His Italian features made him look tanned even though it was winter. He stood up taller and took a swig of his beer, those dark eyes still watching me. I was frozen in my spot, my heart pounding in my chest as I took him in. His dark hair on his forearms. His thick neck. The little bits of hair I could see in the opening of his shirt. There wasn’t a lot of it, but it was enough to make him look manly. I wanted to see him with his shirt off suddenly.

I cleared my throat and looked down at his wide socked feet, unsure of what to do or say. “That sounds great. I do need a job for the summer. I’m heading to university this fall.” 

“Oh yeah? What are you taking?” His deep voice sounded like smooth jazz to me, calming me, soothing me. I could listen to his voice all day long. 

From the hallway I heard another deep voice, this one bellowing loudly over top of Rick’s. I saw Frank roll his eyes upward and give a little chuckle. 

“Sounds like Gord is here.” He winked at me and reached around behind him to grab his wallet from his back pocket. He pulled out a card and handed it to me. “Here you go. Give me a call and we can set up that interview soon.” I took the card from him and read his name, Frank DeLuca, before shoving it in my pocket. I noticed my hands were shaking. 

“Thanks sir.” I heard my soft voice say as I looked back up to him to see his eyes studying me with a smile on his face. 

“Hey,” he said quietly, as the voices in the hallway grew louder and louder in laughter. “Relax. No one’s going to hurt you.” He put a big hand on my shoulder. “In fact, we usually don’t do anything but stare.” He gave me a friendly little shake and then stepped away from me as Rick brought Gord in. 

Gord was another big guy, not as sculpted as Rick or Frank, but bulky and beefy like a motorcycle guy you ‘d see on TV with a shaved head and a grey goatee. He had a round face, with small blue eyes and a solid roman nose. He was shorter than the two men in the kitchen, but still seemed rather massive to me at about 6 feet tall. He was built like a linebacker, wide, solid, bit of a beer gut, but thick looking. He had a black polo on that showed off his big arms. He wasn’t a bodybuilder, but his arms were thick and strong, like he had built his body up through years of hard work too.

“And is this Brian?” His deep voice boomed in the kitchen as he eyed me up and down. “Nice!” he yelled, staring at me with his little blue eyes.

“Good evening.” I said without thinking.

“Brian this is Gord.” Rick said, moving beside me. Rick put his arm around my shoulder and stood beside me as I grabbed a beer bottle. “Gord is a whiskey man.” Rick muttered in my ear. I quickly put the bottle back and grabbed the bottle of whiskey Rick already had out. 

“On the rocks.” Gord announced, and leaned over the counter. He looked smooth, his grey goatee had traces of blonde still, and his arms were so lightly hairy with blonde hair it was almost imperceptible. He had no hair on his chest from the opening of his shirt, and he just seemed like an overall smooth guy. He would be a good Santa. A rather hunky Santa at that. 

I poured his drink and the three men started talking about nothing as I moved away from them. I noticed Frank kept looking at me overtly, while Gord seemed to peer at me sideways, more focused on talking to Rick and Frank than staring at me. Frank on the other hand, did nothing but stare at me. 

Ten minutes later and the last poker guest showed up. Marcus came into the kitchen with Rick and I nearly exploded. He was a black man, tall and lean like an athlete. He had smooth dark skin, big brown eyes, and a day’s worth of a dark beard that made him by far one of the sexiest men I had ever laid eyes on. His lips were full, and his body looked extremely hard and muscled in a runner’s sort of way. He was wearing tight jeans with black socks over a narrow foot, with an untucked black dress shirt. When he shook my hand, his charm radiated from him, his smile set me at ease at once and his silky voice seemed to pierce through me in a dream like manner.

“Brian.” He said simply, shaking my hand. “Nice to meet you. Rick’s been telling me all about you for some time now.” He licked his lips and let his eyes fall down my body as he stood before me. I stared up at him, his size matching the others, a bit taller than Gord, but not quite as tall as Rick and Frank.

It was Rick who broke the silence with a grunt. “Okay guys, enough drooling. Let’s get this game going.” 

Marcus lingered as the other men started to move, giving me a sweet smile before he turned away. But when I looked over at the other men, Frank was staring at me still with a smile that made my heart leap into my throat. I wasn’t sure what was going on, but this was definitely going to be an interesting night. And I almost completely forgot about Matt Roberts for the time being. 

I let the men go to the basement for a few minutes, so I could adjust myself. Wow, I thought to myself. What am I doing here with these guys?! My head was reeling. Rick was my new “daddy” but here were these three others that I would let do me in a heartbeat! Gord was a tough looking guy, who probably could be a loud raunchy guy by the sounds of him. Marcus seemed like a wet dream, and probably had a big cock by the looks of him and walked around like he knew how to use it. But then there was Frank, all manly and bull like who wouldn’t stop staring at me. My ass was twitching, and my cock was already throbbing. I wasn’t sure what I was going to do tonight. 

When I brought down the first tray of food, the men had actually started to play poker. I noticed right away that Gord was almost finished his whiskey, and both Frank and Marcus’ beers were empty. I made a loop with the food, hovering for a few seconds over each guy as they piled on stuff onto a plate before I headed back up the stairs to grab drinks. 

When I returned with two beer, I could hear them talking quietly about me but they stopped as soon as I entered the area. Frank’s fingers did their dance on mine again as he took the bottle from me, still causing rippling effects through my body. Marcus inhaled deeply as I put his down in front of him, letting his one hand glide across his upper thigh and leaned back in his chair so I could see the bulge of his crotch. And Gord actually gave my ass a little smack of thanks as I took his empty glass to refill it, as if I was some cheap waitress in a bar. 

“Easy there big guy.” Rick said with a raised eyebrow at him. 

“Such a sweet looking ass though.” Gord said loudly, making the others chuckle in agreement and stare at me as I went back up the stairs to refill. I grabbed another beer for Rick as well and headed back down. I suddenly felt sexier than ever, and felt myself puff up my little chest a bit as I rounded the corner.

The guys were quiet, concentrating on their cards. I dropped off Gord’s drink and let my hand glide over his shoulder as I moved behind him. Frank’s eyes were on me the whole time again, and I saw Marcus glance up at me as I placed the bottle of beer in front of Rick. 

Rick’s hand wrapped around my waist and he pulled me into his side. “Thanks boy.” He let his hand slide down my waist to my ass and he rubbed it tantalizingly as I stood beside him. “You feeling comfortable?” he asked me quietly. 

I nodded, noticing that Frank was staring at me across from Rick. Marcus pushed his chair back and held his cards up, letting his eyes dart back and forth between me and his hand. Gord’s knee was bouncing up and down, his big hands out in front of him staring at his hand.

Rick’s other hand put his cards down, and he took my hand and pulled it to his crotch. I rubbed it automatically, feeling his bulge and knowing that big cock of his was already hard underneath his jeans. “I think you should show my friends how talented you are boy.” Rick’s hand moved on top of mine and started to squeeze my hand in his. He reached up to his jeans and flipped open the button, and let me unzip him. I slid my hand in between his jeans and his underwear, feeling the heat from his cock under the material of his red Hanes briefs. His swollen cock was bursting to be freed and I suddenly forgot all about the three men sitting there. 

“Yes sir.” I said quietly and knelt down beside him as he pushed his chair back. I pulled his giant cock free and immediately went down on him, taking it all the way down my throat without any gagging.

“Holy fucking Jesus, look at him swallow that dick!” Gord’s voice bellowed loudly. I heard Rick moan slightly as I started bobbing up and down, savouring the taste and feeling of his cock that I was becoming so accustomed to. I did love his dick, and I was suddenly turned on as I realized there were three guys watching me. Like I was back at the spa.

“That is so hot.” I heard Marcus say quietly to my left. I could hear him adjusting just behind me, his chair pushing back and the sound of his hand rubbing his pants so close to my left. I opened my eyes slightly to see Gord to Rick’s right leaning back in his chair too, rubbing his concealed cock in his jeans. I grabbed the base of Rick’s cock and licked up the shaft, and turned to see what Frank was doing across from Rick.

Frank was leaning forward, elbows on the table, his hands folded under his nose, staring at me. Our eyes met, and he moved his hands to under his chin so I could see his smile as he simply watched me. I couldn’t take my eyes off him as I tongued Rick’s cock, slapping it against the side of my face, my own grin appearing back at Frank. He wasn’t touching himself, he wasn’t leaning back like the others. He was just…watching me. 

Rick’s hand went to my head and he shoved me down the length of his shaft, forcing me to swallow it all again and causing me to choke a little.

“Fuck yeah Rick, make him gag on that thing!” Gord hollered. “What a good little cocksucker you’ve got there.”

I slurped and gagged some more as Rick held me on his cock. My eyes squeezed shut as I tried to relax, tried to swallow his fat dick. Rick let go and I came up for air, letting my own spit pour down his cock. I licked it up as Rick took a hold of his own cock. 

“Yeah he’s got a talented little mouth alright. You should see how tight his ass is.” He laughed and gave my behind a smack. “Go get us some more food.” He smacked me again, and pushed me off his crotch, leaving his cock hanging out of his jeans.

I gave Gord a look as his beady little eyes peered at me, his big hand still clutching his own cock. My own cock was hard and as I stood up, Gord’s eyes widened.

“Looks like he’s got his own monster in there too.” He grinned at me. 

“That he does boys.” Rick announced proudly, watching me head towards the stairs. 

In the kitchen, I transferred hot food from the oven onto the tray, adjusting my erect cock in my pants to make it a little more comfortable. When I put the tray to the side of the stove and turned around, Marcus was standing in the kitchen beside me.

He smiled, and moved seductively towards me. “That was quite the show already. You still hungry? How about a bigger dick?” His voice was smooth and slick, and he lifted his untucked shirt to reveal that his cock was already out of his jeans. It was a big one, sticking straight up his stomach. I could see his rippled abs behind it, but the beauty was in his very large cut cock. It was dark like his skin, with a pinker head than I expected. It was thick like Rick’s, and his big black balls were smooth along with the rest of him.

He stepped closer to me and I went down on my knees quickly, grabbing at it to feel his thick tool. My mouth opened wide and I shoved that monster into me as far as it would go, which was not all the way. I heard him moan, and grab the back of my head lightly to hold me carefully. He didn’t force me on it, just held me there, seeing how much of it I could take.

“You ever had ten black inches before?” He said quietly. I grabbed his balls and tried to take more of it down my throat, but my gag reflex kicked in and I pulled back, staring at the shiny head, marveling at the dark colour against my pink hand. I licked the fat head, causing his cock to twitch upward.

“Oh yeah baby, suck it.” Marcus said calmly above me. I looked up to see his eyes looking down on me as I engulfed as much of him as I could. I was just getting into it when I heard someone coming up the stairs and Marcus pulled back and moved behind the island, his shirt concealing his exposed cock. I quickly stood up and faced the entry way. 

It was Frank.

“Rick needs another beer, and so do I so I said I would help you.” His deep voice made me swoon once again, and he eyed Marcus suspiciously.

Marcus had his hands on his hips and you couldn’t tell that his cock was out under his shirt the way he was standing. “I just came to see if Brian needed any help too.” 

Frank glared at him with a sweet smile, and Marcus turned and headed back to the basement doorway. Frank looked back at me. “He wasn’t trying anything was he? Rick asked me to check because he’s got to ask first.”

I shook my head, not wanting to get anyone in trouble with Rick.

“Good.” Frank said, that stare still piercing through me. There was an awkward moment, and then Frank folded his big arms across his chest, amplifying his broad shoulders and meaty pecs, and causing the material of his shirt to strain around his biceps. “You know you don’t have to do anything you don’t want to do tonight.” 

I smiled back at him, grabbing a few more bottles of beer and placing them on the tray with the hot food. “I know.”

Frank continued to stare at me for a moment, then smiled that sexy smile. “Tell Rick you don’t want them to touch you and he will make sure they don’t.” 

I nodded at him, holding his gaze. “Okay.”

“Unless you want them to…” He raised an eyebrow at me, and I was transfixed for a moment.

Frank then took a quick step forward, opened his arms and pulled me into him, his mouth moving to mine, his lips parting and I felt his tongue slide gingerly into my mouth. I breathed in deeply as I felt his mouth cover mine, and heard his own inhalation as he kissed me hard.

I was literally swept off my feet, feeling his big body surrounding me, his arms wrapping around my body, pulling me into his body firmly, tightly. He kissed me like he knew what he was doing, and I felt lightheaded, dizzy. If fireworks could explode over top of us, they would. My hands went around his back and I was overcome by the size of him, and how solid he felt. They slid down over his jean covered ass, so hard and round that I couldn’t help but squeeze it tight, making him breath harder and moan slightly before he pulled back and grabbed my arms to hold me away from him.

“Fuck, I’m sorry.” He suddenly said quietly, releasing me from his strong grip.

I was speechless, and he ducked his head down and turned away from me and headed to back to thebasement.

What the fuck just happened? I thought to myself, still standing in the spot he released me. My cock was bulging now in my pants and I looked around at the tray I needed to bring down. This man had just kissed me like I was his girlfriend, or his wife. He had been watching me all night. Staring at me with that look. And this kiss…it was like every happy feeling just flooded through me. Christmas morning. Sunshine. Puppies. Everything! 

I brought my hand to my lips and wiped them slightly, still feeling the lingering effects of his perfect lips on mine. “Wow.” I said quietly, before turning to grab the tray and head downstairs. 

Rick’s dick was still out of his pants, and I noticed that Marcus’ shirt was covering his own freed dick even though no one else knew he had it out and hidden. Marcus gave me a little sideways grin as I approached. Gord turned to check me out with a smile and Frank focused on his cards, a distinctive frown on his forehead as he avoided my eyes. 

“Thanks boy.” Rick said, holding out his hand for his beer.

I served the food, starting with Gord who touched my ass again. I moved to Frank, who simply shook his head no and didn’t even look at me. When I went around to Marcus, he took some, allowing his shirt tails to ride up a bit, giving me an obvious show of those big black balls of his. I met his gaze and his wicked smile and smiled back before moving to Rick. 

Rick pushed his chair back and held his cock up for me, inviting me down once again. I set the tray down on the poker table and knelt down in front of him this time, my back to Frank. I heard grunts from Gord and Marcus as I engulfed Rick’s cock once again, slurping on it loudly and sucking and pulling it at. Rick let his hands hang down and his head fell back in a loud groan. 

“Fuck guys, does he ever know how to suck cock.” Rick moaned.

It was Marcus that was up first, standing beside Rick with his dick in his hand, stroking it. “Maybe you should let him show us.” He said quietly. 

Rick’s eyes opened and he smiled up at Marcus. He held the bottom of his shirt up under his chin, his big ten inches of black meat over my head. I licked Rick’s shaft up and down and eyed it, only a few inches above me, wanting to taste that shiny pole again.

Rick looked down at me and raised an eyebrow to question my thoughts, a wicked grin spreading across his face as he watched me. 

I reached up to grab Marcus’ dick, hearing a soft groan emit from him. I knelt up on my knees as he stepped towards me, holding his cock out for my lips. I moaned as I moved towards it again, taking that shiny head into my throat again while I fisted Rick’s. Gord was up in a flash, standing on the other side of me and unbuttoning his jeans. 

“Fuck boy I got more meat for you right here!” He said loudly. 

I pulled off Marcus’ cock to see his beer can type cock out and hard. It was a fat, thick 7 inches, and looked about the same size around. “That’s a fat cock.” I heard myself say, reaching over to grab it and feel the thickness of it. As soon as I touched it a drop appeared on the head and Gord shuddered a bit.

“Jesus boy get your mouth on it!” He grabbed my head and steered it towards his dick, shoving it down my throat. I took it all the way in easily, pressing my nose against his pubes and rounded belly as he held me against him. A loud guttural groan escaped his lips as he started to face fuck me, my hands still on Rick’s cock as he sat between Gord and Marcus.

I had no idea what Frank was doing behind us. 

I pulled off and went back to Rick’s dick, then up to Marcus’, then back to Gord’s, taking turns sucking on them for a good ten to fifteen minutes. Until Rick pulled me up and grabbed at my pants, opening them up as I stroked Gord and Marcus’ cocks. Rick yanked them down, revealing my black jock that he had asked me to wear too, and pulled me onto his lap. 

“Ride it boy.” He simply said, spitting into his hand and massaging his saliva into my ass, before adding another glob to his own cock.

Gord grabbed my neck and kept jerking his cock as he watched in anticipation as Marcus moved slightly sideways for a better view, stroking his own big dick. I grabbed Rick’s shoulders and straddled his legs and positioned myself over him. His face looked up at me with a giant smile.

“You ready for me baby.” He purred, opening his lips slightly. I bent towards him and kissed him softly, hearing cheers from Gord beside me.

I felt hands on my ass and could see Gord bending down to rub his hands on my ass, mixing with Marcus’ hands. “Let’s see this monster go inside this tight little ass.” 

One set of hands pushed my ass backwards as another held up Rick’s dick. I felt the pressure, and stared into Rick’s eyes as he watched me. “Relax baby. Let me in.” He cooed in my face. His big hands came up to the sides of my cheeks and held my head in his hands and kissed me again as someone stuffed Rick’s thick shaft into my hole. 

I moaned as Rick’s tongue probed my mouth as his cock stretched me open. Hands pushed me down on it, while groans came from either side of me as both Gord and Marcus encouraged us both. When I opened my eyes, his cock was all the way in and Frank was standing behind Rick’s chair watching me. He had his arms folded across his barrel chest like he did upstairs in the kitchen. He wasn’t stroking his cock like the other two, but he was staring at me, watching me with a seductive look. He started pacing sideways, never taking his eyes off me as I started to bounce up and down on Rick’s pole. Like a caged animal, wanting food. Waiting. 

Rick pulled me into his body and wrapped his arms around my back and started to fuck upwards into me. I leaned over his shoulder, staring at Frank watching me as he paced back and forth.

“Fuck yeah take it!” Gord’s voice urged me on. 

“Look at that sweet ass.” Marcus moaned, his big hand moving across my ass gently, sending shivers over me as Rick’s cock drilled me. 

Gord moved behind me and I felt his tongue licking around my ass as Rick’s cock plunged in and out.

“Fuck Gord!” I heard Rick moan. “You dirty pig!” 

I heard him spit and his tongue was probing around again. Marcus too bent over, turning his back to Frank. Only I could see Frank. And when our eyes met, he mouthed to me, “I want to fuck you” as clear as if he was speaking it in my ear. 

I smiled at him, and he grabbed at his crotch, showing me the sizeable package and then brought his finger to his lips and made a quiet “Shhh” sign. He shook his head and pointed to me and then back to him and made a “Call me” sign too and smiled. I nodded, and continued to ride Rick as he watched me. 

Frank wanted to fuck me. But not in front of these guys. Just us. I stared at him, thinking about that kiss as Rick’s cock pummeled my ass. Marcus and Gord were yelling and groaning, and then they were standing beside me, stroking their cocks like mad.

“You want us to shoot boy?” Gord yelled, jerking his cock closer to me. 

Rick pushed me back a bit, letting me lean backwards as he continued to fuck me. “I’m gonna cum when you do. Straight up my boy!” Marcus moved in on the other side and I became fascinated with his big black cock, watching it in his hand.

Marcus reached out to touch my neck and held me as he continued to stroke. I heard Gord getting close, and he started to grunt like an animal.

“You gonna cum Gordie?” Rick yelled, gripping my waist and fucking me harder. 

“Yeah bud, I’m getting close.” Gord yelled back. Marcus just hissed and moved closer, his cock so close to my face I couldn’t help but open my mouth and suck the head of it as he kept stroking.

Rick gave a couple of grunts and slammed me down on him. “Fuck here you go boys.” He groaned loudly as he felt his juices rising in him. And just as Gord’s cum started to fly onto my cheek, Rick spilled his into my guts. 

“Holy shit.” Marcus said quietly, and pulled his cock slightly out of my mouth as he stroked himself to completion, letting his thick white load of cum spill directly into my waiting mouth. I clamped down on the head of his cock and sucked the rest of it out of him as I rode Rick dry and Gord jerked his last drop onto me. 

Frank remained behind Rick, fully dressed, and his arms still folded across his chest. He smiled at me as cum dripped down my face and then he winked at me and adjusted his obviously raging cock in his jeans before moving out of my sight line and back to his seat. 

“Fuck!” Rick yelled out, pulling me back up into him and kissing me hard. Our lips parted with a loud smack and he pushed me back slightly again. “Whew! What’d I tell you, the boy can suck and ride like no other boy I’ve ever had.”

“Next time we get to fuck him.” Gord said, slapping me on the back and tucking his deflating fat cock back into his underwear and pants.

“Frank? What the fuck? You didn’t jerk off?” Rick said, seeing him back in his chair behind me. Rick sat up, taking me with him in his lap still. “Or do you want a turn?” 

I heard Frank chuckle in his deep voice. “That’s okay Rick. I think Brian’s had enough dick for tonight.” 

“Frank’s got a nice big dick. Go suck him off.” Rick said, pushing me off his lap and off his cock. 

“That’s okay Rick. I’m good for tonight.” I heard Frank say firmly.

Rick stood up and pulled his jeans over his dick and frowned at Frank. “You sure? He’s obviously into you.” I stood there, frozen. My ass felt wide open and wet, and cum was still on my face and shirt. I wiped it off, suddenly feeling like a used toy. 

Frank just held up both his big hands and closed his eyes. “I’m good. Trust me. That was hot, watching you guys. Really fuckin’ hot.” He looked up at Rick and gave him a winning smile, avoiding my eyes.

I grabbed my pants and slid them on, and then hurried up the stairs. I wasn’t sure what was going on anymore, but I knew that this was not me. I think Frank saw that too. 

Rick appeared first, finding me in the kitchen absentmindedly cleaning up. This wasn’t even my house but I just went into robot mode and started putting things away while thinking about the men downstairs. Especially Frank. Who seemed to be filling my thoughts.

“Hey you good?” He asked, coming up behind me and hugging me. He kissed my neck and I felt a shiver go through me. 

“Yeah, all good.” I sighed. “That was hot. And thank you for not letting them…you know…” 

Rick spun me around and looked at me. “I told you they need my permission. I’m your daddy remember.” He dug into his pocket and pulled out a wad of bills. He yanked a few out and then shoved them in my pocket. “For serving food tonight. You deserve it.” He held my chin and kissed me quickly. 

“Thanks.” I suddenly felt odd, but nodded and watched him grab a couple of bottles of beer and he turned and headed back down to the basement, hollering back at me to bring more food down.

I cleaned up some of the empties and grabbed the rest of the food and was ready to head back down when Frank entered the kitchen quietly, and quickly. 

He moved in fast, heading to me like a bullet and grabbed me by the waist, pushing me backwards into the counter and taking all the things from my hand and putting them down. Then his lips came to mine furiously and I couldn’t help but fling myself around him as we kissed passionately. Even though he looked like a bull, he kissed like a lover. His lips were large, his tongue soft and warm, and his strong nose pressed against my face as his mouth covered mine and the sounds of our breathing filled the quiet kitchen. 

“I do want to fuck you.” He whispered in my ear, kissing me again. “But not in front of those guys. Fuck!” He moaned. He held his face back and looked at me. “You are so fucking my type!” He smiled and kissed me again, taking my breath away as his mouth clamped over mine. I inhaled through my nose and pressed my body against his. I could feel his cock hard in his jeans and my hands went to his closely shorn head, feeling the hardness of his skull and the feeling of his big beefy body against me. I pictured what his cock would look like, and how badly I wanted to see it. To feel it. To feel him. 

He put his hands to both sides of my head. “You have my card. Call me? Okay?” 

I nodded fast before he kissed me again, slower this time, letting his tongue probe into me deep. “Okay.” I managed to get out.

He pulled away and looked at me with that sexy grin. He looked tough, almost mean. But his eyes were looking at me with a softness I couldn’t explain. I’d see that look in other men. But there was something tender in this big Italian brute. “Fuck me.” He said under his breath. “Like call me anytime. I live alone. Divorced. So…I can entertain anytime in the evening. After work. Or you can come by the shop. Whatever. But fuck….” He took a deep breath and shoved his hands in his pockets. “Please call me soon. And we won’t tell Rick.” He looked behind him quickly as he said it, then back to me with those dark eyes. “I want to fuck you right now…” he said quietly, shoving his hands farther down his pants. I could see the outline of his cock against the leg of his jeans. It was sideways, and he was big.

I stood there, holding my breath, watching him watching me.

And he was staring at me as if he wanted to devour me.