"How's House life treating you?" my buddy Zach asked as we sat in the airport waiting for our flight. The whole team, or at least most of us, was heading to Palm Springs for a gay hockey tournament.
"Fine," I said with a shrug.
"You still have your arrangement?" he asked slyly. Zach and his boyfriend Daniel were the only guy outside of the house who knew about the House Bottom thing. We didn't talk about it much, but from time to time he'd check in with me.
And this was one of those times, with all the changes in the Frat House. John Harris had moved out at the end of summer. He said he was ready to live alone, which made sense as he entered his 30s, but I also sensed my housemate was frustrated by the romantic tension he and I had. He wasn't the only one. It was hard to resist John's softer side that came out after a hard screw, but I also knew that while John may be perfect boyfriend material, he wasn't MY perfect boyfriend material. I told Harris that he still had House privileges and he took advantage of that still with a booty call, but the intensity of our connection had broken.
It took almost a month to line up a new housemate. Brandon was his name, a law student who was a training client of Alex's. I had a sense that A had made the moves on Brandon, only to find out the guy was total top. There was the usual audition when Brandon came by one weekend, and I decided I enjoyed the 23-year-old's fit body and athletic approach to fucking. He had the green light to move in.
"Still the House Bottom," I replied with a shy smile.
"Even with Brandon?" Zach inquired in a sour tone.
"You don't like him," I observed.
He shrugged. "I don't know him," my buddy said. "Kyle thinks he's a douchebag."
"He is," I said. "But not to me."
"That's cool," he said, his brown eyes almost apologetic as he looked at me. Zach and I were tight buds, and there was no real sexual tension between us. But as one gay man to another, I could admire that he was a good-looking dude, his thinning hair and scruffy trimmed beard now making him look surprisingly handsome. We were workout buddies and while we both made steady gains, Zach had some impressive guns that popped in his polo shirt.
He added, while giving me a soft punch in the arm. "I worry about you... it's what friends do."
I nodded. "Well, it's been fun to do the House Bottom thing. And safe, too. It's hard to explain," I explained. "But I'm hoping to meet a guy for real."
"Yeah?" Zach asked. Surprised.
I nodded. "There's probably a little Zach Miller in me," I teased. Zach had steadily dated Daniel for several years, and they were monogamous.
He laughed. "Well, there's probably a little Brian Powers in me."
Now I was surprised. "What do you mean?" I shifted in the airport chair to face him more.
"This is just between us, right?"
I nodded.
Zach lowered his voice. "Well, Daniel and I had our first threesome. Two of them actually."
"Whoa," I said. Zach was so traditional when it came to dating, this was the last thing I expected. "And...?"
He gave a nervous laugh. "The aftermath is still weird. Daniel and I still have to figure out if it's the right thing for us. But dude... it was so fuckin' hot."
I thought of blue band night at the Frat House, and while that group scene was wilder than what Zach was describing, I knew the thrill that came with having two guys at once.
As he described it, my buddy was getting more animated. "Of course, I go for the daddies while Daniel prefers em younger. But Brian... I tell ya... teaming Daniel with another guy my age was amazing. I think I even preferred that than the time we had with the daddy. It kind of brought of Daniel's daddiness, you know?"
I didn't know. But I was happy for him. "Good for you, man," I said. "You think you're gonna do a repeat?"
Zach nodded. "Probably. We feel weird and jealous for about a day after, but that goes away."
They called our flight to board. Most of the guys had taken an earlier flight, and Daniel was going to join a day later. But we saw Grant from our team, as well as a new guy, Cal. We chatted as we waited for our zone, then bumped fists when they boarded in the one before us.
I napped on the flight. I didn't normally nap, but work had been super busy as I got ready for a solid week of vacation. And the night before I'd gotten nailed twice in one session by Brandon. I felt bad that our new housemate had spoiled the vibe in the Frat House and broken up our tightness. But the guy had an insane libido, and after John Harris I was just enjoying the sex-only dynamic. Bottoming for Brandon seemed like a fun way to kick off my vacation.
But we'd gone late, and it had been almost one before I got to sleep.
The California sun rejuvenated me when we landed. We had rented out two houses for the team. Kyle was there. He and I were sharing one room, Zach and Daniel in another, Cal had dibs on the small room by himself, and the master bedroom was taken by Rick Malone and his new boyfriend Matt.
"The other half of the Dream Team is here," Malone greeted when he saw me. The guys on the team were annoyed by that Dream Team business at first, but now it became a thing, the way they rallied around the offensive core of our team.
I greeted him in a quick bro hug. This week was gonna be tough. I wasn't truly jealous of Matt. The guy was a good fit for Rick, late 30s, totally nice dude. But I still had some major lust and some lingering feelings for Malone and the short-sleeve T and shorts look was showing off his build quite well.
I pulled back and shook Matt's hands. "Hey... good to see you," I said magnanimously.
"You too, Brian," he said. He knew of Rick's and my past but was always cool around me. "I figured this would be a fun place to be a hockey wife for a few days," he smirked. Matt had a gayer sense of humor than I did, but it was rubbing off on me.
We got settled in. Kyle showed me where our room was, quietly shutting the door.
"Any chance for a quickie, Bri?" he asked, a playful lust in his eyes.
That caught me off guard. "I'm not prepped," I said dumbly.
"Just a blowie," he pleaded. "If you're up for it."
I was. I nodded and set down my bag, plopping down to sit on one of the twin beds. There was something about House Bottom sex where we'd gotten much more comfortable about just going for it.
Kyle stepped up and undid his shorts. He was going commando and as the shorts fell I saw the half hard dong fall out. "Don't worry, Brian... I won't hit you up all week. There are so many hot guys here."
"Can't wait for 'em huh?" I teased. Leaning in and steading his firming cock before giving it a lick. This had been Kyle's and my dynamic more and more, just oral. Maybe because White wasn't a great top or maybe because our friendship felt deeper now. But being House Bottom had helped me work on my blowjob skills, and it was a fun part of me and White's friendship.
"I could, Brian, but it's actually been a while since we..." he started.
"Yeah," I admitted. I decided to give him some primo head. So I took him slowly into my mouth and worked his prick gently before building up pace and suction.
"Jesus, yes," Kyle said. He let me do the work but rested a hand on my head to encourage me.
I often wondered why White was single, he was good looking, athletic, and had a pretty nice cock. From what I gathered from hearing other guys talk, tops were in high demand in the city, though I'd hit the jackpot at the Frat House. I gathered my housemate and friend was too picky. Join the club.
"Come on, Bri... like that, man," he whispered quietly through clenched teeth so other guys in the house wouldn't hear us. "I'm gonna cum if you keep it up... oh yeah, oh fuck... YES!"
My mouth was filled with Kyle's salty semen. I savored the taste and silky feel around his head before swallowing it all.
He was super appreciative when I pulled back. "Need me to do anything for you?" Sometimes when I blew him he'd return the favor or just hold me from behind while I jerked off.
I stood up and shook my head. "Nah, I'm gonna see if I can score later. I think I need to let loose this week," I admitted.
Kyle laughed. Unlike Zach, he was never judgmental about me not settling down. Maybe because he benefited from my House Bottom role.
"You should. Tons of hot guys here."
"You said that already," I laughed.
***
I did a good douche and shower to get ready for the evening. My sex drive had spiked lately, and I was looking forward to slutting out a little in Palm Springs. I even booked a clothing-optional place for a few days after the tournament. It had been so long since I'd had sex with anyone outside of the Frat House, and even then Rick Malone was the exception.
We stopped by to pick up our registration and info for the tournament. There was a fun energy there, lots of guys talking and hanging out, lots of jocky hunks and lots of regular dude looking guys too. I felt at home.
At least I did until I saw a familiar face, one who recognized me at the same time I did him.
"Hey Brian," came the greeting in a nervous politeness.
"Hey Charlie."
It was Charlie Kenner, in his 6'5" hotness. He was always a strapping, athletic dude, but the guy had bulked up even more, in a very appealing way. His blond hair was now buzzed and while that diminished his prettiness in a way, it also made him look butch as hell.
"You doing good?" he asked. Friendly. That killer smile melted me.
"Pretty good," I replied. "How's Denver life?"
"Great, man. Love it there.... listen, Brian... I have to apologize for how I ended things."
"Bygones," I said, charitably. I had mostly gotten over Charlie, though now that we were face to face, I worried I wasn't as over him as much as I'd hoped. "But I appreciate you saying that."
I could visibly see his hulking posture relax. "I see we're playing you guys tomorrow."
The tournament wasn't a playoff or round robin type, but had a three-points-a-win system. Over the weekend, our team would play four other teams.
"You're the North American team?" I asked. There was one on the schedule that wasn't tied to a city.
Charlie nodded with a smile. "Yeah, that's us. Denver doesn't have a gay team, though I've been doing rec hockey the last couple of years," he explained. "A buddy convinced me to come here." His Canadian accent was coming out, and something about that got me going.
"Cool," I said. "I'm sure you'll be fierce competition."
"We haven't practiced much together, but yeah, there's some real talent. May the best team win, Powers," he grinned.
"Oh we will," I shot back.
That made Kenner laugh. "It's really good to see you Brian," he said. "Hug?"
He clasped me. I know I'm a strong, athletic guy, but Kenner was a muscular dude.
"See you around," he said as we relinquished our hug and stepped back.
"Good luck," I said more charitably than before.
I turned and walked away, whispering "FUCK!" under my breath.
Zach was to the side, having seen all this take place and noticing the look on my face. "You OK, Brian?" he asked with concern. I loved how protective my best friend could be of me.
"Yeah, it's all good," I said.
"I'm surprised you didn't punch his smug face." Zach was half joking, but only half. He was not a big Charlie Kenner fan.
"I'll do that on the ice," I shot back.
***
I had a real competitive streak, but I have to admit the social aspect of this tournament was winning me over. We ended up at a bar where a lot of guys from the tournament were hanging out. Kyle bought me a round of shots, and I was getting a good buzz on. I'd had in my head that I'd bag some hot top for the night, but it somehow wasn't happening. A lot of the men in the bar were older, much older than I went for.
Zach was happy as a clam. "Just because I'm in a relationship doesn't mean I can't appreciate looking at a stacked daddy buffet... Fuck!" I swear Zach was chubbing in his shorts, he was that carried away.
Kyle was flirting with some guy from the Portland team. I talked with them some, but it was pretty clear they wanted to get deep into their own conversation, so I let them.
Meanwhile, I was getting in my own head. There was the run-in with Kenner and now the sight of Rick Malone being handsy with his boyfriend Matt. Here I was in a gay mecca with a bunch of gay hockey dudes, and I was pining for the two exes I couldn't have.
I called it an evening, and Zach left with me.
"Glad you pulled me away," he said, as we walked back to our place, which was about a a twenty minute walk. I could tell by his voice that Zach was pretty buzzed too. "Don't want to get into trouble."
I looked over at him, trying to read him. "Would you do that, man?" I asked. Concerned, because I looked up to my friend to be the true blue guy in his relationship with Daniel.
"Nah," he said immediately. "But I'll probably jerk off tonight imagining getting with a lot of those silver daddies." He let out a drunken chuckle and looked at me. "TMI, I know."
"I'm glad to know you’re human, Zach," I said, dumbly.
He smirked. "What does that mean?"
"I dunno... you kind of have this perfect life with Daniel."
"It's not perfect, we work at it," Zach objected. "Bro, I tell ya, the intergenerational thing is tough to navigate, and there's the regular relationship stuff on top of it."
"I know," I objected, feeling chastised. I was drunk and probably saying stupid shit.
He leaned over and pumped my shoulder with his as we walked. "You just make lousy choices sometimes, Brian, always chasing dick."
Zach usually didn't talk so freely. I let his words sink in, trying to listen to him. His comments rubbed me the wrong way, but I knew they were coming from a good place.
"You'll find a serious thing, soon, I know it," Zach added. "I just want you happy, bro."
***
I woke up parched and padded my way to the kitchen to get some water. I had no idea what time it was, but the place was dark and quiet. Except for the sounds coming from Malone's room. I wasn't trying to eavesdrop or perv on them or anything, but holy fuck they were having loud sex. I couldn't make out words, but there were distinct rhythmic grunts and voices.
I got a boner but felt weird that Malone was getting laid and I wished it was me underneath him. I had more water and then went back to bed.
***
The games on that first day, Friday, were great. We smoked the Twin Cities team and though we lost to the LA team, it was close and we got some points in the overall scoring system.
I decided to listen to Zach and not be so cock focused. That evening, I just enjoyed chatting with guys from different cities. A little flirting, maybe, but no real ulterior motive. It was good, since I had some great conversations with dudes who weren't my type. Some were serious players, or at least had been, but most just enjoyed having a team activity with other gay guys.
Daniel had joined us, so him and Zach went back to the place early, undoubtedly to have sex. Kyle was hooking up with a dude, so I joined my teammate Grant to grab dinner at a bar. It was cool to get to know him better. He was dating someone now, and it sounded serious.
I thought of staying out late that night, but the day of hockey had drained me, and besides it was good to pace myself. I was going to be in Palm Springs for a week.
Saturday was our hardest matchup. It turns out we were playing Charlie Kenner's team. They were really fucking good, with some great players. And damnit, Kenner's 6'5" build was the one defending me. I did pretty good at being agile enough half the time, and for the other half, I just used the adrenaline to power right into him when he blocked me. No fear. I could see the surprise and amusement on his face, like he didn't expect me to be so tough. That just egged me on. We lost, but I got two goals in, so that made me feel proud.
I was sore and hungry after, and a few of us scarfed down some tacos before hitting the bars. Play hard, party harder, I realized was the motto of this tournament.
At the second bar, Charlie was there. He had the body of a professional athlete, there was a lot of good genetics, but I also knew he worked hard on himself. He flashed a friendly smile when he saw me. If there was awkwardness between us, Charlie didn't seem to feel it.
He made his way over. "Let me get you a drink, Powers," he said, patting my arm and leaning in to speak into my ear. "What'll you have?"
I told him, and watched him squeeze his way into the bar. This felt good, me letting go of my issues with Kenner, being friends. He came back with my hard seltzer. "To a great competitor," he toasted. We took as sip.
"I didn't know you were so scrappy, Powers," he said with a smile.
"I didn't know you'd let a scrappy dude get two scoring shots past you." I had to tease him and rub it in a little.
"Touche."
We chatted. About the tournament and small talk about our jobs. I heard more about Denver.
"I'll have to come visit sometime," I said. Not sure if I really meant that.
"You should," Charlie replied. Maybe he didn't mean it but he had a way of making you think he did. That was Kenner's gift, that effortless charm. Those sea blue eyes and that buzzed blond hair style were working their magic, too.
"You seeing anyone these days?" he ventured.
I shook my head. "Not at the moment. Happy enough that way, I guess."
"That's cool. I'm seeing a guy. We're open," he added.
Damn, Kenner was throwing that out there for a reason. I tried to deflect it. I nodded my head to the crowd of guys filling up the place. "Lots of hot dudes if you wanna have some fun this weekend."
Charlie smirked. He leaned in and placed his mouth right at my ear. "They won't have that legendary Brian Powers ass," he growled. Then I felt the slight tickle of his tongue right against my ear. It was lewd and unexpected and sexy as hell.
I resented the spell this guy could put on me, but even without the alcohol I decided, yeah, I wanted one more ride on that amazing Kenner dong.
I gave a flirty smile back and nudged my hand nonchalantly against the crotch of his shorts. Feeling for that lump in a clear signal.
That was all Charlie was waiting for. He actually leaned in and kissed me. I kissed back. This was wrong, I knew, and I also regretted that the other guys could see this. But Jesus, Charlie was too hot to resist.
The man gave my ass a quick grip then pulled back. "Let's get out of here, OK?"
I nodded, eager as a puppy now.
I was glad I cleaned out before getting ready to come out. I wasn't gonna strike out on Night Three of my trip.
We made our way out of the bar and took an uber back to his hotel. The ride wasn't long, but it gave us a chance to exchange heavy glances and smirk at one another.
"Good to see you again, Powers," Charlie said.
"Yeah, you too," I replied. Deep down I knew Charlie was still an asshole when it came to dating, but I wasn't looking to date him now. I figured I'd enjoy this for what it was.
He playfully bit his lip and reached over the hold my wrist, pulling it toward his crotch. He looked straight forward as I took the cue and felt up his thick boner in his shorts. I did my best to be nonchalant, too, and it felt naughty as hell.
Particularly when Charlie lowered his zipper.
"Fun night, fellas?" the uber driver asked.
"Yeah, just calling it an early evening," Charlie answered.
I was feeling that amazing Kenner dong in my hand now. Heavy, hot and fat.
"You guys live in Palm Springs?" God, we ended up with one of those chatty drivers.
"No, just here for a hockey tournament," I answered. I now kept my eyes ahead, while my hand slowly felt up Charlie's massive bone.
"Always something going on here," the driver said. "At least till summer."
Charlie shifted in his seat, and it took me a second to get the message. He was tucking back in. Just in time for the car to pull in front of his hotel.
"Thanks. Have a good night," Kenner said as he got out first.
I tried to hide my hardon as we walked in, but it didn't matter. It was one of those boutique hotels without a front desk.
"You're so fucking hot, Powers," Charlie said as we walked to his room.
"You too," I said. "I like the new hair style."
Charlie winked and ran his hand through the buzzed hair. "Trying it out."
"Well, it looks great."
He opened his room door and we stepped in. I was keenly aware that Kenner was a taller, bigger man, but being pulled into the embrace of a kiss made me recognize the 8 inch height difference. I felt at his hard muscle as he plunged his tongue into my mouth. It was a sexual and needy kiss, but skilled, too.
Kenner was like 240 pounds of muscle now, and I was getting lightheaded. I reached down with my hand to paw at his crotch again.
"You gonna take care of me, Powers?" Charlie asked with a kidding smile.
"Fuck yeah," I said. I leaned back and enjoyed those sea blue eyes on me as I undid his shorts and watched that huge dong fall out from the open fly. "Fuck, that's beautiful," I gasped. I didn't want to inflate Kenner's ego even more, but he had a huge cock and knew the effect it had on guys.
I gripped that meat and looked back up at him. "Can you hold off if I suck you?" I asked.
He nodded. "Just go easy, Brian. It's been a couple of days."
I nodded and crouched down. That dick seemed bigger and thicker up close. I'd sucked Kenner before, plenty of times, but I was out of practice. I licked up and down to wet that dick, then took him into my mouth. He was salty and hot and I loved it.
Still, about three inches in, the size was getting to me. I steeled myself. No fear, I thought, and began swallowing more. It wasn't the same adrenaline I felt on the ice, but there was a primal rush as I fought off my gag reflex.
"FUCK!" Charlie gasped. "Take that cock, Brian." His fingers gripped my shoulders, encouraging me. I bobbed up and down. I couldn't deep throat this bad boy, not quite, but I was giving some respectable head on it.
I worked more in and out of my throat, then heard him hiss. "Maybe pull off."
I slowly slid my lips off that dong and pulled back, eyes locked on his manhood. I took a second to admire his size and heft, then looked up. "Close to cumming?" I asked.
"Not fully," he explained. "But I want inside you, Brian."
I smiled. Malone was a hot lay, and John Harris a close second. But Kenner was still my number one top.
He watched me get undressed as he peeled his shirt off. That massive muscle was coated with a heavier pelt of blond hair than I recalled. His dick was surprisingly rigid as he kicked off his shoes.
He may have been a sex god, but his eyes were eating me up in clear appreciation. "God, I wanted to fuck you on Thursday. I almost made my move then." Casually, he reached in his luggage and pulled out some lube.
"Just take your time, Kenner," I said. "I'm out of practice for ones that big."
He smirked. "Yeah, I got ya, man. Flip over, let me eat you out some."
I had half forgotten how much Charlie loved to rim. Even more, it had been so long since I'd gotten a Kenner rimjob, I was surprised by the procession from soft licking to deep tonguing. I was actually gripping the sheets. The buzz from the alcohol had worn off enough to let me focus on the sexual sensations better but still kept my inhibitions down. It was perfect. Kenner had me in major heat.
"Flip over," he urged. Charlie wasn't a dom, but he was now comfortable in his power top role. In charge and knowing I wanted him that way.
I enjoyed this better. Seeing his hunky body and huge arms, buzz cut, blue eyes, and dimples, as he poured a bunch of lube on his fingers and started probing my hole. His eyes challenged me in excitement. In turn, I pulled back my legs, giving him full access to my jock hole.
"You were a real hot shot today, Powers," he said, sliding two fingers in and out of me now. I don't even know if he was trying to push my buttons with the verbal talk but the words were opening me up, quick. "I think you've gotten better."
"I wanted to beat your ass," I admitted. It was more truth than I should have said, but alcohol was making my lips looser than they should have.
Charlie chuckled and jabbed three fingers in me. My elastic ring opened right up for him. "I bet."
This felt great, even if it was mostly the mental anticipation of getting fucked. Methodically, Charlie slipped his fingers out and applied a slick coating of lube to that massive dong. He wiped the excess off on my hole.
"Ready, Powers?" he asked, lining himself up.
"God yes."
I felt the breach. It was exquisite. Charlie's eyes slipped down to our point of connection before looking back up to my face. His hands were gripping my ankles now, guiding them to his shoulders.
"FUCK!" he grunted as his dick slipped in. All the way, bottoming out.
My guts clenched at the slick meat. Part of my body wanted to repel the invader, but already my prostate was quivering.
He pulled back and thrust in again. And again. I was getting boned by that massive Kenner dong once more, and I was in heaven.
"Feeling good, Powers?" Charlie asked.
"So good... fuck me, Kenner."
More power came. Not fast, but deep and hard with each shove. I wasn't touching my dick, and it stood up off my clenched abs, dripping onto my light fur.
"Fuck me..." I hissed again in rhythm to his thrusts. "Fuck me, man."
He put more of his body into it. I loved watching him. I loved the feeling of being so incredibly full of his cock while seeing all that muscle. That chest, those huge fucking arms. I couldn't see his ass, but I knew those glutes were clenching as the power drilled me.
Somehow that was the idea that got me to cum. My whole body quivered, which made Charlie excited.
"You gonna do that trick again, Powers? Cum hands free on my cock?"
I nodded, unable to form words. There was that pause then my dick shot its wad in a long, heavy rope. It was the most intense orgasm I remembered. Kenner was still number one in my ranking of tops.
His own nut was coming. He leaned forward and I watched him go for it, fucking for his own pleasure now. It was intense since I was still in the aftershocks of orgasm, but it was also a delight to watch his cute-handsome face scrunch up in a face of pure orgasmic joy.
He wasn't loud when he came, but he gasped, "oh shit. oh fuck," repeatedly through his cum.
We kissed, deep, and as he pulled out and let my legs down, I clung to his naked body. Kenner might not be my boyfriend anymore, but it was hard to take a fuck that powerful, that hot, and not feel some emotional intensity.
"You doing OK?" he finally asked. Maybe he could read something on my face.
"I won't lie, Kenner, I resent that I enjoyed that so much."
He smiled. Proud. "I'm not good at respecting boundaries," he replied. "But I'm glad I made a move on you."
"Me, too," I said truthfully.
We made out some more, then lay back in his bed, naked, talking for like an hour. He told me some about his boyfriend, Josh. I wasn't jealous, surprisingly, because I knew deep down it wouldn't last. A shitty thing to think, but it was true. Charlie was one of those "nice guys" whose friendliness hid a total selfishness.
I didn't volunteer anything about my dating or sex life. But I filled him in on guys back home that he knew, especially Alex.
"I thought you two would become an item," Charlie said. "You're so close."
I grinned. "A only goes for twunks. I think I'm aging out of his range anyway."
My tone was cynical and it got a laugh from Kenner.
I reached over and ran my fingers over his chest. "I can't believe you've bulked up so much. You were already a big dude."
He gave me a wry smile. "It helps me get my way with dudes like you." Gently he reached over and pulled me in for a soft kiss.
THIS was the Kenner approach to kissing I remember. Instant boner. And as Charlie rolled himself on top of me, I could feel his dong firm up two. We didn't need to discuss anything, we were going for seconds.
We took our time this round, though. Making out, humping, some frot. Occasionally, Charlie would pull back to take a good look at my body. That made me feel like a stud.
"Wanna flip over?" he asked.
"Hmmm hm," I said.
As I did, I felt Kenner's weight shift back on top of me, his nakedness pressing into mine. I thought he was gonna dick me again then and there. Instead, Charlie humped me and kissed along my neck, working me up before pulling back.
He gripped my hips and hoisted them up. I did my best to follow suit into an all fours doggy position, and I'd barely settled my arms in place when Kenner penetrated my now loose hole.
"Goddamn," he grunted. He wasn't going hard but he wasted no time fucking me. He paused for a second. "Need some lube?"
I nodded and felt him shift behind me. He offered me the bottle, and I slicked up my rigid dick. The couple of days since I'd nutted meant I was still horned up.
I started stroking, and Charlie resumed pounding. "You're so fucking beautiful, Powers," he said, running his big strong hands over my back and ass.
Fuck number two felt even better, at least physically. My hole and insides were relaxed, and Charlie's first load lubed the way for a silky, squishy pounding. I felt his strength as he held me firm and even pulled back a little with each in stroke.
"Fuck me, Kenner!" I urged. I wasn't the most articulate, but I had 9 fat inches of hard meat pounding me senseless.
"Gonna breed you again," he announced through clenched teeth. The urgency in his voice was matched only by the urgency in his strokes. Balls slapped my taint in rapid succession as Charlie cored me out.
I was delirious. It wasn't so much I was stroking off as that massive dong was pushing my cum out. I could feel and hear him get off inside me. And a half second later his sweaty muscle body collapsed on my back as his dick continued to spurt inside my guts.
We were less talking talkative now as we uncoupled. I looked at the clock, it was nearly one. I felt Charlie's hands massaged the front of my torso as he nestled in behind me in bed.
"Josh and I have a rule that we're not allowed to have guys sleep over... but if you don't say anything, you wanna sleep here?"
"OK," I said.
Charlie's relationship definitely wouldn't last, I decided. But it wasn't my problem.
I used the hotel provided toothbrush and took a quick shower to wash off the lube and sweat. I slipped into bed first and by the time Charlie had done the same I was nearly asleep.
"Good night, Powers," he said, pulling me in for another soft kiss.
***
It was early, way early. Maybe four or five. Charlie was spooned against me, arm draping over me. His wood was massively hard and pressed against me. I knew he was awake and angling for another fuck. I couldn't believe he was still horny. I couldn't believe I was still horny.
"Hmmm," he grunted as I stirred in his embrace.
I figured this was my last chance for a Kenner fuck. I reached behind and guided his cock to my hole.
I was very loose now and still wet. The entry was easy. We fucked on our sides for a bit, then Charlie rolled me over on my stomach. It was primal and animalistic and hot. My dick pressed against the sheets while Charlie steamrolled my prostate. He came first this time but thrust a little after, till I orgasmed too.
Kenner pulled off and gave my ass an affectionate pat. He rolled over and soon was asleep, snoring softly.
I had to sleep in a wet spot, but it was worth it.
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