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Forwarded for author stimle



Outrageous Fortune, Part 2

by stimle (smapdi@mindspring.com)

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Outrageous Fortune, Part 2

Ryan wasn't sure how long he'd been sleeping when
something hit him in the face.  He dragged his eyes
open to see it was a pillow from the rec room sofa.
Looking up, he saw Matty standing in his bedroom door,
wearing only his briefs, tossing another pillow at
him.

"Where are my clothes, Sleeping Beauty?" he asked,
flinging yet another pillow.

"Uggghhh..." Ryan moaned, shielding his eyes from the
morning light streaming in through his window.  His
head was pounding.  "What time is it?"  He pulled his
blanket up over his head.

"Time for you to get your ass up," Matty replied,
grinning as he yanked the blanket down.  "You aren't
gonna sleep all day, are you?  I need my clothes."

Ryan noticed Matty was sporting morning wood and
smiled slightly, his mind drifting back to the
previous night and the still fresh, smoking hot memory
of Matty, stoned and boned, all sprawled out on his
bed.  The mere thought made him go all tingly and he
was hard as a rock instantly.  He was thankful his
blanket was still covering his lower half.

"How're you feeling today?" he ventured cautiously as
he crawled out of bed, keeping his back to Matty as he
pulled on his shorts.  "You were totally blitzed last
night."

Matty ran a hand through his hair, raising his
eyebrows and shrugging his shoulders.  "You tell me,"
he replied, his voice all raspy.  "I don't remember a
fuckin' thing and I feel like shit."

That's good, Ryan thought to himself.  Can't have
Matty remembering.  His dick started to harden again
as he remembered how good Matty's body felt.  Tight,
firm and toned.  "Uh, well, let's see," Ryan started,
as he made his way down the hall.  "You were pretty
drunk when you pulled up.  You lost your keys so I
said you could crash here.  And then you drank some
more.  That's about it.  Oh... did I mention you were
drunk off your ass?"

"Shit..." Matty shook his head, chuckling.  "And my
clothes?"

"Oh, yeah," Ryan said.  "They're in the dryer.  You
fell in my mom's flower garden and got them all muddy
so I washed them."

They walked up the stairs with Matty in the lead, Ryan
biting his lower lip as he followed, staring at the
smooth curve of Matty's butt just inches from his
face.  The white Calvin Klein briefs were stretched
taut, highlighting every muscle in his perfect ass.
Ryan sighed softly, silently lamenting the missed
opportunity last night represented.

"Fortune favors the brave..." he muttered ruefully
under his breath.

"What was that?" Matty asked, turning.

"Um... nothing," Ryan stammered.  Shit! What the fuck
was he doing?  He shook his head.  "Nothing..."

"No," Matty said, his eyes narrowed.  "You said
something... fortune favors the brave... "

Ryan gulped, his eyes wide.

"Come on, Ryan," Matty said, looking him square in the
eyes.  "I'm not stupid."

"I... I... d...didn't mean.." Shit! He was busted!
Matty knew what happened last night?!  He tensed up
and braced for a beating.

"Senior English... Mr. Sommers...?"  He stared at
Ryan's frozen face.  "It's Virgil, right?  'The
Aeneid'?"

Ryan was still silent.  Speechless.

Matty shook his head.  "I'm more than just a pretty
face, you know," he said with mock indignation.
"Besides, it was required reading."

Ryan breathed a sigh of relief, knowing he'd just
dodged a bullet.

"Dude, you're useless after a night of drinking aren't
you?" Matty laughed, reaching back to ruffle Ryan's
hair.

They reached the top of the stairs and went into the
breeze way.  Ryan opened the dryer and pulled out
Matty's jeans, t-shirt and socks.  "Ummm, they're
wrinkled.  Sorry."

"Don't worry about it," Matty said, stepping into his
jeans.  He buttoned the top button and then slipped
the t-shirt over his head.

"You want some breakfast?" Ryan asked, trying to
flatten his unruly hair into place.  "I can make some
pancakes or something."  He kept stealing looks at
Matty.

"Nah, I'll barf if I eat," Matty replied, waving him
off.  "Thanks, though.  I'm just gonna head home and
crash for a couple more hours.  Probably take a shower
first, though.  I feel gross."

"Yeah, and you stink," Ryan chuckled, holding his
nose.  Matty hadn't buttoned the fly of his jeans and
Ryan couldn't help but stare at the white of his
briefs poking through the faded material.  His dick
was getting hard again and he turned to close the
dryer door.

"Fuck you, asswipe," Matty laughed again.  He punched
Ryan playfully in the shoulder and grabbed his jacket.
 "I'll catch you later, okay?"

"Yeah," Ryan nodded.  "Later."

Ryan flopped onto the couch and curled up under the
afghan Matty had slept under.  He could smell Matty on
it and pulled it to his nose to inhale deeply.  He
thought back to last night.  As random as it was, his
night with Matty Anderer had somehow re-energized his
efforts to do something similar to Ben.

Last night - before the whole episode with Matty -
Ryan, Kyle and Ben had been playing video games and
just hanging out.  After one particularly stinging
defeat, Ben had flopped onto his back in dejection.
His knees were up and the legs of his gray mesh shorts
had hiked up a few inches, revealing the bulging pouch
of his white briefs.  Ryan was pretty sure they were
Hanes since he'd seen him in them before.

Ryan and Kyle's plan had been to get Ben drunk and
maybe cop a feel or something.  The only time Ben had
ever come even close to being drunk was at Stacy
McNamara's graduation party a few weeks earlier.
Stacy had a big family and lot of friends so her
parents threw her open house at the local VFW Hall.
Some enterprising graduates had spiked one of the
bowls of punch and Ben had drank a couple glasses,
unaware it was laced with alcohol.  A few minutes
later his ruddy cheeks were flushed and his movements
were more animated and fuller.

He knew right away something wasn't right and
immediately sought out Ryan, pleading with him to get
him out of there and sober him up before his parents
saw him.  Ryan had a good chuckle at his friend's
expense because the preacher's kid was barely even
tipsy.  But he humored him and drove him around on
some back roads, Ben's head hanging out the window to
get air, until he was stone cold sober.

But now as he sat on his bed scheming at how to take
advantage of Ben Shiftan, Ryan couldn't get the image
of Matty Anderer, passed out and naked, out of his
head.  As much as he tried to focus on Ben, thoughts
of his cock in Matty's mouth wouldn't leave his head,
and as he slowly stroked his cock, an idea came to
him.

He and Kyle had recently come across a website of
erotic gay stories and there were a few authors whose
stories they particularly liked.  The stories were
non-consensual in nature, usually about straight hot
jocks who wound up in the wrong place at the wrong
time... just like Matty last night.

He grabbed his laptop and went online to Google.  A
few clicks later and he found what he was looking for.
 One of the authors used something in his stories
called 'poppers', which were an aroma or incense that,
when inhaled, apparently produced a warm sensation all
over as well as excitement and increase in lust and
lack of inhibition, supposedly causing an enhanced
sexual experience.

Ryan continued to work his cock as he thought about
poppers and what it would be like to try them.  It
sure would've been nice to have them last night with
Matty and once again he envisioned Matty lying on his
bed in just his underwear, drunk off his ass, but this
time also high as a kite on poppers.  Even though he
knew there was practically zero chance of a repeat
performance, the thought was too much and before he
knew it, his cock was pumping a full load of sticky
cum into his boxer briefs.

He cleaned himself back up and placed his online
order.

____________________


Ryan hadn't talked to Matty much since that night.
They had run into each other a few times here and
there, but because Ryan was younger, as well as their
schedules and the circles they ran in, they hadn't
really talked.  Not that they ever 'talked' in that
sense of the word; it was more of a friendly banter.
Ryan was convinced Matty didn't remember anything
about what had happened.  After all, if he had, Ryan
was pretty sure he'd have had his ass kicked pretty
good about now.

But things began to change subtly.  About a week ago
Matty's comments to Ryan, which had previously always
been good-natured in tone, began to take on an almost
snarky edge, delivered with a flinty backspin that
Ryan wasn't sure how to interpret.  Growing up Luke
and Matty had always given Ryan and his friends a hard
time - the way big brothers often do - but it had
always been done in fun.  Now, though, words like
'faggot' and 'homo' and 'queerboy' began to creep into
the conversation.  Never when Luke was around and
never in an overtly hostile or malicious way, but
still in a way that Ryan couldn't quite read.  They
were usually made only when Ryan was in earshot, and
always uttered just under his breath.  Frankly, they
were starting to piss Ryan off and spurred thoughts of
revenge.  But they also made him start to wonder just
how much Matty really knew.

It was now mid-July, three weeks since the 'big
night,' and Ryan was at home watching a movie with
Kyle when Matty called out of the blue.

"Who was that?" Kyle asked, shoving half a slice of
pizza into his mouth.

"Matty," Ryan said, somewhat distracted, hanging up
the phone.

Kyle practically choked on his pizza.  "Matty
Anderer?" Kyle asked, choking on his pizza.  He
coughed and took a sip of his Coke.  "Whoah... he's a
total DILF."

"What's a DILF?" Ryan asked, shooting Kyle a funny
look.

"A 'Dude I'd Like to Fuck,'" Kyle explained.  "Matty
Anderer's hot, man."

Ryan smiled knowingly and nodded toward his room.  "I
wanna show you something," he said.  "Come back here."

Kyle grabbed another slice of pizza and his Coke and
followed Ryan to his room.  "What's up," he asked, his
mouth full.

Ryan flipped open his laptop and pressed the spacebar
to wake it from sleep mode.  "Okay," he said
mysteriously, a coy smile on his face, "What you see
here goes no further... got it?  No further than this
room."

"Yeah, dude, sure... whatever," Kyle said with his
mouth still full as he shrugged his shoulders.

"Get a load of this."  He ran his index finger along
the touchpad and tapped it a few times.  A media
player opened and Ryan looked up at Kyle, a big grin
his face.

On the screen was Matty, obviously drunk or stoned -
or both, wearing only white Calvin Klein briefs,
sprawled out on Ryan's bed, with Ryan, stripped down
to his grey GAP boxer briefs, straddling his chest and
running his cock all over Matty's face and in and out
of his mouth.  The video culminated with Matty
receiving a cum facial, the final shot a freeze frame
of his face looking like a glazed donut.

"Holy shit!  Holy shit!!!" Kyle exclaimed, his hands
to his head.  "No way... no freaking way, dude!  When
was this?"

"Three weeks ago," Ryan answered, giving his crotch a
quick adjustment.

"Three weeks ago..?" Kyle looked at him incredulously.
 "And you're just telling me now?"

Ryan had a sheepish look on his face as he stammered
his reply.  "Well, you guys left for vacation the next
day and I just never got a chance..."

"Bullshit!" Kyle retorted, slapping the back of Ryan's
head.  "I can't believe you kept this from me!  Tell
me everything.  Now."

Kyle listened in rapt silence while Ryan, in great
detail, recounted the events of his night with Matty,
staring in open-mouthed amazement at the pictures on
Ryan's laptop.

"So, um, does Marty wear boxers or briefs or what?"
Kyle asked, chewing on his lower lip.

"Tighty whities," Ryan replied matter-of-factly.  He
opened a picture of Matty spread out in his bulging
Calvin Klein briefs.

"Really..." Kyle said softly, his eyes widening as he
stared at the picture.  "Wow, I woulda figured him for
boxers.  Or boxer briefs.".

"Nope," Ryan said, shaking his head and clicking to
another picture.  "And let me tell you, his boys need
a house!"

"I'm definitely gonna need copies of these," Kyle
said.  He leaned in closer.  "Is he cut?"

Ryan opened a picture of Matty naked and erect.  "You
tell me."

"Wow... I still can't believe you didn't say anything
sooner," Kyle sniffed, playfully elbowing his best
friend.

"You know, I kinda think he was into it," Ryan said,
pushing back.

"Really?" Kyle asked excitedly.  "You sure?"

Ryan shrugged.  "Seemed like it to me."

"How so?"

"Well, I had my dick in his mouth," Ryan recounted,
"and I could tell he was really going at it because
when I pulled it out it made a loud popping sound...
you know how I mean, right?  Like sucking a lollipop.
Anyway, I was going like 'whoah, he just sucked my
dick' and I hear this noise and there's Matty, his
eyes partly open, lifting his head up like he was
looking for my cock."

"Shiiiiittt..." Kyle exhaled.  "You think maybe
he's...?"

"Gay?" Ryan interrupted.  "Nah, no way.  Matty?
Dude's straight as they come.  I think he's just horny
all the time.  I mean, a few weeks ago I heard him and
Luke talking about he practically gets a boner
whenever the wind blows up his shorts."

Kyle smiled and shook his head as Ryan continued.  "He
was so fuckin' wrecked that night he probably woulda
fucked a snake if it opened its mouth wide enough!"

They both laughed.   "And he didn't remember
anything?" Kyle asked, suddenly serious.

"Nothing," Ryan said, shaking his head.  "Well, maybe
nothing."

"Whoah... maybe nothing?  What does that mean?" Kyle
pressed.

"I'm not sure," Ryan said slowly, thoughtfully.  He
paused for a moment and then told Kyle about Matty's
behavior and comments over the past week.

Kyle listened closely, hands clasped together, thumbs
under his chin and his index fingers pressed to his
lips.  "What do you think it means?"

"Beats me," he said, shaking his head and rolling his
eyes.  "But then tonight he up and calls me..." His
voice drifted off.

"And...?  What did he want?" Kyle asked, sitting down
next to Ryan.  "You never said."

Ryan shrugged and threw his hands up.  "He asked if I
wanted to hang out tonight."

"He wants to hang out," Kyle repeated.  "He said
that?"

Ryan nodded.  "But there's something else, too," he
said, turning to Kyle.  "I can't put my finger on it
for sure, but... oh, shit... I don't know!"

"Hey don't leave me hanging now!" Kyle protested.

"Okay, okay... I'm just thinking out loud here," Ryan
insisted, "but get this... The way Matty was talking
makes me wonder, seriously, if maybe he knew what was
happening that night."

"Shit..." Kyle cursed softly, his mind racing at the
obvious implications.  "Are you serious?  And he just
let it happen?"

Ryan nodded his head.  "Yes... I mean no... No...
Shit, I don't know," he snapped irritably, clearly
exasperated as he paced the length of his bedroom.
"Maybe he called me 'cause he just wants to hang out,
okay?  Or maybe he figured out what happened and
called me 'cause he's horny... figures he can score
again?  But then... I mean, if he knew what
happened... what I did to him... he'd be pissed.
Pissed!  Believe me, I'd know by now 'cause he'd have
kicked my ass from here to Sunday."

"But you said he didn't remember anything," Kyle
reminded.

"Yeah, that's what I thought, too..."

"Unless, like you said, he started to remember and now
maybe he wants more?" Kyle ventured.

Ryan was silent for a few moments, sorting out his
thoughts and processing information.  "You know..." he
said, cocking his head to the side and raising his
right index finger.  He spun around and faced Kyle.
"Maybe he does remember... and he wants to use tonight
as an excuse for more... you know the whole 'I was so
drunk last night I can't remember' thing?" Kyle nodded
as Ryan continued.  "I mean I don't know for sure, but
something tells me that Matty somehow, someways knows
the score here... so I say we go hang out with Matty
tonight."

"We?" Kyle gulped.

"Yeah, we," Ryan nodded.

"And then what?'" Kyle asked.

Ryan smiled broadly, a Cheshire Cat-like grin.  "And
then we give Matty Fuckin' Anderer a night he'll never
forget... or remember."

Kyle smiled, biting his lower lip.  "Yeah..." he said
softly, nodding slowly, warming to the idea.  He was
silent for a few moments and then said: "Hey, Ry...
you said Matty's totally straight, right?"

"Yeah, why?"

"You don't think there's a way to turn someone gay, do
you?"

"What do you mean," Ryan asked.  "Make somebody turn
gay?  How?"

Kyle sighed.  "I don't know... I was just thinking of
that positive reinforcement stuff we learned in
biology class sophomore year..."

"Pavlov's dog," Ryan finished, his eyes lighting up.
"I remember.  You mean like condition him?"

"So... do you think it's possible?" Kyle asked.

"Training somebody to be gay?"

Kyle nodded, a hopeful look in his eyes.

"Nah, I doubt it," Ryan said, shaking his head.
"You're either gay or you're not.  But it would sure
be fun to try!"

Kyle smiled.  "Yeah... Okay, like you said... we give
Matty a night he'll never forget... How?"

"We have Chuck hook us up, that's how," Ryan replied.
"We'll get some Sam Adams... Matty loves that."

"Cool."

"And I'm thinking some tequila," Ryan added.

"Really?"

"Yeah, definitely. Matty gets totally plowed when he
mixes beer and hard stuff,: Ryan explained.  "And I
think we should get some pot, too.  He was so fuckin'
stoned last time it was funny."

"You know, my mom takes Xanax," Kyle offered.  "For
anxiety.  We can slip him a couple and see where it
takes him."

"Is it okay to mix it with alcohol," Ryan asked.

"I'm way ahead of you there," Kyle said.  "After that
night we hung out with Ben... which was coincidentally
the night you got into Matty's pants - fucker - I
started to think about somehow slipping a couple to
Ben.  So I did some online research.  Of course, they
say you're never supposed to mix any medication with
alcohol... blah, blah, blah... but I read enough and
as long as you're not taking massive amounts you
should be okay.  I checked my mom's bottle and her
prescription is 2 milligrams and I think that'll be
okay especially since Matty's in such good shape.  Now
we just have to figure out a way to give it to him
without his knowing."

"We can grind it up and put it in his beer," Ryan
suggested.

"I'm not sure if it'll dissolve like that," Kyle
replied.

Ryan was pacing the room again.  He snapped his
fingers.  "I know!  We tell him it's aspirin.  I mean,
it probably looks enough like it, right?  I can say he
should take it so he won't get a hangover like last
time... that we ALL should take it.  Except ours will
really be aspirin."

"That's awesome!" Kyle said.

"Yeah.  How long before it hits him?"

"Mmmm. I think about 15 or 20 minutes?" Kyle said.
"I'm not really sure.  Maybe the alcohol will help
speed it up."

"Well once he takes it we can get him to do some
tequila shots," Ryan suggested.  "He'll go for that.
Then when he it kicks in we make our move."

"And the next morning he'll just think he passed out?"
Kyle asked.

"Exactly," Ryan said, his lip curled in a smile.

Kyle grabbed Ryan's cell phone and tossed it to him.
"Call Chuck."

____________________


Matty snapped his cell phone shut, grabbed another
cold Coors from the cooler and twisted off the top.
He leaned against the deck railing and took a swig,
looking out over the lake as the sun began to sink
lower in the sky.  He wasn't sure why he just called
Ryan.  What possessed him to do that?  Ever since that
night a few weeks ago he had the feeling something
happened, but he couldn't quite put his finger on
what.  But something felt amiss.  Wrong.  Out of
place.  The night was a complete blank, which was the
weird part.  He'd been drunk lots of times before...
shit, more than he could remember... but he'd never
lost a whole night!  And then, about a week ago or so,
he started to have dreams.  Really strange funky
dreams.  Sexual dreams, sorta... Gay dreams.  They
felt more like flashbacks than dreams and they were
always the same thing.... he was on his back stripped
down to his briefs with his legs spread... Then he was
naked, legs up and cock hard... and there were hands
exploring his body... Ryan's hands... and they were
everywhere, especially his chest and nipples... oh
yeah, he could feel them even now.... mmmmm... Matty
shook his head, as if trying to dislodge some
misplaced fragment of memory.

The thought that he could actually enjoy being
dominated threw him for a loop.  Fuck!  Every time
he'd been with a chick, he'd been the aggressor - not
that he ever forced anybody - but he was always the
one to take the lead.  But in these dreams... well...
in these dreams he was on the other end... but
different somehow.  It was almost like he was a
willing participant..?  Why did he get the impression
he had submitted willingly and hadn't been forced?  It
didn't make sense, but for some reason a part of him
must've liked the idea because just the thought of it
was making him hard!

He drained his beer but still had the bottle to his
mouth, his lips wrapped around the long neck of the
bottle and his tongue unconsciously flicking its way
across the rim and into the opening.  He suddenly
realized what he was doing and jumped.  "Shit!" he
yelled out loud, hucking the bottle as hard as he
could toward the lake.  What the fuck was that about?
He was so confused.  He hadn't sucked dick that night,
had he?  Ryan's dick?  No, no, no, no, no... couldn't
be. He wasn't a fag, and neither was Ryan... or was
he?  Naw... he'd known Ryan almost his whole life.
The kid was practically a little brother to him.  Ryan
was into chicks, not dudes... wasn't he?  Yeah...
yeah... that's nonsense... bullshit!  That cock
sucking stuff must've been in the porno they were
watching.  Yeah, that's it... he remembered now...
must've been too many bong hits.  The dude in the
porno was straddling the chick with the big tits and
fucking her face... sliding his big cock in and out of
her hot, wet mouth.  Mmmm... yeah, bet that felt
good... that fat cock... in and out... so long and
hard... oh yeah... in and out of my mouth... mmmm....
yeah... What...?   Wait... MY mouth!?  That was HIS
mouth!!?  No... in the movie the guy was tied down and
the chicks were playing with his body... so how could
he have been on top...? What the fuck?  Was there
another guy in the movie?  Was it a gay porno... or
had it really happened?  No, couldn't be... had he
really sucked Ryan's cock?  Did Ryan tie him up when
he was drunk and get on top of him and stick his cock
in his mouth?  Was that HIS hot, wet mouth and RYAN'S
dick sliding in and out of it?  Had he given Ryan
Stevens a blow job?

Ugghh... the thought of it made his stomach queasy.
It couldn't be.  He'd never suck dick.  Ever.  The
rest of it, though... tied up, restrained, fondled...
mmmm... for some reason just the thought of his big
body being manhandled by another guy gave him a boner
that wouldn't quit and he didn't really understand it.
 He cracked open another Coors and drained half of it
as the unsettling thoughts continued to swirl around
in his head., darting in and out of the shadows of his
memory.

He continued to sip his beer as he pondered the
disturbing images bouncing around in his head.  He
wasn't sure how long he'd been standing there when the
sound of a car approaching roused him from his
thoughts.  He looked at his watch.  It was just after
9:00 p.m., and dusk was settling in, the fireflies
hovering just off the deck dancing in time to the
chirp of the crickets.  Matty watched as Ryan got out
of his car and wave to him.  The passenger side
opened, too, momentarily startling Matty.  He squinted
as he peered into the twilight.  It was Kyle Jensen,
Ryan's best friend.

"Hey Matty," Ryan called out, a big grin plastered
across his face.

"Sup," Matty grunted in reply, distracted.  He thought
about the two guys...  Nahhh... the whole thing that
night was just his imagination playing tricks on him,
he thought as he walked across the deck, grabbing a
fresh beer, and stood at the top of the stairs.  No
way two of 'em could've been involved, he reasoned.
I'd have remembered that for sure.  Just some really
fucked up dreams, is all.  But for some reason his
dick was still hard in his briefs as he twisted the
top off the beer, taking a long swig as the two boys
walked up the stairs carrying two twelve-packs of Sam
Adams.

Ryan eyed the sand-colored Banana Republic cargo
shorts and unbuttoned light green camp shirt Matty was
wearing. The shorts were loose and were slung low on
his hips, exposing two inches or so of his white
Calvin Klein briefs.  Ryan gently elbowed Kyle and
nodded, gesturing towards Matty's waistband with his
eyes.  "Tighty whities," he mouthed.  Kyle raised his
eyebrows and grinned back at him, Matty completely
unaware of their silent exchange.

As Ryan passed Matty he cast a quick up and down
glance and could tell Matty was pushing wood.  As if
reading Ryan's mind, Matty blushed and pressed down on
his full crotch with the heel of his left hand as he
took another swig of Coors.  He was just tipsy enough
to think Ryan maybe hadn't caught it... but he was
wrong.  Matty Anderer, the All American Boy who didn't
believe in conspiracies, was dead wrong.  He had no
idea Ryan was dialed in on him, nor did he suspect
that before the night was over Ryan would have him on
his back, humming and squealing, a cock lodged up his
ass and another down his throat.

The guys went inside to play pool and Ryan put the Sam
Adams into the cooler, pulling it just inside the
front door.  He then ran down to the car and came back
with a backpack.

"What's that?" Matty asked, grabbing a Sam Adams.
"You moving in or something?"

"Just a change of clothes and stuff since I figured
we'd spend the night," Ryan replied.  "Brought my
swimsuit, too.  Figured we could take a sauna later."

Matty nodded and grunted as he chalked his cue.  He
scratched his shot and nodded to Kyle.  "Your turn,
man."

Ryan unzipped the backpack and pulled out a fifth of
Jose Cuervo and a bag of limes.  He slipped a ziplock
bag with the two Xanax into his pocket.  He found a
knife and cutting board in the kitchen and sliced a
lime into wedges.  He brought the cutting board, along
with the tequila, three shot glasses and a salt
shaker, to the pool table and set them on the corner.

"Fellas?" He filled the glasses and handed them out.

Matty licked the back of his hand between the thumb
and index finger, shook some salt on the moistened
area, took a deep breath, licked the salt of his hand
and slammed the tequila shot.  "Come on, ladies," he
laughed, refilling his glass, "watch the Master and
try to keep up."

They did a second shooter and as Matty passed around
fresh beers, Ryan pulled out the bong and lit it.  He
handed it to Matty.

"Nice," he said, taking a rip.  He cleared the chamber
and handed it to Kyle.

"Nah, I'm cool," Kyle said, waving it off.

Matty shrugged and took another hit.  "So, who's your
supplier, Ry?"

"You mean Luke never told you?" Ryan asked.

"Nah."  He passed the bong to Ryan, shaking his head.
"Come to think of it, I don't think I ever asked."  He
shrugged his shoulders.

"Well, I'd tell you, but then I'd have to kill you,"
Ryan smirked, taking a quick hit.  Matty laughed and
shook his head.

"It's my cousin, Chuck," Ryan said.

"Wow," Matty said.  "Chuck? Really?"

"Yeah, I can't believe Luke never told you."

They continued to play and Matty got knocked out early
the next game.  He eased himself down onto the sofa,
putting a large pillow under his butt.

"What's the pillow for," Ryan asked, handing him the
bong.  "You got 'roids or something?" He snickered.

"Ha ha, very funny, asshole," Matty replied.  "I was
riding my Quad this morning and got thrown off on my
ass."

"Ouch," Kyle said, flinching.  "You okay?"

Matty looked over at him and nodded as he took another
bong hit.  "Yeah.  Doctor said I just bruised my tail
bone.  It'll be fine in a couple of days."

"Cool," Kyle said, going back to the game.

"You know, I thought you were walking funny," Ryan
quipped good-naturedly, elbowing Matty.

Matty threw him a dirty look and then broke into a
grin.  "Shut up, homo."

"I win," Kyle announced as he sank the eight ball.  He
handed his cue to Matty and started racking the balls
for the next game.

"Hey Matty, you got any aspirin?" Ryan asked, firing
up the bong and passing it to Matty.

"I dunno," he replied, shrugging his shoulders. "Why?"
 He took a hit.

"I don't wanna get a hangover," Ryan explained.  "I
heard if you take aspirin before you drink you won't
get one."

"Check the cabinet above the kitchen sink," Matty
said, chalking his cue stick.

Ryan came back to the pool table and handed Kyle two
aspirin. "Here dude, just in case," he said, winking.

"Thanks, bro," Kyle said.

"How 'bout you, Matty?" Ryan asked, holding out his
hand.

Matty shrugged, reaching over.  "Heck, why the hell
not."

"Who knows," Ryan mused, "they might ease that pain in
your ass, too."

"Funny, queerboy," Matty said.

"Hey, you don't have any pain pills do ya?" Ryan
asked, a hopeful look on his face.  "I hear they could
make for an interesting buzz."

"Nah... I never take pills or shit when I drink,"
Matty said as he tossed back the 'aspirin' and washed
them down with a long swig of his Sam Adams.  "Pain
pills are for pussies."  He held up his empty beer and
wiggled it.  "This is all the pain medication I need."

Ryan just stared at him, eyes wide, trying not to
smirk, hardly able to believe Matty had just literally
swallowed the bait.  But Matty was lining up his next
shot and wasn't paying attention to him.

"So, you finally decide on where you're going to
school in the Fall?" Matty asked.

"Well, I was thinking UCLA..."

"Dude..."

"But it's way expensive," Ryan lamented.  "So I'm
sticking with State."

"Yeah, me, too," Kyle said.

They played for several more minutes, neither of them
able to finish off the other.  Finally Ryan sank the
last ball, winning.  "Okay, losers have to drink," he
announced, setting his cue stick on the table.  He
filled two shot glasses and handed them to Kyle and
Matty.

"He ever tell you about the last time we drank?" Matty
asked Kyle, knocking back his shot.  His words were
slightly slurred now and he was talking a little
louder than he had just a few minutes earlier.

"No," Kyle replied, playing dumb.  He turned toward
Ryan, his eyes widening.

"Yeah, well neither do I," Matty laughed, tossing the
rack onto the table.  "I don't remember a fuckin'
thing.  All I remember is waking up in nothing but my
grippies..." - he looked down at his briefs and
snapped the waistband - "...and Ryan says nothing
happened."

"Hey," Ryan protested jokingly.  "You weren't wearing
any clothes because you fell in the mud outside and I
washed them for you."

Matty elbowed Kyle and chuckled.  "Mmmm... a likely
story."

"Whatever," Ryan laughed nervously.  "By the way, I
was meaning to ask... what's up with them anyway?"

"What's up with what?" Matty asked.

"The tighty whities."

Matty chuckled.  "Why you wanna know?  Why are you so
concerned?"

"I'm not," Ryan said, laughing so hard he snorted.
"It's just... well, they're like eighth grade
underwear!"

"Fuck you, asshole!" Matty laughed, playfully jabbing
at Ryan with his cue stick.  He grabbed another beer
and flopped down on the couch, winking at Kyle.  "I
think Ryan just liked seeing me in my tighty whities."

"Yeah, whatever.  Just shut up, Count Drunkula," Ryan
laughed, rolling his eyes.

Kyle racked the balls again, noticing that Matty
hadn't gotten up from the couch.  His face looked
flush and his cheeks were ruddy.  He nodded to Ryan
and gestured toward Matty.

"Yeah, he's starting to drift away," he whispered,
coming up alongside Kyle.  "Hey, Matty, you wanna
break?"

Matty seemed to snap out of his zone for a moment.  He
looked up at the two boys and shook his head.  Through
bleary eyes he replied, "Nah, you go on ahead."  He
cracked his beer and took a sip.

Ryan came around the side of the table, a couple of
feet from where Matty was slouched on the sofa, and
was about to line up his shot when he felt something
on his leg.  He looked down to see Matty running his
pool cue up and down his shin.  "You winnin',
queerboy?" he giggled, his eyes glazed, obviously
stoned.

Ryan smiled back and sank his shot.  He stood up
straight and grabbed a cube of blue chalk.  "You know,
Kyle, when you play pool it's more than just angles,"
he said.  He may have been talking to Kyle, but he was
staring at Matty.  "It's about the stick, and more
importantly the tip."

He wrapped his fist around his cue and slowly ran it
up to the end of the stick and started chalking it.
"You gotta chalk it good... you know... buff it.
Almost like you're polishing it.  Isn't that right
Matty?"

"Wass that?" Matty asked.  He couldn't seem to get a
bead on his thoughts.  It's as if they were right
there in front of him but kept floating away every
time he tried to concentrate.

"Dude, you're blazed," Ryan chuckled, bending down,
his face right next to Matty's.  "I said, it's all
about your stick.  Not necessarily the size or the
girth, but the tip.  It's all in the way you work the
tip, isn't that right?"

Matty giggled at what Ryan said and felt his dick
lurch in his briefs.  He took another swig of beer and
looked up.  Ryan seemed to be swaying back and
forth... or was it the room?  He blinked his eyes and
then Ryan got fuzzy.  What?  Something wasn't right
but he couldn't focus his thoughts long enough to
figure it out.  He giggled again.

"Matty... Matty!" Ryan said sharply, trying to get his
attention.  "Hey, how many fingers am I holding up?"

"Thursday..." Matty slurred blankly, his eyes vacant.

Ryan sat next to Matty on the couch and put his hand
on his shoulder.  "Boy, you're fucked up all kindsa
ways, aren't ya, bro?" he asked, his voice soft and
light.  It was obvious the Xanax had kicked in and
that Matty was starting to float away.  He had him
right where he wanted him.

He moved his hand slowly down Matty's arm until it was
on his thigh, his lips only inches from Matty's lips.
He felt the strong chords in Matty's thigh tense and
twitch as he squeezed.  Matty let out a long sigh as
Ryan began to softly massage his way up his inner
thigh toward his now bulging crotch.

"Mmmm... what're you doing?" Matty asked slowly, his
voice dull and flat.  His eyes were barely open and
his words were slurred.

"Nothing," Ryan said innocently as Kyle handed him a
shot glass.  He held it to Matty's lips.  "Just drink
up."

Matty didn't resist as Ryan gently tilted his head
back and tipped the drink into his mouth.  Some of the
tequila trickled out of the corner of his mouth and
down his chin and the drugged stud clumsily wiped his
mouth with the back of his hand, letting out a
satisfied groan as he sank back deeper into the sofa
cushions. Ryan put the bong to Matty's lips and smiled
as he took a hit.

"Good boy," Matty heard Ryan say as he exhaled.  Fuck,
his head was buzzing.  He hadn't drank that much -
well, at least he thought he hadn't - but, shit, he
felt fucking hammered!  It never occurred to him that
the 'aspirin' he'd ingested a few minutes ago were
anything but.  He had no idea what he was in for.

The hand brushing its way up his thigh was on his
crotch now, grabbing his hard dick through his shorts.
 He pushed at it with his hand but it came right back,
more persistent and insistent.

"What're you doing..." Matty rasped again, his voice
ragged.  The sensations stirred something in him and
he tried to bat away the invading fingers.  "Stop..."

"Shhh," Ryan interrupted, hushing him.  He placed his
hand over Matty's and held it still for a moment.
"You'll like this," he whispered, now openly fondling
the drunken stud, his hands roaming up to Matty's
chest and then back down to his crotch.  "Trust me."

He took another swig of his beer and was about to put
the bottle down when he remembered back to the other
night.  He opened the cooler and grabbed a fresh Sam
Adams.  The beer had been in the cooler for a while
now and the bottle was ice cold.  He rubbed it over
one his Matty's nipples, grinning devilishly as Kyle
stared in wide-eyed amazement at Matty's reaction to
the cold sensation.

"Awww fuuuckkk..." Matty hissed, arching his back.
"Ngghh... yeeeaaahhhhh....."  His nipple hardened into
a pointy, erect cone and there was noticeable movement
in the crotch of his shorts.  He lifted a heavy hand
to push the ice cold bottle away but was thwarted by
Kyle reaching around him, grabbing his wrists and
pulling both arms up over his head.  Ryan circled
Matty's other nipple with the butt of the cold bottle
and flicked at it with his index finger, smiling as
Matty thrashed his head and softly hissed again.  He
thrust his chest out, almost as if searching for the
bottle, his legs opening and closing.

"Oh yeah," Ryan purred as he licked from Matty's arm
pit down to his left nipple. "Now you remember,
donchya..." He gently nipped at the rubbery cone and
then iced it with the bottle, his eye on Matty's
crotch the whole time he nibbled and tugged on the
nubby tit, rolling it between his thumb and index
finger.  Matty's rod was fully hard now, twitching and
straining at the confines of his soft cotton briefs.

"Yeah... you're so fucking hot for this, aren't you,
Matty?" he asked, tracing his finger up and down the
fly of Matty's bulging cargo shorts.  He grasped
Matty's erect cock through the material and brazenly
squeezed up and down the length of it.  "And so
hard... Talk about a queerboy... you had that big
boner when I walked up tonight, dinchya?  Bet you
didn't think I saw it... but I did...  I saw it right
through your shorts like a fuckin' pup tent just like
I see it now."

"Unngghhh.. noooo...." Matty moaned, his body off
balance from the multiple sensations hitting from
every which way. He hissed again and twisted his body,
but for every movement he made, Ryan had a counter
move.

"Mmmm... yeah.... this is what you want, isn't it..."
Ryan cooed into his ear before he thrust his tongue in
and swirled it around. "You need this bad, donchya,
Matty... donchya queerboy?  That's why you called me
tonight, isn't it, huh?  You know you want it.  Just
admit it... give into it.  You know you wanna.  You
know you're gonna."

As Kyle held Matty's wrists together, Ryan continued
to ice his tits with the bottle, alternating back and
forth in no particular pattern, and then traced the
butt of the bottle down Matty's chest to his belly
button, running it around the rim of his innie.  He
let it set there for a few moments as Matty exhaled a
high, slow sigh and thrust his crotch upward.

"Damn, you're so hungry for it," Ryan muttered as he
licked his lips and slid his free hand up the leg of
Matty's cargo shorts and began a all-out frontal
massage of his dick and balls, grabbing the fully
hardened shaft through his briefs and squeezing, while
at the same time pushing the heel of his hand up under
Matty's fat, cum-laden balls. Matty groaned out loud
as the host of sensations assaulted his drugged out
body.

"Nghhh...mmmnnnngggghhhhh..." he moaned, his body
still arching and twisting at the delicious,
mischievous manipulations.  His cock throbbed and
lurched, desperate to escape the confines of his
briefs, as it searched for relief.

Ryan slid his hand back out of the leg of Matty's
shorts and fumbled with the button, taking just a
moment to get it undone. He eased the fly all the way
down and stared breathlessly as the white material of
Matty's bulging Calvin Klein briefs came into view.
Then with one hand still at Matty's nipples, he worked
the shorts down past his knees, smiling as Matty
unconsciously lifted his butt and hips to assist him.

He sat back a bit, taking in the incredible view right
in front of his eyes... Matty Anderer, dazed and
confused, eyes heavy lidded, lips slightly parted,
legs splayed, his white briefs bulging, barely able to
contain his fully erect cock.  Ryan licked his lips
and traced his index finger from the tip of Matty's
dick, down his shaft and then over his balls,
feathering it back up again, watching amazed as the
white cotton stretched as Matty's cock and balls
expanded further.  He bit his lower lip as he cupped
the cum-laden nuts and gently kneaded and rolled them
in the palm of his hand.  Matty moaned lowly and
exhaled deeply, almost blissfully, and then began to
slowly thrust his crotch into Ryan's hand.

"Dude, you're such a horny slut," Ryan laughed as he
worked Matty's balls more vigorously.

Matty opened his mouth in a half protest but before he
could get any words out, Kyle slipped his index and
middle fingers between his lips, pushing his tongue
down, and began to slowly slide them in and out...
pumping like he hoped his cock would soon be. Matty
squirmed and struggled for a few moments and then
slumped even deeper into the sofa cushions, resigning
himself without a struggle to Ryan and Kyle's
ministrations.  He didn't know why, but he submitted
and even began to suckle Kyle's fingers, giggling as a
tongue dove into his right ear and swirled around.

"Shit, he's so fuckin' hot," Kyle whispered, happily
surprised at Matty's response.  He couldn't believe
the reactions they were getting from the drugged stud.
 He leaned in toward Matty's left ear and nibbled
again, a little harder this time, eliciting a slight
yip and more moans.

"Yeah, you like this, huh?" Ryan cooed, letting his
tongue flicker over the soft lobe of Matty's other
ear.

Matty moaned something unintelligibly.  "What was
that, queerboy?" Ryan asked.

"Awww, fuuuuuuuckkkkk..." Matty hissed, his body
quivering.  "Nnnggghhh... yessssss...."  Even in his
dazed state, he knew what was happening wasn't right.
But it felt so good.... his body felt so electric and
on fire.  He knew it was wrong to enjoy it... knew it
was wrong to submit so easily and so completely to the
two horny teenaged faggots who had him at their mercy,
making him moan like some cheap whore... but ohhhhh...
it... felt... so... fucking... AMAZING!!!!!

Ryan grabbed his crotch as he looked down at Matty,
his shirt half off, shorts at his ankles, legs spread,
and his white briefs tented obscenely with his
erection.  He grabbed at Matty's excited nipples,
tweaking them and, in a low, husky voice, whispered,
"Yeah, we're gonna have fun tonight, aren't we buddy?"

Matty's body shuddered at Ryan's words, the tone of
his voice, and at the renewed attention being paid to
his nipples and crotch.  As Ryan tugged and flicked at
his tits, tingles coursed the length of Matty's spine,
ending at his cock and causing his erect dick to push
out and buff itself against his soft cotton briefs.  A
soft groan escaped his pale pink lips as a small wet
spot formed where his distended prick tip jutted
against the fabric of his briefs.

Ryan scooped up a dollop of pre-cum with his index
finger and placed his finger on Matty's soft full
lips.  "You wanna taste this, don't you?" he murmured,
squeezing Matty's balls and kneading them in the palm
of his hand.

Matty stared up into Ryan's face, shaking his head no
even as his eyes moved back and forth from Ryan's
expectant brown eyes to the cum that glistened at the
end of his fingertip.

"Yeah... you want it real bad, don't you?" Ryan
coaxed, licking his lips, his hand continuing to work
Matty's nuts.

Not knowing why he did it, nor able to control
himself, Matty groaned and quickly flicked his tongue
out, lapping up the pearl of pre-cum from Ryan's
fingertip.

"Fuckin' A!" he exclaimed, throwing his arms up.
"Didya see that, Kyle?  He licked the cum right offa
my finger!  He... he licked it!"

"Hey, no fair, let me sit, too, okay?" Kyle said,
releasing Matty's wrists and letting his arms flop
heavily to his sides.  He stripped his t-shirt over
his head and shimmied out of his track shorts to his
orange American Eagle boxer briefs.  He sat on the
other side of Matty and pulled Matty's legs onto the
couch, sliding beneath them.

"Good idea," Ryan nodded, smiling, as together he and
Ryan maneuvered Matty onto the couch, sprawling him
across their bodies.

"Sweet!" Kyle smiled, softly caressing Matty's nearly
naked body.

"What the fuck're you doin'..?" Matty slurred as the
guys pulled and tugged his body into place.  His head
was cradled in Ryan's crotch, his ass on Kyle's lap.
It sounded like he was talking through a long tunnel.
His head was swimming and he felt like he was
floating.  "Nnnnnggghhhhh... what's happening...?" he
groaned, struggling to steady his thoughts.

"Easy, Matty," Ryan soothed, running his fingers
through Matty's thick blond hair.  His other hand was
sweeping across Matty's chest.  "It's just the
Xannies.  You're fine."

"The what?" he asked, a startled look flashing
momentarily across his flushed face.

"Xanax." Ryan laughed as he plucked Matty's left
nipple.  "A chill pill.  I gave you a couple a little
while ago."

"You whaaaa..?  Huh..?" He looked into Ryan's eyes and
thought he saw himself falling away.
"Ohhhhhnnnngggghhhhh..."

"The aspirin, remember?" Ryan explained, reaching down
to Matty's crotch, cupping his balls and giving them a
playful squeeze.  "Well, it wasn't really aspirin.  It
was Xanax.  That's why you're feeling so good right
now.  But I wouldn't worry... you're not gonna
remember any of this tomorrow.  Too bad, though,
because we're gonna have so much fun!"

"Unnnghhhh... noooo..." Matty grunted as he tried to
sit up.

"Not so fast, Matty," Ryan said, holding him down
while reaching into the pocket of his shorts.  He
pulled out a small brown bottle.

"Whoah," Kyle asked, reaching over.  "What's this?"

Ryan raised his eyebrows and smiled as he handed the
bottle to him.  Kyle studied the label.

"Are these poppers?" he asked, incredulous.  Ryan
nodded, grinning broadly.

"Just like in those stories... But when..?"

"I ordered them online right after that night and they
got here a few days ago.  I haven't even opened them
yet.  I was waiting for you so we could... so we could
figure some way to use them on Ben.  But then this
thing with Matty just sorta happened."

Kyle ripped the protective plastic sealing off and
uncapped the poppers.  "Nice... so what else're you
holding out on me?" he asked.

Ryan smiled and rolled his eyes.  He reached into his
other pocket and pulled out two oblong yellow tablets.
 Kyle grabbed one and examined it.  "Cialis?  Dude!"

"Yup," Ryan giggled.  "Daddy's got himself some
erectile dysfunction."

"Well, I don't," Kyle said indignantly, handing it
back.  "Why'd you bring 'em?"

"Because," he explained, "if we're gonna fuck Matty
all night long we might need a little help."  He
placed the pill on his tongue and washed it down with
a swig of beer.  Kyle nodded and did the same.

Matty started struggling again when he heard what Ryan
said, but Kyle grabbed his wrists and held them while
Ryan put the bottle to Matty's right nostril.  He
gripped his chin with his left hand, covering his
mouth, and used his thumb to block his left nostril.
"Come on, Matty," he urged.  "Breathe in..."

"Mmmmppphhhh..." Matty resisted, his weakened body
thrashing, the sound muffled by Ryan's hand.

Kyle reached down and clamped his free hand on Matty's
balls and squeezed them roughly.

"Oooommmpppphhhhh!" Matty groaned, the air rushing out
of him.  He tried to hold his breath but Kyle started
tickling him, scrabbling his fingers over his ribs and
sides, causing Matty to hunch and squirm.  He began to
gasp for air and the only option available was the
little brown bottle.

"Awwww... FUUUUUCCCCKKKKK..." he roared as he inhaled
his first ever noseful of poppers, sitting bolt
upright as the fumes from the bottle rushed up his
nose and to his brain.  An intense feeling of warmth
coursed through his entire body, eventually zeroing in
on his crotch, licking like tongues of fire at his
cock.  His felt his balls tighten and his head spin as
a heightened sense of pleasure swirled through him.

Ryan quickly put the poppers to his other nostril.
"Mmmm.... ooohhhhhh... ooooooppphhhh..." Matty sighed
and groaned as he inhaled, the wall of heat
overwhelming him again.  His body slumped back down
into Ryan's lap as if his motor functions had suddenly
been disabled.

"Quick, flip him over," Ryan instructed, capping the
poppers.  They pushed and prodded Matty onto his
stomach.  His crotch was in Kyle's lap now, his hips
grinding unconsciously into Kyle's erection, and his
face was buried in Ryan's rapidly overheating lap.  He
hastily worked his shorts down, leaving him in gray
GAP boxer briefs.

"Awww, yeah," Kyle moaned as Matty thrust his cock
into lap.  He was rutting like a dog, his pulsing
erection searching for relief as Kyle's own dick
strained at his boxer briefs.  "Ohhh gawwwddd..." he
murmured as he softly kneaded the firm mounds of
Matty's ass, gently pushing his thumb between his ass
cheeks, teasing and softly spanking, as he urged and
prodded the drugged stud to continue his frottage.

"Oh yeah, doesn't this feel like what you need?" Ryan
asked softly, stroking Matty's thick wavy hair and
gently, but purposefully, driving Matty's nose deeper
into his crotch.  "Yeah, smell my nuts, man!  Betcha
didn't think you'd have two of us swinging on your
dick tonight, huh?"  He took Matty's chin in his palm
and lifted his head out of his lap.

Before Matty could react, Ryan shoved the poppers to
his nostrils again.  "Ngghhhh... unnnhhhh... ohhhh..."
Matty moaned, his mouth open and his eyelids
fluttering.

"Yeah, that's good, isn't Matthew?" he asked,
switching the bottle to the drugged out stud's other
nostril.  "Come on, have some more of the pops."

"Ooommpphhh... awwwww.... fffffuuuuuuuuucccckkkkkk..."
Matty grunted as a rushing tide of heat swept through
his spinning head.  He was feeling really, really good
right now.  Soooo good... The fingers tweaking his
nipples, pinching his ass and grabbing his cock caused
his body to tremble.  Each touch was electric,
introducing new flashes of pleasure.

Kyle traced his index finger up and down Matty's ass,
pushing the soft cotton briefs into the twitching,
flexing asscrack, snapping the elastic waistband and
goosing him, as Matty yelped and squirmed.

Ryan reached over, tugged Matty's briefs down and
smacked his firm ass as hard as he could, leaving a
crimson handprint on his creamy white skin.

"Unnggghhhhh!" Matty yelped loudly, surprised.  He
lifted his head up and as he did, Ryan grabbed his
chin and thrust the poppers to his nose again.

"Awwnngghhhhh... ffffuuuckkkkkk..." he wheezed, his
head dropping down back into Ryan's warm, inviting
crotch.  He inhaled deeply, the starching scent of
Ryan's excited balls wafting up his nose, mixing with
the lingering aroma of the poppers, further
intoxicating his addled mind.

"Yeah, look at him," Kyle smiled.  "He fucking loves
sniffin' your nuts!"  He cracked his palm across
Matty's ass again and then pulled his briefs up.

"Let's get him up on the pool table," Ryan suggested,
slipping the bottle of poppers into the pocket of his
shorts and tossing them onto the pool table.  Together
he and Kyle hauled the inebriated Matty to his feet
and shuffled him over to the pool table. Matty nearly
tripped over his cargo shorts which were tangled at
this feet so, leaning him against the table, Ryan bent
down and helped him step out of the shorts, taking his
time to caress and massage his sinewy calves and
thighs.

As Ryan held Matty up, Kyle tossed the sofa cushions
onto the pool table, hastily arranging them into a
makeshift bed. Matty slumped heavily against Ryan, his
jaw slack, as Ryan gently, but firmly, massaged and
kneaded his balls through his briefs.

"Time for another hit, buddy," Ryan said as he grabbed
the bong and fired it up.  He took a long hit, leaned
over and pressed his lips to Matty's, shotgunning the
smoke into his lungs.  He pulled off for just a moment
to catch his breath and to allow Matty to exhale.
Matty's mouth was still open and Ryan took his left
hand and cupped the back of his head, moving his right
hand down to Matty's chest, where he began to pluck at
his nipples.  As Matty softly groaned, Ryan pressed
his lips back to his, thrusting his tongue into his
mouth and was shocked when the dazed stud reciprocated
the kiss.  Ryan pulled Matty close, grabbing his
tight, firm ass and grinding his crotch into his as
their tongues danced and darted about for the next
thirty seconds.

"Yeah, you don't know what you're gonna be missing,
Matty Boy," Ryan whispered into the drugged stud's
ear, loud enough for Kyle to hear, as he broke the
kiss.  He nibbled on Matty's earlobe and nuzzled his
throat as stroked his cock through his briefs.  He
rubbed his thumb over the tip, buffing it with the
soft cotton, causing Matty's knees to buckle.

"Mmmmm... ohhhhh..." Matty cooed, stoned out of his
mind. He continued to moan and sigh as the guys
hoisted him onto the pool table and situated him on
the cushions. He didn't resist as they eased him onto
his back, positioning his body so his ass was near the
end of the table.  They pushed his legs up and bent
his knees, spreading his legs wide and posing him like
he was a Blueboy centerfold.  Kyle took Ryan's digital
camera and snapped several shots as Ryan crawled on
the table and straddled Matty's naked chest.  He
focused in on Matty's crotch and his fat balls nestled
in the soft white cotton.  He ran his hands slowly up
Matty's inner thighs, his fingers eventually reaching
the bulging pouch of Matty's briefs, lightly caressing
and tickling.

Still wearing his boxer briefs, Ryan leaned over and
rubbed his crotch across Matty's face. As he did, Kyle
tugged Matty's briefs down, his fully erect cock
springing up like a flagpole, droplets of pre-cum
spattering.  It was seven and a half inches, probably
five and a half inches around, curved slightly to the
left and topped with a fat, mushroom-shaped tip.  Kyle
worked Matty's briefs all the way off and tossed them
over his shoulder.  Matty was completely naked now as
Kyle placed his ankles into opposite corner pockets,
fully exposing his pink asshole.

Ryan observed Kyle's work over his shoulder and
smiled.  "What're you gonna do now, line up that big
cue stick of yours and sink one?"  Kyle groaned at
Ryan's lame joke.

Ryan straddled Matty and lowered the waistband of his
boxer briefs, tucking them under his balls.  "Last
time I did this I started feeling guilty and shot my
load right in his face instead of in his mouth," Ryan
said as he ran his hard cock up and down the side of
Matty's face and across his full lips, his cock
twitching and bobbing as it brushed over Matty's five
o'clock shadow.  "But not this time, huh?" he said,
turning his attention back to him.  "This time I'm
gonna give it all to you... Yeah, that's right...
right down your throat."

"You mean his cock-sucking throat?" Kyle giggled.

"Hopefully by the end of the night it will be," Ryan
smiled.

Matty was speechless as he lay there, sprawled out,
spinning in a Xanax-induced haze.  His eyes were
opened wide as he looked up at Ryan's naked torso
straddling him, his dick moving slowly over his face,
balls swinging from side to side like a pendulum.  He
felt the wet tip trace its way across his face and
lips and at the same time felt Kyle's hands as they
resumed their exploration of his legs and inner
thighs, caressing him with smooth, languid strokes.
He felt a finger press against his lips and looked up
into Ryan's face, into his sinister smile, and didn't
resist as his thumb and index finger pried his mouth
open and two fingers of his other hand slid inside,
working their way back and forth and around like
Kyle's had earlier.  He felt his mouth being pushed
open wider as the fingers continued to swirl around
and probe his mouth, and in dazed compliance he gave
in and obeyed.

"Yeah, that's it, queerboy," Ryan urged in a whisper.
"That's so good.  Now open up that cock-sucking mouth
of yours for this."

The fingers were pulled out of his mouth and quickly
replaced by Ryan's drooling cock.  Matty felt like he
was outside his own body, watching in shocked
amazement as Ryan fed him the full length of his cock,
and was even more surprised to find himself swallowing
it all.  What the fuck?

"Mmmpphhhh..." he gagged as the thick tube of flesh
filled his mouth, the air ripe with the pungent, musky
odor of teenaged ball sweat.

"Yeah, your lips look so nice around my dick," Ryan
said, running his fingers through Matty's hair and
pulling his face even closer to his crotch, forcing
his cock deeper into Matty's mouth, his nose closer to
his crotch.  "And they feel sooo good, too."

Matty tried to spit it out but Ryan's hands held him
still, thrusting in deeper, as he reached into the
pocket of the shorts he'd discarded on the pool table
and pulled out the bottle of poppers, holding it ready
just in case.

Kyle stood at the edge of the pool table and took
Matty's erect, bobbing cock in his hand.  He took a
deep breath and leaned in, running his tongue the
entire length of the quivering, veiny tool and then
swirled it around the head, softly first and then more
firmly, experiencing his first taste of Matty's cum.

"Mmmmmmmm..... nnngghhhhhh..." Matty groaned, this new
sensation distracting him from Ryan's cock in his
mouth.  Kyle placed his lips to the tip of Matty's
dick, kissing it and feeling it pulse and twitch as
his lips parted slowly, forming a tight 'O' as he
gradually lowered his mouth down over it, swallowing
the throbbing shaft.

Matty sighed blissfully, a small gurgle escaping his
throat as he reactively sucked and slurped Ryan's
cock.  Kyle took the noise as an indication the buzzed
college student was receptive to more and reached for
the tube of KY, his hands fumbling as he squeezed out
a dollop and coated his index finger.  He debated
momentarily whether to gently ease his finger into
Matty's ass or just shove it in.  He decided to go for
it and drove his finger in fast and deep.

"Oooommmmpphhhh!!!!" Matty howled in pain, as his body
bucked and his hips thrashed, unintentionally driving
his cock even further into Kyle's suctioning mouth
while at the same time sucking even more voraciously
on Ryan's.

"Fuck yeah," Ryan grunted, taking the opportunity to
force his dick deeper into Matty's mouth.  He forced
another hit of poppers into him.  He pulled out and
then thrust back in again, burying his cock in Matty's
throat, his bush against his nose.  He finally pulled
out and rested his cock on Matty's lower lip.   "I bet
you've been dreaming of this since last time, haven't
you?  Come on you fucking slut... just let go... come
on..."

Matty could hear what Ryan was saying but for some
reason wasn't able to process it.  At least his
conscious mind couldn't.  The poppers made him feel
like he was floating... free... with no inhibitions.
Through glazed, fuck-crazy eyes he stared at Ryan's
erect cock, bobbing and weaving in front of him in an
undulating, almost hypnotic dance.  His eyes widened
and, as Ryan coaxed and thrust and forced more poppers
into him, Matty opened his mouth further and felt his
tongue slither out and lap at the slick cock head.

"Oh shit... yeah... that's it!" Ryan cried out in
surprise as Matty's tongue lathed his prick tip,
flicking at his piss slip.  He pushed his dick back
into Matty's mouth, slamming his balls against Matty's
chin.  He pulled out and rammed it in again.  "That's
the fuckin' money shot!" he exclaimed.  He reached
back and pinched Matty's nipples.  He swore he heard
Matty sigh in contentment.

"Oh yeah," he gasped as he arched his back, trying to
drive his dick further down Matty's throat, even as he
continued to pinch and paw at his nipples.  "You're so
hot for this aren't you, Matty?  Sooo fucking into
it!"

Matty was dripping with sweat now, the evening
humidity hanging thick in the air.  He gasped as
Kyle's mouth on his cock seemed to open wider, like a
snake unhinging its jaws, swallowing the full length
of his impressive cock.  Swallowing it to the hilt...
his erect spear being worked mercilessly and expertly.
 Savagely.  Deep throated.  He felt his balls up
against Kyle's chin.  Felt the tickle of day old
stubble.  Kyle bobbed up and down slowly, taking even
more of Matty's dick into his warm mouth as his finger
bore deeper into his ass.  Matty swore he could feel
his cock lengthening, if that was even possible,
seeking to burrow itself deeper into Kyle's throat.

"Ohhhhh... mmmmmm..." he groaned, thrusting his hips
upwards in abandon, clenching and flexing his ass
cheeks together, a misguided attempt to dislodge the
invading finger that only served to hold it in place.

As Kyle continued to suction his cock, Matty turned
his dazed attention back to Ryan, and to the dick
lodged deeply in his own throat.  The dick he was
sucking!  Why was he sucking so hard on the cock in
his mouth... taking it deeper inside him?  He eased up
slightly, trying to wrap his mind around it, but Ryan,
sensing and feeling Matty's hesitation, grunted
something to Kyle who immediately inserted a second
finger into Matty's ass.  As Matty bucked his hips
Ryan forced another hit of poppers into him.

"Mmmmppphhh.... yyynnngggghhhh..." Matty groaned
loudly, the sounds partially muffled by the cock
filling his throat.  The fingers in his ass were
grazing something deep inside, something previously
unknown to Matty, and were sending delicious signals
to his drug-clouded mind, causing his dick to lurch
and bob, a river of pre-cum flowing from it.

"Fuck," Kyle exclaimed, pulling his mouth off Matty's
cock.  "His ass is slamming into my fingers!"

"Yeah, I think he's about ready now," Ryan said,
reluctantly pulling his dick from Matty's hungry
mouth.  He hopped off the table and stood next to Kyle
who now withdrew his fingers from Matty's ass.

Matty was moaning softly, confused, wondering where
the cock in his mouth had gone... where the fingers
rooting up his ass went... his drug-addled mind was
experiencing an empty feeling.  His knees were still
up and his legs spread wide.  His asshole, shiny and
slick with the KY Kyle had used to lube his fingers,
twitched and winked at them.

Ryan smirked and picked up the lube, liberally coating
the index and middle fingers of both hands.  He slowly
inserted the four slicked fingers into Matty's
asshole, gently twisting and turning them in opposite
directions, in a steady, determined effort to stretch
his anal canal.

"Unnggghhhh... mmmmm... nnnggghhhh..." Matty purred,
his body luxuriating in the foreign, but not
unpleasant sensations in his ass.  He arched his back
and grunted softly as he pushed his ass down
purposefully, searchingly, on Ryan's fingers, driving
them even deeper into his aching, suddenly yearning
hole.

"Dude..." Kyle mumbled, awestruck at the site before
him.  "Look at him, he's on auto-pilot... he's so
toasted!"

Ryan nodded and grinned, "Yeah, he's higher than
fuckin' Blitzen.  He doesn't even have a clue what
he's doing right now."

Every so often, as his fingers continued to eddy in
and out of Matty's ass, churning in precise
counter-rhythm to each other, Ryan noticed how Matty
would groan just a bit deeper and his dick twitch just
a little more.  His cock seemed to become more erect,
the tip expand a bit more, and driblets of pre-cum
would burp out and trickle down the shaft.

"Holy shit...." Ryan whispered, stunned.  He cocked
his head to the side and bit his lower lip, eyes
narrowing as a look of concentration covered his face.
 He swirled his fingers about again:  another bob,
another moan, another twitch, another rivulet of
pre-cum...  He nodded.

"What..."

"I think I hit the fucking motherlode!" he exclaimed
incredulously.

"The what?" Kyle repeated, confused.  "You hit the
what?"

"I found his prostate," Ryan announced, honing in on
the newly discovered spot deep within Matty, his
fingers moving in artful deliberation within the
confused stud's body, beguiling it and deceiving it
with new sensations that forced it to question itself
as they launched seductive, divisive feelings.
Feelings that threatened to scale the walls of his
innermost stanchions and challenge the foundations of
his very maleness as they searched for a breach in the
fortress.

"Ohhh... gaaaaawwwwddddd... nnnggghhhhh...
yeeeesssss..." Matty squalled, arching his back like a
cat and throwing his arms up over his head as the
fingers continued their insidious forage deep inside
him.  "Aaaaahhhhnnnn..."

Ryan and Kyle stared open-mouthed as Matty Anderer -
All American Boy Next Door, Star Quarterback, Big Man
On Campus - slowly writhed on the pool table, hips
gyrating, back arched, his voice a long, low guttural
howl, seemingly under the control of Ryan's fingers.

"AAAAaaahhhhnnngghhhh... ohhhhnnnn...
mmmmnnnngggghhhh... yyyeeeaaahhhh...
ohhhhyyyeeessss... ffffuuuucccccccckkkkkkk..."

"He's looks so ripe right now," Kyle murmured, his
hand down his underwear, slowly rubbing his hard,
dripping dick.

"Yeah... and like I said, the best thing is he won't
remember a thing tomorrow," Ryan said.  "Isn't that
right, Matty?  You ready for this?"

Matty lolled his head to the side, his eyes barely
open as he tried in vain to focus on Ryan.  If he
understood what he just said or knew what was about to
happen to him, he didn't give any indication.  Or put
up any resistance.  He just continued to weakly thrash
and softly grunt.

Ryan pulled his fingers from Matty's ass, tore open a
condom and rolled it on his dick.  He and Kyle pulled
Matty's body a few inches closer to the edge of the
pool table, repositioning the pillows to raise his ass
up even further.  Ryan lifted up one of Matty's legs
and rested it over his left shoulder, holding the
other at his right side as he guided his erect cock to
Matty's still-spasming asshole.  He rested the tip
against Matty's quivering asslips for a brief moment,
the coolness of the lube causing a visible flutter,
and then, ever so slightly, pushed his body forward,
sliding his erect cock a quarter of an inch into
Matty's anxious hole.

"Ohhhh... mmmm... ooooohhhhh...." Matty cooed, his
voice rising.

Ryan winked at Kyle devilishly and shifted his hips,
withdrawing his cock from the inviting hole.  Matty
lifted his head, a long, yearning groan spilling over
his lips.

"Do you want me to fuck you, Matty?" Ryan asked, his
voice a breathy whisper, as he lazily ran the tip of
his cock over Matty's quaking asshole in a teasing
caress, softly prodding it.

"Mmmm... unngghh..." Matty grunted, shaking his head.

Ryan rocked his hips slightly forward, his cock once
again barely penetrating.  "Are you sure?"

"Oooooohhh... mmmmm..." Matty hesitated, his voice
barely a coo.

Ryan pushed in further and stopped again.  "Is that a
yes?"

Matty nodded and grunted.  "Let me hear you say it,"
Ryan urged.

"Yeeeessssss..." Matty hissed without hesitation, his
voice a throaty rasp.

Waiting no further, Ryan took a deep breath and
plunged in.

"UUUNNNGGGGHHHH!!!!!" Matty bellowed, his back arching
and his arms flailing as Ryan's cock pushed deep
inside him.  "Ohhhh.... mmmmnnngggghhhhHHHHHHH!!!"

Kyle grabbed the poppers and put them to Matty's nose,
smiling as he watched him snort deeply and willingly.
"Ohhh... unnnggghhh... aaarrrrnnngggghhhh..." he
grunted as Ryan continued to thrust in and out,
groaning as his asshole was assaulted by Ryan's cock.
He took Matty's hard dick in his hand and, his
pistoning hips not missing a beat, began to jack him
off, roiling his rough palm over the prick tip,
scrubbing the over-sensitized tissue and basting it
with its own fuck juice.

"Oh my God..." Matty choked out between gasps, his
voice rising and falling in rhythm as each plundering
stroke broke new ground within him. "Oh God, oh God,
oh God..."

Kyle flicked Matty's nipple, eliciting a yelp.  He
flicked the other and continued to tweak and pluck as
Ryan continued to simultaneously fuck him and
masturbate him.  "Oh God... oh yes... ohhhh...
yessss..." Matty whimpered, his voice crescendoing in
pitch, struggling in his losing battle to resist.  To
not succumb... "Yesssss..."

He felt his body being repositioned.  His leg was
still over Ryan's shoulders, but Kyle had now crawled
up onto the pool table and got behind him, raising and
pushing his upper body forward so he could actually
see Ryan's cock thrusting in and out of his ass.

"OHHhhh... mmmppphhh..." he moaned, watching in dazed
fascination as Ryan's cock slowly disappeared into him
and then withdrew, sluicing in and out of his ass in a
slow, steady rhythm.  The initial sensation of pain
he'd originally felt had subsided and had been
replaced with something more... more pleasurable?

He didn't know how long he sat there watching himself
getting fucked, seemingly hypnotized as Ryan's dick
hammered in and out of him, opening his body and mind
to new frontiers heretofore unexplored.  He didn't
know what it was Ryan's cock was hitting up there, but
he'd never been so hard in his entire life!  And he
reveled in it, squealing with pleasure each time
Ryan's dick battered that magic spot, his head lolling
about, eyes rolled back and fluttering, his jaw slack.

"Ohhhnngghhh... yeahhhhh," he rumbled, his voice thick
and gravelly with contentment and satisfaction.  A
smile had wandered onto his dazed face.

"Oh God, your ass makes such a fucking good cunt,"
Ryan half-laughed, his face flushed and sweaty.  "It's
better than a pussy."

Matty gazed up at him, a bewildered look on his face,
when he heard the word pussy, drool at the corners of
his mouth.

"Yeah, that's it.  A pussy," Ryan said, flashing a
wicked smile as Kyle reached around again and plucked
his nipples, pushing the poppers under his nose.

Matty obediently took a deep breath of the poppers,
moaning and sighing as he relaxed into Kyle's arms,
closing his eyes and submitting to both the cock
reaming his ass and the nipple play.  A primal groan
of pleasure escaped his lips as he finally let go of
everything and totally surrendered, luxuriating in the
incredible sensation of getting fucked for the first
time.

"You like that, Matty?" Ryan asked.  "You like my cock
in your pussy?"

"Hhhhmmmm... ohhhhhh... nngggyyyyeeeesssss..."  Matty
felt his body sink slightly downward as Kyle eased him
back, laying on the cushions.  He felt a slight
pressure on his chest and opened his eyes to find Kyle
straddling him, his erect dick bobbing mere inches
from his mouth.

"You want this, Matty?" Kyle asked, looking his square
in the eyes, his hard dick now lying across his pale
pink lips.  He ran it up to Matty's cheek, his pre-cum
leaving a silvery track in its wake, and then back
across his lips, smiling as they parted willingly.

"You do, don't you, queerboy?" he exclaimed, grinning
as he slid his hard shaft all the way into Matty's
mouth, thrusting it deep into his throat.  "That's it,
you cocksucker... take it into your pussy mouth."

There was that word again.  Pussy.  Matty grunted,
confused, and looked up at Kyle.

"Yeah, that's it," he cooed, his voice low, as he
tousled Matty's hair.  "You like cock in both your
pussies, donchya?"  For good measure he put the bottle
of poppers to Matty's nose and smiled as the
lust-crazed stud snorted without having to be urged.

As the aroma began to do its work, Matty proceeded to
earnestly suck Kyle's cock, lifting his head when Kyle
would teasingly pulled his dick back and then sighing
in relief when it returned, taking the thick cock back
into his mouth and down his throat, gagging in his
attempts to deep throat it.  He couldn't quite
comprehend why he was suddenly so hungry for cock or
why the withdrawal of it panicked him.  His mind was
so clouded and fogged, he didn't even realize how
eagerly he was working Kyle's dick.  Eagerly and
expertly.

Kyle couldn't take it anymore.  He needed to cum so
badly!  He slipped his cock from Matty's sucking mouth
and, giving it a few quick tugs, unloaded his hot load
across Matty's dazed face.

"Mmmm... nggggh..." Matty groaned as six ropes of
thick white cum sprayed across his face.  Then, using
his dick like a trowel, he spread the cum around
Matty's face, coating his lips with his cock snot.

Matty groaned again and his tongue flicked out,
wantonly lapping at the viscous fluid that was
dripping down from his cheeks and the bridge of his
nose to his lips.

Ryan watched in amazement at the site in front of him.
 "Oh fuck..." he managed to utter, shocked at what he
was witnessing - at what he thought he'd never see.
"He's a cum whore... Matty Anderer's a mother-fuckin'
cum whore!!!!"  He readjusted his grip and sped up his
pumping hips, driving his suddenly re-energized cock
deep inside Matty, each powerful thrust zeroing in on
his target.

"Ohhhh... ohhhhh... AAAAHHHHNNNN!!!" Matty wailed as
Ryan's cock continued to mercilessly pummel his hole,
alternating quick, rapid-fire thrusts with slow, long,
deliberate strokes.  The ribbing of the condom raked
over his tender, sensitive prostate, bombarding his
drug-addled brain with a constant onslaught of
euphoria, overwhelming his fragile mind with a
dazzling array of pleasure.  It felt so... so...
good!?

As if reading his mind, Ryan spoke.  "Yeah, that's
good, isn't it, Matty?" he asked softly, his voice low
and husky. "So, so, soooo good... I bet it feels
natural, huh?"  He slowed the pace of this thrusts and
cupped Matty's balls with his left hand, gently
kneading and squeezing them.

"Ohhh... yeahhhhh..." Matty breathed contentedly,
arching his back and thrusting out his chest.  His
whorish cock was like a divining rod seeking water,
hard and throbbing as it sought out a hand or some
other relief.  There was a steady stream of pre-cum
flowing from the tip and running down the side,
saturating the light brown pubic hairs of his prick
bush.

"Yeah, go on Matty," Ryan gasped, thrusting his hips
harder, driving his cock further inside him.  "Tell me
how bad you want it.  How bad need it."

"Nnnnooo... ohhhh... nnnyyyeeeesssss..." Matty panted,
his already weakened defenses quickly eroding.

"That's it," Ryan encouraged, his voice gentle and
soft.  "Let it all out... I'm gonna fuck you all night
so you might as well just let go...  It's just you and
me... your nearest neighbor's far, far away... Just
let it out... nobody'll hear... it's okay..."

That final caveat seemed to do it.  "Unnngghh...
uhhhhnnn... arrrrgghhhhh!!!!!"  Matty's cock suddenly
burst forth, a long stream of his pent up cum
rocketing straight up into the air and spattering
against the shade of the overhead light.  It was
succeeded by seven somewhat less intense streams
shooting out like crude gushing from an oil derrick,
landing in splashes on his heaving chest and rippled
abs, pooling into his belly.

Matty was panting hard, his orgasm having barely
subsided, when Ryan pulled out of his ass, his dick
making a suctioning, slurping noise as it withdrew.
Matty yelped as Ryan grabbed his cock and his body
bucked as the calloused fist slowly torqued and
corkscrewed its way up the length of his shaft and
roiled his over-sensitized prick tip, bringing him
back to a full erection.

"Noooo... noooo... noooo!!! Aahhhhhhh... aaahhhh
ooohhhhh.... eeeiiiiiiaaarrrghhhHHHH!!!!" Matty howled
as he tried to pry Ryan's tormenting fingers off his
cock.  Kyle leaned in and tickled his ribs and
strummed his erect nipples, distracting him and
keeping him off balance.

"Aiiieeeeyyyaaahhhhh!!! Noooo.... ooooohhh!!!" Matty
continued to squeal, his voice turning into a raspy
scream.

As Ryan sped up his masturbation, Matty's cries slowed
and deepened, taking on a mournful, full-bodied tone
as his body was swept up in the throes of another
orgasm.  "Ohh... ohhhh...ohhhhhh... ohhhhhhhh...
OHHHHH!!!!  Mmmmm... nnnggghhhh... aaannnggghhhhh...
fuuuucckkk... yesssssss... yessss... ohhh!!!  OhhHH!!!
 OHHHHHHH!!!!!"

His dick erupted again, another huge payload of
fucksap shooting four feet into the air.  Ryan's fist
never slowed, a river of Matty's cum flowing freely
over his fingers, as he continued to relentlessly milk
Matty's spasming cock.

Matty's thrashed and screamed as Ryan's thumb scrubbed
across his supersensitive prick tip, delicately
teasing his piss lips, coaxing out every last drop.
Kyle was holding Matty's arms at his side as his body
arched and twisted.  Every time his big body bucked,
his hips thrust upward, fucking his hard dick into
Ryan's roiling fist.

"Ohhh... oooooooohhhh... mmmmmmmhhhhhh..." he sighed
as Ryan slowed his pace, finally relenting and
releasing his spent dick.  He jumped up onto the pool
table and straddled Matty's chest.  He reached down
and grabbed his own hard cock and gave it a few jerks.

"Open up, queerboy," he said, prying Matty's mouth
open with his cum-coated fingers.  He shoved his dick
deep inside and pulled Matty's face closer as he
rocked his hips.  His body tensed and his dick
exploded, filling Matty's mouth with a full load of
his jism.  He stroked Matty's throat in a firm rhythm,
forcing him to swallow.

"Mmmmppphhh... uuurrrgghhh..." Matty gurgled, the cum
churning in his throat and bubbling over his lips.

"Yeah, that's it, cocksucker," Ryan heaved, pulling
his cock out and playfully slapping it across Matty's
face.  "Take it all!"

He continued to run his cock across Matty's face, as
Kyle scooped up the pools of cum from Matty's stomach,
smearing it across his lips and feeding it to the
dazed young man,.

They pulled Matty to a sitting position and then to
his feet, his head lolling and pitching forward.  He
was a total fucked-out mess.  His jaw was slack, his
blue-green eyes were vacant and there was a trickle of
cum, mixed with saliva, dribbling down his chin.  His
dick, a good seven and a half inches when erect, was
still quite impressive in repose, and his low-hanging
balls swung slowly like a pendulum.

"Holy shit," Kyle whistled softly, reaching for the
camera.  "I gotta get a shot of this!"

Matty flinched slightly as the camera flashed but
otherwise didn't move.  He moaned softly as he leaned
heavily against Ryan, who had to put his hand on his
lower back to help steady him, his fingers grazing
downward, feathering over the spot just outside and
above Matty's asshole.

Although Matty's balls were momentarily drained, Ryan
knew there was more. Plenty more. After all, he'd
known Matty all his life and in spite of the
wholesome, All-American Boy Next Door image he
projected, Matty Anderer was a horndog.  A player.  A
total chick magnet.  He'd been blessed with good
looks, charm, and athletic prowess... he'd also been
blessed with a dick that wouldn't quit and tonight
Ryan was determined to wring every drop of cum he
could from it.

"Mmmm..." Matty sighed as the fingers inched lower,
easing over his sweaty asscrack, his dick coming back
to life as Ryan's finger slipped easily inside.  He
slid a second finger alongside the first and suddenly
Matty's dick stuck straight up, a bubble of pre-cum
appearing.  "Ohhhhnnnnngggghhhh!!!!"

"Hey Matty... buddy..." Ryan said softly, his fingers
rooting about, searching for his prostate.

"Dude, he doesn't even know his name," Kyle whispered,
his eyes fixed on Matty's blank face.

"You mean his cock-suckin' name?!" Ryan laughed.
"Maybe so, but it sure looks like his dick knows
something."

"Yeah, like it wants my cock up his ass!" Kyle agreed.
 He stepped in front of Matty, looking directly into
his eyes.  "Is that it, Matty?" he asked.  "You want
me to fuck you now, too?"

"Or maybe you want two dicks in your mouth at the same
time?"  Ryan joined in teasingly, his other hand
palming Matty's balls, squeezing and tugging his
nutsack.  "Is that what you want?  Both our dicks in
your mouth?  Better yet, how about up your ass?  Or
should we be calling it your pussy?"

They bent Matty over the arm of the couch, his
upturned hole level with Kyle's dick.  Ryan flopped
onto the couch and rested Matty's face in his naked
lap, burying his nose deep into his musky, sweaty
pubic hairs.

Kyle nervously rolled a condom onto his dick and took
a moment to lube it.  Then he got behind Matty and
gently gripping his hips, guided his horny cock to
Matty's waiting hole.

"What're you waiting for?" Ryan asked the suddenly
reluctant Kyle, stroking Matty's hair and massaging
the back of his neck, mashing his face against his
crotch.

"I... I... I dunno," Kyle stammered haltingly.  "I've
never done this."

"Just close your eyes and pretend it's Jolene," Ryan
instructed, trying to calm his friend's anxiety.  Kyle
nodded, closing his eyes and biting his lower lip.  He
readjusted his grip on Matty's hips and pushed his
dick forward and in with a soft grunt.

"Unnngghhh!!" Matty cried out as Kyle thrust in
quickly and deeply, the slap of his balls against
Matty's ass audible.  He pulled back out and rammed in
again, and again, as if releasing some long held
tension.

"Aaaahhhhnnngghhh..." Matty moaned, his anal canal
struggling to accommodate Kyle's larger girth.  Ryan
grabbed him by the hair and lifted his face out of his
crotch.

"You like that, huh?" he sneered, gently slapping his
cheeks.  "Donchya, queerboy?"

"Unnnghhh..." Matty groaned as Ryan flipped open the
poppers and offered them to him.  Two snorts later and
he was flying high again.

As Kyle fucked away with abandon now, Ryan watched
Matty's reactions with fascination.  His eyelashes
fluttered like a hummingbird's wings over his
heavy-lidded, glassy eyes and he was panting, his
mouth open and lips quivering, as a low, steady hum
played from deep within his throat.

"Oh fuck..." Ryan said, closing watching Matty's
reactions.  "You're totally into this, aren't you?
You love getting fucked, don't you?  You love getting
that pussy of yours stuffed with cock!"

The site of Matty getting fucked and apparently
savoring it turned Ryan on and he grabbed his hard
dick, guiding it into Matty's warm mouth.

"Mmmmmmppphhh..." the dazed stud grunted as Ryan used
both hands to push him down on his cock, forcing him
to deep throat it.

"Oh yeah, that's it queerboy," he taunted, as Matty's
mouth came alive and began to suck and slurp on his
dick.  "You suck cock like a pro.  You can't tell me
you've never done this before.  Bet it feels pretty
good to have a dick up both your holes, huh?"

Matty grunted contentedly as Ryan sighed and relaxed
into the couch cushions, breathing deeply as Matty's
head continued to bob up and down on his dick.

Ryan tensed and breathed in sharply as he felt his
balls constrict and his cock lurch.  Suddenly his hips
began to thrust, violently fucking Matty's face as his
cock erupted, unloading his spunk into his mouth.

"Ohhhh... whooo... unnngghhhh..." he panted as Matty
continued to suck his dick without missing a beat,
slurping and swallowing down his cum even as it pooled
over his lips and ran down his chin.  It was like his
lips were glued to Ryan's cock.

The tip of Ryan's dick was sensitive now and he
couldn't bear the suctioning action of Matty's mouth
on it any longer.  "Ahhhh... stop you fucking
cock-sucker!" he squealed, having to use both hands to
pry Matty's lips from his dick.  He finally managed to
pull him off, Matty's mouth making a loud popping
sound.

"Annhhh... ohhhhh..." Matty grunted as cum, mixed with
saliva, drooled from the corners of his mouth and down
his chin.

"Oh God," Ryan sighed, his chest heaving, "you're a
fucking mess!"

____________________


"I'm beat," Kyle yawned as he stretched his tired
body.  It was after 2:00 a.m., and both he and Ryan
were spent.  They were sitting next to each other on
the couch, Matty sprawled out on their laps, naked,
dozing and moaning slightly as they idly played with
his nipples and cock.

"Yeah, I think it's time to hit the sack," Ryan
agreed.  "We should clean him up first, though."

They got up and redressed and then pulled Matty to his
feet.  Ryan took Matty's cock in his hand and led him
to the bathroom.  The dazed stud padded behind him,
unsteady on his feet, with Kyle's arm locked around
his waist.

"Unnhhhgghhh..." Matty sighed.  The hand on his cock
felt good and he started getting hard again.

"Geez, dude!" Kyle laughed.  "He's getting another
freakin' boner!"

"I told you," Ryan laughed.  "He's like the fuckin'
Energizer Bunny."

They positioned Matty in front of the toilet and Ryan
aimed his dick it at the bowl.  "Here buddy," he said.
 "Take a piss and then we'll clean you up for bed."

"Anngghhhh... mmmmmm..." Matty rumbled softly as a
steady jet of urine splashed into the toilet,
relishing the hand working his cock.  He leaned back
into Ryan's arms and sighed again.

When he was finished Ryan flushed the toiled and
jiggled his dick to get the last drops off.  "Hey,
hold onto him for a minute, will ya?" he asked Kyle,
shifting Matty's weight over.  "I'll be right back."

He ran out of the bathroom and came back a few seconds
later with the tequila, poppers and lube.

Kyle looked confused.  "What the heck?"
"How about a night cap?" Ryan asked, holding up the
tequila.

"Ugh... none for me," Kyle replied, scrunching up his
face.  "I don't think I like tequila."

"It's not for us," Ryan clarified, shaking his head.
"It's for Matty."  He opened the tequila and began
emptying it into the toilet.

"What are you doing?" Kyle asked.

"Something I read about," Ryan replied.  He dumped out
all but three shots worth of the tequila and then
filled the bottle one-third full with warm water.
"Here, bend him over."

"What?"

"Bend him over.  Like this," Ryan said.  He set the
bottle down and helped Kyle bend Matty over the side
of the bathtub, resting his elbows on the side of the
tub.  Then he picked up the bottle of tequila-laced
water and generously coated the neck with the KY.

"You're not gonna stick that up his ass, are you?"
Kyle asked in surprise, his eye wide.

"Yup," Ryan replied.  "Tequila Enema.  This'll fuck
him up till Tuesday."

"Dude, you are so twisted."

"Yup.  I'm a cheap and evil boy." Ryan flashed a
devilish grin.

He softly stroked Matty's anus, working his thumb into
it and eliciting a soft moan from the dazed young man.
 A long thin line of cock drool streamed to the
bathroom floor, creating a small puddler.  He
playfully smacked Matty's upturned ass and gingerly
inserted the bottle into his ass and tipped it up.

Ryan had the poppers ready and offered them to Matty.
"That's a good boy," he smiled as Matty willingly
sniffed.

"Unngghhh..." he grunted, his face twisting in
bafflement as the warm fluid coursed through his
insides.  Air bubbled through the bottle as the
alcohol-laced water was sucked inside his ass.

Ryan fucked the bottle in and out of Matty's ass for
several minutes.  The steady pumping action kept him
excited and aroused, but still somehow comforted,
while at the same time holding the liquid in his anal
canal and allowing enough time for the alcohol to be
absorbed into the delicate lining of his rectum.  The
alcohol quickly dampened any residual anxiety he may
have had, silently urging his body and mind to relax
and submit.  Then Ryan and Kyle sat him back on the
toilet so he could expel the liquid from his ass.

Kyle flushed the toilet again as Ryan wet a washcloth
with warm water and gave Matty a makeshift sponge
bath, gently scrubbing the cum from his body, face and
hair.  He paid special attention to his cock, balls
and ass, not only to thoroughly clean them, but to
also titillate his still sensitive skin.

They had to practically carry him back to the living
room.  He was so drunk he couldn't stand and he
crashed heavily into the wall, twice, before they
finally reached the couch.  They found his briefs and
slipped them on, fondling and caressing their way up
his long legs.

They sat him down on the couch and he slumped onto his
side, his mouth slightly open.  "It looks like he's
trolling for cock," Kyle remarked with a snicker.

Ryan couldn't resist.  He rolled Matty onto his back
and worked his dick out of the fly of his briefs.  He
took it into his mouth and swirled his tongue over the
tip and into the piss slit, enticing it back to an
erection.  Then he deep throated it and fisted it
slowly and deliberately, squeezing Matty's ass and
ignoring his protests until he finally coaxed one
last, weak load from the overworked cock.

He pressed his lips to Matty's, emptying the cum from
his mouth into Matty's.  Some of it spilled out over
Matty's lips and Ryan softly stroked his throat until
the peristaltic movement took over and Matty once
again swallowed a load of his own spunk.

"Uggghh... that's so gross!" Kyle said, shuddering, as
Ryan walked to the door.

"What?" Ryan asked, laughing, opening his mouth and
sticking his tongue out.  "You wanna kiss, too?"  He
leaned out the door and spit over the side of the
deck.

He closed the door and rummaged through a couple of
closets until he found a thin blanket.  He slipped
Matty's dick back into his briefs, softly patting and
cupping his crotch, as Kyle slid the empty bottle of
tequila next to him, before finally covering him up.

____________________


It was well after 10:00 a.m. when Matty finally woke
up.  He was lying on his stomach on the couch, wearing
just his briefs, a thin blanket covering the lower
half of his body.

His brain was a fog and it took him several moments to
realize where he was and a few more to realize he was
grinding his crotch into the sofa cushions.

"Unghh... that fuckin' dream..." he moaned as he
rolled over and sat up, the blanket slipping to the
floor.  He slouched back on the couch, sinking into
the deep cushions, his legs spread wide and his
hard-on pushing out the soft white fabric of his
briefs.  His sleep had been full of wild dreams
again... but these were new dreams.  He was on his
back like before, this time on the pool table,
though... Ryan was there... and so was Kyle... And
this time... were they were fucking him?  They were!
They were fucking him!  They were fucking him in the
ass and mouth... and he was getting off on it!?
Wow... what a crazy dream!

He sat up.  Shit, his head hurt.  His ass hurt.  He
didn't realize just how hard he got hit when he
flipped off the Quad yesterday.  His dick felt funny
and he noticed his nipples were tender and red.  What
the hell..?  He thought back to last night... what
happened?  They were playing pool and drinking and
then... the rest was a blur... Nothing.  A total
blank.  Wow... that was the second time he'd lost a
night recently... and both times were with Ryan...

His hand hit brushed against something hard.  There
was something wedged between the cushions.  He pulled
it out:  a bottle of tequila.  Oh yeah, that's
right... they were doing tequila shots last night,
too.  The bottle was empty.  Shit... he hadn't drank
it all... had he?  Fuck, he couldn't remember.  He let
the bottle fall off the couch and clatter to the
floor.

He leaned forward, elbows on knees, and tried to focus
his thoughts once again on the previous night... The
last thing he could remember was sitting on the couch
- just about where he was now - and Ryan was talking
to Kyle about chalking the tip of his stick..  Matty
reached down and grabbed his dick, which for some
reason had started to tingle and twitch in his briefs.
 Awww fuck... that feels good... He shoved his hand
down his briefs and began to massage and squeeze his
dick, working his hand up and down the shaft.
"Mmmmm..."

He stood up and stumbled, nearly falling.  Fuck... he
was still drunk!!  How the hell?!  His foot kicked
something and he looked down as the tequila bottle
went spinning across the room.  The bottle that just
hours earlier had been up his ass, fucking him into a
tequila-laced delirium.  He made his way, unsteadily,
to the bathroom, his hand still in his briefs.  He
fished his erect cock out... shit, why was he so
fucking hard?  He placed his hand on the wall behind
the toilet, and leaned forward heavily, watching the
steady stream of his urine fill and yellow the bowl.

He had a nasty taste in his mouth... morning breath
combined with beer and tequila... pot and... something
else he couldn't place.  He spit into the bowl and
then turned his head and looked in the mirror,
squinting.  There was something at the corners of his
mouth.  He wiped at it with the back of his hand.  It
was sticky to the touch.  He figured it was drool.

He finished pissing and flushed, absently stroking and
working his dick before tucking into his briefs.  Ever
since hitting puberty he'd woken up almost every
morning with a hard-on.  If masturbation was an
Olympic sport, he figured he'd be a gold medalist.  He
looked in the mirror again and smoothed his rumpled
hair into place.  He scratched his balls and grabbed
the washcloth off the rack.  It would make a good cum
rag.

He flipped down the lid of the toilet seat and sat
down heavily, spreading his legs.  He leaned back,
flinching slightly at the cold of the porcelain tank,
and pulled his hard cock out of his briefs.  For being
as drunk as he was, he was surprised he had a hard-on,
but the fucking thing had a mind of its own these
days.

"Mmmmm..." he moaned as he stroked his fist up and
down the length of his shaft.  "Yeah..."  His mind
drifted to Cindy Spencer and then Julie Nardi, the
latest of his many conquests, but thoughts of fucking
one or the other (or both of them) did very little to
heighten his arousal, so he closed his eyes and took a
long, deep breath as he ardently and aggressively
worked his flagpole of a cock.

As the index finger of his other hand strayed
dangerously close to his asshole, one of the dreams
from last night came playing back.  He was on his
back... his taut, athletic body being played with by
hands that expertly teased and titillated him...
Ryan's hands... playing with his nipples, dominating
him, jerking his dick, fingering his ass... Mmmm... oh
yeah... up his ass now... one finger first, and then
two... three... oh yeah... mmmm... more... more, more,
more... four fingers up his ass now... yeah, fucking
him... in and out, in and out... round and around and
around... Oh yes... oh GOD yes..!  His mouth stuffed
with a hard cock, slithering its way deep his
throat... throbbing and pulsing... expanding... going
deeper... the constant dripping lubricating it... And
then his ass... yessss... another cock thrusting up
his tight, aching ass... filling it, exhilarating it,
satisfying it... His body being rocked back and forth
as both his ass and his mouth were fucked long and
hard like... like... like they were pussies... yeah,
pussies... Pussies?  Yeah, his two pussies full of
cock... at the same time... Ohhhhhhh... yessssss...
fuck me... please... please fuck my pussies.... His
body humming like a finely tuned engine as the cock in
his ass raked continuously over that sweet spot that
made his head spin and his balls tingle at the same
time... The cock in his mouth suddenly bursting,
filling his greedy, suctioning mouth with its sweet
load... "Oh God... ohhhhh... fuckkkk... yessss...
unnngghhhh..."

He leaned forward, eyes rolled up, dazed mouth hanging
open, his fist flying up and down his cum-slicked
cock.  Faster, faster, faster!!  His other hand was
buried deep under his balls now, his long index finger
probing his quivering anus... burrowing, rooting,
ferreting... It slipped in easily up to the first
knuckle and then to the second, joined quickly by his
middle finger...

"Unnnggghhhh... fuck... FUCKKKKK!!!!" Matty grunted
loudly as a stream of cum exploded from his dick,
shooting up and splattering him in the face, shocking
him back to the reality of the present.  It was
followed by four more spurts that shot up and covered
his hand.  "Anhh, aannhhhhh... anhhh...annhhhh...
aannnhhhhhh..." he panted as he worked his fist over
the head of his aching dick, extracting every bit of
juice from it.

Oh God... oh fuck... oh fuck... He just got off while
fantasizing about being fucked... by two guys!!  He
looked at his hand.  It was dripping with cum.  He
brought it to his nose and sniffed at it, the heady,
musky scent of his sex wafting up his nostrils,
beckoning to him.  He closed his eyes again, thinking
again of last night's dreams and the rivers of cum
that flowed so freely down his throat... his
cock-sucking throat... He stuck out his tongue...

"Fuck!" he said out loud, jumping to his feet, his
spooge-coated fingertips just millimeters from his
lips.  His body was covered in a thin sheet of sweat
and he was trembling.  He rinsed his hand off and then
wet the washcloth, wiping away the cum from his face,
neck and cock.  "What the fuck is wrong with me?" he
mumbled, tossing the washcloth into the sink.

His dick was still slightly tumid as he snapped his
briefs back up.  Once he rubbed out a load he was
usually good for several hours, but lately - ever
since those dreams started - his boner seemed to
reinvigorate so quickly, refusing to be mollified or
pacified until he tamed it again.  He found himself
hard the better part of the day, often sneaking out to
his truck on his lunch hour, and sometimes again in
the parking lot before happy hour, lowering his jeans
and briefs, vainly attempting to satisfy the urges of
his seemingly unquenchable cock.

He walked out of the bathroom to find his clothes but
the smell of fresh coffee coming from the kitchen
distracted him and he shuffled his way to get a cup.
Yeah, a big jolt of caffeine was just what he needed
to shake away the cobwebs.  And those dreams.  Fuck,
what was his problem?  Up until a couple of weeks ago
he'd never had a queer thought in his life and now
here he was walking around like some horny,
cock-hungry faggot, dreaming about getting his fudge
packed and being forced to suck cock... And just now
he'd fingered himself to one of his biggest cums
ever!!

As he filled the waiting mug he saw Ryan and Kyle
sitting on the deck, huddled together, talking.  He
grabbed the mug and, without bothering to get dressed,
pushed open the door and stepped onto the deck.

Kyle's head shot up, a look of fear and surprise in
his eyes.  Ryan turned his head, slowly looking Matty
up and down, a sly, smug grin spreading across his
face as he noticed Matty's tented briefs.  "Mornin'
Sunshine," he nodded, raising his cup.  "You look like
shit."

Matty took a sip of his coffee and shook his head,
oblivious to where Ryan's gaze had just been.
"Uggghhh," he grumbled, his voice low and gravelly.
"I feel like shit," He leaned against the deck
railing, his balls fattening and his erection
beginning to snake upward and to the left, straining
at the soft white cotton of his briefs.  "I think I'm
still drunk."

Ryan turned back to Kyle and winked.  "Well, you drank
a lot last night," he said, looking back at Matty.  He
elbowed Kyle.

"Yeah," Kyle chimed in, nodding animatedly.  "You
finished off that bottle of tequila."

"Shit... no wonder," Matty muttered, raising his cup
to his lips.  "Fuckin' tequila."

"How's your ass feel?" Ryan asked, probing.

"What...?!" Matty sputtered, coffee spraying from his
mouth and spattering Ryan.  "What the fuck did you
say?"

"Dude... say it, don't spray it," Ryan laughed, wiping
his arm off.  "Your ass... you said you got thrown off
your Quad yesterday..."

"Oh... yeah... shit... I told you about that, huh?"
Matty said shaking his head, his eyes focused on the
contents of his cup as he took another drink.  Why was
he getting so bent out of shape? "Sorry man... I
must've been really fucked up 'cause I don't remember
a thing."

Ryan and Kyle were silent.  Matty waited a moment and
then looked up over the rim of the mug.  "What...?
Hey, I didn't do anything stupid last night, did I?"
he asked, his eyes flashing from Ryan to Kyle and then
back to Ryan, searching for a clue.  "Come on, guys...
I mean... how drunk was I?"

Ryan thought for a moment, wondering just how far he
could push Matty.  "I dunno..." he smirked, a knowing
look on his face.  "You tell me."

Matty wasn't sure how to react to that statement so he
just gave Ryan a long, even stare.  When Ryan didn't
flinch, Matty found himself going on the defensive,
standing up straighter and thrusting out his chest.
"What's that look for?  And what the fuck's 'you tell
me' supposed to mean?"

Ryan didn't respond.  He stood up and stretched,
arching his back, his t-shirt riding up and exposing
his tanned belly and the waistband of his briefs.  The
white Calvin Klein briefs he'd found in Matty's gym
bag earlier.

Matty glanced down as Ryan stretched, his eyes
catching a glimpse of the waistband of his underwear.
Calvin Klein... wait... CKs?  Was that HIS underwear
Ryan was wearing?  Why was Ryan wearing his underwear?
 What the hell happened last night?  He stared a
moment too long and realized he'd been caught.  He
looked up quickly to see Ryan giving him a little
wink.

Yes! Ryan rejoiced silently.  Matty checked him out...
noticed him wearing his underwear.  He was convinced
Matty didn't know what the fuck happened last night
but was thinking maybe something did... that maybe in
his drunken condition he'd crossed a line... but
didn't know just how far... He had him right where he
wanted him - the big doof was totally confused - and
now he just needed to reel him in.

Ryan stepped closer and shrugged his shoulders.  "Like
I said... you tell me..." he said, his voice level and
toneless as he returned Matty's glare.  "How drunk
'were' you last night, Matty?"

Matty thought back again... the dreams... oh
shit...DID something happen last night?  He blushed.
No... those were just dreams.  Weren't they?  Of
fuck... how drunk 'was' I?  He looked down at Ryan's
crotch again and licked his lips.  What the fuck?  His
face flushed crimson and his left hand dropped down to
cover his bulging crotch.

Ryan glanced down at Matty's briefs, strangled with
his erection, and then back to his face.  Another
smirk.  "Nice tighties... but what's up with the
boner?"

Matty didn't reply, his face further reddening as he
nervously shifted his weight.

Ryan saw the conflicted look on Matty's face and
inched forward.  "Is there something I should know?"
he asked innocently.  "Something you wanna tell me?"
He reached out and tweaked Matty's nipple.

Matty jumped in surprise.  His eyes widened and his
mouth fell open but nothing came out.  Kyle stood up
and slowly backed away.  He stumbled down the steps
and practically ran around the corner of the cabin,
safely out of site.

Ryan plucked Matty's other nipple, his eyes glancing
down to Matty's crotch again.  Even with his hand
covering it, there was an obvious twitch in his
briefs.  Matty was speechless, frozen.

"You like that, queerboy?" Ryan asked boldly, pinching
Matty's erect tit.

"Wh... what did you call me?" Matty rasped, his voice
catching.  A succession of images shuffled through his
mind... on his back with his legs up... ass being
plowed while hungrily sucking cock... begging to be
fucked... no... begging?  Really?  What the fuck was
happening?  A look of fear flickered in his eyes.  It
was only momentary, but still long enough for Ryan to
pick up on it.

"You heard me," Ryan replied, edging forward, his eyes
locked with Matty's.  "Queerboy."

Matty took a half step forward and found himself up
against the railing of the deck.  He threw out his
chest again. "I don't know what the fuck you're
talking about," he said, unconvincingly.

Ryan brushed the pad of his thumb across his nipple
again.  Another shudder.  Another lurch in his briefs.
 "Wow dude, that's freaky," he taunted, still
smirking.  "You like it when your titties get tugged,
huh?"

"Onnnhhh... unnngghhhh..." Matty groaned softly,
helplessly, slowly sliding along the railing, moving
away as Ryan continued to flick and pinch his nipples,
the hand covering his crotch now groping it instead.
He suddenly found himself pinned against the side of
the house... nowhere to go.  His hand dropped away
from his crotch and the wet spot that had formed.

One hand still on Matty's tits, Ryan reached down and
brazenly cupped Matty's bulge, smiling impishly as he
gave it a pat and a playful squeeze.  "How about
this?"

"Mmmmm... ngghhhhhh..." Matty felt his knees weaken
and nearly buckle as Ryan openly and aggressively
fondled him, jerking his dick and flicking his tits,
laughing like it was some game.  Suddenly his body
convulsed and he dropped his mug of coffee.  It hit
the cedar deck and bounced twice before shattering
into pieces.  His body reflexively hunched and
twisted, his knee shot up and his breath caught in his
throat, as his cock erupted in six quick staccato
shots, filling his briefs with a load of warm, sticky
cum.  His second of the morning.

"Arrgghhh..." he choked and gasped, shocked and
humiliated at his body's betrayal.  He spun away
quickly, arms flailing, stumbling backward as he
crashed through the door and into the kitchen, hoping
like hell Ryan hadn't noticed the huge wet spot
soaking the front of his briefs.

End of Part 2

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