THE GENTLEMEN'S CLUB
Ricardo

Written by Lady Poetess
egiggles at moose-mail.com
http://www.asstr.org/~bbp

Please do not reproduce on any website without permission. This
story has no resemblance to anyone dead or alive.


ONE

The man was so beautiful that he had to make the deities ache in
envy. Tall, bronzed, the man was perfect in his musculature. He
was flawless from his proud aristocratic face to his corrugated
washboard stomach, his beauty marred only by a pair of cutoffs
that barely concealed the prodigious bulge of his erection. Which
was soon discarded as the man stood before the woman on the yacht
and insolently unzipped himself. The woman gasped at the sight of
the thick and virile cock standing up proud and tall from amidst
thick dark gold furs, the wide blood-engorged tip throbbing an
invitation no one could resist. She couldn't - she had to fall on
her knees to worship this Adonis.

Ricardo Meneses put down his binoculars, unable to bear watching
some stranger having the privilege to touch Ian Lawless while he
could only dream. He had watched before and realized that it hurt
him more than it thrilled him to revel in the sight of Ian's
luscious and tight buttocks clenching with each powerful thrust
into his lovers. Rick could spend the rest of the night writhing
in desire that burned so hot he thought he would explode into
flames. His hands would try to ease the fire by pounding on his
cock or shoving his five fingers up his ass to the knuckles, but
it was to no avail.

Alone in his room at the beachfront marina, he lay down, nude, on
the bed and absently caressed his erection as he thought of Ian.
Funny how it was only last month that Rick was playing the piano
at some sleazy bar when Charles Lawless approached him and struck
up conversation. Rick was used to being approached and Charles was
just like everyone else. First there would be nervous conversation
("Nice jacket, my son went to NYU like you too!"), then Charles
would look around nervously before Rick cut the chase and told the
man the price the man would have to pay. Two hours later, Charles
was moaning in satisfaction as Rick came hard in his ass. Charles
spoke of his frustrated desires, of how his wife failed to satisfy
him in ways that really mattered, and Rick pretended to be
concerned as he pocketed the two hundred dollars Charles put at
the bedside table. Then Charles asked Rick whether Rick knew his
son Ian. Rick said yes even though he had no idea who Ian was,
much less went to NYU. Soon Rick managed to get Charles to talk
about Ian and Rick improvised, bullshitting like the pro he was
until Charles was convinced that Rick was Ian's classmate that had
fallen on hard times. Charles offered Ian a five thousand dollar
fee if Rick could go to the provincial island of Charn S'dio and
persuade Ian to come home.

Ian Lawless was a spoiled young man estranged from his parents.
His parents couldn't control him because his late grandfather left
him a fortune that allowed him to sever his ties with his parents.
Charles hoped that Ian would be persuaded to come back so that
father and son could mend their fences. Rick didn't care about the
problems in the Lawless clan, but the moment he set eyes on Ian,
all coherent thought and reason fled his mind, leaving only
scorching desire. He wanted Ian bad. Rick knew he wasn't the kind
of man Ian wanted. Hell, he wasn't the correct sex - Ian, from
what Rick saw, was exclusively heterosexual. Rick, however, was a
man with no scruples or conscience. He wanted Ian and he would do
anything to have that man. But first, he had to become Ian's
friend.

He looked at the mirror. He wasn't a handsome man, but that didn't
mean he wasn't attractive. His lips were thick but they had been
described as sensual. His nose was broken from a fight with his
father when he was younger, but he had heard that it gave him an
air of danger that his lovers liked. He sat up and walked to the
mirror and looked down at himself. His nearly hairless body was
well-muscled, thanks to his strict regime at the gym and the diet
and exercise tips he got from old copies of men's magazines he
found during his daily rounds as a garbage collector. Rick's eyes
went down to the reflection of his cock. Erect, it was eight
inches long, an impressive length, and his balls hung low and
heavy with his fuck juices. He was an attractive man.

Rick threw himself back onto his bed. After he'd jerked off for
the last time that night, he lay back on the bed, still vaguely
unsatisfied with his orgasm, and slowly plotted on how he would
introduce himself to Ian the next day. Soon his thoughts slowed as
sleep gradually took over, and he slept the restless slumber of a
man tormented by dark demons of obsession and desire.



"Ian Lawless? Is that you? Fancy meeting you here!" Rick extended
his hand as he flashed his harmless and sweet kid smile. "I'm Rick
Meneses, I was in your class of 1998."

The woman lying on the bench beside Ian - a different woman from
the woman on the yacht, Rick noted - looked up and gave him an
appreciative grin. Rick winked at her, secure in his knowledge
that he looked fucking gorgeous in his low-cut emerald swimtrunks.
Ian just lay there, his eyes hidden by dark shades, an indecently
good-looking hunk in conservative swim shorts. "I don't remember
you," Ian said without moving, his sexy baritone devoid of
emotion. "Then again, I don't remember anybody. They are the ones
that always remember me." Then he removed his shades and Rick
almost fell onto his ass on the sand because his knees trembled as
he looked into those unbelievably bright and penetrating blue
eyes. "What the hell do you want?" Ian asked.

"Nothing, really. I just thought I'd say hi," Rick said, making to
walk away.

"Hey, wait up."

Rick stopped and turned to look at Ian obligingly. Ian sat up and
gestured at Rick to come closer to him. Rick deliberately stayed
where he was. Ian made his insolent gesture again and the woman
beside him giggled when Rick just gave him a dumb expression.

"What's your name again? Rocky?" Ian asked in a mocking drawl.

"Rick will do," Rick answered.

"Come down to my yacht tonight at seven. I'm throwing a party.
Let's get acquainted again." Ian put back his shades and nodded
dismissively at Rick.

Rick knew that Ian would be arrogant. Rich handsome men like Ian
knew they were better than other mere mortals. Rick had dealt with
men like him before though and he had made them want him so badly
that they offered everything they had to him, just before he
rejected them out of spite. Ian would be no problem for him. He
would seduce Ian, have the man begging for more, and when Rick had
exorcised his lust for Ian as well as his bitter envy at the man's
wealth, looks, and charisma, he would walk away from Ian like he
always did to those other clients of his whose hearts he
deliberately crushed in the past.

He was looking forward to seven o' clock.



TWO

Ian Lawless looked simultaneously dissipated and suave in his
rumpled shirt and dark trousers, the first few buttons of his
shirt carelessly unfastened. "Enjoying yourself?" he asked in that
insolent tone of his as he walked into the room and shut the door
behind him. "I'm crushed. Everyone's having fun and you're not...
buddy."

Rick made a show of closing the book he was browsing and looked
slowly at Ian from shoe to head. His nostrils flared as he caught
the unmistakable scent of sex wafting from the man standing too
close before him. No doubt Ian had carelessly coupled with one of
his female guests, maybe more than one, before stumbling into this
room.

Was he drunk?

No, Ian was definitely sober. He placed his right palm against the
glass panel of the bookshelf and leaned forward, looking at the
book that he picked out of Rick's hands. "No wonder I don't
remember you at all. I don't have any bookworm friends."

"Do I look like a bookworm?" Rick asked, fighting the urge to
touch any part of the other man. Oh, he had never been this
tempted before. The fever of his lust was sending every nerve end
in his body on fire. He clenched his hands to stop them from
tearing at his clothes or Ian's, but damn, he was on fire like
never before. He had to lift one knee so that his erection wasn't
so visible to Ian.

"No, you look like a low-educated, ill-bred freak. I don't have
friends like you - I hire people like you to clean my house."

Any other men that said that to Rick would be hurt very badly.
Rick filed this insult in his memory. Ian would pay for this
remark, but later. To Ian, he ducked under Ian's arm and walked
away.

"I don't fucking understand you," Ian exclaimed, reaching out and
roughly grabbing Rick's arm.

"Let go of me," Rick said quietly.

"Yeah? You're going to hit me?" Ian asked, goading him.

Rick shrugged. "Is that what you want me to do? You must be bored.
You invited me to your party to ignore me, you tried to make a
laughingstock among your friends, and now you're doing this. Do
you really want me to lose my temper?"

"You're a strange freak, man," Ian said, letting go of the other
man's arm.

"No, I just know men like you too well. You're bored."

"Oh? And what do a freak like you know about me?"

Rick sat down on the couch and studied Ian. "You're bored. You
need someone to share your good times and bad times with. Someone
that also won't bother you with the messier emotional
entanglements of friendship. A fuck buddy without the fucking, if
you will. I can be that man. Let me be your friend."

Ian laughed, a rude sound. "You're mad. You have guts, I'll give
you that, but you're fucking mad." He started to walk to the door,
only to stop and rake his fingers through his hair. "You are mad,"
he repeated, turning to scowl at Rick. "Oh fuck," he muttered,
"fuck, fuck, fuck!" He turned and threw himself down on the couch
beside Rick. "This room is quiet," he said finally.

Rick smiled and nodded.

"Tomorrow I'm biking across the island. Just me. Maybe you can
come along too."

"What happened to the sex and drugs?"

"I don't do drugs. As for sex, well, I can go without sex for a
few days. How about you?" Ian asked.

"I'm sure that will be no problem."

"So be it then, friend," Ian said, his tone anything but
respectful. Nonetheless, he not only remained in the room, he
placed his left arm across Rick's shoulder. This was a man that
was comfortable with touching other people, men or women. Rick
briefly closed his eyes as his body almost betrayed him at that
touch. This might be harder than he expected. "When did you first
start to fuck?" Ian asked.

Rick laughed. "Is that your idea of a conversation opener?"

Ian shrugged. "Why not? What do you want to talk about."

Rick's crooked grin was on full force now, too bad it was wasted
on a straight man unable to appreciate the effect. "Thirteen," he
said.

"You're kidding!" Ian exclaimed. "I couldn't stand girls when I
was that age."

"I was thirteen, there was this girl staying next door to me, and
we had been playing doctor games since we were younger. It sort of
happened," Rick said. "We did it as often as we could until she
moved away."

"Damn. You beat me by two years."

"I think you'll beat me when it comes to the number of your
conquests."

"True."

They sat there in silence. But it was too quiet for Ian, for he
soon broke the silence. "Did you really go to NYU?"

"No." Rick told Ian about how he lied to Charles, which had Ian
laughing in appreciation. He also deliberately let Ian know that
he was a hustler and that he had slept with Ian's father. "If you
need to have an upper hand over him," Rick told a stunned Ian that
was no longer laughing, "tell him that you will get me to talk to
his wife."

"Are you gay?" Ian asked.

"I enjoy fucking both men and women. Maybe I'm bisexual," Rick
said.

Ian moved an inch away from Rick. "You're not fucking me in the
ass, so forget it."

"If we do fuck, you'll be wanting it as much as I do." Rick
deliberately closed the space between them. "Relax, Ian. Are you
afraid that you can't handle me? I have never slept with an
unwilling partner, and I don't intend to start with you." A
thought occurred to him. "You've never had a gay experience
before?"

"I went to a boarding school but I beat the crap out of those kids
that tried to make a bitch out of me," Ian told him. He scowled at
Ian, probably struggling with his unease at Rick's sexuality that
warred with his arrogance that demanded that he prove to them both
that he could handle Rick's presence in his life. Arrogance
triumphed, for he relaxed and let his arm rest once more on Rick's
shoulder. "Here's to friendship, for what it's worth," he said,
offering his other hand.

Rick took it. "I hope you can keep up with me," he said with a
chuckle.

"Hah!" Ian stood up and pulled Rick to his feet. "Come on, I'll
introduce you to my friends outside. This time for real."




THREE

"Cheers," Ian said as he gently clinked his glass against Rick's.
"To my buddy, Rick, may he get his million dollars before he hit
thirty." He took a sip of the 1904 Bordeaux. "Happy birthday,
Rick," he said in a gentler tone free from mockery.

Rick tried to tamper his smile. The last three weeks with Ian
was... well, he couldn't describe it. Ian wasn't Ian. Or rather,
Rick realized soon enough early in their relationship how he had
severely underestimated Ian.

Ian's first agenda was to take Rick shopping in a quick trip to
Paris via his private plane. Rick was used to being treated like a
pet monkey by rich men and he was expecting this. Ian carelessly
wasted almost fifty thousand dollars in designer labels for Rick
as well as a gold Rolex watch, a callous use of money that made
even Rick felt vaguely guilty. He surreptitiously placed a hundred
dollar bill into the hands of a homeless man as they walked along
the street. Then it was back to Charn S'dio and for Ian's biking
trip around the island. Rick plied Ian with his best friend act,
knowing very well that someone like Ian needed a listening ear, a
punching bag, and a doormat. He let Ian push him around and fought
back just enough to kept Ian from getting bored with him. He let
Ian dress him up and parade him around his friends and Rick amused
Ian by getting along well with his fairweather friends. Soon Ian
was using Rick to cover for him as he juggles between his many
girlfriends while asking Rick to tell him more about himself. Rick
even seduced a few of them so that Ian could "catch" them in
action and dump the women with as little fuss as possible. It
occurred to Rick that Ian, for all his wealth, was no more mature
than a spoiled kid.

Ian seemed fascinated with Rick using sex to make money. He even
asked Rick whether he should try getting people to pay him for
sex, and laughed when Rick told him that he was too delicate for
the rough world of hustling.

And now they were celebrating Rick's birthday. Amazing. Rick had
never actually celebrated his birthdays before, much less having
someone to celebrate it with, and to his dismay, it was harder for
him each day to remember that he was just an amusing distraction
for Ian. Ian was so good at making Rick believe that that the man
cared for Rick with his careless indulgence of Rick's whims. If
Rick looked twice at a watch or a pair of diamond cuffs, Ian would
buy them for Rick without a heartbeat's hesitation. Ian would tilt
his head in that inimitable way of his with an infectious twinkle
in his eyes as he listened to Rick and he would laugh freely, his
head tilted back, as if Rick was the only one that could make him
laugh so exuberantly. Ian was an expert in planting the seeds in
his victims' minds that he cared for them as much as they would
slowly care for him. Rick had to remind himself that this - Ian
and he - was not real during every time he found his heart's
resistance melting slowly as Ian chipped away at his defenses. But
it was sometimes so hard to be strong.

Ian was sitting in the hot water tub on his yacht, the waters not
hiding his fleshy cock from Rick's hungry gaze. Rick sat at the
rim, still fully clothed in T-shirt and jeans, as he shared the
drink with his false friend. The day was still young but Ian never
waited for the right time of day to drink. Rick watched under
hooded lids at Ian's naked physique. He had to battle his constant
lust every day and it was also wearing down his defenses. He
sighed and tipped the rest of his wine into the tub. "Can I join
you?" he asked.

Ian studied him, his expression inscrutable. "Help yourself," he
said finally, sitting up to make some space in the tiny tub for
Rick.

Rick slowly pulled his shirt off, knowing full well that his
muscles rippled impressively with his action. He threw the shirt
off and flexed his arms, letting his chest and stomach muscles
ripple for Ian to enjoy the sight. He then unzipped his jeans and
lifted each leg one by one to pull his jeans off. His erection
sprang out, free from the confines of his jeans, to slap against
his stomach, sending a thin spray of precum to splatter onto his
washboard abs. Rick sat on the rim of the tub, deliberately
keeping his legs apart so that his the tip of erect cock was just
an inch away from Ian's mouth. He stayed in that position for two
seconds, enough for Ian to part his lips slightly in a dazed
expression, before sitting down into the tub. The water level
reached the middle of their chest, but not enough to hide Rick's
erection from Ian's gaze. And Rick let his lower legs lay over
Ian's hairy and well-muscled thighs so that they were face to face
and their nude bodies touching each other to the point that they
only had to move forward a little... if they wanted to. And Rick
wanted to so badly.

"Not bad," Ian said finally, deliberately keeping his eyes on
Rick's placid face. "I can see why you're so successful at
hustling. Are you having a hard-on for me?"

"You're a beautiful man," Rick said simply. "I'd be dead not to
desire you. But as I've said, I won't do anything if you don't
want me to."

"Right," Ian said, but he relaxed noticeably at Rick's words,
easing his legs so that Rick could entwine his legs with his even
more.

"You trust me on this," Rick remarked with a questioning lift of
his brow.

"I don't usually trust anyone," Ian said. "But yeah, I think I can
trust you," he said finally. "I've never have a friend before. I
mean, I have friends, yeah, but not someone like you. I can talk
to you. You make me laugh and you are so different... you don't
talk bullshit to me. I like you, Rick." He chuckled. "You're a
lucky man, because I don't like people, usually. Be nice to me and
I'll make it worth your time to keep being my friend."

Rick smiled, tampering his triumph. Winning over Ian was easier
than he expected - like all spoiled rich brats, Ian was a lonely
man very susceptible to the first person that offered him what he
didn't know he wanted while not indulge his bullshit. Ian wanted
friendship, someone to rely on and to talk to, someone that
listened and be there when he needed help and strength, but Ian
didn't know that, and he probably didn't fully know even as he
gradually allowed Rick to become more important to him.

"I'm going to give you a great birthday gift," Ian said.

"I can't wait," Rick said in all honesty. "You've been too
generous with me."

"Don't beat yourself over it. You've told me that I always take
back twice as much as I give."

Ah yes, Rick told Ian that after Rick had abetted Ian in getting
rid of some local girl that had become unreasonably infatuated
with her seducer. "I'm surprised you remember," Rick said. "You
were shouting at me to shut the fuck up and stop nagging you like
your father."

"I remember everything you told me," Ian said, startling Rick into
silence. "I remember every bad joke you cracked and I can recall
verbatim every conversation we've had for the last few weeks. I
have a good memory, Rick. I will never forget what people said or
did to me."

"That sounds like a warning."

Ian smiled coldly. "Treat me well, Rick, and I'll make you happy.
But if you betray me... well, you know more than anyone else how I
can hurt you back twice for every hurt you cause me." Abruptly, he
moved forward, gripping the edge of the tub so that his arms were
at each side of Rick's head. Ian bent forward until their lips
almost touched and Rick could feel the man's warm breath on his
lips. "I never wanted a friend but it looks like I've got one now.
And damn you, Rick, you'd better be good or I'll crush you like
the bug you are."

Rick grinned. "You don't scare me, Ian. You don't have to
intimidate me into being your friend. Haven't I proven myself to
you? I would do anything for you - lie, cheat, betray, anything. I
seduced your pregnant girlfriend so that you can dump her, and I
have no remorse from that experience. What does that tell you? We
are alike, you and me. No guilt, no conscience, just you and me
telling the world to go to hell while we abuse it cheerfully."

"I like the way you talk. I've never had a friend or a brother
even, and you're making me mad at my parents for not giving me one
earlier." Ian then shocked Rick again, this time by pressing his
lips firmly against Rick's in a kiss before sitting back. "I think
I can call you my friend, Rick, am I right?"

"Absolutely."

"You'll do anything I want you to?"

"Yes." Rick swallowed the nervousness he hated to admit he was
feeling. "You know I desire you. I am slowly falling in love with
you." He hoped he was lying as much as he thought he was. "I will
do anything for you."

"Love, friendship, and desire, huh?" Ian seemed more amused than
unnerved by the idea that Rick wanted him. Hell, he seemed to be
enjoying the idea of Rick enslaved to him by Rick's unrequited
emotions. "Yes, I really like that." He reached for his half-empty
glass of Bordeaux that he had set aside earlier. He took a sip and
licked his lips appreciatively. He gazed down at Rick's lower
body. "Take care of that," he said. "It's distracting me."

Rick didn't pretend to misunderstand. He boldly reached down with
his right hand and let his fingers grip his cock. Slowly, he began
stroking it. Ian didn't take his eyes off as Rick briskly jerked
himself off until he gasped and threw his head back as his cock
exploded, sending powerful ropes of semen to burst forth from his
slit. As he tried to steady his breathing, he watched as his come
swam in the water, slowly moving in eight or nine creamy gel-like
swirls towards Ian. He waited for Ian's reaction. Ian just sat
there, watching Rick's sperm gently floating towards him. He
didn't move as the swirls reached him. Rick's still hard cock
pulsed at the sight of his come slowly becoming entangled in Ian's
thick pubic fur. "Oh shit!" Rick cried out as he gave his cock a
few quick strokes and shot another huge load into the water.

Ian finally stood up and climbed out of the tub. He just reached
out and rumpled Rick's hair before standing up and reaching for
his towel. "Get dressed," he said. "I have plans for us for the
rest of the day."

Still breathing heavily, Rick could only nod and watched the
bounce of Ian's taut buttocks as the other man walked away to get
dressed. What the fuck had just happened between them?




FOUR

Ian and Rick had fast became an "item" among Ian's acquaintances,
with the others accepting Rick into their midst because Ian had
decreed them to do so. It didn't take long however before Rick
became infamous in his own right as Ian's equally hard-partying
good friend. He soon proved to be as good in bed as Ian, and if he
was a poor man's alternative to Ian, they never revealed their
thoughts as they let Rick charm and fuck them as often as they let
Ian do the same to them. Unlike Ian, Rick didn't limit his stud
service to the women alone. This drew some speculations about
Rick's relationship with Ian, especially when Ian didn't shy away
from putting his arm around Rick's shoulder or an arm around the
man's waist when they made their rounds of debauchery. Ian must
have heard the talks but he seemed to find them more amusing than
offensive.

"Why the fuck should I be mad?" he told Rick when Rick broached
the subject. "If I enjoy fucking men, I'd do it myself. I have
nothing against what you do with the guys out there. Why should I
get mad?"

Rick boldly placed his hand on Ian's hairy chest. "You don't even
want to try it once just to see what it's like?"

Ian placed his hand over Rick's and lifted it off his chest. "No,"
he said simply.

Tonight was Rick's birthday and Ian had threw a party on the local
club for Rick. Music, drugs, and alcohol flowed freely just like
they always did in Ian's parties, although both men didn't touch
any of the pills and cocaine making the rounds. To forget Ian
temporarily, Rick decided to work his charm on two men that seemed
willing to enjoy a threesome with him. He was about to suggest
that they all retreat to Ian's yacht for some privacy when Ian
tapped on his shoulder. Ian had, as always, a beautiful feel-good
time woman by his side.

"Say hi to Marla," he told Rick. "She's going to be our birthday
present."

Rick blinked, unsure that he'd heard right.

"Don't be daft, buddy. Come on. You and me and Marla. My yacht.
Now," Ian growled impatiently.

Rick made his apologies to the two disappointed men as Ian grabbed
him by his muscle-tee front and pulled him to come along. His
blood was already humming. He and Ian? This would be interesting.



Marla was a stripper. However, she was already very drunk when Ian
asked her to dance. Her movements were awkward, but the undulation
of her magnificent body made grace unnecessary. By the time she
rolled the dress down to expose her breasts, Ian was pounding his
cock with a steady pumping that tugged his balls upward with each
pull on the engorged shaft. He stared hungrily at the lush mounds
with their distended nipples thrusting out from the brown aureoles
like pointing fingers.

Marla worked her hips in a savage grinding as she slid the dress
downward over her rounded belly, baring the blonde curls of her
thick bush and the beauty of her exquisitely curved thighs. Ian
gave a little groan at his first sight of her inviting cunt, and
his prick emitted a glob of come when she stepped out of the
dress, the motion parting her thighs and revealing the deep red
slash of her pussy.

"Straddle him, Marla," Rick ordered from where he was standing
behind the seated Ian. "Give him a good view of that gash, baby."

Still working her hips in rhythm with the beat of the record,
Marla stepped one foot across Ian's thighs, spreading her legs far
apart and continuing that pelvic thrusting with each throb of the
bass beat. The lips of her exposed pussy slid back and forth, one
against the other, as she twisted her hips fluidly, her breasts
rolling and quivering with the erotic hunches. Ian's body was
jerking between her feet, his heels digging into the rug, and his
ass pushing up to augment the pleasure of his pounding fist. More
of the clear precome had oozed from the slitted knob of his prick,
and the head was wet and slippery as he capped and uncapped its
purple swelling with his steady frigging.

"Christ!" Ian exclaimed, his face working with the increasing
pleasure of his masturbatory caress. "I'm about to come!"

Marla bent her knees, to permit a more savage writhing of her busy
hips. Her thighs spread farther apart, and the lips of her cunt
opened to reveal the juicy vaginal entrance, the soft folds
glistening and quivering with her pelvic thrusts. She splayed her
fingers over the swaying mounds of her big tits, letting the erect
nipples poke spongy tips between them. "It's all right, baby!" she
crooned, staring down at the man's rearing cockhead, and the
furious action of his encircling fist. "Just pretend you're
shooting it right in here!" She slammed her hips forward to shove
her wet pussy into greater prominence.

Rick had risen from his chair, his own cock fully hard with
excitement, and he moved to a position just behind the woman's
gyrating ass. Stepping astride the man's legs, he bent to fit his
huge prick between Marla's thighs. "Watch this, Ian," he said,
pressing the head of his cock into her labial groove, nuzzling the
shivering lips with the purple glans. "Like she said, pretend this
is your dick."

Effortlessly, his hips eased forward, and the cock slid up into
Marla's pussy, stretching the slippery entrance into a taut circle
with its girth. The woman's body jerked at the sudden entrance,
but her ass continued its delightful grinding, screwing her eager
cunt onto the thick shaft of Rick's prick. Ian stared in
fascination as his friend's cock slowly disappeared inside the
straining circle, only to reappear with its sides coated and slick
with the woman's vaginal juices. He found that his hand, fingers
wrapped tightly about his own throbbing pole, was matching the
strokes of that other cock. As Rick drove his prick into Marla's
slit, Ian's fist tugged the foreskin down his cock, exposing the
engorged crown. Then, as the other tool drew its thick bulk out of
the slippery sheath, Ian's hand moved upward to cap the head of
his fuckpole.

His prick securely lodged in Marla's responsive quim, Rick wrapped
both arms about her and cupped her tits with his big hands,
kneading them as he stroked in and out, his belly slapping
rhythmically against her writhing ass. Over her shoulder, he
grinned at his friend. "You ought to try this pussy, Ian!" he
said. "She really knows how to use it!"

"Son of a bitch!" was the pained reply. Ian's fist moved faster,
and his hips leaped upward, trembling and heaving. His come
spurted high in the air, splashing Rick's balls and the well-
stretched lips of Marla's snatch. The second blast splattered
against her trembling thigh, trickling downward as Rick continued
his deep thrusts, making her legs shake with the repeated fillings
of her eager cunt. The weaker spurts arced above Ian's cock and
fell back onto his heaving stomach, puddling in his deep-set navel
and clinging to the light gold trail of hair that extended upward
from his spitting prick. With a groan, Ian lay back on the carpet,
his arms falling to either side of his naked body, his tool still
dribbling a trace of his violent orgasm from its lust-widened
slit.

"Now, look what you've done, Marla!" Rick murmured in the woman's
ear. "You'll have to clean it up, you know."

"How?" was the hesitant response. Marla was on the verge of
orgasm, and her ass bucked lustily to aid the powerful thrusts of
Rick's cock. She gasped a startled protest when the huge cock
tugged itself from the eager depths of her slavering cunt.

"Mop it up with your cunt," Rick chuckled. "Just don't let him
stick that cock in you. You can rub him off, if you want to. But
don't let him put it in."

Ian groaned as the woman lowered that juicy cleft over his still-
erect prick, dropping to her knees astride his hips, and resting
her hands, palms-down, on his chest. She looked directly into his
widened eyes as she dragged her dripping cunt lips upward from the
base of his cock to the slippery knob. He gave a convulsive
shudder, and his hands flashed to her waist, trying to guide her
hips backward and effect an entry with his swollen joint.

Deftly, Marla evaded him, and his cock snapped upward through her
anal cleft as she dropped her hairy snatch to his belly, working
her hips to scrub the blonde curls through his puddled semen.

Still holding his eyes with hers, she whispered, "Would you really
like to put it in me, Ian?"

"Oh God, yes!" was Ian's reply. "Fuck you, bitch. Let me fuck your
hot honeyed cunt!"

"It's all right, baby!" she soothed him. "You will get your
chance."

Kneeling astride Ian's legs, Rick observed the caress of her juicy
labia as it rubbed a wet circle on the man's belly. He grinned at
the tortured expression on his friend's face.

"Fit your pussy against his prick, Marla," he suggested. "Don't
let it slip in - just press down on it. Teach that arrogant son of
a bitch some manners."

Marla giggled. Her hips lifted again, and her ass cheeks pushed
back against Rick's stiff prick as she dropped them down to force
Ian's cock upward, then down again tight against his belly, its
engorged shaft caught between her flexing cuntal lips.

"Oh, damn!" was Ian's cry of pleasure. Not only a hot pussy
massaging his pick, but Marla's fingers were teasing the sensitive
nipples of his firm pectorals. As her hips moved back and forth,
her wet pubic hair caressed the head of his cock with a feathery
touch that made his ass buck wildly on the thick rug.

"Now, Marla," Rick exclaimed. "Let's give old Ian a real thrill!"

Carefully, he gripped his prick and steered it into the small
space between Marla's ass and Ian's balls, feeling the woman ease
her downward pressure as she realized his intention. Slowly,
savoring the strange sensations aroused by the unusual contact, he
forced the bulging knob between her perineum and the throbbing
bulk of Ian's cock.

"Jesus!" Ian gurgled. "What are you doing?"

"Relax, my friend," Rick answered with a laugh. "You popped off
just watching Marla get screwed. Now I'm gonna let you feel her
taking this cock of mine!"

With a little upward pressure of his fingers on his cock, Rick
guided the head into the greedy mouth of Marla's snatch, driving
up through the spasming sheath until his belly was jammed against
her bottom, and his balls rolled over Ian's elevated scrotum. He
encircled her waist with both arms, trapping Ian's fingers with
his embrace, and began a rhythmic stroking, sliding his prick
almost out of the clutching folds of her cunt, then forcing it in
again to be squeezed and caressed by her churning vagina. Marla
came almost immediately, her ass twisting and jerking with the
force of her orgasmic spasms, and cuntal juice dribbled out about
the prick that continued its delightful plumbing of her clenching
pussy. The overflow of slippery cream bathed the cock that
throbbed beneath the two organs, creating an oily pathway for the
huge cylinder that slid back and forth with gathering speed.

For Ian, the pleasure was becoming more intense. The cunt juice
made his cock shift from side to side as Rick's prick raced over
it, and his sensitive glans rolled in Marla's thick muff, massaged
by her pelvic gyrations. By lifting his head, he could see that
slick column driving in and out, and witness that fierce pistoning
of his own cock. It was incredibly good, and getting better. He
could add to the pleasure by shoving his hips upward each time
Rick hunched into the straining circle of dripping pink pussy, and
he could almost imagine it was his prick, rather than Rick's,
filling and stretching the grinding cunt.

Rick's voice was hoarse with lust as he demanded, "Tell Ian how
much you like my dick, Marla!"

The woman's eyes were glazed, and a dribble of saliva escaped her
lips as she groaned, "I love it, damn you! It's terrible! But I
love it!"

"Lean over a little more," Rick urged her. "Let Ian lick your
tits!"

Whimpering, she obeyed, arching her torso until the distended
nipples hung just above Ian's parted lips. With a little cry of
excitement, the man fastened his mouth around one of the succulent
fingers, and Marla gasped at the furious suction as his tongue
flayed the spongy flesh.

Rick worked harder, slamming his prick up into her belly with
savage thrusts that rocked her body, and he felt Ian's cock jerk
in sync against the base of his almost-hilted shaft each time the
head bored deep into the torrid embrace of writhing tissue.
Faster, pressing his forehead against her arched back, and
surrendering to the ecstasy of his throbbing prick, he hammered
the column of passion-swollen hardness into her belly, trying to
wait for the pleasure he knew would happen. Between his knees, he
felt Ian's legs stiffen and tremble, and beneath his sliding cock,
Ian's cock spear seemed to swell with rhythmic pulsations.

With a harsh cry, Rick shoved his cock up into the churning depths
and yielded to the almost painful spasms of ecstasy that
accompanied each spurt of his semen against the woman's convulsing
womb. To his own ejaculatory pleasure was added the external
thrill of Ian's cock prong against his own, and Marla's frantic
manipulation of her vaginal muscles as she tried to reach another
climax.

Before she could make it, Rick pulled his prick out of her
clenching pussy, spilling the last feeble spurt of his come onto
Ian's balls. He rolled aside, stretching himself on the rug and
staring at the two naked bodies, Marla still feeding her big
breast into Ian's mouth, and grinding her fevered snatch against
his expended cock.

"You can finish up on his dick, Marla," Rick murmured. "That's not
an order, by the way. You can get up and leave, if you want to."

Marla lifted her torso, tugging her breast from Ian's greedy lips.
Her face was a mask of lusty emotions, the mouth drawn tightly
against clenched teeth, and the eyes half-closed with the violence
of her own need. She stared at Rick hungrily and nodded. "Yes!"
she whispered as she lifted her body off Rick and her hands sought
the cream-smeared hardness of Ian's cock, holding it in position
as she fitted her dripping cunt over its still-engorged head. With
a luxurious sigh, she impaled herself on the rearing shaft,
groaning with delight as the meaty knob slid up onto that hungry
maw to supply the frictioning she needed for her aborted climax.

Beneath her, his hands urging her hips to begin their promising
play, Ian welcomed the coupling by shoving his pelvis up to impale
her more firmly on his joint.

"I'm getting hard again!" Ian growled. "My God! I've never come
this hard three times in a row!"

Marla began a slow grinding of her lush hips, working her cunt in
a delightful massage of his throbbing prick. Slowly, she added a
slight lifting and lowering that increased in length and frequency
as the cock regained its full stiffness. She licked her lips and
began fucking him with a determined hunching that made Ian cry out
with ecstasy.

"Looks like you're going to come again for the fourth time, Ian,"
Rick said.

Rick's laughter blended with their throaty moans as Marla's cunt
exploded in the climax she had been seeking, and Ian slammed his
hips up to hilt his prick in her convulsing depths, unable to
reach his own orgasm, but pistoning the woman's pussy into a
second come almost before the first had subsided.

Ian turned a perspiring face toward Rick, his eyes pleading as he
panted, "Can I get on top?"

"Be my guest," Rick grunted. "Give her a real workout."

With a flurry of arms and legs, the two bodies managed a reversal
of position without disengaging the stiff cock, and Marla drew the
man down between her thighs with a cry of joy. Her mouth opened
under his kiss, and she wrapped her legs high about his waist as
he began hammering his prick in and out of the snug sheath that
nibbled and chewed the sliding hardness that plumbed its juicy
corridor.

"Fuck her, Ian," Rick exclaimed emcouragingly. His prick was
stiffening again, aroused by the sight and sound of the fucking.

Ian's ass, perfectly proportioned, rose and fell with a savage
rhythm, levering the thick spear in and out of her fluttering
labia, stretching and stroking the delicate vaginal walls that
yielded repeated surges of slippery juice to bathe his meaty
piston. Marla had her eyes closed, and both arms about Ian's body.
Her ass, lifted by her legs scissoring Ian's waist, shook and
bucked in response to the deep probing of her hungry snatch.
Beneath Ian's swaying balls, her anus winked convulsively, the
brown circlet pushing in and out with the flexing of her happy
cunt. A slimy mixture of her juices and the semen Rick had pumped
into her belly had been forced from her pussy lips to coat her
perineum and the cleft of her magnificent ass.

Without hesitation, Rick rose to his knees and positioned himself
behind Ian, making him jerk violently when he laid one hand on the
pounding hips.

"Relax, Ian," Rick murmured. "Just spread your knees a little. I'm
gonna pack her asshole while you take care of that snatch."

His buttocks clenching, Ian shifted his legs, and Rick moved in
between them, shoving the head of his prick beneath the man's
heavy scrotum to press it firmly against Marla's winking anus.

"No!" she wailed, trying to unhook her legs from Ian's hips, but
finding them blocked by Rick's powerful hands. She felt the
pressure increase, and twisted her hips in one last effort to
evade the determined hardness that was stretching her anal opening
into a circle of quivering tissue about its invading knob.

Once again, Ian felt his friend's throbbing cock move against his
tightening balls, and he buried his own prick more deeply in the
churning sheath of Marla's cunt, making her grunt as his pubic
arch slammed against her clitoral notch. Rick found her asshole
slick and tight - just perfect. Ian's cock filled the adjacent
channel, compressing the slippery corridor into which the second
cock was slowly forcing its heart-shaped head. Marla was helpless
to prevent the invasion, for her body was trapped beneath Ian's
weight, and his prick held her ass captive for Rick's powerful
thrust.

She screamed as the big cock popped through the resistance of her
anal muscles, and bored up into her flexing depths, filling her
asshole with its throbbing heat. She felt her vagina clamp more
firmly about Ian's joint, tightened by the pulsating invader that
drove deeper and deeper into her.

Once the head cleared her sphincter, the discomfort vanished, and
Marla was aware of only the pleasurable friction of the two pricks
in her body, providing a sense of completeness she had never
before experienced, and sending her hips into a wildly hunching
climax that blended ecstasy with the knowledge that she was
providing pleasure for two lusty males, each one bent on emptying
his seminal reservoir into her churning flesh.

Rick experienced a rush of hot juices about his cock, and the
muscles of that receptive canal rippled their convulsive embrace
about the throbbing hardness. Eagerly, he began pumping the juicy
hole, slamming his taut belly against Ian's buttocks with each
delightful stroke. Ian, caught between the two bodies, could
manage only a short pistoning of his buried cock. But he could
feel each movement of Rick's prick against his swollen ventral
vein, and the delicious spasming of that juicy vagina as it raced
from climax to climax with the continued probing of its companion
channel.

"You're making me come myself to death!" Marla wailed, her eyes
rolling and her speech slurred by the exquisite shudders that
roared through her grinding pelvis to spread throughout her
straining body. She reached past her Ian's shoulders, groping for
Rick, but discovering her arms could not find him. Her hands moved
lower, clasping Ian's waist and examining the undulating muscles
that levered his prick in and out of her cunt.

She touched the tensing buttocks, and felt Rick's belly slam
against her fingers. Forcing her tits up against Ian's chest, she
captured the hips that pounded her straining ass, pulling them
closer, and urging the prick into a fierce jabbing that made her
gasp with its violence and the gut-wrenching pleasure.

Three bodies were caught up in the whirlwind of lust generated by
the rhythmic frictioning of passion-engorged flesh and thirsty
female tissue. Grunts and throaty moans accompanied the squishing
sound of the two cocks as they slid in and out, faster and harder.
Ian came with a groan of ecstasy, shooting his hot sperm into the
convulsing cunt with little jabs of his spurting prick, and the
orgasmic shudders were felt by Rick's ramrod as it bored deep into
Marla's ass to spill its fiery tribute in the hungry anus. Marla's
scream was blocked by Ian's tongue in a demanding kiss, and she
could only work her hips as the two men drenched her insides with
their semen. Her pussy squeezed and churned in retaliatory orgasm,
and her anal canal became a vacuuming sheath of hot, juicy muscles
that stripped Rick's cock of the last drop of that soothing ball-
juice she needed so desperately.

Feeling his cock exploding, Rick pulled roughly out of Marla's ass
and then roughly reached for Ian's buttocks. Ian cried out in
surprise when Rick pulled the taut butt cheeks apart roughly but
he was too caught up in his climax to fight Rick off. Rick pressed
his cock crown against Ian's hairy ass pucker and penetrated deep
enough so that his entire crown was buried in Ian's virgin ass. He
threw his head back and shouted his orgasm as the rest of his
ejaculate rushed into Ian's ass. The lubrication of his semen in
Ian's unbelievably hot ass only made him harder despite his
powerful orgasm, and he gripped Ian's ass as he forced another
inch of his cock deeper.

"No!" Ian screamed as he tried to buckle his buttocks and throw
Rick off, but his actions only caused Rick's cock to sink inside
deeper. "You promised," he gasped.

"Yeah? I lied," Rick told him. "Hold him tight, Marla," he ordered
Marla who was laughing at Ian's humiliation. "Come on, babe, let's
show Mr Fucking Arrogant here who's boss."




FIVE

Marla was only eager to oblige, knowing now who was the one with
all the power in the bedroom. She tightened her hips around Ian as
she pressed him to her chest and Rick bore down, his muscular body
pinning the man down and trapping Ian between himself and Marla.
Ian cursed but Rick noticed that he stopped fighting when Rick
began pumping that man.

"Fuck you, Rick!" Ian gasped, unable to slow the instinctive
grinding of his own hips. "I'm gonna get you for this. I'm...
shit, I'm gonna come!"

He grunted when Rick's strong arms slowed his movements, his body
twisting to turn them over on the yielding mattresses. Marla
quickly adjusted her legs, clamping them about his upper body as
Ian's settled his hips between her sweat-streaked thighs, his
prick stirring the clenching channel of her pussy. Rick's chest
massaged his back and Rick's hard belly slapped savagely against
his buttocks in a rhythm with which Ian was rapidly becoming
familiar. His cock, seeming to grow larger with each thrust of
Rick's cock, speared Marla's cunt with delicious force, stretching
the vaginal walls and frictioning her pulsing labia until she felt
still another violent climax shuddering inside her heaving belly.

Recognizing the sudden increase in Ian's action and the powerful
clamping of the ass muscles about his prong, Rick drove his cock
in and out more rapidly, shortening the strokes and pounding her
womb with the plunging head of his massive cock. His timing was
perfect. The first hot spurt of his thick semen blasted into Ian
just as Ian's own cock blasted into Marla. Rick jammed his cock
hard between Ian's parted pucker and bent forward over the man's
muscular back as he felt his throbbing cock ease into Ian's slick
anal passage, sliding up into the undulating grip until his balls
were jammed tightly against Ian's and his belly was pressed
against the sweet curve of Ian's high and taunt butt cheeks. He
licked Ian's bare shoulder, tasting the man's supple skin and
thrusting his cock deeper into his flexing anus. His arms went
around Ian and his fingers clutched at the man's firm pectorals,
pinching the erect nipples until Ian's ass squeezed his shaft in
unspoken submission.

Even as Ian began fucking Marla again, Rick grabbed Ian's thighs,
pulling the wet ass down over his cock like a hot glove, and he
grunted with excitement and joy as the ass claimed him all the way
down the shaft until the hairs of Ian's ass slit tickled the thick
base of his prick.

"Ease up," Ian whispered. "Rick, move up a little - I'm gonna fuck
Marla's ass."

Rick obliged, withdrawing his cock reluctantly just enough for Ian
to lift himself off Marla and adjusted himself so that his cock
could now press against the tight hole of her ass. Marla's sigh
was followed by a groan of pain as Ian's knob snapped through her
sphincter, but the groan became a whimper of ecstasy as the
hardness slid up into her undulating colon to begin a rhythmic
massage of that delicate corridor, increasing the depth of its
penetration with each slippery plunge. Her fingers gripped Ian's
head as he pushed deeper into her anus, and she found herself lost
in the bliss of Ian's raw fucking.

It was Rick's initial pressure that tumbled the trio sideways, but
only lust could prevent the loss of contact during the brief
descent. One cock still fluttering in pulsating female ass, and
another cock throbbingly hilted in hotly flexing male ass, they
lay with bodies moving more freely on the resilient mattresses.
Fucking the whimpering Marla with satisfying thrusts, Ian employed
his hands on her breasts, squeezing and twisting the swollen
nipples as his cock rode in and out of her tight asshole,
lingering just inside the strained circle to enjoy the powerful
clutch of her spasming sphincter muscles. Rick, with his cockhead
buried deeply inside Ian's convulsing ass, ground his hairy
scrotum against his friend bobbing buttocks, feeling the rise in
his balls as they prepared for another powerful blast of his
potent ejaculate.

"Like it, bitch?" Ian panted. His ass rose and fell more rapidly,
his prick spearing Marla's ass and his testicles slapping wetly
against her wriggling anal cleft.

"Yes!" she whimpered, arms shifting and fingers clawing at his
arched back. "Oh, dear God! Yes! Don't ever stop!"

His prick seemed to drive deeper, as though seeking to force its
swollen tip inside her rectum, and she pushed her hips higher in
eagerness. The fingers in her hair brought a pain that became
pleasure as another come began building in her steaming cunt.

"Beg for it!" he hissed, hearing the squish and gurgle as his cock
pistoned through her fluttering asshole. "Beg for more of my
dick!"

Beyond reason, Marla pleaded, gasping the words between sharp
cries of ecstasy, using every obscenity she could dredge from her
whirling brain. Her legs climbed higher on his arched back,
scissoring and urging. Her hips twisted and pumped, milking the
plunging cock and caressing it with juicy fingers of tingling cunt-
flesh.

There was no longer any control in the men's spearing jabs. Rick
was driven wild by Ian's fucking the woman and it was obvious that
Ian was spurred on by the pleasure pooling in his own ass as Rick
raped him. Rick was racing toward his own satisfaction, preparing
to spill his roiling sperm into Ian's convulsing orifice that sent
the pre-orgasmic shudders of ecstasy back into his loaded ball. He
settled for short stabbing thrusts, fucking Ian hard that brought
an answering grunt from Ian's lips. Then, he could no longer
control himself and he surrendered to the hot suction and milking
muscles of Ian's voracious male cunt.

"Fill me, baby!" came Marla's tortured whimper of lust. "Shoot
that cream to me!"

Ecstasy swirled in Ian's balls, liquefied and thundered through
the length of his hilted prick, spurting in thick globs into the
mouth of her churning ass. His buttocks flexed with the repeated
shudders of his come. All three of them screamed in their shared
climax that whirled out of control, lost in a maelstorm of lust
and a climax so powerful that they could only shudder at its
power.



"Are you angry with me?"

Ian turned to glower at Rick as the other man walked into the
shower the next morning. "What the fuck do you think?" he snapped.

"Don't pretend that you hated it," Rick told him. "I was there. I
felt you come as hard as I did."

Ian swung his fist and Rick didn't move, letting himself be hit by
the man. Falling from the blow, he remained on the floor. He
touched his nose - he was bleeding.

"You deserve that," Ian said angrily. "You tricked me and used me.
I gave you a great birthday gift and you took advantage to rape
me."

"Sorry," Rick said meekly as he looked up at Ian.

"Is that all you can say?" Ian demanded furiously.

"I can suck your dick and make you feel better," Rick suggested.
"Or if you like, we can forget that last night ever happened and
live like we used to do."

"Fuck off."

"Come on, Ian, don't be a baby." Rick walked up to Ian and rubbed
his hand along the man's back soothingly. "If you don't like what
we did, we won't do it again."

Ian cursed foully and turned to face Rick. "Get down and suck my
dick," he ordered. "If you're good, I'll forgive you this time."

Rick grinned insolently at him. He would have no problems getting
Ian to forgive him. None indeed as Ian gripped Rick's shoulder for
balance when his knees gave out the moment Rick slowly laved his
tongue along the sensitized tip, along the slit, taking his time
to savor the taste of Ian's hot meat on his tongue. It didn't take
long for Ian to lose control and pour himself into Rick's mouth,
and Rick had barely swallowed every drop before he was pressed
against the wall and Ian was roughly fucking him in the ass. "I
forgive you," Ian gasped as he came hard inside Rick's educated
ass. "And I bet you know all along that I will, you bastard."

Rick could only laugh as Ian scowled at him. But soon Ian was
laughing with him and they helped soap each other in the shower,
last night's shattering of the barrier between them now allowing
them to touch and explore each other's bodies to their heart's
content.

Ian never stopped exploring and touching in the days after, as was
his nature to induge fully to the excess each vice he had. He was
eager to learn all Rick had to teach him, being an enthusiastic
bottom as much as he was an eager and dominating top. He wanted to
do anything and everything. He set sail and in the privacy of
their yacht, his cock and asshole were so often begging for Rick's
attention that Rick often felt that the boundaries between their
bodies had blurred and he didn't know where he ended and Ian began
anymore. Ian anchored his yacht at his marina club at Monaco and
took Rick to see the sights. They won five thousand dollars at the
casinos, which Ian wasted on flowers and wine on Rick. They took a
train up to Tuscany, Rick not knowing whether to laugh or cry when
Ian spun a wild tale of how they were married for ten years to two
fellow gay and happily married passengers. Ian made Rick laugh
until his tears fell and exasperate him until he wasn't sure
whether to kill Ian or to kiss him.

He could fall in love with Ian. He was a fool not to, for Ian was
handsome, rich, and willing to indulge Rick in anything he wanted.
He was a fool to, for Ian was never part of Rick's world and Rick
hated men like Ian. He just wanted to use Ian, enjoy Ian's money
and sex, and leave the man on his own terms.

But it was that night a month later, when Rick woke up from a sex-
sated sleep to find himself alone in the bed of the house Ian
owned in Tuscany, that he learned the unthinkable had happened.

Ian stood against the railing of the balcony, nude and beautiful
bathed in moonlight, facing the bedroom and looking at Rick. "I
love you," he said when Rick woke up to look at him sleepily.

"Very funny," Rick murmured.

"No, I'm serious, Rick. I've never felt like this before, but
during these last few weeks when you're with me, I feel so...
so... at peace with myself," Ian said. "At first I thought it was
just the setting, so I took us to Monaco, to Spain, to Italy, but
it's still the same. It's you, Rick, that make me feel this way."
And being Ian, he continued, "So I want us to be married."

"I... no," Rick said. It shocked him how hard it was to say no.
The very effort seemed to drain him of all his strength and will.
Did he love Ian? He couldn't. Love made one weak and vulnerable to
being used. He should be happy that Ian deluded himself to be in
love with Rick. Rick could leave now and leave Ian a broken man.
Only, Rick realized with horror, he might be the more broken man
from this farce of a relationship. "I can't do this," he whispered
and grabbed his clothes. He gave Ian an apologetic look and fled
the room.

"Yes, you can," Ian exclaimed.

He fell heavily onto Rick and they both lay on the floor, looking
at each other.

"I am rich and I am gorgeous. I fuck like a pro. Shouldn't you be
overjoyed that I chose you to share my life?" Ian asked, playfully
rubbing his legs against Rick's as he teased Rick's chest with his
finger.

"Are you sure?" Rick asked him.

"Do you love me?" Ian asked him instead.

"I think I do," Rick told him. There, he'd said it.

"Then yes, I'm sure," Ian said.

His arms released Rick, and Rick missed the feel of those powerful
muscles against him. "Okay, let's get married," Rick agreed.

He felt Ian's lips travel downward towards his left erect male
nipple, Ian deliberately pausing as he reached the wine-dark bud.
Rick's hands tangled themselves through Ian's thick hair, urging
him to kiss his way down until Ian's wet tongue flicked at the
crown of Rick's cock. Ian inhaled the delicate musk of Rick's
narrow anal pucker, finding the scent pleasing, and a fresh twinge
of need surged through Rick. His body jerked in response to Ian's
hot tongue that licked upward through the tender slit of his ass,
its tip just touching the entrance, before Ian moved higher to
lick wetly against Rick's testicles.

"Oh, Ian!" he whimpered, his thighs tensing on Ian's shoulders to
wiggle his excited hips. His buttocks clenched repeatedly as Ian's
tongue slid into his anal groove, pressing more firmly than
before. "Oh shit!"

His ass bucked wildly when Ian thrust the warm, wriggling tip of
his tongue into Rick's ass. His thighs clamped Ian's head and he
shoved his crotch violently against Ian's mouth. Thrills, more
wonderful than he had ever imagined, coursed through the
palpitating corridor of his as he writhed in ecstasy.

"Now, it's my turn," Ian said in a gentle tone.

Rick gasped at the sudden pressure between his thighs, at the
dimension of the huge cock head that rubbed its throbbing bulk up
and down through the slippery furrow of his aching ass. Ian forced
the head of his cock upward, grinding it again Rick's narrow and
hairy furrow, and Rick's pelvis bucked and he cried out at the
delightful sensations in that resulted. A fresh rivulet of
preseminal lubricant emerged from Ian's cock slit, bathing the big
knob as it slid downward through the plump furrow, caressing the
fluttering muscled ring protecting Rick's ass, but resisting
Rick's torrid invitation.

"Ah!" The cry from Rick blasted the momentary silence as Ian's
pelvis finally hurtled forward and downward, plunging his prick
deep into Rick. To Rick, it felt as though the cock was driving up
into his throat, stretching and filling his ass until he was
certain his belly would explode from the throbbing pressure of
that huge, wonderful prick. No sooner had Ian forced the full
seven inches into Rick's ass, he was pulling the cock out again,
driving it back with a violence that slapped his heavy balls
against Rick's quivering buttocks with a noisy squish.

"Oh, shit, baby!" Ian grunted, his ass hammering fiercely between
Rick's tensed thighs. "I can't hold it!"

His prick raced in and out of Rick's abused anus with increasing
speed. He had intended to drag the fuck out, making it last long
enough to give Rick several orgasms before spilling his load into
his greedy male snatch. But he hadn't reckoned on the unbelievable
goodness of the juicy ass that nibbled and undulated around his
cock with torrid muscles. Nor had he anticipated the incredible
gyrations of the other man's pelvis, a movement that tightened the
slippery channel about his prick with a friction too delightful to
resist. He rammed the swollen cock in and out with furious
thrusts, feeling the bloated head bang harshly against the spongy
tissues of Rick's rectum, pushing that organ upward as the cock
filled Rick entirely with its throbbing length. And Rick grunted
each time the prick speared him entirely, his ass pushing up to
insure the maximum depth of that agonizingly delicious
penetration. He felt Ian's juice-smeared balls slide against his
ass, and his buttocks clenched as if seeking to trap those sperm-
laden nuts. As the prick slid outward, he tightened his anal
muscles around its enormous girth, flexing the muscles in an
instinctive rippling that made Ian groan with ecstasy and fuck him
even harder.

Ian's strokes shortened and became more savage, the prick slamming
deep inside Rick and boring into the depths of his rectum. The
hairy pelvic ridge hammered against Rick's pelvic bone with a loud
smash with each hammering, and their scrotums dragged and collided
heavily with each savage thrusting of their hips. Above his
whimpering cries, Rick heard the slap of their hard muscled
bellies and the wet sucking sound of Ian's pistoning prick moving
out of his ass. He knew that Ted was about to come.

Within seconds, Ian's cock would spill its thick, warm semen
inside Rick's ass. So Rick fucked Ian back, gasping in wonder at
the increasingly powerful sensations that washed through his
spasming anus. His mouth gaped, lips drawn back in a strained
grimace of ecstasy, and then Ian's mouth, wet and warm, claimed
his, and Rick sucked the writhing tongue that drove between his
teeth, bathing it in his own saliva. Ian groaned, a helpless sound
that signaled the release of his boiling sperm. Rick's body
shuddered with delicious anticipation, wiggling his ass in a
vicious gyrating motion as he felt Ian's prick stretch his ass
with its increasingly thicker girth and jerk savagely against the
straining anal walls.

Hot and wet, Ian's come spurted into Rick's rectum, flooding the
burning depths and spilling out onto their thighs and balls.
Spurts after spurts flooded the expanded tissues, forced back
along the passageway until their joined crotches were bathed in
their fluids. Each wave of semen sent a powerful tremor through
Rick's well-packed ass, a tremor of overwhelming pleasure that had
him pressing his heels into the senstive cleft of Ian's tensed
buttocks and his ass grinding furiously to milk all he could from
Ian's powerful cock. Every nerve in his body was on fire from the
heat of that liquid explosion inside her convulsing anus, and Rick
realized that all his previous experiences in sex had been little
more than pleasant interludes. Ian was the real thing. And
clutching Ian's shuddering body, he tried to milk the last drop of
Ian's delicious juices until Ian could only cry out Rick's name
brokenly and collapse in exhaustion on top of Rick.

"I love you," Ian whispered as they lay there on the floor.

"I know," Rick told him. He reached for Ian's hand and squeezed
it.

"Good. Thanksgiving may be awkward since you will be sharing the
dinner table with both me and my father, and maybe Christmas will
too - "

"Wait a minute. You're going to see your parents?" "I want to
thank my father for sending you to me," Ian said mischievously.
"And I want him to know that if he bothers me again I will inform
Mom of what he did with you."

Rick laughed and Ian joined him before silencing him with a tender
kiss. Ian lifted Rick to the bed, and he was still laughing when
he lay back and spread his legs and Rick covered him for a little
payback.
