rutter222
My jock is too small...and tight!
John was behind the wheel of his rig, driving home from a three day trip to deliver cargo. He could have stopped overnight somewhere and got a good night's sleep and nice hot shower, but instead he decided to just keep driving. The day before he caught a few hours of sleep in the makeshift bed in his cab. He was at a desolate rest stop in the last state he was in. He was able to undress to his once-white MacGregor jock with a three inch waistband, stretch out, play with his dick, and sleep for a few hours. He's been wearing that jock for 5 days. It was a rule he had. Same jock for the entire trip, no matter how long. This trip was 3 days out, three days back. To pass the time, while driving he would open his jeans and stroke his fat cock through his jock, eventually blowing a load right into the pouch. Cum would drip through but the mess was mostly contained. Then he'd rub the cum that soaked through into the pouch and lick his fingers clean. He'd drive on with his pants open and let it air dry. This jock had three or four loads in it and lots of dried piss. The musky smell was powerful.
At rest stops, John liked to step out of cab in just his jock, late at night to take a piss and see if there was any action. He liked to be seen, even if it didn't lead to anything. He had a hulking 6' 3" frame that carried his well distributed 250 lbs of muscle and fat. Just general thickness. Broad imposing shoulders and back, big biceps and forearms, broad pecs, protruding belly all brought down in the shape of a V to his relatively trim 38" waste. His thick glutes, thighs and calves strained against his Wranglers, so it always felt good to take his pants off when he could. When he stepped out of his cab to piss in just a jock, if there were people around, they noticed. He was the height of masculinity even now that he was well into his 60s.
Both women and men lusted after John, and he had pleased both his whole life. He was married to woman, Marie, for 27 years, but that didnt stop John from playing with others, mostly men. Marrie knew it and accepted it. She passed 8 years ago from breast cancer. Since then, John spilled his seed in more than 250 men. His specialty was converting married men. He found that they craved cock so desperately and he was more than happy to oblige.
That's how John connected with his most recent play thing. He had watched Frank for months go out for his runs after dark, on hot summer nights, wearing literally next to nothing. Frank was a store manager at the local supermarket, but he had the build of an athlete. Broad shoulders and chest, sculpted back, fine ass and thick legs. His olive skin was covered in dark fur on his chest and abs. John parked his rig at the end of the street where there were no houses. He could sit in his rig and watch a sweaty half naked Frank run toward him to finish his run. John beat off watching Frank more than once. Shot his load right there his truck and in his jock. Once Frank's shorts were slipping down and John could see he was wearing a 1 inch waistband runners/swimmers jock strap and he knew then, he had to be inside him. That little slut wanted it too, whether he knew it or not. And he did. John had Frank in his kitchen table and when he was balls deep in Frank's ass, his wife walked in. She kicked him out and John took him in to his condo. He's been John's fuck toy ever since. Frank never knew how much he loved cock. John showed him, again, and again. Since he didn't really stop for more than 25 hours, he was going to get home about 12 hours early. He'd drop this last load into his fuck toys ass.
A few hours later, John was parking his rig and ready to walk the two blocks to his condo. He checked his watch and saw it was just about 10 am. Hopefully Frank was still sleeping. He'd undress and creep into bed with him, lube up his cock and Franks pussy, then he'd fuck him hard. He grabbed his duffle, locked the cab door and headed to the condo. His dick was getting hard just thinking about Frank's tight hole. It got harder as he got closer. Finally he was at his front door. He put the key in the lock, turned the handle and the door opened.
John could not believe his eyes. There was Frank locked in a passionate embrace with a younger, hairless boy. His skin looked so white next to Frank's Mediterranean complexion. The boys legs were wrapped around Frank, and it was clear Frank was either inside him or his cock was right near his hole.
"What the fuck is this?" They both looked toward me. I think we were all shocked.
"John! What are you doing home? I didn't want you to see this."
"Well too late." John felt rage building in his core. Frank released the boy and stood up next to the bed. The boy got to a sitting position and pulled his muscular hairless legs into his chest. He was in a black fashion jock, and the contrast made his white skin even whiter.
"This is Andy. I coached him in high school and now he works for me at the supermarket"
"I don't give a fuck who he is. You're fucking him in my bed, in my condo!"
John's rage exploded from his core and shot up to his head and down to his balls at the same time. He was angry and he felt his dick pump. Almost on autopilot he dropped his duffle and reach behind him to push the door closed. He stepped toward them but his foot got tangled on his back, which he kicked across the room. That startled both Andy and Frank.
"Calm down!" Frank barked. And put his hands up as if ready to push John back if he needed to. John was moving toward them in big strides, undoing his belt. He grabbed the waist of his jeans and tore open the button fly, revealing his cum and pissed stained MacGregor. Standing in front of Frank, with two hands he pushed his jeans to his knees, revealing his thick bulge and meaty ass. Andy looked....scared but he was taking it all in. It was hard to believe that less than. Two minutes ago, he and Frank were each spilling their seed for each other. Now this.
"Don't tell me to calm down! John barked back, right into Frank's face. He was looking down on him. Frank looked so small next to John, and Frank was not small. John was seriously imposing and impressive, and Andy was taking it all in. "Now get down and do what you are hear to do." John put a meaty paw on Frank's shoulder and pushed him to his knees. Then, with both hands on the back of Frank's head, he pulled his face into his pouch and rubbed his face against him. John was almost suffocating Frank. "Yeah, take a big whiff. Ive been wearing this jock my whole ride. That's 5 days of sweat, cum, and piss. Take it all in."
At first, Frank was resisting. He knew it was futile. John's musk was like ambrosia once you got past the initial pungency. Before he knew it he was opening his mouth to get more. He wanted the taste to match the smell. He could feel John's rage in both the strength and force of John's grip on his head, his heavy panting, the growl in his voice. And that rage spread like electricity through John's cock into Frank's face and traveled down his spine, right to his balls and cock. Frank reached down to touch himself and found that he was rock hard.
Frank bit the edge of John's MacGregor and pulled it aside to reveal John's ample ball sack. He licked and sucked hungrily. Each ball at at time. They were too big to both fit in his mouth, but Frank liked to try. His tongue teased the root of John's thick, rock hard tool, and his tongue went below John's balls to his taint.
John was moaning so Frank knew he was doing something right. And Frank was doing all that with no hands. He gave a side glance and Andy who was watching this unfold intently. He looked scared and curious. Neither of them expected this.
John through breathy growls said, "yeah that's it...lick up that spunk. Lick it all up.". Then he put a hand under Frank' chin and pointed his face up to his so they could make eye contact. "How does it feel to be a pig?" And he spit in Frank's face. Then he pulled his pouch to the side and released a fat 8 inch , rock hard cock that hit Frank in his face. Andy gasped audibly. It was the biggest cock he had ever seen in real life. John opened Frank's mouth with his thumbs and the jammed his cock inside. It was aggressive, but Frank was so horned up now that he accepted it. "Suck it clean. That's it. Swallow it all. Take it all like the whore you are.' Every few seconds hed take his wet throbbing cock from Frank's mouth and smack him across the face with it. It was like getting hit with a T-ball bat. Then he'd put it back in the hole and pull Frank's head onto it. Making him choke and gag.
After a few rounds of that Andy asked him, "Frank, are you okay?" The testosterone of an angry athletic youth was building in Andy. You could see his muscles were flexed and taught, ready for anything.
"I'm good, Babe. Not as bad as it looks." That enraged John.
"Babe?! Babe huh? We'll see how okay your are in a minute." John stepped back and ripped open his shirt. Buttons went flying. He threw it at Frank. He kicked of his shoes and pulled his tight jeans off and threw them at Andy. "Now get back to work...Babe," he said sarcastically, and pulled Franks head on his cock again. He was choking and gasping.
"Cut it out! Youre hurting him!" And with that Andy was to his knees on the bed, lunging at John.
"Oh you want some too? Of course you do you little slut." With one long powerful arm and one big hand, John grabbed Andy by the head and threw him down to the bed. Somehow he got Andy face up in the perfect position and then he sat down. He lined up his ripe hole with Andy's mouth and commanded he he eat his ass. Andy had nowhere to go. John's meaty ass enveloped and pinned his head. He began to tongue John's hole. At first it was rank, but after a few licks and moisture, Andy wanted more. Within a minute Frank was gagging on John's cock and his lover was devouring John's mancave. Catching a cheater should always be this good.
After a few minutes of all that sucking and slobbering, John stood up. His cock was fully erect and engorged. Frank was on his knees and he sat back to relax a minute. He was working hard. And Andy was laying on his back, looking at Frank upside down. His legs were spread and his jock was straining. John stretched and asked, "Who am I gonna fuck first?" The thought of John being inside Andy, tearing up his sweet hole, angered Frank. "You, boy, clean up his cock. He still has lube and ass on him from fucking you before." Andy got up off the bed and scurried to John. They embraced and kissed. John put a big hand between Andy's sculpted shoulder blades and pushed him down toward Frank's cock. "Suck it, now!"
Andy, on all fours, gobbled John's rock hard cock. He welcomed it deep and he was tounging his balls. He was getting totally into sucking Frank's cock without his hands. They were holding up his body weight.
John got behind Andy and admired his muscular ass and pink hole. He grunted and hummed "hmmm." He put his hands on each cheek and rubbed. Opening and closing his crack. Occasionally he'd run a thumb across his hole. Andy would shudder in response. He turn and look back and John, who would bark, "keep sucking faggot!" And Andy would go right back to his task.
John, put a paw on Andy's sack and effortlessly lifted Andy's ass to his mouth. He put his tongue to work. "Mmm mmm. I see why you like this guy, Frank. That's some sweet pussy.
"Yeah that's my pussy, so get your tongue out of him."
"What are you gonna do about it, cheater? Huh? You gonna stop me?" He went back to eating. Frank brought Andy's head to his mouth. They kissed and Frank whispered something in Andy's ear. He nodded and went back to sucking his Frank's cock and was enjoying the last few minutes of John's tongue deep inside him.
As John was deep into eating him, he started to rub Andy's thick, chiseled thighs. Up and down the sides, and down to his calves and gently touching the bottom of his feet. He was enamored by the smooth, perfect skin on nearly every inch of Andy. Hairless, yet so masculine. As he tongued, licked, and tasted Andy's pinkness, John was now rubbing his thighs, exploring the thick musculature. He lifted one of his legs and rested it on his shoulder. Continuing to pleasure Andy's hole, he lifted his other leg and rested it on his other shoulder. John was motor boating Andy's ass, trying to get his tongue further up his chute. He could smell where Frank had been only moments before. Even tasting his seed.
John continued to rub Andy's ass cheeks, his legs, stroke his hard cock just dangling there. His torso rested on his elbows as he sucked on Frank's cock. All three of them were lost in a different kind of pleasure.
Around the same time that John realized his vulnerability, he felt Andy's legs cross and tighten around his neck. "Oh fuck!" John said out loud but it it was muffled by Andy's ass. He had John's neck in a tight leg scissor and he was flexing his big thighs. John struggled but quickly became light headed and then his whole body went limp. Andy released him and the big man fell back on the bed.
Frank and Andy sprang to action. "We don't have much time! Help me get him on the bed. John was so big that even these two worked out athletes struggled to lift him, but they flopped this hulking man on to his bed. They both stood over him, panting, out of breath. Everyone naked and exposed. John's boner went away, but his cock was still massively thick.
"I can't believe how big he is. And you let him fuck you with that? And you lived?"
"Sure did! A lot!! And I'd do it all again. But now... we're gonna fuck him, but first we gotta restrain him and then wear him out or he will never let us." Frank grabbed the belt off of John's jeans and he tied his forearms together nice and tight above his head. "Give me your jock." Andy pulled off the jock and tossed it to Frank who used it to restrain John's big size 14 dogs. Frank grabbed the 3" waistband of John's stained MacGregor and pulled it down to his mid thigh area. This made it difficult thrash his legs around. Thankfully MacGregors were high quality.
Andy and Frank regarded this monster of a man lying there restrained on his own bed. Jock pulled down, fully exposed. Frank reached over and grabbed John's meat. He stroked it a few times. "Let's wake him up. The good way."
"You mother fuckers are gonna pay for this." John said as he roused. Frank looked around and saw his cum soaked camo jock from last night on the floor. He picked it up and stuffed it in John's mouth.
"Quiet down, big guy. Let us work you over for once." John struggled to free his arms but couldn't. His legs were thrashing about, but couldn't move too much.
Frank started hungrily sucking his cock. Then Andy took a turn. Then back to Frank. His cock was rock hard again. "Maybe if we do this for him he won't kill us when we let him free." They continued sucking his cock. John started to stir.
"Ohhh....okay you fuckers" John said through the muffled jock. They sucked him hard. And stroked his big dick, and then sucked some more. Finally he cried out, his big nuts tightened, his cock pulsated, and his piss hole opened like a garden hose. He called out once more and then erupted. White streams of goo shot from his purple cock head, one, two, three...and so on. "Its a gusher!" Andy called out. Frank was stroking the pole the whole time during the eruption, scooping up John's cum and using it as lube.
Post orgasm, John let out a big sigh. He thought it was over, but Frank kept stroking him. "Stop!" He called out but Frank kept stroking. He nodded to Andy who then put his mouth over John's cock head and tickled with his tongue. "STOP!!!" He called out again and started thrashing. Frank kept stroking harder and faster and they were each taking turns sucking him. He was rock hard again and before long, his balls tightened, and more cum spewed forth. Not as much, and not as far, but the begs to stop were just as strong. They didn't though. They just kept on stroking and sucking. And then he came again. This time it was one quick spurt and then cum just oozed from the spongy cockhead. They kept sucking him. He prostested but he was weak. It took longer. Frank and Andy were getting tired. They agreed, one more. And they pumped that half hard fleshy piece of meat until those big balls pulled in and a few oozes of cum spilled from the head and dripped down the shaft. John was quiet now.
Andy and Frank looked at each other. "I'm horny as fuck" Frank said. "Me too." They both stood and there dicks were standing at full attention. "John! We're horny and now we're gonna fuck your hole!"
"Noooo!"
"Yes!! Sorry big man. Andy stand over his head and hold his feet up." John lifted the big mans feet up and handed them to Andy, effectively bending John in half and pointing his ass to the ceiling. "Mmm. Nice" Frank said as started to eat John's hole, who was uncomfortable, but enjoying it. When Frank had it nice and wet, he lubed up his cock and John's hole and he pushed himself deep inside John. John called out in pain. "Take it easy big guy." He was in a standing position, leaning forward, holding on to John's hunky calves. The warm moistness of his cave enveloped his cock. Before long he was jack hammering the big man.
Frank pulled his cock out and looked in Andy's eyes. The kissed and embraced with John's feet between them. "Your turn, Andy. Let's lay him on his side." They let the powerful legs fall to the bed with a WOMP. His big fleshy cock bounced and flopped around. John was quiet, but consciously aware of what was happening. They turned him on his side and hung his big ass on the edge of the bed, then pulled his knees to his chest. His puckered hole was now gaping some from Frank's fucking. Andy got to his knees and began to eat his hole.
"Mmmm...I can taste you.". Frank looked into John's eyes while Andy ate his hole. He looked relaxed. He took the jock from his mouth. And kissed him. John accepted the kiss and pushed his tongue into Frank's mouth. Then Frank felt Johns hands rub his back. He apparently got his arms free, but still let himself be worked over. Andy stood and pushed his cock in John's hole. It took his breath away at first, but he continued to kiss Frank. Soon Andy settled into rhythmic thrusts. Frank looked down and noticed John's purple swollen cock head was pointing right at him.
"Andy, let's untie him." And Andy withdrew and helped release John's feet and legs. He stretched out on the bed. Andy and Frank knelt beside him. John reached up and grabbed their stiff cocks.
"You boys need to blow. I don't think I have a drop of cum left in me. Give me yours." And he stroked their big cocks until completion. Andy and Frank kissed as they came at the same time and showered John with their cum.
At rest stops, John liked to step out of cab in just his jock, late at night to take a piss and see if there was any action. He liked to be seen, even if it didn't lead to anything. He had a hulking 6' 3" frame that carried his well distributed 250 lbs of muscle and fat. Just general thickness. Broad imposing shoulders and back, big biceps and forearms, broad pecs, protruding belly all brought down in the shape of a V to his relatively trim 38" waste. His thick glutes, thighs and calves strained against his Wranglers, so it always felt good to take his pants off when he could. When he stepped out of his cab to piss in just a jock, if there were people around, they noticed. He was the height of masculinity even now that he was well into his 60s.
Both women and men lusted after John, and he had pleased both his whole life. He was married to woman, Marie, for 27 years, but that didnt stop John from playing with others, mostly men. Marrie knew it and accepted it. She passed 8 years ago from breast cancer. Since then, John spilled his seed in more than 250 men. His specialty was converting married men. He found that they craved cock so desperately and he was more than happy to oblige.
That's how John connected with his most recent play thing. He had watched Frank for months go out for his runs after dark, on hot summer nights, wearing literally next to nothing. Frank was a store manager at the local supermarket, but he had the build of an athlete. Broad shoulders and chest, sculpted back, fine ass and thick legs. His olive skin was covered in dark fur on his chest and abs. John parked his rig at the end of the street where there were no houses. He could sit in his rig and watch a sweaty half naked Frank run toward him to finish his run. John beat off watching Frank more than once. Shot his load right there his truck and in his jock. Once Frank's shorts were slipping down and John could see he was wearing a 1 inch waistband runners/swimmers jock strap and he knew then, he had to be inside him. That little slut wanted it too, whether he knew it or not. And he did. John had Frank in his kitchen table and when he was balls deep in Frank's ass, his wife walked in. She kicked him out and John took him in to his condo. He's been John's fuck toy ever since. Frank never knew how much he loved cock. John showed him, again, and again. Since he didn't really stop for more than 25 hours, he was going to get home about 12 hours early. He'd drop this last load into his fuck toys ass.
A few hours later, John was parking his rig and ready to walk the two blocks to his condo. He checked his watch and saw it was just about 10 am. Hopefully Frank was still sleeping. He'd undress and creep into bed with him, lube up his cock and Franks pussy, then he'd fuck him hard. He grabbed his duffle, locked the cab door and headed to the condo. His dick was getting hard just thinking about Frank's tight hole. It got harder as he got closer. Finally he was at his front door. He put the key in the lock, turned the handle and the door opened.
John could not believe his eyes. There was Frank locked in a passionate embrace with a younger, hairless boy. His skin looked so white next to Frank's Mediterranean complexion. The boys legs were wrapped around Frank, and it was clear Frank was either inside him or his cock was right near his hole.
"What the fuck is this?" They both looked toward me. I think we were all shocked.
"John! What are you doing home? I didn't want you to see this."
"Well too late." John felt rage building in his core. Frank released the boy and stood up next to the bed. The boy got to a sitting position and pulled his muscular hairless legs into his chest. He was in a black fashion jock, and the contrast made his white skin even whiter.
"This is Andy. I coached him in high school and now he works for me at the supermarket"
"I don't give a fuck who he is. You're fucking him in my bed, in my condo!"
John's rage exploded from his core and shot up to his head and down to his balls at the same time. He was angry and he felt his dick pump. Almost on autopilot he dropped his duffle and reach behind him to push the door closed. He stepped toward them but his foot got tangled on his back, which he kicked across the room. That startled both Andy and Frank.
"Calm down!" Frank barked. And put his hands up as if ready to push John back if he needed to. John was moving toward them in big strides, undoing his belt. He grabbed the waist of his jeans and tore open the button fly, revealing his cum and pissed stained MacGregor. Standing in front of Frank, with two hands he pushed his jeans to his knees, revealing his thick bulge and meaty ass. Andy looked....scared but he was taking it all in. It was hard to believe that less than. Two minutes ago, he and Frank were each spilling their seed for each other. Now this.
"Don't tell me to calm down! John barked back, right into Frank's face. He was looking down on him. Frank looked so small next to John, and Frank was not small. John was seriously imposing and impressive, and Andy was taking it all in. "Now get down and do what you are hear to do." John put a meaty paw on Frank's shoulder and pushed him to his knees. Then, with both hands on the back of Frank's head, he pulled his face into his pouch and rubbed his face against him. John was almost suffocating Frank. "Yeah, take a big whiff. Ive been wearing this jock my whole ride. That's 5 days of sweat, cum, and piss. Take it all in."
At first, Frank was resisting. He knew it was futile. John's musk was like ambrosia once you got past the initial pungency. Before he knew it he was opening his mouth to get more. He wanted the taste to match the smell. He could feel John's rage in both the strength and force of John's grip on his head, his heavy panting, the growl in his voice. And that rage spread like electricity through John's cock into Frank's face and traveled down his spine, right to his balls and cock. Frank reached down to touch himself and found that he was rock hard.
Frank bit the edge of John's MacGregor and pulled it aside to reveal John's ample ball sack. He licked and sucked hungrily. Each ball at at time. They were too big to both fit in his mouth, but Frank liked to try. His tongue teased the root of John's thick, rock hard tool, and his tongue went below John's balls to his taint.
John was moaning so Frank knew he was doing something right. And Frank was doing all that with no hands. He gave a side glance and Andy who was watching this unfold intently. He looked scared and curious. Neither of them expected this.
John through breathy growls said, "yeah that's it...lick up that spunk. Lick it all up.". Then he put a hand under Frank' chin and pointed his face up to his so they could make eye contact. "How does it feel to be a pig?" And he spit in Frank's face. Then he pulled his pouch to the side and released a fat 8 inch , rock hard cock that hit Frank in his face. Andy gasped audibly. It was the biggest cock he had ever seen in real life. John opened Frank's mouth with his thumbs and the jammed his cock inside. It was aggressive, but Frank was so horned up now that he accepted it. "Suck it clean. That's it. Swallow it all. Take it all like the whore you are.' Every few seconds hed take his wet throbbing cock from Frank's mouth and smack him across the face with it. It was like getting hit with a T-ball bat. Then he'd put it back in the hole and pull Frank's head onto it. Making him choke and gag.
After a few rounds of that Andy asked him, "Frank, are you okay?" The testosterone of an angry athletic youth was building in Andy. You could see his muscles were flexed and taught, ready for anything.
"I'm good, Babe. Not as bad as it looks." That enraged John.
"Babe?! Babe huh? We'll see how okay your are in a minute." John stepped back and ripped open his shirt. Buttons went flying. He threw it at Frank. He kicked of his shoes and pulled his tight jeans off and threw them at Andy. "Now get back to work...Babe," he said sarcastically, and pulled Franks head on his cock again. He was choking and gasping.
"Cut it out! Youre hurting him!" And with that Andy was to his knees on the bed, lunging at John.
"Oh you want some too? Of course you do you little slut." With one long powerful arm and one big hand, John grabbed Andy by the head and threw him down to the bed. Somehow he got Andy face up in the perfect position and then he sat down. He lined up his ripe hole with Andy's mouth and commanded he he eat his ass. Andy had nowhere to go. John's meaty ass enveloped and pinned his head. He began to tongue John's hole. At first it was rank, but after a few licks and moisture, Andy wanted more. Within a minute Frank was gagging on John's cock and his lover was devouring John's mancave. Catching a cheater should always be this good.
After a few minutes of all that sucking and slobbering, John stood up. His cock was fully erect and engorged. Frank was on his knees and he sat back to relax a minute. He was working hard. And Andy was laying on his back, looking at Frank upside down. His legs were spread and his jock was straining. John stretched and asked, "Who am I gonna fuck first?" The thought of John being inside Andy, tearing up his sweet hole, angered Frank. "You, boy, clean up his cock. He still has lube and ass on him from fucking you before." Andy got up off the bed and scurried to John. They embraced and kissed. John put a big hand between Andy's sculpted shoulder blades and pushed him down toward Frank's cock. "Suck it, now!"
Andy, on all fours, gobbled John's rock hard cock. He welcomed it deep and he was tounging his balls. He was getting totally into sucking Frank's cock without his hands. They were holding up his body weight.
John got behind Andy and admired his muscular ass and pink hole. He grunted and hummed "hmmm." He put his hands on each cheek and rubbed. Opening and closing his crack. Occasionally he'd run a thumb across his hole. Andy would shudder in response. He turn and look back and John, who would bark, "keep sucking faggot!" And Andy would go right back to his task.
John, put a paw on Andy's sack and effortlessly lifted Andy's ass to his mouth. He put his tongue to work. "Mmm mmm. I see why you like this guy, Frank. That's some sweet pussy.
"Yeah that's my pussy, so get your tongue out of him."
"What are you gonna do about it, cheater? Huh? You gonna stop me?" He went back to eating. Frank brought Andy's head to his mouth. They kissed and Frank whispered something in Andy's ear. He nodded and went back to sucking his Frank's cock and was enjoying the last few minutes of John's tongue deep inside him.
As John was deep into eating him, he started to rub Andy's thick, chiseled thighs. Up and down the sides, and down to his calves and gently touching the bottom of his feet. He was enamored by the smooth, perfect skin on nearly every inch of Andy. Hairless, yet so masculine. As he tongued, licked, and tasted Andy's pinkness, John was now rubbing his thighs, exploring the thick musculature. He lifted one of his legs and rested it on his shoulder. Continuing to pleasure Andy's hole, he lifted his other leg and rested it on his other shoulder. John was motor boating Andy's ass, trying to get his tongue further up his chute. He could smell where Frank had been only moments before. Even tasting his seed.
John continued to rub Andy's ass cheeks, his legs, stroke his hard cock just dangling there. His torso rested on his elbows as he sucked on Frank's cock. All three of them were lost in a different kind of pleasure.
Around the same time that John realized his vulnerability, he felt Andy's legs cross and tighten around his neck. "Oh fuck!" John said out loud but it it was muffled by Andy's ass. He had John's neck in a tight leg scissor and he was flexing his big thighs. John struggled but quickly became light headed and then his whole body went limp. Andy released him and the big man fell back on the bed.
Frank and Andy sprang to action. "We don't have much time! Help me get him on the bed. John was so big that even these two worked out athletes struggled to lift him, but they flopped this hulking man on to his bed. They both stood over him, panting, out of breath. Everyone naked and exposed. John's boner went away, but his cock was still massively thick.
"I can't believe how big he is. And you let him fuck you with that? And you lived?"
"Sure did! A lot!! And I'd do it all again. But now... we're gonna fuck him, but first we gotta restrain him and then wear him out or he will never let us." Frank grabbed the belt off of John's jeans and he tied his forearms together nice and tight above his head. "Give me your jock." Andy pulled off the jock and tossed it to Frank who used it to restrain John's big size 14 dogs. Frank grabbed the 3" waistband of John's stained MacGregor and pulled it down to his mid thigh area. This made it difficult thrash his legs around. Thankfully MacGregors were high quality.
Andy and Frank regarded this monster of a man lying there restrained on his own bed. Jock pulled down, fully exposed. Frank reached over and grabbed John's meat. He stroked it a few times. "Let's wake him up. The good way."
"You mother fuckers are gonna pay for this." John said as he roused. Frank looked around and saw his cum soaked camo jock from last night on the floor. He picked it up and stuffed it in John's mouth.
"Quiet down, big guy. Let us work you over for once." John struggled to free his arms but couldn't. His legs were thrashing about, but couldn't move too much.
Frank started hungrily sucking his cock. Then Andy took a turn. Then back to Frank. His cock was rock hard again. "Maybe if we do this for him he won't kill us when we let him free." They continued sucking his cock. John started to stir.
"Ohhh....okay you fuckers" John said through the muffled jock. They sucked him hard. And stroked his big dick, and then sucked some more. Finally he cried out, his big nuts tightened, his cock pulsated, and his piss hole opened like a garden hose. He called out once more and then erupted. White streams of goo shot from his purple cock head, one, two, three...and so on. "Its a gusher!" Andy called out. Frank was stroking the pole the whole time during the eruption, scooping up John's cum and using it as lube.
Post orgasm, John let out a big sigh. He thought it was over, but Frank kept stroking him. "Stop!" He called out but Frank kept stroking. He nodded to Andy who then put his mouth over John's cock head and tickled with his tongue. "STOP!!!" He called out again and started thrashing. Frank kept stroking harder and faster and they were each taking turns sucking him. He was rock hard again and before long, his balls tightened, and more cum spewed forth. Not as much, and not as far, but the begs to stop were just as strong. They didn't though. They just kept on stroking and sucking. And then he came again. This time it was one quick spurt and then cum just oozed from the spongy cockhead. They kept sucking him. He prostested but he was weak. It took longer. Frank and Andy were getting tired. They agreed, one more. And they pumped that half hard fleshy piece of meat until those big balls pulled in and a few oozes of cum spilled from the head and dripped down the shaft. John was quiet now.
Andy and Frank looked at each other. "I'm horny as fuck" Frank said. "Me too." They both stood and there dicks were standing at full attention. "John! We're horny and now we're gonna fuck your hole!"
"Noooo!"
"Yes!! Sorry big man. Andy stand over his head and hold his feet up." John lifted the big mans feet up and handed them to Andy, effectively bending John in half and pointing his ass to the ceiling. "Mmm. Nice" Frank said as started to eat John's hole, who was uncomfortable, but enjoying it. When Frank had it nice and wet, he lubed up his cock and John's hole and he pushed himself deep inside John. John called out in pain. "Take it easy big guy." He was in a standing position, leaning forward, holding on to John's hunky calves. The warm moistness of his cave enveloped his cock. Before long he was jack hammering the big man.
Frank pulled his cock out and looked in Andy's eyes. The kissed and embraced with John's feet between them. "Your turn, Andy. Let's lay him on his side." They let the powerful legs fall to the bed with a WOMP. His big fleshy cock bounced and flopped around. John was quiet, but consciously aware of what was happening. They turned him on his side and hung his big ass on the edge of the bed, then pulled his knees to his chest. His puckered hole was now gaping some from Frank's fucking. Andy got to his knees and began to eat his hole.
"Mmmm...I can taste you.". Frank looked into John's eyes while Andy ate his hole. He looked relaxed. He took the jock from his mouth. And kissed him. John accepted the kiss and pushed his tongue into Frank's mouth. Then Frank felt Johns hands rub his back. He apparently got his arms free, but still let himself be worked over. Andy stood and pushed his cock in John's hole. It took his breath away at first, but he continued to kiss Frank. Soon Andy settled into rhythmic thrusts. Frank looked down and noticed John's purple swollen cock head was pointing right at him.
"Andy, let's untie him." And Andy withdrew and helped release John's feet and legs. He stretched out on the bed. Andy and Frank knelt beside him. John reached up and grabbed their stiff cocks.
"You boys need to blow. I don't think I have a drop of cum left in me. Give me yours." And he stroked their big cocks until completion. Andy and Frank kissed as they came at the same time and showered John with their cum.
