Sixty-Six

(for ChaSIR, the King)

He is my King. He is everything.

I stand here, in the servant's dungeon beneath the King's chamber. Waiting and praying. I wait, always, for the King's pleasure. I pray to serve Him faithfully. My scarred knee is shaking as I lean against the shadowy wall in the dungeon. My knee is shaking and my hand is fingering my crotch, like I do when I'm anxious.

The dungeon is full of men in states of half-dress, strong arms, soft folds of bellies, long thick thighs. Men stretching their ballsacs, fingering their assholes, sharpening their blades. Two men wrestling for the favor of the soldier's guard, in hope he'll “put in a good word.” The soldier's guard stands at his post beside the entrance to the dungeon. The soldier is beautiful. Full belly, moon-faced with a heavy beard, a bit gray. Manly and confident. Everyone around the King, it seems, is beautiful. The guard is sexy enough, I'd gladly take him deep inside me, if it wouldn't be seen as currying favor.

I'm a servant in the King's palace. One of many. A tall drink of water, but I make up for it with a round, welcome belly, hairy pecs, and the unwavering need to serve. My hair is cut short and my beard is grown long and gray. My strong faithful blade rests in its scabbard on my back. I have scars from long years of battle for the King, but men say I'm still reasonably handsome. My ass is thick, my hands are fast, and my mouth and throat are experienced, so I never get complaints.

I lean against the wall relatively alone. Another servant leans not far from me, biting his nails.

“Have you seen him yet?” the servant beside me asks without breath. He is as nervous as I am. He is barely dressed, a small ragged pair of shortened pants with the back torn out, revealing his muscular hairy ass. A bit bold, in my opinion. Too bold. I look at his tousled hair and crooked grin. Wonder how he could think he's ready to see any King, let alone The King.

“The King, I mean,” the servant adds, like I might not know who he's talking about. “You ever seen him?”

None of us know who will be called next. Or if anyone will be called next. Or if ever we will be chosen.

“I have not yet seen my Lord in person, may I be granted such joy,” I say quietly, eyes on the floor, “but I have had the privilege of seeing his likeness.”

“He's fucking beautiful, he is,” the servant says, licking his dry lips. “Those big fucky arms, that hairy daddy chest, that kissable face. And –“ He makes a crude gesture with his hands indicating a large cock. “I'd like a piece of that shit, I tell you what.”

Fury, like a dark fire, rises from my chest. My body responds without thinking. Abruptly, I turn to the other servant and punch his face hard. He hollers, recoiling with pain and shock, falling against the cold wall. Several other servants grow quiet and turn to see the newest drama. A few laugh.

“Fuck!” the man says. “What did you do that for?” He daubs at his nose, but there's no blood there.

I grumble at him. Is this idiot even worth it? “You're lucky I didn't draw my sword,” I say quietly, looking deep into his eyes with my eyes of fire. He is tense, pissed off for a moment, but slowly he seems to understand, and softens.

“Didn't have to hit me so hard, cunt,” he says rubbing his face. I offer my hand to him and help him stand upright again. “You'll get worse than that, if you don't mind your place,” I say. “A servant speaks always with reverence of the King,” I say. Jesus, he should know this. “You are nothing. I am nothing. He is everything. He is... the King.”

“Well, aren't you earnest,” the servant jibes, quickly backing away to avoid any further remonstrance from me.

“When it comes to the King,” I say, leaning back against the wall, “everything is earnest. I live to serve the King.”

There is commotion at the dungeon door. A well-dressed servant has stepped inside and is talking to the handsome soldier guarding the door. They are too quiet to hear. The man I struck leans against the wall, watching. The other men have grown silent. All eyes are on the two at the door. When the well-dressed servant steps back out, he closes the door with a heavy thud.

“The King desires the service of number sixty-six,” the guard says loudly.

The whole room groans and sighs. The two men resume their wrestling.

“Damn it!” the servant I struck barks. “Thirty-five,” he says, resigned. He turns around and clunks his forehead against the wall dejectedly.

I stride to the soldier at the door. “I am sixty-six,” I say, looking directly into the soldier's eyes. The soldier looks me up and down, and smirks a bit. He knows what the King likes. He opens the door and steps through. “Follow me,” he grunts.

As the door closes, I hear the guy I struck, mumbling to himself, “Lucky son of a bitch!”

I take a deep breath. My heart pounds. My light white cotton shirt, open all the way, shows my hairy chest and soft round belly. I have heard the King likes that style. The very thought of meeting the King gets me hard, and it shows, but my pleasure is nothing. The King's pleasure is everything. I dust off my pants, which I have painstakingly stitched and groomed for this meeting, adjust my hard cock so it's not obscene. My sword hangs heavily from my back, sharp and deadly, ready for the King's bidding.

I assume I will be sent off to do battle again. I am honored. I serve at the pleasure of the King. My eyes are cast to the floor as we walk up a flight of stone steps. My shirt billows behind me as I walk, openly flaunting my soft belly and the hills of my hips. At the top of the stairs, the soldier opens a door, and I slowly step into the King's chamber, full of firelight. The soldier leaves, closing the door behind him. Out of the corner of my eye, I see a fireplace roaring with a heavy popping fire. A large bed, richly covered in heavy furs, lounges in the other corner. Large chairs and overstuffed pillows.

The well-dressed servant moves to stand before me, then walks in front of me a pace, his brocaded cloak swaying softly as he walks. The stone beneath our feet clicks with each step. I cannot even feel the presence of the ceiling, it is so high above me. Like my King is high above me.

The servant stops and bows deeply. “Number sixty-six, my Lord” he announces.

As the servant moves off to one side, I step one step forward. I dare not lift my eyes, but I can see a soft golden carpet and the base of a throne of stone and wood. Two strong, beautiful feet stand before the throne, with no sandals to protect them. His feet are perfect. For a moment, looking at the King's feet, my head grows dizzy.

I bow deeply to His Majesty, mostly in reverence, a bit out of light-headedness. My cock aches in my pants. I am nothing. The King is everything.

“Take off your clothes,” the servant says.

I do not hesitate, though I do not understand the reason. I keep my eyes glued to the King's marble feet as I unsheathe my sword and lay it quietly down on the floor in front of me. I remove my scabbard and the open shirt from my white, rounded shoulders. I hear a grunt. I beg you, my Lord, please be a sound of approval, I pray. I unbuckle my pants and slide them off my full hips, struggling over my plump, ample ass, and down my long, hairy legs. I stand upright again, my hard cock getting in the way. I can't do much about that now, but I slightly arch my back hoping the King won't be displeased.

I must not look up. Instead, I dream of what I would do to those precious feet. Soft, caressing kisses on the arch. My King. My flat tongue coursing along the pad of His feet. My Lord. My hands moving along the length of His legs. He moans softly. His big toe. Deep in my tonguey, wet, eager mouth. He groans. Your Grace. His big toe, His hard needy big toe, deep in my –

“Thank you, number three,” a golden Voice says.

The servant's footsteps move away from us. A door closes.

The quiet is deafening. I breathe as softly as I can, Naked here, big man that I am. No matter what happens, I will remember this day with joy until the moment I die.

The King approaches me. He is fully naked. I see his feet. His strong, muscular, furry legs and the slight curve of his muscular, manly belly. He must be almost as tall as I am, maybe six feet. He is precisely proportioned to that hard, muscley form that sparks the urge to serve in me. His hard, veiny cock, a King's cock, worthy to sire a nation. Straight out from his dark bush of fur, a slight thick upward curve, it nearly touches my belly. I can feel his desire coming from the tip of his smooth, perfect glans aimed at my crotch. I can feel the heat and strength from that perfect projectile, his hefty ballsac full of his power, and again I begin to feel faint. I am under his royal sway. I would do anything... anything... for him.

I keep my eyes down. He slowly circles me and I can feel the heat of his body as he moves to my left, and behind me, and to my right. And in front of me again. He steps a bit closer and I can see his brawny, hairy chest. The potent curves of his muscled arms full of power and will.

For a moment, I am sure I will pass out.

The thing that awakens my senses is the fire of his touch. His touch is lightning bolts. It is shivering grace. He runs his fingertips across the hair on my chest softly. My eyes close, focusing on his touch. But in a moment, his hand drops, and grips my cock hard. I gasp, but fight against the desire to wince. I'm trying desperately to control myself, but my cock wants so bad to shoot just from the shear pleasure of the King's touch. My hard cock throbs once, twice, but does not shoot. I take deep breaths to stop the urge. The King releases my cock.

“Good,” he says to himself. He moves behind me again, dragging his fingers over my nipple, my biceps, my back. My body is a pyre, waiting to be consumed. I give it to thee, oh Lord.

“Sixy-six,” the King says. “I'm impressed by your past battles in my Name. And... I've seen you before, you know.” His touch is the greatest gift I've ever received. My brain struggles to function. “My lord?” I gasp.

“I sometimes watch my servants from afar,” the King says quietly. “From this very chamber. For my own pleasure.”

“The pleasure of the King is everything,” I say. It is a mantra keeping me from surrendering to pure ecstasy. “There is no other thing, living or dead, more urgent than the pleasure of the King.” I can barely breathe. His fingers stroke down the length of my back and rest on the upper curve of my ass. “I live to please you, Sire,” I say. “I am utterly, completely yours.”

The King's fingers move down softly into the cleft of my ass cheeks. I moan softly. The small hairs of my ass cheeks thrill at each pass of his fingers. Without thinking, and I pray not assuming too much, I move my hands to my ass and gently pull my cheeks apart. I am thoroughly prepared, cleaned and lubricated, as all good servants should be. But I never dreamed I would be so honored by the King. His strong fingers feather across my pucker, and I suck in my breath, my cock throbbing heavy against my weighty balls.

I arch my back enough to allow the King his pleasure. I feel the long, strong fingers of the King move into my hole. I bend forward, taking him. His strong fingers, it feels like two of them, but might be three, push against my pucker repeatedly, sending shivers of joy into my body. It is not for me to enjoy. It is the King's pleasure I seek. I groan and it seems to please him.

“The King desires you to do him a boon,” the King says to me, his fingers pushing against the silky strong walls of my sphincter, feeling the tight, willing heat coming from my asshole. “Will you be my champion?”

I can barely breathe. “It is...” I stumble out, “my utmost pleasure... My Lord... to serve.”

The King fucks me with his heavy fingers. He is very strong and it is slightly painful, but there is no pain when it comes to the King's desires. I take it deep. Like a man. Like a good servant takes it, with joy. Soon with each thrust of his fingers, my sphincter yields to his touch, the groans escape my lips without a fight, and I yield, I yield to the King's need. I try my best not to think of his cock entering me. I would definitely pass out.

“Do you enjoy the King's pleasure?” the King asks quietly. I feel his thick, veiny cock throb against the back of my thigh. It sends me reeling.

“I live for your pleasure,” I almost shout. And push back onto his fingers. Deep, deep, to the knuckles. Maybe a bit past. I have never done this before. It makes me cry out. The King moans luxuriously in my ear. I'm in complete ecstasy, and the pleasure is exquisite, but it is the King's pleasure that makes me moan.

“Very good,” the King says.

Without removing his fingers completely, the King moves around to the front of me, his arm stretched across my back with one fingertip pawing at my ass still. His magnificent cock is bobbing directly in front of my face. It is everything I can do not to part my lips, reach out, and take his hard, throbbing cock into my mouth. My eyes are unfocused. I am completely cock-crazed. It takes all my decades of preparation and will to resist sucking on that hard, perfect piece of throbbing, veiny man-flesh inches from my lips. For a moment, I am reminded of my dog, my hand stretched out with a morsel, saying, “Wait for it...”

“Good,” the King says. A bead of precum emerges from the tip of his cock and if something doesn't happen soon, I am definitely going to burst. The King pulls his finger from me and it feels like the grace of God leaving my body. He stands up fully, the precum on his cock begins drooling down towards the floor between us. I cannot stop staring.

Finally, I open my mouth, breathing heavily. His cock bobs slightly before my face. My head spins with a vision of the cum of the King filling my mouth, invading my throat, and filling my stomach with his power and majesty. I would drink every royal drop. But I don't take him in. I serve at the pleasure of the King. I wait. After a moment, the King takes a few steps back from me. I can't help the guttural whine that escapes my throat.

“Yes,” the King says. “I think you'll do.”

The King reaches out his hand and pulls my chin up, forcing me to look into his eyes. The entire universe is there. His smile is the only joy I need. I am looking into the face of God. “You will train to take a cock of my length and girth,” the King says to me. “It will take several of my men stretching you out for a while, but you must remember each time, they do so in my Name.”

“I serve at the pleasure of the King,” I say, my heart racing. I must be dreaming. I am not this fortunate.

“Yes,” the King says. “Serve me faithfully, and you shall be called to my bed some nights. But you will no longer serve me should you fail to please me.”

The thought of failing the King has never showed its ugly fearful face in me. I fall to my knees before him. “My Lord,” I say firmly, “I shall never fail you. I give myself to you body and mind, to do as you please, from this day forward.” I stare deeply into his eyes. He is dazzling. He is the sun. He is a living god. He is everything and I will serve him mightily and without fail.

“Your obedience pleases me,” the King says. He distractedly fingers his nipple as he speaks, looking over his possession with shining eyes. His cock drool touches the floor in a long thin thread of ooze.

“I will obey you always, My Lord!” I shout.

The King smiles at me. He walks back to me, and bends down, lightly kissing my forehead. I feel there, with his kiss, pleasure, lust, joy, and a kind of benevolence. My cock throbs wildly. I am so afraid I'm going to cum. After kissing my forehead, the King stands upright, and places his hand beneath the heft of his royal cock, lifting it to me. His cockhead drips with precum. My heart is joy. My soul is his Service.

“You may kiss me now, Sixty-Six, my newest plaything,” he says.

I lean forward, my lips open, and I kiss the end of his hard, salty drooling cockhead. I swirl my tongue to take in all the thick creamy fluid. My tongue lingers beneath his heavy glans, tasting every nuance of his royal precum. My lips close over the head of my King's powerful cock.

“And you may cum,” the King says. And I shoot. I'm not touching myself. But I shoot and shoot and shoot, crying out, more cum than I've ever shot before. The King smiles. Laughs. I am a almost weeping, a besotted dog of lust and cum and obedience, cumming out my gratitude before the King.

The King pulls on his long thick cock, a glob of precum sliding onto his fingers. He holds his fingers to my lips. As I lick them clean, eyes closed, completely lost in Him, the King says, “Well done, my good and obedient servant.”

His cum is all the nourishment I will ever need. His desire is my only desire. He is my King, and my King is everything.

Cabana 2: Second Cock

Straight ahead of me, walkin’ my way, is the tallest, broadest-shouldered, hairiest, Latin muscle monster I’ve ever

“El gallo segundo es Vincente!” Hector shouts again, and the crowd roars. 

Second rooster? What the hell is Hector saying?

The muscle monster, whom I assume is Vincente, has the most evil grin on his face and I swear to Christ it looks like he’s droolin’. Handsome as fuck. Pecs like slabs of steak covered in dark fur. Abs like you only see in advertisements for bluejeans. His cock is a fat tube of meat swinging hard and loose over a huge hairy ballsack. 

I look down at Ramon, whom I’m bent over, on all fours. Ramon is grinning like a madman. 

“You like Vincente, señor,” he says. “All like Vincente.”

I lift off my hands to stand upright on my knees, but Vincente’s meaty hand pushes me back and I fall onto my hands and knees again. Vincente drops to the floor behind me and suddenly my ass cheeks are pulled wide apart and I feel his stubbly chin rubbing between them.

God, I haven’t been rimmed in ages. And suddenly wham! his hot, wet, pointy tongue pokes out and strokes my asshole. It’s like thunderbolts exploding up my spine.

“Aww, damn!” I shout. My whole body is on fire from the pleasure of this musclegod’s tongue in my ass. My eyes are closed, focusing on the waves of electricity. Vincente licks up my ass crack with a flat wet tongue, his slobber moistening my entire buttcrack. His pokes at my hole like a little red cock, and I gasp at how good it feels, then he sticks his face between my cheeks and scratches with his beard stubble again.

“Ung,” I moan. “God!”

Somehow Ramon has slid out from underneath me, and when he’s completely free, I collapse onto my elbows, my ass high and completely Vincente’s. He’s got my ass cheeks wide and I’m pushing back into his manly face and his tongue is lapping my asshole and every nerve in that muscley ring of mine is tingling. 

My cock is hard and swaying with the movement of his face and it’s droolin’ the last drops of cum from before. Ramon kneels down by my side and begins to slow stroke my cock, milking every drop out and teasing my cock hard again.

Suddenly, the pressure from Vincente face is gone and my butt is left high and dry. I kind of crumple up onto my side, feeling the good throb in my ass. From here I can see Vincente. His back is to me. Amazing broad V of his back muscles leading to the strongest, roundest most perfectly muscled ass I’ve ever seen. Dusting of fur above the massive globes of his butt. Artists should study that ass.

Vincente’s putting on a condom. He turns back and looks at me. There is no nice in his eyes. It’s pure lust. Unadulterated desire. Dom of doms. No wonder everybody likes Vincente. 

He turns and kneels at my feet. He lifts one of my legs to one side of him so I’m layin’ on my back flat on the floor with a leg on each side of his spectacular form. His long, hard, condomed cock is pointing straight at my asshole like a compass needle to magnetic north.

Christ, I don’t know if I can do this. This guy’s a monster.

“Oso! Oso!” the crowd begins a low chant.

I take a few deep breaths as Vincente grabs me by the hips and, through sheer damn strength, pulls my hips up onto his broadly muscled thighs. The tip of his big cock presses into my ballsack. My belly crumples into a big heap of fat and flesh and fur as I reach up and grab my knees and pull them apart and to the sides of my belly, bringing my ass even more in line with Vincente’s tool .

“Vincente! Vincente!” the crowd chant. “Oso! Oso!”

I grit my teeth, ready for a serious reaming.

Directly above my head, the beautiful broad face of Hector appears. He kneels down, so it looks like he’s upside down, squatting over me. He has stripped naked. His fat uncut cock bobs right above my forehead.

“Hector,” I say dreamily. Hell, I feel almost drunk with lust and the fear of this monster at my ass. My hand automatically reaches for Hector’s cock (hey, I’m only human!) but I quickly remember to go back to holdin’ up my leg. Hector smiles at the effort.

“Señor,” Hector says. “Choosing Vincente is good luck. Good luck and bad luck.” He reaches his hand forward and rubs my belly lightly. I can feel Vincente’s huge cockhead nudge against my asspucker. This bastard’s going to rip me in half. 

“You will hurt now, mi amigo,” Hector says. “But soon you will feel... very, very good.”

I feel Vincente’s cock pushing into my asshole. It feels like a telephone pole havin’ it’s way me. Waves of nauseating pain shoot from my ass and slam up my belly. I start deep breathing trying to relax. The crowd roars their approval. 

Fuck,.it feels like I’m gonna pass out. The pain is shutting me down.

“Look in my eyes, señor,” I hear Hector say. I’m tryin’. I’m really tryin’.

“Aw, god!” I cry out between clenched teeth. Hurts like a son of a bitch. 

Yet within the pain, I want this manly monster more than anything. I bend my head forward and see the massive, hairy, muscular bulk of Vincente, his abs tensing, a trickle of sweat moving through the hair on his chest. His beefy hands grab the backs of my thighs and jackknife me even further. I push out as Vincente pushes in and I feel my ass muscles expand to include this huge intrusion of blood-pounding flesh.

I reach my hands up and take Hector’s face. Hector bends over and kisses me long and deep on the mouth. Vincente never stops, he is slowly pushing his cock further into my ass. I slam my hands against the slabs of hairy concrete that are Vincente’s pecs. I am folded in half and skewered and I’m not sure if I can do this at all.

Hector pinches my nipple and the sensation is earthshaking. It races from my nipple to my cock and asshole and my asshole relaxes and I shiver and gasp with the pleasure of it.

“Ah!” Vincente says. “Es mío ahora!” And he plunges his cock to the hilt. Hard.

For a half second I think I’m going to black out. The crowd roars. Hector bends down and kisses me on the lips. I feel the full length and fuckin’ breadth of Vincente’s cock deep inside me. I’m panting like an animal, and tears are comin’ out my eyes, and I’ll be damned if I ain’t also laughing! I’m laughing because of how fuckin’ good it feels.

We lay still a few seconds, my body adjusting to this massive skewering. Hector rubs my chest and my belly and gives me little kisses. 

“Oso!” someone yells. I turn my head and see a mass of men with hard cocks in their hands, their glistening eyes locked on what the three of us are doing.

Vincente waits patiently, his eyes closed in ecstasy since, well, I ain’t braggin’ here, but my asshole is pretty tight, having not seen a whole lot of action in the last few years and certainly nothing as ample as this thing. I squeeze my sphincter on his cock and Vincente’s eyes fly open.

He laughs low and toothy as he puts his hands in the crooks of my knees and begins a slow gentle pull out of my ass. It feels awesome, feeling that cock leave my body, and I growl a low growl, shivering all over. Vincente laughs. And when he speaks, he speaks quietly, but with the voice of a mountain range, low and rocky.

“Vincente...” he says, rolling his hips a bit as he slides his cock out my ass. “Vincente... big gallo,” he says, grinning. 

Fuck, yeah, man. Damn big rooster.

He stops his pull out and begins to move in again, a little faster this time. At the same time, Hector pinches my nipple and it feels like fire quenched by ice and I want to scream with how good it feels. I am being fucked by a mountain of muscle and fur. Vincente slides his cock in and slides it out and each thrust is a masterpiece and Hector laughs and pinches my nipple and rubs my belly, enjoyin’ the way I gasp with the good of it.

The crowd is groaning and moaning. I glance to the side and see that there are men fucking and sucking and jacking everywhere. Kneeling, bending, standing against the wall

I want it now. Fuck it. I got to have this guy.

“Bueno?” Hector says, looking into my eyes.

Fuck, yeah!

“Muy,” I yell. “Now fuck me!” 

I slam my fist down on Vincente’s rock-solid chest. It don’t make a dent, but I get his attention. He growls a low hungry growl and starts really fucking me. A cheer goes up. Vincente leans in and begins pounding my ass, his ass muscles flexing and unflexing, moving that monster dick in and out of me like a dog in heat. He grabs my shoulder with one hand, and pushes me even deeper down on his cock. 

“God!” I yell. “Aww!” It hurts so good.

I slap Vincente’s face. He grins. I slap him hard. There is pure anger in his brown eyes. Then he smiles again. I slap him once more. He grits his teeth and bangs his cock into my ass with a brutality I’ve never known.

“Ung, do it!” I yell. Slamming my fist on his hairy chest.

“Vincente wins you!” Vincente hollers as he bangs me hard over and over, without mercy. 

I wrap my arms around his waist, feeling the muscles of his back as they flex, thrusting his cock in and out my ass. Hector squats back up above my head, his cock leaning toward my face. He has put his hands on Vincente’s sloping, solid shoulders so he can squat lower. Hector’s cock comes toward my lips. I open my mouth and Hector’s cock slides in. His cock is hot moist rubbery foreskin and slippery eel muscle and salty precum ooze and I breathe through my nose and lift my head and I am being fucked at both ends now.

“Aw,” Hector cries out. “Oso macho grande!”

“Si,” Vincente growls. “Mi gran oso!”

Vincente pounds my ass and Hector’s cock slides deep down my throat and I am mad with lust and taking it all like a pro. I can feel the skin of Hector’s cock sliding loose down the length of his hard veiny shaft and my tongue works overtime to please this patient, sexy man.

The men all around are groaning and cheering and soon I’m feeling hands reaching out and touching my belly and chest and pinching my nipples and rubbing my sides and I see hands all over Vincente’s muscular mass and Hector’s body is covered with men’s hands as I’m ass-fucked and face-fucked into bliss.

Suddenly Vincente roars, loud as a fuckin’ tiger.

I feel his cock contract as it shoots wad after wad of hot jizz. “Vincente!” he roars, white teeth blazing, lifting his arms in a spectacular muscleman pose. 

Hector gasps. “¡Dios mío!” he screams and his cock bursts loads of cum deep into my throat and mouth. God, I’m going to drown here! I struggle to swallow and breathe at the same time, but it ain’t all that damn easy.

Hector’s cock drains of buckets of hot salty cum. It’s dribblin’ out my mouth, but I don’t care. My tongue laps at that hard cock, licking out each pearly drop. Pretty quickly he gets ticklish and yanks his cock out my mouth with a plop!

Muscle monster Vincente shivers and shudders as the last drops of his cum fill the condom still deep inside me. I ease my legs down with a groan (I ain’t no spring chicken!) and the action of doing so slowly slides his cock out of my ass. It’s excruciating, feeling the emptiness his cock makes as it leaves my body. Vincente puts his hands on my belly; his brown eyes are shinin’ like licked brown M&M’s. Sweat courses down his hairy chest across his slabby abs. We are all breathing heavily, looking at each other.

“Amante,” Vincente says as he wraps his massive arms under my body and lays his head down on my belly. I laugh. Hector leans over and kisses me, lappin’ up the cum that’s dribbled onto my face. 

“I didn’t forget you, Hector,” I say to him, kissing him back.

“Gracias, señor,” Hector whispers, smiling. 

Hector stands and shouts in a commanding voice: “El gallo está aquí!” and a chorus of voices go out crowing loud rooster calls.

The Rooster is here! Cock-a-doodle-doo!

Farmboy

“Goddamn, Mikey,” I say between puffs on my cigar. “How many times you going to cum in that guy?”

Mikey grins that goofy grin I love him for and shrugs his shoulders. “I don’t know, bearman,” Mikey says. “I guess I’ll keep cummin in him ‘til he’s full.”

Mikey laughs, sweat’s rollin’ off his forehead. He’s banging Terry’s partner up the butt. Terry’s leaning back in his seat, getting his cock sucked by the partner, who’s getting his ass raped by Mikey. I’m just watchin’ for now.

I chuckle and take another puff on my cigar.

Four of us bears just hangin’ and bangin’ in the bathhouse common area – a clean, retro 60’s-style circular sunken seating area. I’m sittin’ here naked as the day Thor made me, suckin’ on my stogie and playin’ with my cock while I watch my friends go at it. Mike’s whalin’ away on Terry’s partner’s butt and I have no idea how that man can concentrate on sucking his partner’s cock with the ass pounding he’s getting. But then I could never really multitask well.

“Fuck,” Terry coos in that velvety manly bass of his. “Suck that cock, boy.” Terry’s a guy I just met about half an hour ago, he and his partner… what’s his name. Terry is a tall beefy black man in his mid-thirties. His hands are the size of manhole covers. He’s smooth, definitely a dedicated top and he’s a chubby chaser who has a challenging veiny purple cock and some amazing dangly balls.
 
His partner (damn, I can’ t remember his name for the life of me) is a bald guy, might be Arabic or something. Chubby, covered in thick black fur, dark sensuous fuck-me eyes. Nice upcurved cock bobbing back and forth while his butt’s fucked. His hands are always on some part of Terry’s body, but I learned a few minutes ago he don’t mind sharing. He takes Mike’s and Terry’s cocks like a trooper.

“You should get in on this, bearman,” Mikey says, humpin’ away. “You could fuck me and we could make a whole train of it.”

I exhale the spicy smoke of my cigar. “Patience, my friend,” I say to Mikey.

How do I describe my old friend and fuck buddy Mikey? He’s my age, late forties, short and barrel-chested with a devilish handsome bearded grin and a nice hard playful prick and did I mention the guy’s hairier than any gorilla ever was?

My cock is starting to recover from the excellent blowjob Terry’s partner gave me twenty, thirty minutes ago and it’s hard enough that I need to skin the foreskin back. There’s precum beading at the tip, mixin’ in with the dried cum from before and I squeeze the base of my cock just to feel the good horny feel of it. Maybe I should join in.

The sound of Mikey’s lubed and condomed cock sliding in and out of the guy’s hole and the slapping of his balls and the sucking noises of the partner’s mouth on Terry’s cock is really turning me on and I’m about to stand up and fuck Mikey when...

“Jesus, where’s that kid from? Iowa ?”

When Terry says this, of course, we all turn our heads to look. Even Terry’s partner – his mouth jammed full of Terry’s big ol’ cock – turns his eyes to see what we’re looking at.
 
Standing by the entry is some kid. Yeah, “kid” is pretty accurate. Can’t be much more than nineteen or twenty. Looks like he’s just walked in off the farm. Literally. He’s a tall drink of water with an open-faced innocent look. Blond hair, straight and unruly. Wearing a pair of bib overalls with no shirt beneath it, he has the kind of natural musculature you get from honest labor, as opposed to the strictly defined muscles bought at the gym.
 
His eyes are open wide, taking us all in. Real wide. Like fuckin’ dinner plates.
 
“Hey, Huck!” Mike shouts, never slowing his thrusting. “Huck Finn! Come over here and join us!”
 
Mike is not shy. The rest of us chuckle softly.
 
The kid’s eyes focus on Mike who grabs Terry’s partner’s butt and starts pullin’ his dick all the way out before thrusting back in and pulling it all the way out and thrusting in. Terry’s partner gasps arching his back, feeling the ecstatic stabbing of Mike’s meaty cock up his butt. Hell, it even impresses me.

“Whee!” Mike says, raising his hands like he’s on a fuckin’ roller coaster.

The kid swallows like his throat’s gone bone dry, but he stays frozen as a deer in the headlights. Poor kid. It’s obviously his first time in a bathhouse. Maybe his first time seeing a naked man fucking another naked man sucking another big ol’ naked man.
 
I lean forward and speak slowly and easily, like a man approaching a skittish horse.
 
“Don’t worry,” I say. “No one here’s going to hurt ya.”
 
The kid’s almost as tall as I am.. His skin is peachy smooth as… well, as a peach. The kid looks at me. Looks down at my cock. His boney adam’s apple rises and falls again.

“You look like my daddy,” the kid says. His voice is a baritone buzz and there’s a slightly, though not distinctly, Southern twinge to his accent. He has a killer smile.
 
“Well, son,” I say. “I bet your daddy never let you watch him play with his dick, now did he?”
 
A shiver runs up the length of the kid’s body. “No, sir,” he says. “I reckon not.” The crotch of his overalls are tented in a spectacular lump and I don’t mind tellin’ you, I’m startin’ to get my own woodpile goin’ as well, only mine is right out in the open, bobbin’ up and down like it’s making a judgement on what it’s seein’ and sayin’ yessiree this could be fun.
 
The other guys are chucklin’ at the kid and at my boner and I give them a dirty look. But they keep at what they’re doin’, showin’ the boy how it’s done.

“Come here, boy,” I say, pointing to the seat between me and Terry. He walks slowly down into the seating circle and steps up to the empty place between us. “You ain’t from arond here, are you?” I say, moving my arm slowly up the side of his torso. His skin is soft and my fingers find a nipple and circle it gently. He closes his eyes a moment.

“No sir,” he says. “I never...” His voice halts as I lightly pinch his nipple between my forefinger and thumb. His breath draws in. “They don’t have places like this back in Colorado.”

I chuckle. “Bet not,” Mikey says. He’s pulled his cock out of the guy’s butt and is slappin’ it against his asscheeks. The kid watches a moment before Mikey plunges his cock to the hilt again.

“How old are you, boy?” I ask, squinting up at him.

“Nineteen,” he says. “But I ain’t all that innocent.”

“Whoo whoo!” Terry says. He’s put his hands behind his head, showing the tight black curls in his armpits. His partner is setting up a steady rhythm now, sucking up and down the length of Terry’s prodigious cockshaft and I got to tell you I’m thoroughly impressed with how much cock that guy can stuff down his throat without gagging.

“I aint,” the kid says. He steps over to Mikey and kisses him right on the mouth. I can see tongues moving between them and lips wet and soft and the boy groans and goddamn it’s a pretty hot sight. Mikey stops pumping, distracted for a moment by this kid’s kiss, but he keeps his cock firmly up the guy’s butt. He reaches up and unhooks one of the straps of the boy’s bibs, It’s enough for the whole thing to slide off his shoulders and to the floor.

The kid pulls back and stands up straight. Looks square at me, almost defiant.

“Holy fuck,” Mikey says. Terry whistles and even Terry’s partner turns his eyes again to see.

And Mikey’s right. That ain’t no innocent farmboy’s dong. Maybe an innocent farm horse’s dong. It is white as ivory with thick blue veins down the length of the uncut shaft. The cockhead looks fresh as a pear and it is the longest, thickest meaty tube of meat I’ve seen in some time. I mean, bigger than Terry.

“I guess you aren’t all that innocent, are you, son,” I chuckle, setting my cigar beside me away from the action.

He smiles at me with a wicked farmboy grin. “I like it when you call me son,” he says. He steps forward and pushes my legs apart with his knees. Instinctively I grab for that huge piece of meat danglin’ in front of me. It’s not even fully hard yet.

“Damn, boy,” I laugh. “You got a lifetime of pleasure ahead of you.”

The other guys laugh.

“So let’s get started,” he says. He places his hands on my thighs as he kneels down between my legs. When he’s on his knees, he leans forward and our lips meet. He tastes like bubble gum. He smells like cut grass. My hands go around his muscular back and pull his body close to me. My cock presses up against his belly and oozes precum all over him.

“Goddamn, son,” I whisper, when he comes up for breath.

I feel him shiver beneath my hands. “Yes, Papa?” he says. The kid reaches out his hand and wraps his fist around my cockshaft. I take in a quick breath because goddamn I tell you it feels mighty good.
 
“It’s so soft,” he says, startled. This makes the guys laugh and the kid blushes a little. “Well, I mean, it’s hard, but it’s so soft, too.”

Damn, it could make your heart melt.

“It’s yours, son,” I said. “You take your time and do whatever you’d like.”

The kid leans down and licks the precum off the tip of my cock. The sensation of his tongue on the sensitive cockhead sends jolts of electricity up my spine and my cock throbs in his hand. He opens his mouth and I watch as he sinks his lips slowly down over my cockhead until all of it is in his wet, warm mouth and I feel his tongue moving beneath it, and I feel like I could explode it’s so fuckin’ good.

“Watch your teeth, son,” I say softly.

“Like a lollypop,” Terry’s partner says. I almost forgot they are there. Terry hasn’t moved, but his partner has turned around and is now squatting into Terry’s lap, Terry’s monster cock moving in and out of his butt. Terry’s partner is reaching forward, tweaking Mike’s nipples as Mike slaps his cock back and forth in the air, watching the kid and I.

The kid looks up at me and pulls off my dick. “Is that good?” he says.

“Like a pro,” I say.

He moves down again and slurps my cockhead into his mouth in one swift move. Makes me gasp.

“Use your saliva and moisten your way down,” Terry’s partner teaches from the side. I can hear the slap, slap of his ass going down on Terry’s cock and Terry is groaning a little. Sounds like Barry White when he groans. Terry’s eyes are closed and focusing on the cum that’s bound to be gettin’ ready to pop out him soon.

The kid sinks all the way down my cockshaft until his nose is pressed into my bush.

“Aw damn,” I growl. He pulls slowly back and then dives down again.

“Damn, bearman,” Mikey grunts. “That boy’s a natural.”

The kid is suckin’ my cock well now. Mikey has stepped up behind him to get a good view and he’s wankin’ on his cock, not like he wants to cum, but like he wants to keep that edge going. Terry’s partner is making little cries, feelin’ Terry’s cock slamming across his prostate. Terry’s partner’s cock is slapping up and down as he fucks himself on Terry’s pole.

“You gonna make me cum, boy,” I say. My hand is on the back of his neck, ‘cause it feels so good I want to cum in him and let him taste me. But the kid makes this protest sound and I take my hand away and he pulls off my cock which is really flowin’ with precum now.

“No,” he says. “I want to do what he was doing,” pointing to Terry’s partner.

“You mean, get fucked?” I say, kind of skeptical that this kid can do all this when just a second ago he was touching his first cock.

“Yeah,” he says. “While I suck him,” he adds, pointing back to Mikey.

I look up at Mikey who is grinning and shaking his head. “Ambitious little bastard, ain’t he?” Mikey says. “But I’m game if you are, bearman.”

I look down at the kid and take his chin into my hand. Such an innocent face. Such beautiful tadpole green eyes. “You can stop anytime you want, son,” I say. “You just tell me, okay?”

“Okay,” he says. He leans in and kisses me. “I trust you, papa,” he adds.

I stand and trade places with Mikey. Terry starts making these barking noises and his body is jerking up and back with his partner hollering, “Yeah! Yeah! Yeah!” and we can tell Terry’s partner is gettin’ his butt filled with thick, hot cream.

I roll a condom down on my cock and squeeze a little lube from the bottle onto my cock and into my hands. The boy is already bent at the waist suckin’ on Mikey’s cock. Mikey’s eyes are squinted shut and his mouth is making an “o” shape and you can tell he’s in cocksucker heaven right now.

I slip a lubed up finger in the kid’s butt. He’s tight, but not too bad and I suspect that even if he’s never had a man’s cock up his butt, this farmboy has found other things to play with there.

“You ready, son?” I ask. He’s too deeply involved with Mikey’s cock and Mikey’s starting to let loose some animal-like noises of his own. From the corner of my eye, I see Terry deep tongue kissing his partner, each in each other’s arms. I touch my cock to the kid’s pucker and gently push. The head moves in. I feel the tight resistance and hear the boy come off Mikey’s cock long enough to draw some breath in.

“Relax, kid,” Mikey says, petting his hair. “Make like you’re shitting.”

I wait until I can feel he’s ready before sliding another inch or two in.

“Aw, papa!” he says.

I freeze. “Too much?” I say.

“It hurts,” he whispers. “But it’s so good.”

Mikey grins his bearded handsome grin. “Yeah,” he says. “Know that feeling.”

“More,” the kid says.

I hold onto the kid’s hips. His ass is so white and blushing with the blood rushing to that place and I slowly slide my cock deep into his butt and it feels like fire and it feels like heaven and I growl a long low growl as I feel my pubes hit asscheeks.

“Oh!” the kids says. “Oh! That’s what it is.”

Terry’s partner is jacking off now, completely attentive to Terry’s tongue which is fucking in and out of his partner’s mouth. His partner cums all over Terry’s rippling stomach.

I begin fucking the kid slowly. The kid groans and sinks his face back down on Mikey’s cockshaft. We find a rhythm, my cock in his ass, his mouth on Mikey’s cock. Mikey starts to seriously groan as the kid goes wild, fucking Mikey’s cock with his mouth and the sight of this is such a fuckin’ turn-on that I begin really bucking my hips into this kid’s butt and my cock is slamming down into this kid’s guts and it feels so fuckin’ hot.

“Goddamn, bearman,” Terry says. “Fuck that boy.”

“Damn, yeah,” I growl and fuck him in earnest. My cock is rock hard and smashing into this kid’s guts and I feel my balls jerking up, gettin’ ready to cum and I see that the kid has both fists on that donkey cock of his and is jacking it while sucking voraciously on Mikey’s cock.

This is too much.

“I’m going to shoot,” I say. Mikey yells first, though.

“Ah! Ah! God!” he shouts as he pumps load after load of Mikey jizz into the kid’s mouth. The kid’s kind of gagging a little and cum is running out his mouth and down Mikey’s shaft and no one cares and my cock says, that’s it and Bam! I’m shooting a wad of hot bear jizz in the condom deep up this kid’s butt and I shoot again and again and again and I don’t know when’s the last time it’s felt this good.

“Oh!” the kid says and his cock shoots out all over Mikey’s calves and shins and some even makes it up onto Mikey’s cock and balls and that boy’s cum is thick and ropey as only a young man’s cum can be.

I slap the kid lightly on the rump and pull my cock out of his butt.

“Goddamn, that was magnificent,” Terry says. He and his partner are arm in arm watchin’ Mikey and the kid and I, as we’re stooped and sitting, tryin’ to catch our breath, covered in cum and sweat and grinnin’ like a bunch of monkeys.

“You are a fine bottom, kid,” Mikey says. “You should be proud.”

I help the boy to a standing position. He wipes a wad of cum off his horse dick and shoves it in his mouth.

“A bottom?” he says. He looks up at me and smiles. “I ain’t no bottom. I’m a top.” He shakes his cock at Mikey who laughs and rolls his eyes.

“Good lord,” Terry says.

I laugh, putting my arm around the kid.

“Well, boys,” I say, “Looks like we’re all in for a long night.”