The New Recruit Pt. 02

It’s Friday evening, and the gang (Eric, Stu, and Brian) and I had gathered at my play space, just to let off steam. We’re all naked, there’s some over-produced commercial porn on the tv, and a half-dozen open cans of beer sitting in various random locations. Brian is on his knees with Stu’s cock halfway down his throat. Eric and I are on one of the couches, jacking off, watching at each other. It’s kind of like a staring contest, only with edging thrown in. We each jack off for thirty seconds, doing our best not to cum. You are not allowed to close your eyes or look away. Each thirty-second jack off session is followed by a fifteen-second cooling off period. For me, looking at Eric working his thick cock makes this a particularly difficult endeavor and I take full advantage of the breaks.

It’s been over three months since our session with you, the young man we abducted from the 7-11 parking lot. None of us have seen you in the interim, and we figured that you’ve decided to stay away. At least you hadn’t reported us to the police.

We all jump when there’s a knock at the door. “Did someone order pizza?” Brian asks, barely removing Stu’s cock from his mouth. None of us had. Eric and I declare the contest a draw, and with precum dripping from my stiff dick, I make my way to the top of the stairs. I look through the peephole and see a young man dressed only in a t-shirt and shorts shivering in the cool evening. He knocks again, and I open the door a crack.

“J-j-j-Jake?” you stammer, teeth chattering. I immediately recognize you. You’ve grown a nice short beard since we saw you last, and it suits you well.

“C.J.!” I exclaim, throwing the door open. “Get your shivering ass in here!”

You glance nervously at my dripping cock. “C’mon man. We have the space-heater going. Get yourself warmed up!”

You make you way down the stairs. Stu’s cock audibly pops out of Brian’s mouth. Eric is in the middle of shooting a load and doesn’t notice you at first, since his eyes are closed and he’s moaning loudly. Stu glances over and smiles. Brian gets to his feet and comes over to greet you, his body hair damp with sweat and his cock swinging like a pendulum. Eric has finished shooting jizz all over himself and comes over as well, cum still dripping from his softening cock. The four of us surround you and embrace you all at once, leaving tracks of cum and precum on your clothing.

“Um, hi there guys,” you say nervously. “I got locked out of my apartment when the door closed behind me, and I didn’t want to wait outside for my girlfriend to get home. I remembered where this place was, and I thought I could warm up here.”

“C’mon over by the heater,” I tell you. You stand close to the warm unit and stop shivering.

“We’ll warm you up,” Brian says, stroking his dick suggestively. The rest of us give him a look that says, “Not now, doofus!”

You appear ill at ease. “Well, the truth is, I’ve been thinking about that night a lot,” you say nervously. “I know you guys weren’t out to hurt me, but you really scared me there!”

“We’re sorry, man,” I say, not entirely honestly. The fact is, you had given off a definite sense of interest in what we were doing to you after the first few minutes.

“You guys opened my eyes a bit,” you say reluctantly. “The fact is, I’d been thinking about doing stuff with guys ever since I started college. I just never wanted to tell anyone. I was raised as a conservative Christian and my family frowns on that sort of thing.”

You continue, “Ever since that night, I can’t get the idea out of my head. Even when I have sex with my girlfriend, I can’t help but think about having my dick in that guy’s ass,” you say, nodding istanbul travesti toward Eric. “It actually helps me get off sometimes!”

“The beard looks good on you,” I say, trying to make you more comfortable.

“You think so?” you reply. “My girlfriend isn’t sure about it yet. She doesn’t like kissing me with it. But it’s not like she kissed me that much before I grew it. And now she absolutely won’t let me go down on her.”

By now, you have warmed up enough to move away from the heater. We all move over to the couches, being careful not to let you sit in the deposits of lube and cum. “I feel overdressed,” you say with a nervous smile. Before we can say anything, you’ve stripped off your t-shirt and shorts, pulling your cell phone out of your pocket and putting it on the table. You’ve gone commando, so once you kick off your shoes, you’re completely naked. Your dick is slightly distended and is visibly throbbing.

“Damn, man,” Brian says. “You look great naked!”

“So do you guys!” you smile and blush, but you don’t seem quite as embarrassed as I might have expected. Your cock is definitely lengthening, and we all notice. Without a word, you reach over and wrap your hand around Brian’s dick. You start stroking it slowly, and Brian’s cock responds quickly, getting longer and thicker. Brian takes your now stiff dick in his hand and does the same.

“Fuck, man, I’ve wanted to come back every day since that night!” you exclaim. “I think about how much fun it was, even though I was scared to death!”

You lean over and take Brian’s cock in your mouth. Brian sighs and closes his eyes.

We’re all hard again, watching Brian’s cock engulfed in your mouth, your new beard brushing against Brian’s plentiful pubic hair.

“Let’s move this over to the bed,” I suggest, standing up and leading the way.

Soon the bed is a tangle of arms and legs. Kissing, sucking, rimming, stroking…it’s even hotter than the first time the five of us were together. That’s mostly because you are relaxed and take the initiative as often as not. You manage to choke Stu’s monster down your throat, and to wrap your lips around Brian’s thick tool once again. With trepidation that quickly turns to lust, you rim your first male asshole, lucky Eric! Finally, you turn to me, give me a surprisingly good blow job, and even taste my ass. We end up in a sixty-nine while Brian rims you and Stu rubs the head of his cock against my damp hole.

“I want to get fucked,” you say, suddenly. While all of us had wanted that to happen since the first time, I was probably the only one who wasn’t surprised that you wanted it now.

“Um, okay,” I say haltingly.

Eric jumps into action, telling you, “Let’s go get you cleaned out, man.” He guides you to the bathroom, which is well stocked with all the necessities for preparing for anal sex.

The bathroom door is closed, and we can hear water running along with occasional giggling. Eric and you are in there for about five minutes. You emerge first, drying your ass with one of the dozens of white towels I keep in there. “He’s all clean,” Eric announces. “Not fresh, but clean.”

“Just the way we like it,” Stu says with a chuckle. We understand that Eric has used fresh water to clean your ass, inside and out. No soap, so your manly scent is mostly intact.

Brian, Stu, and I are all sitting expectantly on the bed, cocks hard as rocks. You survey us. You point at Stu: “Too big!” You point at Brian: “Too thick!” Then you point at me: “Just right!”

I laugh and say, “Hear that, guys? Finally a reward for being average!”

I stand up and wrap my arms around you. I startle you by kissing you, gently istanbul travestileri at first, but as you relax and become more receptive, we both get more passionate. Our hard dicks are lined up right next to each other, and I’m definitely smearing precum on your thigh.

I move you to the bed as the other guys are standing around to observe. You and I make out for a while longer, with more and more passion: biting, licking, and of course, kissing. With you on your back, I move down and start sucking your dick, while at the same time rubbing a finger against your asshole.

“I want to stretch you out a bit,” I tell you. It may sound like an excuse for me to rim your hole for a while, but there is definitely something to be said for preparation.

I push your legs over your shoulders, revealing your hairy taint, furry buns, and tight, pink asshole. I sniff your taint and ass. “Well done, Eric,” I say. “He still smells like a man!” Eric bows. I turn and start working your hole with my tongue.

You are moaning. The other guys are getting hard watching us, and gradually they start stroking themselves. I alternate long periods of tongue work with some fingering. Each time it becomes easier and easier to stick one, then two, then three fingers into you. You never stop moaning.

Finally, the time has come. For your comfort, I don a condom. I apply lube to your hole and to the tip of my cock. I slowly and gently press against your sphincter. “Breathe, and then push back,” Eric the Expert advises. There’s a moment of resistance, but to my delight, you relax and my dick slides effortlessly into your ass.

As I enter you, your eyes widen and you take a deep breath. “Oh fuck,” you sigh. My initial strokes are slow, rhythmic, and deep. You grunt each time my cock is fully engulfed, and whimper when I nearly withdraw myself completely. Your cock is hard as a rock, and you’re stroking yourself. I know that the others are watching, masturbating themselves and each other, and offering encouragement and appreciation, but they’re way out of my consciousness at the moment. My eyes are locked on yours as my strokes get faster. Several times I feel an orgasm approaching, but I slow down and even stop for a few seconds to let the urgency pass.

After about ten minutes of fucking you, I can see that you’re reaching the point of no return. You’re stroking your dick faster and faster, your face is twisting into the most amazing expressions, and I can feel the beginnings of contractions in your ass. And then, a geyser of cum erupts from your dick. “Good boy,” I say as you soak your chest with five good shots of cum.

Eric is the first to add your contribution to the pool of cum on your chest, followed closely by Brian and then Stu. I am so turned on watching my friends cum–it’s one of my favorite things to see!–that I can’t hold off any longer. Still inside you, I unload five or six shots into the condom.

As soon as I regain some semblance of composure, I withdraw from your ass before my cock goes soft. The condom is full of spunk, and I carefully take it off my dick. Your ass is pulsing, and your whole body spasms periodically. Brian reaches over and grabs the condom from me, emptying it into his mouth. He grins at me as a few drops cling to his beard. “You cum pig,” I say, with a grin.

The only sound for the next fifteen minutes is heavy breathing as the five of us remain in a pile on the bed. Finally, we send you back into the bathroom so you can shower and wash all the sex off of yourself. We move back to the couches.

While you’re in the shower, your cell phone rings. The caller ID says “Jenny”, and of course, none of travesti istanbul us wants to answer it. You emerge from the bathroom, drying your hair with another white towel, your body pink from the hot water, your soft cock and elongated scrotum swinging back and forth hypnotically. You have what can only be described as a cock-eating grin on your face.

“You got a call while you were in the shower,” I say. “The caller ID said ‘Jenny’.”

“Yeah, that’s my girlfriend,” you reply. “I guess she’s wondering why I’m not home.” Your voice has a mix of annoyance and resignation.

Still naked, you listen to the voicemail she left, then return her call. “I’m fine, babe, I got locked out. I remembered some guys I met a while back who hang out not far from the apartment, so I came over and they’ve been warming me up,” you explain, while absentmindedly tugging on your cock.

Jenny sounds angry. “Yeah, no need to come over here. I can make it home myself now that I know you’re there.”

More shrillness on the other end of the line. “Yeah, I guess I could have called you earlier but I kinda forgot I had my phone until you called.”

More noise from Jenny. You interrupt her, “Yeah, okay, I’ll be home in a little bit,” and end the call. Your cock is distended and showing signs of getting hard again.

“You ‘locked yourself out’ on purpose, didn’t you?” I ask you.

“Caught me!” you reply with a wide smile. We all laugh.

Brian brings each of us another beer, and we sit on the couches, grinning lustfully at each other. We’re each stroking ourselves gently, watching each other doing the same thing. “Is this going to become a circle jerk?” Eric asks.

“I don’t know if I have it in me,” I reply, “but you know I can watch any of you jerk off any time.”

You are the first to become completely erect and there is now no question that you mean to cum again. The four of us watch and comment. “Fuck, work that big dick!” “Damn, that must feel good!” “You’re such a hot fucker!” Eric, Stu, and Brian are jerking as well, but you are clearly the center of our attention. You have broken out into a sweat, and keep alternating which hand strokes your cock and which fondles your balls or fingers your ass. Brian, Stu, and Eric are clearly enjoying themselves but not as much as they’re enjoying you. You’re loving being on stage.

Your phone rings again, but you don’t answer. We all know it’s Jenny. “C’mon you hot fuck,” I encourage you. “Blow your load. Let us see you cum again.”

“Yeah, I’m gonna cum,” Eric says, and, true to his word, he shoots a healthy load that arcs over his body and lands square in his face.

That proves to be the trigger for you, and you ejaculate seven times, with seemingly more volume that when you came earlier. Your cum lands with a splat on the table between the couches.

“Bloody hell,” cries Stu as his body trembles, his already huge dick gets longer, and six healthy doses of sperm shoot out of his cock, landing on the floor about fifteen feet away.

“Aw, shit,” Brian says, and, aiming his dick in my direction, erupts three massive shots, one of which lands on my beard, one on my chest, and one in my pubes, just inches from my dick.

We’re all still panting, recovering from our orgasms, when your phone rings. “What?” you answer in an impatient tone. We can hear Jenny’s shrill voice on the other end of the line. “I’m busy, Jenny, having sex with my friends!” you shout and end the call.

“I think I just broke up with her,” you say, without any sort of remorse. “I guess I’d better go and get my stuff out of the apartment. Time to look for a new place!” you say cheerfully. Still smelling of sweat and sex, you pull your meager clothes on, grab your phone, and head for the door. “Thanks, guys; I owe you a lot!”

It all happens so quickly that none of us manage more than a weak, “Bye, C.J.!”

“I have a feeling we’ll be seeing him again soon,” Stu says, after the door closes.

To be continued