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  “You’re going to make me come,” I managed to say.

  I caught Tim’s head between my palms, traced his lips with my fingers, felt where his lips ended and my prick began. Heat surged through me like a volcano gearing up to explode.

  “Let’s get on the bed,” Monty suggested.

  He gave me a little shove, urging me toward the king size bed in the center of the room. My prick slipped out of Tim’s mouth as he got to his feet. I reached out one hand and caught hold of Tim’s prick as we neared the bed.

  “I want to suck you,” I said to Tim. “I want you to cum in my mouth. I want to taste you.”

  He stifled a shiver as I pushed him down on the bed and fell on his crotch with my mouth. Suddenly all the years of waiting and wanting—all my uncertainty—seemed to disappear as I sucked his hot flesh across my tongue.

  “On your knees,” Monty said, grasping my buttocks.

  I pointed my ass in the air so Monty could ass-fuck me and Tim squirmed around until his head was between my legs and he could get my prick into his mouth. It was a lusty, hot, good fucking time!

  I could hardly keep my mind on sucking Tim’s rod with all the action going on at my crotch and asshole. Monty poked two fingers inside my orifice, then licked it a couple of times before I felt the round head of his prick pushing against my opening.

  “You’re tight,” he commented.

  By then I was on the verge of coming in Tim’s mouth and I knew Tim was close because he had his fingers tangled in my hair and was holding my head tight against his crotch. I could smell his lust, hear his rapid breathing, feel his perspiration against my cheeks.

  My asshole took on a new sensation as Monty pushed inside me. It hurt like hell at first, then it eased up a little when he started to pump in and out. He set a quick rhythm from the beginning, and unconsciously I tried to keep up with him as I sucked on Tim’s rod.

  “I’m coming!” Monty yelped.

  He really hammered my bung hole then, ramming his cock inside me with such a force that I almost lost Tim’s prick from my mouth.

  Suddenly Tim began to buck against my mouth. Then I felt his release. His cum shot down my throat in one quick gush.

  I felt Monty explode inside my asshole, felt his heat shoot inside me. He dug his fingers into my ass cheeks, giving me a painful warning of his orgasm.

  Then I felt the onset of my own orgasm. It gathered in my balls, made me suck in a quick breath.

  Yes! Yes! Yes!

  “Son-of-a-bitch!” I screamed, spitting out Tim’s semi-hard cock. White cum dribbled down my chin and all I could think about was working my prick against Tim’s delightful mouth. I pushed in as far as I could, savoring his hot mouth and feeling my juice gush against the back of his throat. Orgasm had never felt so good!

  I milked my cock in Tim’s mouth, savoring, taking my time, liking the way he rubbed my nuts and seemed to coax the final drops of cum from my body. I panted loudly, my mouth hanging open, the taste of Tim’s cum still on my tongue.

  My knees felt weak and when Monty pulled out of my asshole, I collapsed across Tim’s body, my cock still in his mouth. I just lay there for a moment, my body sweaty and sated; my mind trying to take in all that had just happened. I‘d just had sex with my old pal, Tim, and his lover, Monty.

  “Fucking good!” Monty exclaimed, stretching out on the bed.

  “You give good head, Tim,” I complimented.

  “You could use some practice,” Tim muttered.

  We all laughed at his comment.

  I rolled off Tim and lay on my side, facing Tim and Monty.

  “Nice reunion,” Tim said.

  He stroked my abdomen with one hand, trailing his fingers across my limp cock and cum-wet crotch.

  “Yeah,” I agreed. “How long will you be in town?”

  “Just for the weekend.”

  I felt disappointed. “Come to my house. Be my guests. Stay as long as you want.”

  “Oooh,” Monty exclaimed. “Sounds like you’re ready to fuck again.” He reached one hand to his crotch. He was already hard.

  I chuckled. “We have a lot of catching up to do.”

  Tim nodded and scooted across the bed to me. He pressed his lips to mine, stirring my emotions.

  “Yes. We do. And I’m looking forward to it.”

  ABOUT THE AUTHOR

  I’m a person of many interests. I’m a weekend explorer. I love to poke around in caves and look for artifacts. I’m a frequent visitor to the track—horseracing, when in season. I’m a small bucks investor, dabbling in real estate. I savor fine wine, love to relax in front of the fireplace, and I’m still in love with my mate—perhaps my greatest accomplishment. And erotica…ah…erotica. Is there any other form of writing that allows one to fully express one’s true emotions? Not as far as I know. I’ve read erotica since high school—when it was taboo to speak of Henry Miller. And I’m most free when I sit down at my computer and pen a short erotic story. Erotica makes my juices flow—and I hope some of my stories primes your pump as well.