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Brickport

by Max sprouse


“hey.” “hey.” “don’t get up.” “what time is it?” “about four.” “where have you been.” “brickport.” “brickport?” “yeah.” “oh . . . why?” “i went home with someone.” “oh.” “yeah . . . well.” “i see.” “go back to sleep.” “not yet . . . i was worried.” “i was o.k.” “i’m sure.” “hey.” “i know, i know.” “we said . . . ” “i know.” “go back to sleep.” “not yet . . . are you coming to bed?” “yes. just let me get undressed, alright?” “alright.” “what did you do tonight?” “nothing. read. watched t.v. waited for you.” “i told you i’d be home.” “yes, you did.” “move over.” “o.k. how’s that?” “fine.” “goodnight?” “goodnight.” “o.k. . . . goodnight . . . . . . are you asleep yet?” “jesus.” “i’m sorry.” “don’t apologize. look, if you want to, we’ll talk about this tomorrow. but right now, i want to go to sleep. i’m tired.” “i bet.” “hey.” “what?” “do you have something you want to say?” “no.” “no?” “no.” “then go to sleep.” “i can’t.” “why?” “where were you?” “i told you. brickport.” “is that where he lives?” “who?” “him . . . the guy you went home with.” “ . . . . . . actually, . . . . . them.” “ . . . . . . them?” “yeah.” “ . . . . . . oh . . . . . . i see.” “don’t.” “don’t what.” “just don’t.” “o.k., i won’t.” “we said . . . ” “i know what we said.” “fine. then drop it.” “no.” “what?” “no.” “then what do you want? what do you want me to say?” “tell me.” “what?” “tell me.” “what.” “everything.” “what?” “tell me everything.” “you don’t want to know everything.” “yes, i do.” “no, you don’t.” “what’s there to tell? what can’t you tell me?” “i can tell you. i just don’t want to.” “you don’t.” “no.” “tell me.” “no.” “tell me.” “no.” “tell me.” “why.” “because i want to know.” “why?” “because i do.” “why.” “so i can get over it.” “so you can get over it?” “yes.” “that would help you get over it.” “yes.” “how.” “i don’t know. but i know it would.” “it would.” “yes.” “alright then.” “yes?” “yes.” “oh . . . o.k.” “what do you want to know?” “where did you meet them.” “at the steelhouse.” “was it busy?” “not really.” “what happened.” “not much. i was talking to derrick when i saw them. then he left and one of them came over to talk to me.” “what did he look like.” “alright. kind of tall. blond. he looked like john paul. i think you’d know him if you saw him.” “mustache, kind of skinny.” “yeah.” “usually wears a black leather jacket with fringe?” “yeah, that’s him.” “his boyfriend’s shorter, dark hair, wellbuilt.” “yeah.” “they’re the ones you went home with.” “yeah.” “oh.” “are you sure you want to hear this?” “yes.” “are you sure?” “yes.” “the blond guy came over and said that he and his boyfriend wanted to know if i wanted to go home with them.” “just like that.” “just like that.” “what did you say.” “i told him yes.” “just like that.” “yes.” “you could have called.” “i didn’t have time.” “no, i guess you didn’t.” “don’t be this way.” “what way.” “you know what i mean.” “well, it’s the way i am. i can’t help it.” “do you want to hear or not?” “yes.” “are you sure?” “yes. what did you do then.” “his boyfriend came over and we talked.” “what are their names.” “the blond one is curt. his boyfriend is bill.” “what did you talk about?” “nothing much. they bought me a beer. then we left.” “that didn’t take long.” “no.” “where did you go.” “back to their place. they live in brickport. they bought a house there and they’re fixing it up.” “was it nice?” “not really. they’ve torn down walls and stuff. it was a mess.” “then what.” “we got there and they gave me a beer.” “and.” “and we talked.” “what did you talk about.” “nothing much. the house.” “did you tell them about me.” “no.” “why not.” “it didn’t come up.” “you could have brought it up.” “stop it.” “i’m sorry. what happened next.” “we were in the living room sitting on the couch. we were talking and then we started kissing.” “who kissed who first.” “curt kissed me.” “and then what.” “and then bill kissed me.” “and you were kissing back.” “yes.” “then what.” “we started fooling around.” “details.” “curt was kissing me and bill was kissing me and i was kissing them back. is that what you want to hear?” “yes.” “curt had his hand on my box. he unzipped my pants and took my dick out. he started sucking on it.” “go on.” “i got hard. bill was kissing me while curt was sucking my cock. and then they switched places. bill started sucking my cock while curt kissed me.” “keep going.” “keep going?” “yes.” “then curt took his cock out and i started to suck it.” “what was it like?” “you really want to know this.” “yes.” “it was long. uncut. thick.” “he had a big dick.” “yes.” “go on.” “i sucked his cock. then bill got his out and curt started sucking on him.” “what was his dick like.” “o.k. shorter than curt’s.” “thick?” “no. just a normal dick.” “then what.” “then we changed positions and i started to suck bill’s cock.” “did you like that?” “yes.” “then what.” “then we started to take our clothes off. on the couch.” “what did you do.” “we took our clothes off and then we kept sucking each other. bill would suck my cock for a while and then curt would suck it and i would suck them off.” “did you ever suck both of them at once.” “yes. i was on my knees and they were standing in front of me. they both put their cocks in my mouth and i sucked both of them at once. what are you doing.” “nevermind.” “this is turning you on.” “yes.” “you’re getting hard.” “yes.” “do you want me to go on?” “yes.” “yes?” “yes.” “i was on my knees sucking them both off. i kept sucking their cocks, especially curt, ‘cause his was so big. they were kissing. i was sucking them off while they were kissing each other. i was licking their balls too. i was taking their big hairy balls in my mouth and sucking on them. do you want to hear more?” “yes.” “do you want help with that.” “no. go on.” “so then i’m back on the couch again and their both sucking me off. bill has his mouth on my cock sucking me off and curt is licking my balls. then they’re both sucking me off. i start playing with bill’s tits. he has nice tits. they’re all hard and hairy. he gets up on the couch and puts one of them in my mouth. i start chewing on the nipple. that turns him on. he likes pain. so curt is sucking my cock while i’m chewing on his boyfriend’s tits. can i take mine out too?” “go ahead.” “look. we’re both hard.” “keep talking.” “so i’m there chewing on bill’s tits for a while and then we get up and go to the bedroom.” “yeah?” “yeah. we get in there and get in the bed. we keep sucking each other off. then i lay down on my back and curt gets over top of me and starts fucking me face. bill sucks my cock and curt fucks my face. he’s taking that big dick of his and shoving it in your boyfriend’s mouth. and i’m there eating it up. i like big cocks. i like having big cocks shoved down my throat. don’t you?” “yeah.” “yeah, i know you do. so i’m taking that big cock down my throat. then we move. bill gets up and puts his cock in my mouth while curt blows me. but then he turns around and puts his ass on my face.” “what do you mean?” “i mean he turns around and puts his asshole up against my mouth. then he leans down and starts sucking me off.” “what’s curt doing?” “watching. he watches me eat out bill’s ass. i take my tongue and stick it up that hairy asshole. i lick it real good. i lick his butt and i lick his asshole. i put my hands on his butt and spread it apart so i can get in there and eat his ass out real good. i keep eating his ass while he blows me.” “and curt’s watching you.” “yeah. he’s jerking off and watching us. then he gets in front of bill and makes bill suck him off while i’m eating out his ass.” “i’m getting close.” “slow down.” “what happened then.” “curt wanted to fuck me.” “yeah?” “yeah. he got some lube out and put it on his dick. he made bill get off of me and then he lifted my legs up in the air and put his dick in my ass.” “yeah?” “yeah. he shoved that big fat cock of his up my ass. i liked it. i liked it a lot. i like getting fucked by big dicks. so he took that big dick of his and shoved it up my ass. he held my legs up in the air and fucked my ass good.” “what was bill doing?” “watching. he was watching his boyfriend fuck me up the ass. he was talking to him. he was saying ‘yeah, fuck him. fuck his ass.’” “i’m getting close again.” “me, too.” “what happened then.” “then bill fucked me.” “no.” “yeah, curt got off of me and then bill stuck his cock up my ass. and then he fucked me. he fucked me too. both of those big hot studs fucked your boyfriend’s ass.” “fuck!” “yeah, both of them fucked my ass. they kept switching off. one of them would fuck me for a while and then the other one would fuck me. and while i was getting fucked by one of them i was sucking the other one off. you hear me? i was getting fucked by one of them while i was sucking the other one off. get over here.” “what?” “take your hands off your dick and suck my cock.” “fuck you.” “no, fuck you. now do it . . . yeah, like that. i want to watch you suck my cock while i tell you about how these two guys fucked me. yeah, those two hot guys fucked your boyfriend. and i sucked their cocks. yeah, suck it hard. yeah. bite down. fuck. yeah, bite my dick. yeah, harder. harder. yeah, chew on that fuckin’ cock of mine. you want to know what else we did. i fucked them too. don’t look at me like that. and keep your fuckin’ mouth on my cock. yeah, i fucked them with that cock you got in your mouth. tastes like lube and shit, don’t it? that’s ‘cause i fucked them with it. yeah, i took that cock and fucked them. i fucked bill first ‘cause i could tell that he wanted it real bad. i took my cock and shoved it up his tight little ass. and i fucked him real good. bite down. yeah. i fucked his tight little ass. and then curt fucked him and i watched. i watched curt fuck his ass and then i got so turned on watching curt fuck his boyfriend’s ass that i stuck my cock up his ass. yeah. i fucked curt while he was up bill’s ass. get your fuckin’ hand off your dick. suck my cock. yeah, i was fucking curt while he was fucking bill. you should have heard him groan while i fucked him. yeah, man, he was so fuckin’ turned on by me fucking him, he almost blew his nuts up his boyfriend’s ass right there. but i pulled him off and started fucking his boyfriend again while he watched. yeah, you picture that, man? can you picture me fucking those guys? yeah. and then we all started fucking each other. i would fuck bill and then bill would fuck me and then bill would fuck curt and then curt would fuck me. yeah, lick my balls. you heard me, fucker, lick my fuckin’ balls. yeah, i got fucked real good tonight. those two hot guys fucked my mouth and then they fucked my ass. and i sucked two big fat cocks. yeah, i liked sucking their big fat cocks and fucking their assholes. get back on my dick. can you taste their assholes on my dick? yeah, i took that cock and shoved it up their asses. and then they both fucked me again. lie down on the floor.” “what?” “shut up and lie down on the floor.” “why.” “just do what i fuckin’ tell you.” “why.” “’cause i said so, fuck. now do it. yeah. lick my ass. lick that hairy ass of mine. it’s still greasy, isn’t it? yeah, that’s where they fucked me. they both fucked your boyfriend’s ass. yeah, jerk your dick, baby. yeah, jerk on that big hard dick of yours. don’t come yet. you want to know why? you want to know why i don’t want you to come yet, baby. ‘cause i got something for you. you want to know what happened? you want to know what happened tonight, baby? i got fucked real good tonight, man. they both fucked me and they both came up my ass. bill was fucking me and came up my ass and then curt fucked me and came up my ass too. and it’s all still up there, baby. i’ve still got their cum up my ass. yeah, that turns you on, doesn’t it? you like that, don’t you? yeah, eat my ass real good, baby. you want to know what we did? bill fucked me first. yeah, he pounded my ass real good with that dick of his. and while he was fucking me i was jerking my dick off. and i came, baby. i came hard while he was fucking me, and then he shot his load straight up my ass. yeah, and then curt climbed on and he fucked my ass too and then he came up my ass too, baby. yeah. i got two hot loads of cum up my ass. and they’re still there. can you taste it, baby? can you taste them when you’re eatin’ my ass. i bet you can. and i bet it turns you on, too. yeah, i bet it turns you on to lick the asshole they were fuckin’. yeah, i know it does. and you want it, don’t you? yeah. i know you do. you want their cum in your mouth, baby. don’t you. you want me to shit their cum out of my ass so you can eat it, don’t you? yeah. jerk your dick, baby. you want your lover to shit those guys’ cum all over your face. yeah, you do, you fuckin’ slut. you want me to do that, don’t you? yeah, well here it comes, baby. yeah, i’m gonna shit their cum into your pretty mouth and i want you to eat it baby. i want you to eat their cum. here it comes, baby. oh, fuck. yeah, eat it. eat it all, baby. yeah, eat that cum. oh, fuck. i’m coming. yeah, eat that cum, baby. yeah, fuck. yeah, jerk your cock. yeah, go for it, baby. yeah, shoot that cum. go. go. go. yeah. yeah, that’s my baby. yeah, shoot your fuckin’ cum.” “fuck.” “jesus.” “fuck.” “damn.” “fuck.” “wow.” “fuck.” “damn.” “fuck.” “man, that was hot.” “yeah. damn. look at this mess.” “shit. you alright?” “yeah. damn.” “did anything come out?” “yes.” “it did.” “yes.” “did you swallow it?” “yes.” “you did?” “yes.” “you didn’t.” “i did.” “you fuckin’ slut.” “you fuckin’ whore.” “fuck you.” “no, fuck you.” “kiss me.” “alright.” “and you better put your fuckin’ tongue in my mouth.” “my pleasure.” and when we started kissing, when our tongues were in each other’s mouths, when we tasted the taste that was there, we got hard again.

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