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"The Burlington Mall Experience"
 by Brown Eyes
 Copyright (c) 1988, Brown Eyes and Doug's Den BBS.


Driving back from Burlington to Framingham this Friday afternoon, I put on
the radio and heard the temperature - 102 degrees. We were in the middle
of a heat wave that made everyone feel like moving to Alaska. I had the
air conditioning on high as I pulled onto 128 South, but the heat made the
inside of the car feel like a pressure cooker. Unfortunately, there was an
accident on the highway, and all the cars were backed up. I had to turn
the air conditioner off (so the car would not overheat) and open the
windows.

Traffic was at a standstill, and even with the windows open, there was no
small breeze of air to break the heat of the 3PM sun. I pushed the car
into neutral and laid my head against the back of the seat. I knew that I
had to conserve energy to keep cool, so I closed my eyes and started to
breath normally. It was so hot that my thoughts began to wonder into a
daydream - but this was not a fantasy, it was an account of the activities
that I had just been a part of at the Burlington Mall.


CHAPTER ONE: Breaking up the day.

It was Wednesday, and as hot as a whore's cunt. I decided to take the day
and spend it sitting in my air conditioned room in front of the computer.
I must have logged into every BBS in existence around the country when I
finally logged into one of my favorite Boston boards. I was relieved when
I saw one of my old friends online. We entered chat immediately.

Steve was at work, and we had not seen each other for a few months. We
typed away on the computer and then discussed having lunch together later
in the week. Friday was a good day for both of us, and since he worked in
Burlington, I agreed to meet him at the Burlington Mall at 12:00 Noon. I
asked him to confirm the next day, and then we jumped offline. I wrote in
my appointment book: "Lunch, 12:00, Steve, Burlington Mall, BayBank
machines."

The next day, I logged in and received an e-mail message: "Brownie -
looking forward to lunch tomorrow at the Mall - can't wait to see you
again - maybe we can rent a motel room? Love always, Steve." The thought
of seeing Steve again made me quiver. He was married, had two kids, and
was the epitome of a family man, even down to the clandestine rendezvous
that we had three months ago - complete with pictures of the wife and
children.

I thought back to that time we had shared and smiled from ear to ear. it
was like being in bed with a wild animal who had not eaten for months, and
I did not mind being the food to satisfy him. I still believe that I have
a few burns on my inner thighs where his mustache was grinding into me.
That was one night that I shall never forget. Of course, a repeat
performance might be entertaining, but that first time was the height of
ecstasy.

That night, I tried to go to bed early so that I could accomplish all the
errands that had to be done before I drove north to meet Steve. I closed
my eyes and tried, but the image of his throbbing cock made me feel more
and more awake. The sheet over my groin began to rise and I knew that I
could not wait until another 14 hours to release my passion. Tempting as
it was, I resigned myself to waiting - knowing that good things come to
those who are patient. When I awoke, my balls were swollen, and the
muscles in my stomach were in knots.

I got out of bed and took a cold shower to calm myself so that I could
carry out the tasks scheduled for this morning. The cold water fell on my
body and became instantly warmed by my burning flesh. As I soaped myself,
I ran my hands and fingers over ever inch of my chest and legs, avoiding
the crucial areas. I knew that the slightest touch would set me loose, and
I did not want to waste any chances to give Steve all that I had.

The events of the day went quickly, and I pulled onto the Mass Pike
heading for 128 at 11:15 AM. By the time that I arrived at the entrance to
the mall, it was 11:45 AM. Fifteen minutes early was just good enough to
sit down, have a cigarette, watch some of the people in the stores, and
mentally prepare for the afternoon of delight. The entrance that I needed
to use was blocked off, and there was a sign telling me to enter the mall
through Jordan Marsh.

I walked through the store and received many complimentary stares. I guess
that the white shorts, blood red tank top, and knee socks were a good
combination. I knew that I wanted to look good for Steve, and this was the
confidence builder that I needed. As I exited the store into the mall, my
eyes widened. I had forgotten about the construction that was started
about a year ago.

The entire inside of the mall was covered in scaffolding, and cluttered
with heavy machinery. Aside from the inanimate objects that possessed most
of the space, there were construction men that went along with the
equipment. As far as my eyes could see, the men milled around carrying
various objects such as tools, and planks, and blueprints.

If this was not the crowning glory to the already burning desire that was
inside me, I do not know what could have been. I made my way to the
BayBank ATMs to wait for Steve. On the way, I took careful notice of all
the renovations and the people who were working on them. Steve was in for
a LONG session of animalistic hedonism due to the sights that I beheld.

I sat against one of the pillars that surrounded the area. I watched
carefully for Steve, anxious for his arrival. I wanted to skip lunch and
run right over to the Howard Johnson's Motor Lodge across the street and
release the desires and feelings that I had. It was 12:10PM and Steve had
not yet arrived.


CHAPTER 2: A change in plans.

I looked at my watch and saw that it was 12:15PM now. Steve could have
been late, but at this point I did not care. It was Friday, and as we all
know, pay day. It was also lunch hour, and the construction men took the
opportunity to go to the bank and either deposit, or cash, the checks they
had just received. I found that where I sat was the prime vantage point
for the ensuing parade of studly hunks.

It was like attending a fashion show. Almost every man in the mall walked
down the corridor, past me, and to the ATMs. Each one holding check in
hand, and hurrying to get money for lunch. As they passed by, I made my
visual inspections of each one. Each possessed unique merits, and I had
never seen such a multitude of gorgeous males before in one place.

Because of the intense heat that day, the dress code was uniform. Each one
wore cut off denims, and either a half tee-shirt or a sweat-top with the
sleeves cut to the shoulders. I was expecting to see at least a few men
who were older, or had the paunchy physiques of a tired manual laborer,
but not one of them matched that description.

The other oddity that I noticed, was that as I semi-cruised the stream of
studs, at least HALF cruised back! This had to be my imagination, so when
they finished their business at the bank, I once again looked intently at
them. They also cruised me, and I knew that it was not a hopeful fantasy,
but the real thing.

As the procession waned, I looked at my watch to see how late Steve was.
It was 12:45PM and he was no where in sight. My heart sank as I realized
that he had stood me up - but was confident that he had a good reason.
There would be no way that he could miss the meeting that we set up
intentionally, for he was as excited as I was to be together again.

Figuring that the date was cancelled, I proceeded to look for a telephone
to call my answering machine and check for a message from him. On the way
to the phones, I noticed that the construction had halted, and the crews
were lining the corridors, sitting against the walls, eating and talking.
I felt wonderful as I passed by and received a few looks, a few smiles,
and two comments about my tight ass.

I located the row of telephones and called my machine. There was a message
from Steve. "Brownie, sorry for not showing up. The boss was in a rampage
and we all had to skip lunch today. I hope you get this message before you
wait too long for me - I really looked forward to being with you again.
Maybe we can reschedule for next week?"


CHAPTER 3: Nature calls.

After getting the message from Steve, and sitting in the mall for an hour,
I was thoroughly depressed. I wanted so badly to see him, and needed this
time to express my natural needs with another man. I decided that it would
have to wait until we could see each other again, but this was not a happy
thought. I now had to head back to Framingham and the long drive was not a
happy thought either. Before I departed, I had to make a "pit stop" in the
men's room.

I made my way to the Food Court of the mall, and found more of the
construction workers lining the corridor. They looked hot and sweaty -
just the way I like them. Many of them had removed their shirts to battle
the heat - the only reason that I was thankful for the high temperatures
that day. I wandered through the center of the area and headed for the
back exit where the bathrooms were located.

Walking into the bathroom, I noticed that I was alone, which surprised me
due to the multitude of people in the mall at that time. I went into a
stall and sat down, preparing for the long drive ahead. I looked at the
walls of the small cubicle and noticed that most of the writing was washed
off, but there was some new writing on the left wall. "Hot cock sex is the
greatest!", "BWM 31 seeks young studs for J/O call 478-XXXX.", "I need my
8 1/2 inch cock in a guys mouth.", "I like to get fucked. If you like to
fuck, meet here 8/12 at 1:00".

I was always an aficionado of t-room poetry, so this was nothing special
to me. The last one though, set off a flag in my mind. I looked at my
watch and saw that it was time for that anonymous person to arrive. I
figured that it was bogus - as many of them were, but the thought of his
arrival still entertained me.

During the time that I pondered about what the author of this message
looked like, the door to the bathroom opened, and someone entered. I heard
the footsteps approach the stalls, and without hesitation, the other
customer occupied the stall next to me. Listening intently, the sound of a
belt being unbuckled, a snap being opened, and a zipper being drawn down,
filled the porcelain chamber. I saw his pants drop to his ankles under the
partition and his right foot positioned itself close to the imaginary line
that separated the floor space between the two enclosures.

I never could be accused of having a foot fetish, but in the time when I
cruised t-rooms, there is an amount of proficiency one develops when
watching the feet of the man next to you. I tend to scale and calibrate
the amount of space that the foot moves against the tiles in the floor.
This way, along with the amount of upward and downward tapping movement,
one can generally ascertain the intentions of his neighbor.

This one was different. The lighting in the room was such that my vision
was impeded, and I could not tell exactly by the size and shoe type what
the age of my assumed partner would be. This added a sort of mystery to
the situation that made my cock grow hard. Of course, at this point in the
day, that was not a difficult feat to achieve.

My mind raced with the probabilities that this was the same man who wrote
the invitation on the wall, and my ears and eyes became open with
anticipation of any signs that I may receive. The tension was building and
I heard only silence and saw no motion. Suddenly, my heart stopped as the
foot began to move. Slow tapping at first, no sound. Then a slight shift
toward my side, then a click of the heel.

That was all the information I needed and quickly deciphered the code that
was transmitted to me: "Wanna play a game?" The foot remained still for a
few moments, awaiting a reply to the message. I, of course, responded in
the same code - Tap, tap, tap, slide, click - connection made. I wanted a
9600 baud transfer at this point, seeing that my balls were aching with
anticipation, and I figured that we would not be alone for long.

I got my wish - I felt and saw the intruder's foot approach mine and place
itself against my own. The pure excitement of the moment could have caused
me to cum, and the slight physical contact sent electric shocks up my leg.
The foot retreated quickly as the sound of the outside door opening
reverberated on the smooth white walls. Two men entered. Both talking at
the same time.

"It's hot out there - CHRIST! How do they expect us to work in heat like
this?" "I dunno, good thing we ain't workin' tonight. Ya know, some of the
guys gotta stay after for closing up, security ain't comin' in today." The
faucets were turned on and there was no doubt that the two gentlemen were
washing their hands after lunch. They left the bathroom and the door shut
behind them.

I wanted to speed up the activities that were taking place between myself
and my suitor, so I hastened to pull up my shorts and exit the stall. I
figured that if I stood at the sinks long enough, he would eventually come
out - then I could make contact, and see if he was someone that I wanted
to get involved with. I turned on the water and washed my hands. My eyes
kept darting to the space under the stall where I could see the feet of my
would-be partner. I waited for two minutes until I saw motion.


CHAPTER 4: Hand/eye coordination.

The door of the stall finally opened. It seemed like an eternity until my
prey exited into the sink area. I turned and glanced at him quickly,
making sure to obviate the need for informality, and scoped his entire
frame. I turned toward my task at the sink once again and waited for him
to approach. Thinking about what I saw made me wonder.

He stood no more than 5'6", with straight blonde hair cut in the
antiquated "bowl style". Age, approximately 19, weight, 145-155 pounds.
Small features, and a feminine stance. DEFINITELY *NOT* my type at all.
But, what the fuck? I was horny, and so was this kid. Beggars can't be
choosers, right?

I figured that I would let him get a good look at me, and if he liked what
he saw, or at least settled for a few minutes of fun if he did not like
me, he would approach me at this point. I shut off the water and made my
way to the hand dryer. He was standing next to the machine on the wall, so
as I ran my hands under the hot stream of air, I looked intently into his
eyes, not paying attention to what I was doing. He, in turn, looked into
my eyes, and I knew at this point that he was ready for action.

The hand dryer shut off automatically. I rested my left elbow on top of
the unit and moved closer to him, pinning him against the wall. He seemed
frightened by my blank expression and open glare. "So, I guess you're here
for the same thing as me, huh?" His eyes moved around my face as I spoke,
and upon my last word, he tilted his head slightly to the right and
furrowed his brow.

"Don't play stupid, it's too late for that." His actions were the same as
I placed this sentence in front of him. At that moment, I backed off,
realizing that he did not understand me. I stepped backward a few inches
and looked at him. He straightened as I retreated, and I saw him relax
slightly. It was apparent to me at this moment that I was dealing with a
deaf boy.

From my limited training in sign language, I finger-spelled my name, and
then the word: "Hi." He smiled as I did this and returned the salutation
in the same manner. Connection made - handshake complete. I made the sign
for "Sorry." and smiled. He quickly signed to me, which I did not
understand, but from the facial expression understood that he was not
offended. This made me even more relaxed around this young man.

The door to the bathroom opened, and three men entered. More of the
construction workers from the inside of the mall. We both looked at them,
and placed ourselves in a non-threatening position, far enough away form
each other as not to be obvious. We continued to sign to each other, and I
found out that his name was Chris. The three men in the room, watched us
as they used the urinals.

"Hey, Bill - look at the two deaf guys. They're talking in that sign
language stuff." "Yeah," said one of the others, "we could probably insult
the living shit outta them and they wouldn't even hear it!" "YO! Cool
down, Bobby, that ain't nice." was the response from the remaining man. I,
of course, knew what they were saying, but did not let on that I could
hear them. In a slow process, I informed Chris about the conversation
behind us. He smiled as I proceeded to interpret the comments for him.

"Hey, Dave - you sweet on 'em, eh? Why you stickin' up for 'em?" "Fuck
off, Chuck. They're probably nice kids. Leave 'em alone." The man who said
that had the protective sound in his voice of a father that is shielding
his children. Then Bill spoke again. "I wonder if they fuck like normal
people?" "I dunno, why don't you fuck them and find out, faggot." was the
retort from the man in the middle.

My translation of the conversation was crude, but Chris understood, and he
began to grin from ear to ear. I decided to scare the piss out of them so
that they would leave us alone to get on with business. I slowly turned
around and faced the first man who had spoken. "You gonna stand there with
you dick in your hand, or can you prove that you know how to use it?"

All three men stood straight up and glared at me as my voice echoed though
the room. Surprise was not the term that I would use to describe the
expression on Chuck's face, but for lack of a more intense adjective, it
will do. "Holy shit! Hey, sorry about that man. Didn't mean it. I thought
you were deaf. OH CHRIST! I'm really sorry." The other two, Dave and Bill,
began to laugh.


CHAPTER 5: Revelations from the crew.

I stood motionless, Chris behind me, looking at Chuck. "So, I asked you a
question. Do you know how to use it, or are you just another big talker?"
Dave and Bill began to shake feverishly with laughter as I propositioned
Chuck. "YEAH CHUCK - he asked you a QUESTION. Answer him, Chucky, you
afraid?" Bill had asked this question in a taunting manner, obviously
trying his best to annoy his co-worker. "Oh, fuck you! What do ya think,
I'm a fag or something? No way, man. Like I said, sorry. I want to get
outta here." Chuck headed for the door.

Bill, who was closest to the exit stepped in front of him and blocked his
retreat. Then he said: "Hey, you asked ME if I was sweet on them, but
maybe YOU are.... go for it, dude!" Chuck tried to get past Bill, but was
unable to. "Come on, lemme out. I was kiddin'!" He was noticably nervous
at this point, and looked to Dave for support. Dave was not amused
anymore, and looked at him in a stern manner.

The tension built to a point where the temperature was rising in the
confined space. I felt obligated to speak. "Hey, Chuck, maybe YOU are the
one who wants to get fucked! Huh, is that it? Chucky wanna get FUCKED?"
Wanna get your asshole PLUGGED? HUH? Come on, Chucky, you know you want
it." At this point, my anger was rising, as well as my cock. Chris tapped
me on my shoulder.

He signed to me: 'What is going on, I am missing this. Tell me.' I turned
to him and related the events that were transpiring. During my dialogue,
Chuck approached Bill to exit the room. Bill pressed his back against the
door, making it impossible to leave, and also preventing any others from
entering. Chuck pleaded to the keeper of the gate, but to no avail. I
finished my signing, and turned once again to face the men.

"My friend here, Chris, says he likes you. Thinks you're cute. He wants
you to fuck him, but I told him 'no'. But, you know, I think you owe him
an apology. HE'S deaf, and you insulted him. How can you make it up to
him? I wonder.... hmmmmm.... perhaps you could fuck him, but, no, I think
YOU deserve to get FUCKED. So, I'll make you an offer. I'm sure you're two
friends here won't mind while we teach you a lesson."

Bill and Dave looked at each other and smiled. Dave turned to me, and with
a wide-eyed expression said: "No, go right ahead. You're right. Chucky
needs to learn a lesson." He then faced Bill. "Bill, don't let him out."
Chuck had fear in his eyes, but a nervous smile on his face. "Oh yeah, you
guys are funny. Right! Okay, game's over.... let's go." Bill and Dave
remained motionless.

"Here's the deal, Chucky ol' man. You're gonna fuck Chris, but at the same
time, I am gonna fuck YOU. Sound good? I think that should give you
something to remember the next time you want to make fun of someone who's
handicapped." My words fell on Chuck like a ton of bricks and his face
dropped to a look of disbelief. Bill and Dave smiled after I made my offer
of retribution for Chris. I turned and told Chris of my negotiations. He
agreed wholeheartedly and stepped forward toward the sinks.

As Chris approached the sinks, Chuck backed himself into a corner. He was
scared. It was four against one, and there was no way out. I began to
unbuckle my belt slowly, and Chris did the same. Chuck was breathing
heavily as he realized that the talk was over and the action was about to
begin. Chris dropped his jeans to his ankles, and lowered his bikini
briefs to the top of his thighs.


CHAPTER 6: Acrobatics in the T-room.

Chuck looked like a rodent in the corner avoiding a large feline. He shook
from head to toe, and his eyes were glazed with the predicted tears that
he would shed upon getting fucked. He darted to the door, and Bill clamped
his arms around him, spun him around and held him tight against his chest.
Dave approached him and standing to the side, reached for his belt. Chuck
began to flail around and thrash his legs into the air wildly attempting
to break free.

Dave opened Chuck's shorts and pulled them down to his knees, so that his
motion was impeded. Bill covered Chuck's mouth with his left hand fearing
that he would yell out. The sight of his bulge in his underware made me
stiff as a rock. I wanted it now. I wanted this guy, and the thought of
his two friends watching made it even hotter. I had never had a virgin ass
before, so this was going to be a first for me that I would not forget.

The muffled screams of this large man were adding to the forceful
atmosphere that I had started, and Bill was tightening his grip so that
his captive could not move anymore. His underware was lowered, and his
cock pointed downward. I, even being naive, knew that he had to get hard
to fuck Chris. I thought fast, and then motioned to Chris to approach this
restrained man.

He obviously needed no further instruction as he fell to his knees in
front of Chuck and grabbed hold of the meat that hung before him. The full
nine inches could not fit in Chris' small hand, but he compensated by
running his closed fist up and down the shaft. Upon the first touch, Chuck
writhed to free himself, but now Dave had his feet pinned to the ground.
His sphere of motion was critically impaired, and the silenced screams of
terror got no father than his eyes, which were shut tightly.

It took a few strokes, but his member began to stiffen. Chris looked
behind at me, and I smiled at his fast achievement. Longer and longer it
grew, as the sacks inside his cock filled with blood. Watching this young
blonde kid kneeling in front of a large restrained hunk made my own blood
flow and the throbbing in my pants prompted me to unleash my one eyed
monster for air.

Before I even got my shorts down, I saw that Chuck's cock was stiff now,
and stood straight up, with a small lean to the left. Chris still ran his
open fist along the shaft, and then pulled it down so that the rod stood
straight out from the nest of black pubic hair at the base of his groin.
Bill flexed his muscles and grasped firmly onto his buddy as Chris lowered
his ruby lips onto the throbbing prick at his face. One fast tightening of
the muscles, a nasal whine and a final attempt to break free was the only
other movement and sound in the room.

The hungry mouth lowered as almost simultaneously, the muscles in Chuck's
body released. He became limp in Bill's arms and sank down, breathing
deeply. Bill whispered seductively into his ear: "Now, doesn't that feel
nice, Chucky? Huh? You like that? This kid gives good head, huh? Yeah, he
sure does, yeah, you like that, don't ya? He knows how to suck cock. Let
him suck on your cock, Chucky, let him suck it good."

Bill's arms relaxed and Chuck remained motionless with his eyes closed.
Bill began to rub his right hand across Chuck's chest from pec to pec,
back and forth in an oval motion, increasing his motion with each round to
extend toward his stomach and the bottom of the tank top. When he reached
the end of the tank top, he slid his hand underneath and reached up to
Chuck's left nipple. I could see his fingers pinching and pulling slowly
and then he transferred to the right nipple. Chuck's breathing slowed and
began to get deep.

Bill slowly removed his left hand from Chuck's mouth. He slid his fingers
down the powerful neck no longer supporting Chuck's head which rested back
against Bill's shoulder. Dave deftly manoeuvered away from his position
locking Chuck's feet to the ground, and stood up. "I think he likes this
Bill. Maybe we should let him go, but stay against the door so no one
comes in."

I stared at Chris' head moving back and forth as he pushed his mouth along
the meat he wanted inside him. The sound of his mouth and lips sliding
along Chuck's shaft along with the short grunts and gags was the focal
point that filled my mind. I wanted to join, but at the same time, did not
want to interrupt the motion.


CHAPTER 7: Up to four players can enjoy the game.

Chuck's eyes were still closed and beads of sweat ran down his face. The
heat was intense, and the five of us all being aroused made the
temperature even more unbearable. There was no ventilation system in the
men's room and the air was stagnant. The smell was overwhelming, but
exciting as well. It was the scent of men and all of us breathed deeply to
savor the aroma of lust and sexuality.

Bill had completely released his hold on Chuck, who stood motionless
enjoying the wet receptacle around his member. Suddenly, both Bill and
Chuck lurched forward, and Chris was thrust backwards. There was someone
outside the door trying to get in. Bill's head whipped around and then he
looked at me. "Uhhhh.... hold on.... ummm.... we're working in here. The
bathroom's closed. Sorry."

"Hello? The bathroom is closed? No one told me about that. This is mall
security. I should have been informed. Did they tell you which other
bathroom is open while you guys are working?"

"Uhhhhh..... no. Well, you see..." Bill was getting rather nervous, and
had not anticipated this turn of events. I quickly took the lead, and said
in a rather gruff voice, imitating my vision of a repairman: "We won't be
long. It's just a busted pipe. Water all over. We can't let you in -
insurance problems. I'm sure you've seen this before. We'll tell you when
we get it cleaned up."

"Okay. Just come to the security booth and ask for Roger. Tell me when
you're finished. In the meantime, I'll put a sign on the door and rope off
the entrance. When you leave, just put them to the side, okay?" He seemed
to be waiting for a reply. "YEAH, okay. Roger at security - got it.
Right." I had tried to keep in character while I sent him on his way. We
all waited a few seconds and then proceeded to look at each other.

Bill stared at me. Chris sat on the floor, confused since he did not hear
the conversation. Dave pressed his ear against the crack of the door,
listening for footsteps and the sign being placed on the outside. Chuck
just stood as if in a trance. I signed to Chris to fill him in on the past
few minutes. He understood, and jumped to his feet. Bill had the look of
indecision and I knew that I had to call the shots.

Dave came away from the door and approached me. "He's gone. I think we
better split." "No way! We started this, we're going to finish it!" I was
determined to release the sexual tension that had built up inside me for
the past three days. Chuck stepped forward awkwardly. "No, please not yet.
It felt real good. Let this kid finish."

"Chuck, we had a deal - it's gonna happen the way I told you." I did not
want to miss the opportunity to fuck the ass of this guy who made my blood
boil. I wanted so badly to probe his untouched rectum with my ever
swelling prick. I pointed to the sinks and looked at Chris. He signed to
me that he was nervous. I assured him that nothing was going to happen and
that we had made the guard leave. I led him by the hand and positioned him
over the sink.

His ass was bare and I removed his shorts from around his ankles. I pushed
his torso forward so that it was horizontal over the faucets. His rear
pushed out, and I swept my hand over his warm buns. They were as soft as
when he was born, and pale as boiled white rice. His muscles were firm and
showed the control that he could exert over his bottom section. I knelt
down behind him and spread his ass cheeks. He had to be prepared for the
following events, and I was more than willing to undertake the task.

The three men watched as I ran my tongue over the two mounds of flesh that
encased his hot hole. I massaged the sides of his legs and licked the
crack in the center. I slowly moved my hands to the insides of his groin,
and then up the crack, separating his young, soft, buttocks. Staring at me
was the entrance to his love canal. I flicked my tongue around the hole
and saw it pucker with every touch of my hot and moist probe.

I made sure to leave plenty of saliva in the area so that Chuck would have
no problem entering him. When he was wet enough, I stood up, and found
Chuck still erect and watching what I had done. I walked over to him and
grabbed him by the shoulder. I pushed him in Chris' direction and in a
deep voice with no hesitation instructed him. "Fuck that ass. It's waiting
for you. Plug his hole and ram it in."

Chuck stood behind Chris and looked at the young boy spread before him. He
viewed the hole that I told him to plug and his cock stood at attention. I
positioned myself against the opposite wall to watch in full view as he
prepared himself. Dave crossed the room and stood next to me. He watched
as intently as I did. Bill remained at the door, still fearful that there
would be an unannounced intrusion. I looked over at him and asked him to
come over to our vantage point.

He joined us quickly and I could see by the lump in his shorts that he
also was excited. He made no attempts to hide his erection, and stood on
my other side. The three of us watched as Chuck placed his left hand on
Chris' back, his right hand around his cock. Chris grasped onto the sink
and prepared himself for the moment he had been waiting for. Chuck moved
cautiously toward him.

The sight was one that made all three of us lean forward in anticipation.
Chuck slid his prick toward the pink hole and pressed deeply inside. He
threw his head back as the feeling of total envelopment reached his brain.
The sound that ensued was one of shear ecstasy and joy from both Chris and
Chuck simultaneously. The group of voyeurs that I was a part of breathed a
sigh of relief as Chuck buried the length of his manhood into Chris' ass.

It was not long until Chuck fell into the natural thrusting motion that he
knew so well from being with women. Chris' body rocked back and forth as
each thrust transformed his body into a human receptacle. The rhythm was
set at a slow pace so that both men could enjoy the connection of their
bodies. My groin was vibrating with the thought of being the caboose of
this linkage.


CHAPTER 8: The Engineer gets the track ready.

As Bill, Dave and I watched this ballet of human sexuality, I saw Bill
reached down and stroke himself through his pants. He caught me looking at
him and smiled. I raised one eyebrow and smiled in return. My only thought
was of entering Chuck's hole, but this man looking at me seemed as if he
was also looking for action. "I'm open to share, if you're game." I said.

Without a word, Bill knelt down behind Chuck's thrusting ass and pushed
him forward into Chris, holding him steady. He spread his hairy ass and
began to lick furiously as if he had been wanting to do this for weeks. He
thrust his tongue deeply into the crack and then sucked on the hole with a
crackling sound. At the same time, he stroked his cock through his pants.
"Man, I've wanted to eat this ass for a LONG time!"

I moved forward and held my cock out straight. "Get me wet. I'm gonna fuck
him now. I need it wet. Do it for me." Bill pivoted on his knees and took
me fully into his gaping mouth. I could feel the warm spit running down my
shaft as he carried out my orders. He ran his tongue down my balls and
then with one final stroke, he lubricated my entire length. I pulled away,
and steadied myself into position.

My balls ached with anticipation, and seeing this construction worker's
ass in front of me put me into a frenzy. I knew that this was a virgin
ass, and that I had to go slow, so I took a deep breath and moved in for
the penetration. The tip of my prick pressed up against his burning hole
and I leant forward with slight pressure to enter him. I could feel him
shaking, but at the same time, wanting me. I wanted to be inside him, deep
inside him.

With every click of the clock, I applied more and more pressure, deeper
and deeper, inch by inch, I could feel the slick track enveloping my cock.
It was almost as if he drew me deeper with sheer will, and as I approached
the half way mark, he grabbed onto Chris in front of him and held tight.
Chris' breathing became rapid, and I feared that he would come
prematurely. Reaching around, my left hand touched Chris' shoulder and he
looked into the mirror in front of him.

There are some advantages to being deaf, and one of them is the ability to
read lips. I slowly mouthed the words that I wanted to say to him without
sound: `Squeeze his cock in your ass.... HARD.' Chris looked at me and
understood, lowering his head once again, and bracing himself on the sink.
Chuck emitted a low toned growl and I knew that Chris had begun his task.
As Chuck's cock was put under pressure and the muscles in Chris' ass
tightened even more around the cock inside it, I could feel Chuck's ass
release and I plunged deep inside of him.

I wrapped my arms around his massive chest in front of me, and held
tightly. Savoring the feeling of warmth and security and the idea of
having my cock in a place never before touched my another man gave me a
rush of sexual awareness, and every nerve in my body began to quiver. My
pubic hair was crushed against his buns, and I wanted to go deeper yet,
exploring the inner depths of this fantasy man.

Keeping my task in prospective, I remembered that I had made a deal for
the injustice that was directed toward my deaf companion. Chuck had to
feel the anger that I had stored inside me and pay for his mistake.
Although my selfish desire to fuck this man was strong, the offer that I
made was still in effect. I wanted him to feel my wrath. Pulling my cock
out so that only the very tip was still inside him, I thrusted forward
with all my strength.

I expected him to scream in pain as I rammed into him intending to make
him hurt. He did not fulfill my wish, but accepted all of my manhood into
him and at the same time took the opportunity to writhe deeper into his
own secure setting within Chris. He wanted it rough, and I was willing to
give him all I had.

My hands dug into his sides and with short and deliberate movements, I
pounded my cock into his ass. I pulled and pushed his pelvis, controlling
his movements into the blonde boy's body. Within seconds, we had attained
a rhythm that could not have been choreographed any better. It was as if
the three of us had been doing this for eternity and it was the most
natural motion in our repertoire.


CHAPTER 9: Sandwich Deluxe.

The three of us were connected cock to ass, cock to ass. I had never
experienced this before, but it seemed incredibly easy. I was becoming
rough now, and controlling the three of us completely. Chris was in his
glory - having Chuck inside him, a 9 inch snake nestled into his rectum.
Chuck was getting the best of both worlds, secure into Chris' tight warm
hole, and me inside his virgin canal. I, of course, had the power of the
chain, and used it to my full advantage, trying to coordinate all the
pleasure for the group.

Bill still kneeled beside me, almost in awe of the events transpiring. The
look of his face was of amazement and envy. I could tell that he wanted to
be part of the action, but could not find the last ounce of motivation and
confidence that he needed. That was my job, and I wanted to include him.
"Bill, get between my legs. Lick my balls. Lick them hard, and watch us
fuck. Watch us fuck each other. Up close.... do it. Suck on my sack."

My estimate of the incentive needed for Bill to participate was incredibly
accurate. Upon the last word falling from my lips, he swung into action.
He had completely forgotten that Dave was watching all of us, and in the
mirror I could see him stroking his own meat. He was too new to the scene,
and would never join in, but the thought of this he-man looking at us
entangled together and preparing himself to shoot a load, made me even
more excited.

I could feel Bill's tongue swabbing my balls, and each lick was like a
cooling fan prompting me to hold off ejaculation. Chuck was loose now, and
the traverse of my cock was smooth within him. With every inch of entrance
that I was granted, I pushed him to the limit. He had to pay dearly for
his actions. He was to be punished. I grabbed the back of his hair and
pulled his head backwards toward me. He opened his eyes in fear and
whimpered slowly, "More, please. Don't stop, fuck me more, please."

"I'd love to fuck you to death, Chucky. You're gonna get punished for what
you did. I'm gonna cum so deep inside you, you won't forget it until the
day you die. Pull out of the kid. Spin him around and sit him on the sink.
Go at it from the front. I want him to shoot on your chest." Bill heard me
barking at Chuck to carry out my demands. I felt for the first time that
my every order would be obeyed. I dove deep into Chuck and held tightly.

When he pulled out of Chris, the thin blonde gasped for air. Chuck wasted
no time in lifting him off the ground and turning him around. I could see
the silent ecstasy as he faced me. His legs snapped to his sides as he
knew what he wanted. With one shot, Chuck was in again, and pumping
furiously. I matched the fury and added to it. I could still feel Bill in
a frenzy below me and looked down to see him pumping his rod.

It was time to release, and I could no longer hold it. My balls were
swelling to a size that I had never felt before, and Chuck's hot anus was
eating my cock alive. From between my legs, Bill's hot breath became
rapid, and I felt him shudder. Like a lash of a whip, a burning stream of
cum hit my inner thigh, then again, and once again. I felt it searing into
my flesh. The feeling of Bill's juices running toward my knees set me off.

My head was thrown back and I felt the rush of semen throughout my groin
racing into Chuck's body. My heart stopped, breathing was halted, and
every muscle in my body tightened as I thrust into him. I could feel his
sphincter close around the base of my cock, strangling the flow of liquid,
and retaining what had already been deposited. Chris began to squeal as
his own spurting began.

I watched as the thick stream of jism was propelled from his thin, hard
tool. It splashed against his face, his neck, his small nipples, and
continued to quiver and squirt onto his smooth stomach. Chuck leaned
forward and raised up onto the tips of his feet, gaining momentum for the
final thrust. He fell frontward into his goal, and Chris grabbed his face
and inserted his tongue into Chuck's mouth. Chuck's body tightened and
began to tremor as he achieved orgasm.

In my mind I visualized the rush of cum from his cock, the heat of his
lust, and the acceptance of Chris' insides which waited for the soothing
flow of liquid. The deaf boy opened his mouth wide and received Chuck's
tongue as deeply as he could. The sight of this made me continue to cum.
It was like I had opened a faucet and was draining the built up anxiety
that had been trapped for days.


EPILOGUE:  Of Greek Men, Boys, and Crowbars.

Simultaneously, Chuck, Chris, and I were draining our bodies of the manly
secretion of which life was dependant upon. Sound and sight were not
issues at this point - only the physiological bond with which we were
injecting each other. There were no longer three people connected by
sexual apparatus, but one mass of flesh that was melting toward the
ground, mixing into the amorphous glob of organic matter.

We all remained still, savoring the feeling. I felt Bill move to the side
and then emerged from under us. He placed his hand on my back, and
caressed me with his thumb. "Hey, you did it. Chuck learned his lesson. He
needed that. So did I. I've needed this for months. Thanks." I looked
toward my right, into Bill's smiling face. "Next time, YOU get the
punishment Bill. Naughty boys need to be taught a lesson."

My body was relaxed and the heat penetrated deep into my skin. I heard the
soft sounds of classical music cascading around my ears. There was no
breeze, there was no air, only the heat. My watch beeped and I looked at
it. 3:30PM on the head. I shifted the car out of neutral and inched
forward, closing the gap between my car and the car in front of me. I
glanced into the rear view mirror and smiled at the man in the car behind
me. If he only knew why I was smiling so.


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