Big Top

Published on Oct 16, 2003

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BIG TOP

By Russell S.

res1961@airmail.net

(m/m/m) This fictional story contains graphic depictions of gay male sex. If that's not what you're looking for, you better look away. Otherwise, have fun.

As the music played and the crowd sounded their approval, Eli gave a final push from the platform and swung out over the net. Approaching fast from the other direction was the girl he'd reach out to catch as she flipped head over heels from her own trapeze. He'd done it a thousand times, but still fought to concentrate each time it happened. Within a couple of seconds she was hanging from his outstretched, muscular arms as he hung by his knees upside down on the bar. The crowd applauded loudly at this final routine of the act, the part Eli enjoyed the most. Theatrics was in his blood, even if it was a six month job in a small traveling circus. The people still cheered, clapped, and gave their approval to his performance. Deliberately falling from the bar, he gracefully bounced into the net and descended to the floor. Waving and smiling, he acknowledged the adoring audience as he walked out of the ring.

From the other side of the ring Damon ran in, honking his horn and madly cutting up with two other clowns. Damon loved the atmosphere of the show as much as Eli, but preferred to show his talents from behind an elaborate costume and makeup. Besides that, he got to interact with the crowd, something which brought out his character even more strongly. Laughing, talking, and continually honking, he'd work himself into the rows along the edge of the center ring, playfully engaging children, moms, dads, and the occasional cute guy into his act. As he wandered in front of the crowd tonight a face caught his attention. An instant sexual flash went off in Damon's head as he looked into the face of one of the hottest young men he'd seen in several months. The young man smiled and watched as Damon moved closer, not realizing he was now the target of attention.

Patting children on the head as he went, Damon continued his routine with the people around him, but steadily drew in toward the handsome faced boy sitting on the second row. Luckily, his seat was right on the aisle which gave Damon the perfect opportunity to get as close as he wanted. He moved fast as the band began the show finale and all the performers returned to the center ring for a last bow and wave to the crowd. The boy continued to watch Damon as he moved right to him, smiling broadly as the clown got right in his face. Speaking low so the comment stayed between them Damon said the only thing he knew he had time for.

"Has anybody told you you're fucking beautiful?" Damon's eyes were wide, his smile highly exaggerated by his makeup. He hoped his brash comment didn't shock the boy too much, especially coming from a circus clown. To his surprise and delight, the young man blushed bright red, but continued to smile and look into Damon's face, almost right into his eyes.

"Thanks," was all he said before watching the clown move away to keep tempo with the closing of the show. He wanted to see behind the makeup and under the costume, but knew he'd have to wait for the performance to end. Maybe the cute clown would come back around or something, he hoped.

As the show closed, Damon and Eli turned toward the same exit, eventually walking side by side as they exited the tent for the last time that evening.

"Did you see that hot guy in section five tonight?" Damon asked. "God, he was a hottie."

"Oh, yeah? Did you sit in his lap, or just pull out your cock?" Eli teased, laughing.

"I wish," replied Damon. "I could sure use a dose of him."

"Uh huh," was Eli's only comment.

The two continued walking together around the back of the tent toward the travel trailers used by the performers. They'd shared a motor home together for the past two seasons after finding out each other were gay during the first season. They'd become close friends, but not so much like boyfriends. True, they'd had sex together a few times and enjoyed each other's company, but they still got off on new encounters with different guys. Damon especially liked hunting, which he attributed to his enjoying the crowd interaction so much more than Eli. Eli didn't shy away from sex, but he didn't overtly cruise as much as Damon did. Both of them were good looking, with defined facial features and short cropped hair. Damon's was dishwater brown, Eli's was black. The trapeze work had given Eli a very muscularly defined body, and he enjoyed taking care of it. Even on days off he'd somehow manage to find a gym and workout in whatever town they'd located to for the next few shows. He kept his small amount of body hair shaved off for appearance's sake, since he did a good part of his trapeze act bare-chested. But he also kept his legs shaved just because he liked to be smooth all over. Other than his head, the only hair on his body was right above his dick, and even that was well trimmed. Damon wasn't as muscular, but he was totally toned up and solid. The manic actions of his clowning kept any fat from building up on him. His chest was hairy, but not in a thick way, flaring out across his pecs and around his nipples, but trailing off very quickly down his stomach. From his navel downwards only a thin line of hair ran to the top of his bush, also well groomed, but thicker than Eli's sparse crop. Sharing a trailer let them see each other naked almost every day, and they compared their bodies on occasion. That's usually when they'd end up sucking each other's cock, sixty-nining on the large sleeping area in the back of the motor home. They slept together every night, anyway, since the only good area for sleeping was the queen size platform and mattress.

After getting out of their clothes and makeup, taking showers, and dressing again in street clothes, both guys headed out to the fair grounds that was home to the circus for the next two days. The show was part of the county fair, so plenty of food was available, even if it consisted of corn dogs and funnel cakes. They didn't live on that kind of stuff, but it was good every so often. Finding something edible, Damon and Eli continued their walk, examining the exhibits of everything homemade you could think of. They also compared notes on guys they'd come across in the crowd, giving thumbs up or thumbs down. Stopping to look at a quilt display, Eli casually nudged Damon in the ribs.

"Look behind you, I think that cute guy is following us. I've seen him two or three times now. Pretty hot."

Damon turned as if he was still looking at the display, but enough so he could check out the guy Eli was pointing out. He glanced, but then looked again to make sure. "Fuck, that's the hot guy from the show."

"You sure?" asked Eli, glancing back at the young man, also. "No wonder you were in his pants. Or want to be."

"Stay here and act cool, I'm going to circle around and get him between us, I want to get closer," explained Damon.

Eli waited and looked at quilts, pretending to be more interested in them then he actually was, while Damon went around the corner, then quickly out the door at the end of building. Coming back in the opposite entrance, he was now behind the boy. He hadn't been spotted, so he moved quietly closer. Eli looked back again and smiled a little as he noticed Damon creeping up behind the object of their desire.

Looking around and not finding anybody within earshot, Damon repeated his earlier question, but from five feet away behind the young man who continued to watch Eli from afar. "Anybody ever told you you're fucking beautiful?"

Surprised, the boy swiftly turned to the voice behind him to see Damon smiling. He didn't immediately associate the unpainted face with the clown from the circus, but realized it had to be the same guy. He was happy to see the face was as cute, or cuter, than it had been under all the makeup. Finding enough courage to speak, he finally squeaked out, "Hey."

"How are you?" asked Damon, extending his hand in a friendly gesture. "My name is Damon."

Stepping forward to shake the hand, the boy timidly spoke again. "I'm...uh...Jeff. My name is Jeff."

"Cool, nice to meet you, Jeff." Damon continued to flash his sweet smile, barely holding back the drive to grab the boy by the head and kiss him. At the same time he got the impression Jeff was not too sure what was going on, so he kept space between them. "And this is my friend, Eli. He was on the trapeze at the show. I'm sure you noticed him," Damon added with a slight tease, nodding toward a spot just over Jeff's shoulder.

Jeff turned around again and realized the other guy he'd been watching was now three feet from him, also smiling.

Eli also extended a hand, quickly shaken by Jeff. "Hey, how's it going?"

"It's good," stammered Jeff. He was suddenly flustered and felt a little bit trapped standing between the two other guys. "So, you're both with the circus?" Jeff felt stupid right after the words left his mouth. "Duh, you just told me that." He did manage a weak smile.

Damon spoke next. "Relax, it's cool, we just wanted to meet you, see who the hottie was following us. We aren't going to jump you or anything."

"I won't jump you, but he might," Eli joked, pointing at Damon. "He's a sex maniac."

"Shut up," mouthed Damon, causing Eli to laugh.

"You want to walk and talk, dude?" Damon asked Jeff. "We're out seeing the sights."

"Uh...sure, that would be great," Jeff answered. "I don't get to meet many...uh...guys around town. It's a pretty small area."

All three headed toward the door and into the darker space between the buildings. With the sounds and lights of the midway slightly in the distance and nobody else around the area gave them a little more privacy to talk. Getting right to the point, Damon asked what he was dying to know for sure.

"So, are you gay?"

Jeff blushed again so strongly it was almost visible in the small amount of light filtering out to where they stood. He didn't answer, so Eli spoke.

"It's cool with us, we're gay, just be yourself. Maybe that's hard to do in this town," Eli suggested.

"You can't even start to know," Jeff began. He felt a little more relaxed with the openness Damon and Eli were showing. "I think I'm gay. Or bi. Fuck, I don't know." The frustration was clearly evident in his voice. "There's nobody to even talk to around here anymore."

Damon picked up on the small admission. "So there used to be somebody to talk to? Who was that?"

"I knew a guy in high school," Jeff said, opening up to the topic of discussion. "His name was Kenny, we messed around a few times, nothing too major, blowjobs mostly. He was two years older than me. After he graduated, he took a year to work in town, saved some money, then last fall he left town for college. Nothing has happened since then. We used to be able to talk about anything together, guys, girls, cocks, everything." His voice had turned to a sad tone.

"Was he your boyfriend?" asked Damon. "He kind of sounds like it."

"We didn't call each other that, we just did things together as friends. But it hurt when he left."

Damon and Eli stood and listened, understanding how Jeff felt, both of them had been in the same situations years before with other guys.

"When you're young," Eli explained, "and you're having new experiences it's easy to get too close without realizing what's going on. Everybody gets hurt that way, it's normal."

"Yeah. But what if all you miss is the sex?" asked Jeff. "All I can think about lately is cock. I'm so fucked up."

"You're not fucked up, you just need fucked," teased Damon, smiling again. Eli looked at him sternly, but didn't say anything.

Jeff answered, "I don't know, I've never done that. Kenny and I never went that far."

Damon's eyebrows rose and he glanced at Eli, who knew exactly what his friend was thinking. Not as adventurous as Damon, Eli knew fucking a virgin took more patience and thought than he wanted to give. He was horny, too, but he didn't feel like teaching Jeff how to fuck. Damon saw the look on Eli's face that said, "He's all yours," which was fine with him. He was more than willing to let Jeff ride his cock even if it meant going slow.

Eli decided right there to leave the two of them together, besides he was tired from the show. "I think I'm headed back to the machine, going to read for a while, need to relax." To make it sound less like a dodge, he added, "I think I pulled my shoulder tonight."

"You ok?" Damon wondered. "I'm staying out for a while."

"I'm good, just ready to sit down. See you later. Really nice meeting you, Jeff." Eli extended his hand again, but when Jeff took it he pulled him into a hug. Jeff tensed slightly, but then put his arm around Eli and hugged him back.

"You, too, thanks," said Jeff as they let go.

As Eli walked away, Jeff looked at Damon and asked, "Are you guys boyfriends?"

Damon explained the situation. "No, we're really close, but not boyfriends. I'm not sure I'd even call us fuck buddies, we don't do that much together. Unless we're both so horned we can't stand it. Sort of like you right now." He smiled again at Jeff.

Jeff smiled in return, still embarrassed about himself. Damon went on. "Eli and I met two years ago, the first year we both started with the show. Both out of college, not knowing what we wanted to do for work, just happened it turned out we both ended up doing the same thing, running off to join the circus. It took about half of that first season before we realized we were both gay. We weren't hanging out together. The clowns and the wire guys sort of have their own cliques, so we didn't mix very much. By some kind of fate we got to talking one night after a show, complaining about the people we had to share living space with. My first roommate was also gay, but a real troll. He was a clown, that's how we got put together. I don't know how many times I slapped his hand away from my ass in that motor home. He didn't come back the next season, no idea what happened to him, and don't care. Eli was sort of the same, but his roommate was straight. Straight to bed, anyway. Dragging any girl that wanted to swing on his dick back to their space, fucking and drinking. He almost quit the show over it, but ran into me just before that. We'd try to find other things to do some nights until he was sure his roommate had worn out whatever slut he'd picked up, then he'd head to bed. And we started messing around some together. Two horny guys who like cock, things happen."

Jeff was looking right into Damon's eyes. "Yeah, things happen." Damon couldn't see it yet, but Jeff's cock was expanding at the thought of having sex again after nine months of nothing but his right hand.

"Do you meet guys all over when you travel?" Jeff inquired.

"Not in every town. It's more luck, I think. Like meeting you. I meant what I said at the show, you're pretty hot."

"Thanks," Jeff replied, warming to the compliment.

An awkward lull crept into the conversation. Damon was the first to break it. "I'm curious, maybe I shouldn't ask, but..."

"What?" Jeff wanted to know.

"You said before you and Kenny never fucked," Damon started. Here goes nothing, he thought to himself. "Have you thought about it lately?"

"Yeah, a lot. For a long time. Before I ever met Kenny, my older brother caught me jacking once, called me a homo and said he was going to fuck my ass, but he never did it. I think it was just him being an asshole, not really thinking I'd want to get fucked, an idle threat. The sad part is I would have let him do it. My own brother. I said I was fucked up."

"You're still not fucked up," said Damon. "You were horny and your brother had a cock. That's all you were thinking about, getting his dick, didn't matter who it was attached to."

"Maybe," replied Jeff.

"So," Damon went on, "I'm not your brother. I definitely have a dick. Any chance you want to try anything with me?"

Jeff suddenly felt himself cornered, but didn't want to run. He wasn't sure how to answer. It was one of those now or never moments. "Where would we go?" he asked quietly, still not sure.

Damon gave a brief smile knowing Jeff was interested. "To the motor home, here at the fair grounds."

"Isn't Eli there?" Jeff wondered aloud.

"Yeah, but he's cool with it. I've had guys there before, and so has he."

Jeff brain wasn't sure about it, but his cock was. He was totally hard now and showing off a good size piece under his jeans, the bulge appearing even larger as the small amount of light cast it in profile. Damon was hard, too, and also sporting a nice package.

"I don't want to push you into anything, it's up to you," offered Damon, hoping a way out would help Jeff make up his mind.

Jeff's head was going in circles as he fought between the ideas of giving in to his hormones and holding back. "This has never happened to me before," he said nervously. "Hooking up, and I don't even know you."

"I don't really know you, either, but I want to fuck you," commented Damon. "I don't argue with my dick very often because I know it usually wins."

Damon felt he had once chance left, so he slowly moved closer. Jeff didn't move away as their bodies pressed together. Very softly Damon kissed Jeff on the lips. They felt each other's breath on their faces, eyes closed. Damon's hands moved to Jeff's waist and tightened the space between them, kissing the boy again, but a little firmer this time. Jeff began to kiss him back using the same pressure. They started tasting each other, feeling the warmth of the other's body, and the hardness of the cocks between them. Lightly their tongues began to explore their mouths and teeth. A sudden loud noise in the dark broke the embrace, then a small flash of fur from something along the side of the building.

Jeff was timidly surprised at the interruption, but Damon realized what was up and laughed it off. "It's only a cat."

"Fuck, let's get out of here and inside," Jeff quickly uttered. Damon took the boy's hand and led him along the side of the building until the lights of the midway again flooded their field of vision. Letting go of each other, Damon led the way as the young man followed him, trying to cover up the fact that his cock was still rock hard.

Picking their way through the crowd and between the booths took a few minutes, but after a short walk they stood in front of the motor home Damon and Eli called home while on the road with the show. From inside they could see a couple of lights turned on in the front half, but the back half of the motor home was dark.

"What if Eli is asleep? I don't want to make a problem," Jeff worried.

"At this hour? It's early for us, we never go to bed before midnight," Damon said. "We sleep pretty late each morning, the afternoon shows don't start until at least 2:00. He'll be awake."

Damon reached for the handle and pulled the narrow aluminum door open for Jeff to enter. The light poured out onto the ground around them, then disappeared as the door shut and both boys were inside. Immediately, they saw Eli. Stretched out on one of the bench seats along the side wall, his bare feet were propped up on the back of another single seat, with the rest of him, almost as naked as his feet, reclining against the seat cushions. The only piece of clothing to be seen was a very skimpy pair of nylon shorts. Sure to his word, he held a book in his lap. He looked up as Damon and Jeff came in.

"Hey, guys, that was quick."

"We decided we needed a little more privacy," Damon said grinning.

Jeff didn't say a word, but didn't have to. His face was blushing bright red again.

Eli comforted him, "Don't be embarrassed, just have fun. We all know why you're here."

"That's the problem," Jeff stated, "It seems like everybody suddenly knows everything."

Eli gave a small laugh. "We won't say anything to anybody, whatever happens is between us. Or between you and Damon. I'm bowing out."

"Oh, GOD!" Jeff squeaked, his blushing face as red as before. "A three-way, that wasn't even a thought until now. I don't know."

Damon quickly began to work on damage control. "No, it's not like that, Eli's going to read. Aren't you, Eli?" He looked at his friend and made a serious face. Damon was more than ready for some boy ass and becoming a little anxious it might suddenly not materialize.

Eli glanced at Damon, then into Jeff's eyes. "What he said. I'm going to read." After a few seconds of watching Jeff still mulling the whole thing over, he added, "Go on, have fun."

Damon took Jeff by the hand and began pulling him slowly towards the back of the motor home to the sleeping area. Jeff didn't resist, but seemed to be waiting for Damon to make all the moves. He shut the tiny accordion door to separate them from the front of the machine and all the light. The window blinds were mostly drawn, but light came in between the cracks and gave them plenty to see by once their eyes got used to it. Damon moved once more to Jeff, but this time from behind. He pressed himself against Jeff's body just enough so the younger man could feel him, then began to softly kiss along the smooth, white neck and earlobe of his intended partner.

It seemed to work magic on Jeff, he instantly softened under Damon's hands and began to yield to all the feelings he'd held inside for so long. Tilting his head to the side, he encouraged Damon for more of the same. "Oh, that's so hot. Ahhhhh."

Damon went on, licking, kissing, and nibbling the flesh under his lips, loving the taste of the boy. His hands moved around to Jeff's chest, his fingers lightly touching as they went up his ribcage. Moments later he found two hard nipples projecting through the light material of Jeff's shirt. Unable to resist, Damon pinched them between his thumbs and forefingers.

Jeff's hands moved right to Damon's and pressed the fingers harder into his nipples, the unstated desire for more of the same. Damon obliged, pinching again, but a little firmer. "Ohhhhhhhh...yeeeaaaahhhhh," Jeff hissed. One hand continued to play with a nipple while the other maneuvered for the buttons of Jeff's shirt. With practiced hands Damon went from one to the next, opening the entire front, then pulling it back off his shoulders. It hung between them as Damon pressed against Jeff's now bare back, both hands returning to the hard points on the other side, pinching again with a slow intensity.

Jeff spoke. "You're driving me fucking crazy!"

"Good," Damon breathlessly replied in a low whisper. "I want you begging for it, Jeff. That way you'll really enjoy it."

"Jesus...Christ...yeah, I want it," Jeff gasped between breaths.

Damon let go and stepped back long enough to pull his own shirt off over his head and drop it to the floor. Jeff turned his head to look at him, then turned to face him. His hands reached out to feel the texture of the hair across Damon's upper chest. Damon's nipples were also hard and Jeff gave them both a rub, making them stand out even more. Closing the tiny distance between them Damon put his mouth right to Jeff's and kissed him. Jeff looked into the eyes of his new lover, then closed his own as he began to kiss Damon in earnest. Deep, wet, tongue-filled kisses went back and forth between them, the excitement of the activity bringing them closer and closer to a common sexual bond. Temperatures rose and a small sheen began to glow on their bodies as they began to sweat, tiny glints from the carnival lights reflecting off their faces and chests. The kissing went on as Damon's hands moved downward toward the next piece of clothing in his way. With no belt to remove, Jeff's jeans were quickly unbuttoned and unzipped, giving his hard cock more room to expand. Damon very lightly touched it's length through the cotton fabric and knew it was a beauty without even looking down. Almost as quickly as he'd opened Jeff's pants, Damon undid his own and pushed them halfway down his ass. He had one advantage over Jeff, he hadn't bothered with underwear while dressing earlier, so once the zipper was down Damon's cock was in the open. Jeff, still totally caught up with all the sensations in his lips and mouth, kept up the kissing they'd begun with. Meanwhile, Damon continued the removal of Jeff's pants. Sliding his palms down Jeff's flat, smooth stomach and under the waistband of his boxer briefs Damon caught the material of both underwear and jeans and pushed both down in one move. Jeff became very aware of the situation as Damon's bare cock brushed against his own.

The kissing came to a stop as Jeff moved back to look at the first live cock he'd laid eyes on in so many months. It was remarkably similar to his own, the same length and thickness, and the same slight curve as it speared upwards from his balls. Damon stood and let Jeff take it all in, wondering what would happen next. Without a word, Jeff fell to his knees. Taking two deep breaths and a long look, he all but fell forward onto Damon's cock and began to suck.

Damon had been with a lot of guys, but never one this young who knew how to suck cock so well. Jeff was either a natural cocksucker, or just learned it by doing. Either way, Damon was in love with the mouth and tongue sliding, sucking, and slurping along the length of his cock. Jeff was very obviously enjoying having the hot meat in his mouth, too. It had been too long for him since the last time he'd sucked off Kenny the day before he left town for college. He wanted the taste of it to wash over the surface of his tongue, the soft skin and hard flesh moving against the back of his throat. Involuntarily, Damon made two or three thrusts into the hot, wet mouth. Damon's cock was pounding with blood, almost so hard it hurt, but still felt incredible inside Jeff's sucking mouth. He still had one more goal in mind, fucking Jeff's ass. Knowing he might not get much time if Jeff didn't like it, he reluctantly began to withdraw from the blowjob just in case he only got a short time to reach orgasm with his cock in Jeff's virgin hole.

First feeling it pull out, then watching the cock move away, Jeff pleaded, "No, let me suck it, please. I want to suck you some more."

"You will. Get on the bed," Damon instructed.

Standing up and kicking off his shoes, socks, and jeans, Jeff climbed into the middle of the bed. Damon looked him over as he also pulled off the remainder of his clothes. Jeff was manly, but sort of boyish, all together. He had a man's cock for sure, Damon thought to himself, but young in a lot of other features. One last thought came to mind, too. "Fucking beautiful."

Damon moved onto the bed next to Jeff and pressed their bodies together, beginning a new round of kissing. As passionate as before, Jeff's hands wandered this time and found Damon's cock still wet and slick from the blowjob. Stroking up and down Jeff worked Damon's cock, then felt a hand on his own doing the same thing. The two young men continued to kiss and stroke each other as they moved further into their encounter.

Damon once again issued instructions. "Get on top of me and turn around." Jeff quickly obeyed. "Suck me," he was told.

Damon's cock disappeared into Jeff's mouth clear to the base. This angle gave Jeff more room to work his throat around the length of meat he was lovingly taking so well. From the other end Damon had a view of what was next. Never much into rimming, Damon this time felt himself being drawn toward the small, tight, smooth pucker just inches from his face. He wanted to fuck this boy, wanted to fuck this hole. Spreading the twin globes of Jeff's ass, Damon stared at the tender spot. With little further thought, he moved his head in and flicked his tongue. Jeff twitched slightly, but kept sucking Damon's cock. Next, Damon licked across the hole. Again, Jeff twitched, but also moved a tiny bit away at the unexpected sensation. Damon held Jeff's ass firmly in both hands as he wanted to see what reaction he'd get next. This time as he moved in he pointed his tongue and pushed a little way into the wrinkled hole. Jeff jumped, pulling his mouth from Damon's dick.

"AAAAHHHHHHH."

The reaction set Damon off. Seeing and hearing Jeff spurred Damon's mouth and tongue to further exploration. Moving his arms around Jeff's legs to keep him closer to the action, Damon once more speared the tiny opening with his tongue. This time when Jeff jumped, he couldn't move as easily and Damon stayed right with his ass, probing and licking.

"OOOHHHHHH...FUCK...JESUS...FUCK," Jeff noisily remarked as the new assault began. Damon wondered who might be hearing the action going on, but didn't care at this point, there was no stopping now. Jeff continued to moan and yelp, but at a lower volume, as the rimming went on. Damon worked deeper as he felt the contractions and spasms of Jeff's asshole tease his tongue. His face wet with spit, Damon worked Jeff's ass for all he could as the tight ring of muscle very slowly began to give way to the squirming invader. Damon could also feel Jeff's legs contract and jerk, but not enough to get away from what was going on underneath. The whole scene was driving Jeff to new heights.

"God, if this is fucking, then fuck me right now!" demanded Jeff.

Damon heard him, but didn't stop to answer. Instead, he once again forced his tongue into Jeff's ass and began an in-and-out movement.

"Oh, shit, fuck me with your tongue, Damon!" Jeff exclaimed. "This is fucking great. DO IT, FUCK ME!"

As Damon pulled out to take a breath, he asked, "Is that what you want? You want to get fucked?"

"HELL, YES!"

"You want my cock in this ass?"

"YES!"

"You REALLY want it?" Damon teased one more time.

"FUCK ME, PLEASE!" Jeff begged him.

Pushing the delectable ass away from his face Damon moved to sit up and pull him self from underneath Jeff's body. From a narrow shelf above the head of the bed Damon grabbed a small squeeze bottle of lube and a condom. Jeff, now on all fours in front of him, turned his head and watched as Damon dripped out a few drops of lube onto his cock, rolled the rubber down the length, then applied more lube to the surface. With himself ready, he turned his attention to Jeff's ass. More lube found it's way to the tight cherry hole, smeared thickly around the outer edges, but also deftly probed by Damon's longest finger to get some inside. Damon desperately wanted this boy to enjoy what was about to happen, so more lube went onto his fingers and into Jeff's ass. With each insertion Jeff would take a deep breath, but say nothing.

Damon broke the silence. "Do you think you're ready to try it?"

"Uh, huh. Do it."

Jeff felt the firmness of Damon's cock move right up to his ass and slide against him. Just the feel of it touching him made him want it even more. He wanted to take it inside, to see what it meant to be fucked. He felt more pressure at his opening and a hand placed in the middle of his back.

Damon asked softly, "You ok?" Jeff nodded his approval to continue as Damon leaned slightly forward and moved his hand to Damon's shoulder to give himself leverage. Pushing with his hips and pulling back with his arm Damon began to feel the yielding ring of Jeff's ass, then a sudden relaxation that allowed the head of his cock to pop inside.

"Uhhhhh...mmmmmmmm," Jeff moaned, but held still. Just as Damon started to ask again if he was ok, Jeff pushed back on his own. An increasing tightness enveloped half of Damon's cock as he experienced the clenching of Jeff's sphincter. "Push a little more," Jeff asked, his voice low and controlled. Damon did as asked.

"Oh, man," it was Damon's turn to moan. "So fucking tight. You are so cherry."

Jeff's mind swam with the thoughts of his virginity lost forever, like a wall he'd climbed over to find a treasure on the other side. Right now his treasure was the cock in his ass. "Give it to me, all the way."

Damon pushed forward as Jeff slide back into him, burying his full length into his fuck buddy. Jeff felt the tickle of pubic hair on his ass cheeks and sighed as he realized he'd taken it all. Just then Damon began to pull back.

"What's wrong?" he asked Damon.

"Not a thing, just need some more lube. I don't want to hurt you."

The sudden void of losing the cock he'd just had inside sent a jolt up Jeff's spine. An uncomfortable spasm hit him, but nothing too painful. Very soon he once more felt the rounded knob of Damon's cock pushing back in, this time more quickly and with less drag. Still very tight, but continuing to relax, Jeff's body began to accept what was happening. Small impulses of pleasure buzzed around his stretched hole.

"I can't believe it feels this good," Jeff said, more to himself than to Damon. "I love getting fucked."

Damon pulled out again, but only halfway, then pushed back in balls deep. The sensations running the length of his cock were fantastic, making it difficult not to go faster. Steadily, he began a rocking motion, truly fucking Jeff's not-so-virgin hole.

Both young men wrapped themselves in the physicality of it, not speaking, but giving encouragement with throaty grunts and moans, the sounds of male-on-male sex. Ever so slowly Damon picked up the pace, taking longer strokes in and out, moving faster, throwing Jeff a real first time fuck. Slapping sounds of sweaty skin surrounded them as their bodies ground together with each thrust.

"Oh, god, fuck me!" Jeff groaned about five minutes in. "I want it all."

Damon answered by going even faster and harder. Jeff reacted instantly.

"FUCK, YEAH."

In the front room of the motor home Eli sat with his feet still propped up, his book open in his lap, but now faced with his own hard cock blocking the view of the pages. He'd been able to hear everything as it had happened between Damon and Jeff, finding it impossible to block the sounds of sex from the primitive part of his brain that made him want to fuck. He was so horny he'd almost started to jack off while listening, but stopped himself before he'd touched his cock. A dark, and widening, wet spot of precum leaked from his erection and into the fibers of his shorts. The small area of slickness felt delicious as he moved to get comfortable on the bench seat. Again, he tried to ignore what was happening less than twenty feet away just beyond the folding door of the motor home bedroom, but after realizing he'd read the same paragraph at least three times, but still unable to recall what it meant, he gave in.

Closing his book and laying it on the floor, Eli hooked his thumbs under the elastic waistband of his shorts and wriggled them down his legs and over his feet. He was now as naked as the other two boys, but on his own. Absent mindedly, his hand moved to his cock and began to stroke it, spreading the slick precum over the head. He continued to listen for sounds from the other room as Damon continued to fuck Jeff.

Damon was lost in the fuck, he sensed nothing else but his cock repeatedly slamming it's way into the tight, wet hole in front of him. He didn't care who it was, he just fucked it, for the sake of fucking. Suddenly, his orgasm began to form deep within his groin, somewhere behind his cock and balls. He'd wanted the fuck to last longer, but was past stopping now.

"Damn it...fuck...I'm cumming," Damon squealed loudly, out of breath, as he pushed hard and as deep as he could, feeling the thick shots of jizz fire out the end of his cock and catch in the rubber encasement. "FUCK!"

Jeff was pleased and disappointed all at the same time. Pleased that Damon had cum inside him, but sorry it was over so fast. All the pressure on his prostate had caused a river of precum to flow from his cock and he'd just started to stroke his hardness in time to Damon's thrusting. Damon slowed, finally stopped moving, but didn't pull out. The fullness in his ass still felt great to Jeff, but he missed the actual fucking, moving in and out, working and stretching his ass. He wanted more.

"Can you keep going? Fuck me again?" he asked Damon.

"Yeah, in a few minutes, give me some time to catch my breath, babe," Damon told him. The answer wasn't what Jeff wanted to hear at that moment, he wanted to fuck again while he was so worked up. Just then both of them realized Eli had pushed open the door and stood watching them, his cock tall and stiff in front of him, one hand lightly stroking it.

Damon stared at Eli for a few seconds, then looked at Jeff. Jeff, turning his head and looking into Eli's face, didn't ask, but Eli answered his question anyway. "I'll fuck you."

Damon reached to the shelf again and tossed Eli a condom, then handed him the lube bottle. "Fuck his ass, Eli, this boy needs cock like I've never seen."

"I heard all about it," Eli said, grinning widely. Taking Jeff by his ass cheeks, which had remained high in the air, he pushed him over, then continued pushing and pulling until Jeff was on his back in the middle of the bed. Stuffing a pillow under Jeff's lower back, then lubing his own latex covered cock, Eli moved into position.

"Tell me if this hurts, it's going to feel different in this position," Eli cautioned Jeff. With no more warning he pushed into the boy's hole.

"AH SHIT!" Jeff yelped.

Eli stopped pushing, realizing he'd buried his cock in one long thrust. He took an ankle in each hand, rolling Jeff upwards a little more. Pulling out about two inches, he quickly reversed and pushed in deep.

"FUCK, what are you doing to my ass?" Jeff moaned as his head rolled back, his hands tightly gripping the sheets.

"I'm fucking you," Eli told him. "Probably bumping your prostate, it might make you cum." Eli didn't waste any time, he wanted to cum, too, and it wasn't going to take all night to get there. He was too horny to make it last for long and began to fuck his cock in and out of Jeff's body. Jeff wasn't protesting, but he did a lot of squirming.

"Uhhnnnn...uhhnnnn...uhhnnnn," Jeff grunted each time Eli's cock barged in.

"I'm getting close," Eli warned. "Damon, stroke his cock for him."

From where he'd been watching his friend fuck Jeff, Damon leaned over and took Jeff's cock in his hand. It was wet with precum, but more sticky than slippery, so Damon dropped some lube onto the head.

As Eli stroked from the inside, Damon stroked from the outside, causing Jeff to tense his torso and rare back onto his shoulders. "FUCKING GOD! GONNA CUM!" he screamed.

Just then Eli pounded hard, squeezing his buttocks as tight as he could to force as much of his cock into Jeff's ass as possible. Within seconds the thrusting in combination with Jeff's orgasmic spasms tipped him over the edge. "Take it, man, take my cum!" he directed Jeff. Wave after wave rolled over them as they peaked, then began to calm.

Eli pulled out of Jeff's ass and rolled over onto the bed next to him, breathing deep and steady. Jeff was perfectly still except for the rise and fall of his chest and he, too, breathed deep. Still leaning on his elbow, Damon looked at them both, then also lay back onto the bed. A few minutes passed when Eli finally said something.

"Are you alright? Did we hurt you?" he asked Jeff with sincerity.

He took one more full breath, then Jeff answered. "No, I'm good. Fuck that, I feel great. It was so intense, that's all."

"Cool," said Damon. "Hey, I'm hard again."

Jeff turned and looked at Damon and saw him smiling in the dim light. "No way, I've got to let things settle."

"So blow me," Damon suggested as he moved onto his knees above Jeff's face, his cock waving about.

"Lord, you two..." Eli said. "I'm taking a shower. I'd love for you to join me," he added, patting Jeff on the leg, "but it's too small for two people."

Jeff didn't answer, his mouth was too full of Damon's cock. A few minutes later, over the sound of the splashing water, Eli heard Damon moaning into another orgasm. After drying off, Eli looked into the bedroom to see both guys talking and casually touching.

"Hey, can Jeff stay the night?" Damon asked his roommate. "His folks are gone so he's on his own until Sunday."

"No problem," confirmed Eli. "Just be careful," he warned, looking at Jeff and pointing at Damon, "he's a sex maniac."

"Shut up," laughed Damon, followed by Jeff's own giggle.

THE END

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