Stories : The Northernmost Nag – Chapter 6

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Chapter 6 – Can’t Top This

The cool concrete floor had remnants of sand from the dunes. I was underneath the water’s spray looking down at three sets of bare feet. Thinking about our layers of skin that must have washed off, I hoped this could mean a smooth finish to the rest of our week. On my right side was a man who fell into my world easier than I could have expected with our diverse backgrounds. To my left his buddy, who knew how to calm the raging tides with a mixture of muscle and wit making me feel completely at ease. In between two hot men and trying to gain control, I turned the shower nozzle on both my new friends. The water in the outdoor shower was very cold and could make you jump when not prepared for it. Samson made me pay for that shock to his system by pushing me over into Marcus. He spanked my ass red hot while Hendrix grabbed my wet head smacking his semi-erect dick on my lips.

Caught in the middle was more than just pleasurable; it was downright gluttonous this close to lunch time. And I had forgotten that our three comrades we left behind because they did not want to do the hang gliding thing were preparing us a massive feast by the pool. Samson had decided to start with my ass as an appetizer. He spread my cheeks apart and spit cold shower water on my hole. Marcus leaned against the wooded wall and watched while his buddy stuck his long tongue deep inside my ass. He knew how to eat my ass sending shivers up my spine. I should have known Samuel would rim me with the same intensity that he performed on the football field. His fingers spread me apart wide and he buried his head in between my cheeks to go deep. Pushing back hard against Samson’s wet tongue inspired me to grab his smooth bald head and move my hips like I was a Salsa dancer. My asshole was hot, wet and weeping for more of his tongue lashing. Suddenly, he withdrew his long tongue and inserted two fat fingers with ease. I moaned loudly as Samson added a third finger, his teeth biting my cheeks lightly sending me over the edge.

Marcus had seen enough of my ass prep. Turning me around and handing me over to Samson, the muscle man, who picked me up face-to-face and sat me down hard on Marcus’s dick. I hollered with a mix of pain and pleasure. Samson may be a beast of a man, but he’s a romantic one. He forced his tongue into my mouth and we French-kissed until Hendrix started driving his dick in me harder. We had to preserve our front teeth, so Samuel just backed up watching us and jerked his dick furiously.

I felt like Marcus and Samson had an unspoken agreement on how far Samson could play with me sexually. My newfound soul mate laid claim to my interior world, both physically and spiritually. And I liked this new feeling of being claimed by something ethereal and mysterious as soul mates finding each other on the outer banks. When all we had hoped for was rest, relaxation and time to party hard with our friends for a week. Our bodies move inspired or in spirit persuaded to do things we might have feared to do before. I wrapped my legs around the back of Marcus locking us together tightly. He had to support us as I pushed up and down on his dick with my arms braced on the wooden walls.

With all this activity, I had not heard Jimmy sneak up on us. Well actually this was his folk’s house, so he was not sneaking around at all. Just needing to shower off the sand from his cooling off walk back home, however when he saw all of us in sexually steamy embraces I guess he did not want to be involved. Samson thought otherwise and grabbed his arm pulling him into the tight space. He worked quickly to remove Jimmy’s clothes and pushed him under the cold shower. We stopped fucking for a while and scooted around to sit down on the bench still linked together. Like voyeurs we watched as Samuel took control and washed all the sand from Konni’s body. My college tennis buddy didn’t put up a fight and let Samson’s huge healing hands caress his bruised ego.

Konni leaned against the shower wall closing his eyes as if to say he wasn’t taking part in all of this. Just passively-aggressively allowed Samson to move from washing off the sand to eating his second big-muscled tennis ass of the day, until Jimmy’s hedonistic pleasure centers responded with each long lick of Samson’s powerful tongue. We started gyrating again and I turned around to face Marcus. He smiled an evil grin like he knew Samson was going to make his move on Jimmy and turn him from a top to a subservient bottom. If anyone could do it, Samson was the man. I did not want to watch him lose his virginity, so I leaned in and kissed Hendrix deeply sitting down hard to feel his dick reach my innermost pleasure spot.

After Konni allowed Samson to open him up with three fat fingers, he began to wake from his dazed, apathetic mood. He turned around and faced Samson and tried to push him out of the entrance to the shower. Samson solid as the walls of Jericho did not budge. He was smiling that evil grin they must give a special class in at Howard. I had not realized that Jimmy and Samuel were exactly the same height. Samson seemed taller with all his muscular bulk and personae. Konni was not amused and grabbed Samson by the balls and squeezed tight. Samuel pulled Jimmy into him growling deep and bit the wide bridge of Jimmy’s nose. Marcus knew that this might turn into a battle of wills. A pissed off, spoiled rich kid and a brick hard footballer who grew up on the streets of D.C., a battle between the liberated city that never sleeps and the politically gridlocked capital where its residence have no vote.

Konni must have realized that his face was what attracted so many folks to offer him unlimited sex play. He released the grip on Samson’s balls and his nemesis stopped biting the bridge of a handsome nose. Not much damage done to Jimmy’s sexy look just a red mark like he was starting to sprout a large pimple. The two stared each other down for a minute as their cocks protruded out hard touching each other. Hopefully stubborn heads will work out a way to please the raging hard dicks that were trying to tap the other out like wrestlers on a mat. Held captive in intimate quarters with your friends, you begin to discover new proclivities that would never come to light otherwise. Samuel forced Jimmy to kiss him deep while Konni tried to resist. He pushed on his brute until Samson grabbed both wrists and wedged Konni up against the wooden stall. The two struggled for a while but there was no match. Samson overpowered Konni and pulled his head back so he could suck on his neck marking his rightful ownership of this sexy conquest. He grabbed Konni’s head and spoke with such fierce power that his spit spewed hot consonants landing on Jimmy’s tongue, “Fight back bitch.”

“I’m nobodies bitch,” Jimmy hissed back. He quickly freed one hand and landed a punch on the side of Samuel’s head.

“Fuck, I’m going to enjoy taming your spoiled ass,” Samson spit back. With his powerful right leg he unlocked Konni’s knees forcing him to kneel. His dark black dick was not long like Konni’s but just as powerful with its wide girth. He had a beer can sized dick, fat from head to his low hanging balls, and used it to leave red welts on Konni’s pretty face. The slapping sound was contagious and motivated Hendrix to make my ass cheeks sting with his long hands.

Marcus was extremely turned on watching the dueling bros and his dick started growing fatter inside me. He was ready to pound out another load. My legs needed to stretch so I moved off his dick turning in the tight space allowing him to take me doggie style. Bent over I was eye to eye with Konni. There was a longing I could read from him like tennis partners playing doubles and communicating with just a look. Before we made any attempt at passing along this nonverbal request, I stuck out my tongue and licked his lips. His attempt to make up for what happened on the dunes was an extremely passionate kiss which stopped Samson from dick slapping him. Hendrix was trying to control his impending orgasm by pushing deep inside me and stopped the forceful ten inch strokes.

Our kiss seemed to freeze frame the heat we were creating. I don’t know how long our tongues, teeth and lips lashed out a change in our friendship, but Samson and Hendrix were suddenly sidelined by this expression of lust that would never grow into love. It was a gateway to a new experience for both of us. My ears started hearing Freeze Frame as if J. Geils Band was performing a private concert just for me. The frame melted and the beat changed rapidly as Samson took back this video. He pushed his fat dick between our kiss and we started to please him with a duet that only our lips could perform.

We were all hungry for release. The picnic aromas started floating in our direction so it was time to get off and move onto feeding our ravenous guts. Marcus grabbed my hips to put his ass popping move on me. He loved to pull all the way out and stab his dickhead back inside with precise power. Samson was jerking his wet fatty with fierce abandonment while we were wrapping our tongues around his cock. I was dripping pre-come with a constant stream that would soon be milky white the way Hendrix was beating up my most sensitive spot.

The vibratory power of guttural moans seemed to shake the walls of the shower like a tropical storm we had pulled on shore with our sexual magnetism. Samson arched back holding his dick above our open mouths. He wrapped his fat fingers around the fat head of his dick and shot a load that drenched our lips like a hot geyser. Following this display of showering jism, Hendrix pulled his dick from my wet asshole and pushed in between our dripping lips. The force of his heavy load landed come from our foreheads down our cheeks and into our waiting mouths. I could not hold out any longer. Rising from my doggie stance I pumped out what was a second load with the quiet calm that comes during the eye of a storm. Konni cleaned me up with a tongue lashing that sent me into spasms. Then he rose from his subservient position and pushed me down to meet his eleven inches dripping wet with pre-come. I knew what he had to have without instruction. He started beating his long meat regaining his personal power. I wrapped my mouth around his dickhead with my own powerful suction. It didn’t take long for his creamy load to coat the back of my throat. All four of us stumbled with shaky legs onto the pool deck with mouths watering for the next feast.

David W. Bradburn