Four Friends Ch. 03

As Lloyd got to the nearest bed I shut the door behind us and encircled him from behind with my arms, crossing them over his chest and tickling his nipples with my thumbs. He moaned and let his head fall back onto my shoulder.

"Mm, that's nice."

I thrust a tongue into his ear. "You're telling me. You look so fucking hot in that thing. It might as well have 'rim me' written on the waistband."

"So do it."

I pushed him toward the bed. "On your knees."

Lloyd obeyed. He clambered onto the mattress and knelt, head down. His ass was in the air, cheeks tensed and vulnerable, his cock and ball sack still imprisoned by the pouch of his jock. I spread his legs further apart so that the cleft between his cheeks opened, exposing the sparse, light brown hair in the crack that surrounded his small, tight, pink hole. I bent down, grabbed both cheeks under the straps of his jock and licked his butt just above his crack. I worked my way down until I felt my tongue reach the soft, velvety skin of his asshole. Lloyd was clean, but a faint, musky scent tickled my nostrils, a faint, bitter taste coated my tongue. It was the most secret place on a man's body and the prospect of having it drove me wild.

"Oh, yeah, eat that hole," Lloyd moaned.

I flicked my tongue rapidly over his anus and felt it twitch in response. Encouraged by his continuing noises of pleasure I shoved my tongue inside as hard as I could. This drew another loud moan from Lloyd, and his hand moved toward the pouch of his jockstrap to release his raging erection. I slapped it away, none too gently.

"What are you doing?" He tried to reach his cock again. This time I took hold of his wrist and pinned his hand to the mattress, my head still buried between his butt cheeks.

"You fucker," Lloyd said. He tried to wriggle out of my grasp. I abandoned his ass and dove onto the bed atop his body, grabbing his body around the waist. In a few seconds we were in the middle of a real wrestling match, panting, grunting and laughing as we struggled on the bed. My cock was as hard as a rock and I could feel that his was too.

The door opened and Bruce and Charlie entered, both naked. "Whoa," Bruce shouted as he saw us struggling. He and Charlie joined in the fray and in a short time we had our friend subdued and spread-eagled on his back on the bed. Charlie and I were holding one arm down apiece. Bruce had both Lloyd's ankles in his hands and was standing by the bed, leaning down on them with his full weight. We were all panting and sweating, Lloyd's chest heaving, the hair on it matted with sweat. He grinned upward at the three of us.

"All right, you got me. Now what are you going to do with me?"

"Hmm, let's see," said Bruce. "What do you think, Gene? Shouldn't this homewrecker get a special punishment?"

"Damn right," I said. "Did you say something about handcuffs, Charlie?"

"They're in that box in the closet. I'll get them."

"Charlie, what're you doing?" Lloyd protested.

"What does it look like? Helping tie you up." He made sure to give me time to reach over and grab Lloyd's other arm before he got up and went in the other room.

"Damn traitor," Lloyd said. I was squatting behind him now on the bed, my hard dick just inches from his face. He raised his head and looked at Bruce. "So it's gang up on Lloyd day, eh?" Despite his protests he wasn't struggling very hard to get away any more. I also noted that his cock was still hard. By now his precum had pretty much soaked the pouch of his jockstrap.

"You might say it's payback time, yeah," my partner replied. At that moment Charlie came back in with the handcuffs, two black, thick leather bands lined with fleece and joined by a shiny chrome chain, very luxurious.

"Wow, deluxe model," Bruce said. Charlie handed the restraints to me. I wrapped one around Lloyd's right wrist and fastened the Velcro closure in place. Then I brought his arms together over his head and put the other cuff around his left wrist.

"Hold his arms," I told Charlie, who obeyed, taking my place behind Lloyd. Bruce and I stood at the foot of the bed, looking at our prisoner, his arms pinioned, helpless to protect himself. Lloyd stared back at us, a mixture of anxiety and lust in his eyes. His nipples were erect and the head of his dick was peeking out of the top of his jock. He was turned on by this, no doubt about it.

Bruce went to the nightstand between the beds and picked up two condoms. Lloyd saw what he was doing and began to struggle, almost getting away from Charlie's grasp.

"No way am I going to take that monster," he protested, staring at Bruce's organ, magnificent in full erection.

"I don't see as how you have a choice, mister," my partner said.

"Aw please, have a heart," Lloyd begged. "I haven't gotten fucked in god knows how long."

"You should have thought of that before you fucked my man without my permission," Bruce intoned, his voice deep and sinister. He tore open the wrapper and sheathed his cock, unrolling the latex over the shaft with deliberate slowness. I wondered how much of this was playacting.

"Okay, okay," Lloyd said. "At least let Gene do it first. He's not as big as you are."

"What do you think, Gene?" Bruce asked.

I pretended to think it over. Finally I spoke.

"Give me one of those."

I took the rubber and climbed onto the bed. After I put it on I greased my fingers with lube, raised Lloyd's legs and poked one of my digits into his hole. It was tight. But not, I decided, so tight that he couldn't take me. Or Bruce.

I got up on my haunches and positioned the head of my cock at his back entrance.

"Be gentle," Lloyd pleaded.

I shoved my hips forward so that my rod broke through and surged into him in one huge thrust. Lloyd screamed, as much as in surprise at being suddenly filled with cock as with actual pain. I knew I wasn't big enough really to rupture him or anything, but it must have hurt some nonetheless. Charlie kept a tight grip on his arms as his body bucked and heaved under me.

I bent down, grabbed his face with both my hands and looked straight into his eyes. I got my lips down close to his ear so only he could hear what I was saying.

"That was for fucking Bruce last night when you thought I was asleep," I said to him, in a low voice. His eyes widened in comprehension. After a moment he nodded, conceding defeat.

I felt a pang of remorse at having hurt him. "You want me to pull out?"

Silence. His eyes shifted away, then met mine again. "Fuck me."

I grinned. "Take some deep breaths. You'll get used to it. I'm just the warmup act, remember."

Lloyd obeyed, while I held myself still. When I felt his ass muscles give a little bit I began to move, sliding in and out, at first slowly, then faster and faster. As I fucked him Lloyd's eyes lost their focus and his breath began to come in shallow gasps.

"Not so bad, is it?" I asked. He shook his head and smiled.

"It's great. Do it some more."

"You got it," I muttered. After a while I got too close to shooting and slowed down, then pulled out. Lloyd grunted as my cock popped out of his ass.

"Your turn," I said to Bruce, peeling off my rubber.

"Please don't do what he did to me." There was genuine fear in Lloyd's eyes.

Bruce smiled. "I'll go easy." He mounted the bed, grabbed Lloyd's legs and hoisted them onto his shoulders. "Remember what Gene told you. Take deep breaths, relax."

Lloyd's chest moved as Bruce placed his thick meat against his loosened hole and began to push at it in gentle thrusts. After a few tries he stopped thrusting and began to exert a steady, gentle pressure. A groan issued from Lloyd's throat, increasing in volume as more of my partner's cock entered him. Then I saw the entire head of Bruce's cock pop inside. Lloyd's groan turned into a shout of combined pain and triumph.

"Jesus Christ you are so fucking big!" he gasped, his eyes staring upward, unseeing.

"You're doing great," Bruce told him. "Just relax. Relax. Oh yeah," he crooned. "That's my baby. So hot. So tight. Yeah."

He sank in up to the hilt, his balls pressed against Lloyd's stretched cheeks, and another wail filled the air.

"Oh, fuck!" Lloyd tossed his head from side to side, his eyes screwed shut, his teeth gritted.

"Yeah, you got it all, baby," Bruce said. "How do you like it?"

"Damn," Lloyd said.

Bruce began to thrust slowly in and out, still being careful. Charlie came around to one side of Lloyd's head as Bruce continued to fuck, raising it and guiding his cock into Lloyd's waiting mouth. I dared not touch myself, otherwise I would've blown right then and there as I saw them fill Lloyd up at both ends.

For the next few moments I watched Bruce's massive piston ream our prisoner's hole. Even after all these years as his partner I still was sore afterward when Bruce fucked me. Lloyd was going to remember this night for a while.

Lloyd turned to me. "You too. Get over here and give me that cock."

I let him give me a few strokes with his mouth before pulling back. "Not yet. I don't want to cum yet."

"Suck mine," Charlie said, forcing Lloyd's head back toward his own prick and shoving it into his mouth.

We continued this way, Bruce plowing Lloyd's ass while he nursed on one or another of two hard cocks ranged above his face. At one point I put on a new rubber and relieved Bruce for a while, then we switched off again. Before my partner took Lloyd's ass for the second time he stripped him of his jockstrap. Lloyd's cock sprang free, still leaking its apparently endless supply of precum. We hadn't allowed him to touch himself this entire time, and maybe that was his worst punishment.

"Untie my hands," he pleaded. "I've got to cum."

Bruce shook his head with an evil grin. "No, sir. We decide when you can shoot."

"Aw, c'mon. When?"

"Soon. Soon," Bruce grunted, his face contorted into a grimace as he accelerated his pace. "Getting close, man... Oh yeah... going to fill you up... Oh yeah, yeah, YEAH!"

Triumphant, wordless shouts punctuated his last huge thrusts into the helpless body underneath him. Bruce raised his face in triumph to the ceiling, his eyes screwed shut, his mouth open. I knew his cock was delivering its load into the rubber deep inside Lloyd's ass, and the thought sent me over the edge. With a shudder and a groan I leaned forward and blew my wad over Lloyd's face in thick splashes. He stuck out his tongue to taste it, and to receive Charlie's seed as well. We coated him in tandem with our hot cum.

Lloyd writhed in agony and ecstasy as he received our three loads. It was time to put him out of his misery. I grabbed his cock and began to jack it hard. In seconds his breath began to come in harsh gasps.

"I'm cumming."

I bent and took him in my mouth just as he blew, feeling his cock pulsing as he filled me with his seed. Lloyd shouted and thrashed, his arms still pinned to the bed by Charlie. I let go of his cock, keeping his load, and moved up to his cum-splashed face. Lloyd's eyes were shut, his face screwed in a grimace of ecstasy. His hands were clenching and unclenching in their restraints. He sensed me close to him and opened his eyes. As soon as his mouth opened in an "O" of surprise I descended on it, sealing my lips onto his and dumping what I had inside.

Caught by surprise, Lloyd struggled under me, muffled protests issuing from his throat, but I grabbed his head and held his face to mine, forcing him to swallow his own load. Then I let go and let him fall back onto the bed. Lloyd lay gasping, speechless, his cheeks splashed with my cum and Charlie's, a little of his own dribbling down his chin.

I saw Bruce nod at Charlie. He ripped the Velcro free and released Lloyd's wrists from the restraints. Bruce began to pull back slowly. Lloyd gave a last cry as the cock that had stretched his hole to the limit popped out of his ravaged ass. He lowered his legs to the bed with a sigh, his entire body free at last.

The three of us drew back, silent, watching Lloyd as he lay on the bed, eyes closed, chest still heaving from his exertions. I began to worry. Had we gotten carried away, been too rough? Taken out our own anger and frustrations on him? If so, this weekend might have ruined whatever friendship we had left.

After long moments, Lloyd opened his eyes. I held my breath.

He smiled. "That was amazing."

I drew a sigh of relief. Bruce smiled, first at me, then at Lloyd. "You okay?" He was standing, hands on hips, his cock still impressive at half-mast, hooded with a full rubber. Most men would have looked ridiculous in that state. He looked damn hot.

"Well," Lloyd said, "I don't know if I'll be able to walk tomorrow, but right now I'm great." He turned his cum-stained face up at his partner, kneeling near him. "You are such a fraud. Not into bondage scenes. What bullshit."

Charlie was grinning from ear to ear. "Like Gene said, we're all trying new things this weekend."

I handed Lloyd a towel lying on a nearby chair so he could clean himself up. "Well, gentlemen," he said as he wiped the cum off his face, "I think we can say this weekend has been a success, don't you agree?"

I looked at Bruce. We smiled and nodded at each other.

"Right," I said. There were still things that needed to be settled before we left, but they could wait. Right now it was time for dinner.

We tried a new Italian place that Richard had recommended to us. It was crowded and popular and we trooped to the bar to wait for a table. After a while Charlie excused himself and Bruce motioned Lloyd and me closer.

"Listen," he said, "I want to ask you guys' permission to break the rules."

"What do you mean?" I asked.

"Charlie and I want to spend some private time together tonight."

Lloyd raised his eyebrows. "Why?"

Bruce said, "Charlie wants me, and I'm willing. But he's too shy to do it in front of you guys, especially you, Lloyd."

"He shouldn't feel that way."

"Maybe he shouldn't, but he does. How about it?"

"I don't have a problem with it," I said. Lloyd was silent, then he shrugged. "Sure, why not?"

"Thanks," Bruce said. "We're not kicking you guys out. Just give us some time by ourselves in the bedroom after we get back."

Despite his assent, Lloyd seem perturbed by Bruce's request, and disappeared after dinner without saying where he was going. I stuck around for a few minutes, then said, "Well, enjoy yourselves. I'm going out for a while." I left the room, planning to hang out in the lobby.

After fifteen minutes or so of looking at the human traffic and trying to read the paper, though, I got restless and decided to go out, maybe to a nearby bar. I reached in my pocket and found that, though I had my room key, I had forgotten my wallet. A curious feeling ran through me at the discovery that I would have to go back up to the room. I realized that I was struggling with the temptation to try and catch a glimpse of Bruce and Charlie in action.

I made my mind a perfect blank as I took the elevator up, got out at our floor and walked down the hallway. I put the key in the lock and opened the door slowly, making sure that it didn't bang shut. The outer room of the suite was dark, but I saw a dim vertical stripe of light. The door to the bedroom was cracked open.

Almost of their own accord my feet moved across the carpet until I was at the bedroom door. My heart was pounding so hard I imagined that it might betray my presence to Bruce and Charlie. Trying to stifle even the sound of my breathing, I leaned forward and peered through the crack.

They were well into what they were doing. Bruce had Charlie on his back, his legs in the air, both of them naked. Charlie's arms were around Bruce's neck, their faces close as Bruce thrust into him again and again, his muscular, dimpled cheeks clenching with each downward stroke. As I watched their mouths met in a languid kiss.

I felt a stiffness tenting the front of my pants as I watched them make love. Bruce's motions were gentle, tender, in contrast to the pounding he had given Lloyd. I saw Charlie's head tossing from side to side, his mouth open in a smile of pleasure. I had felt a mixture of arousal and jealousy at the sight of Bruce and Lloyd together. Now I felt only affection and pride that my partner was giving Charlie his special time.

I gazed at my lover fucking my friend a moment longer, then found my wallet on the table and tiptoed out.

I didn't get back from the bar until midnight. When I slipped into the bedroom Bruce and Charlie were asleep in each other's arms. There was a dark shape in the other bed, and the sound of heavy breathing.

I took off my clothes in the dark and slipped under the covers next to Lloyd. I thought he was asleep until I felt his arms around me, drawing me close to him. I remembered him and Bruce the night before and stiffened, preparing to resist. A strong scent of alcohol hit my nostrils.

"I'm not going to do anything," Lloyd whispered to me, "Except say I'm sorry."

"About what?" I said, puzzled.

He sighed. "Sorry for everything. All the pain I've caused you, and Bruce, and Charlie."

I wasn't about to get into it right there. I patted him on the cheek. "There's nothing to be sorry about. Go to sleep."

I was afraid he was going to argue, but Lloyd released me and turned away. In a few moments his breathing evened out into a regular rasp again. He was asleep. I, on the other hand, lay staring up into the darkness for a long while.

The next morning we prepared to check out. It felt strange to have clothes on in the room--we had adhered to our ground rules pretty well on the whole. The four of us exchanged hugs all around, warm, prolonged embraces that felt curiously fraternal after the more intimate contact we'd had most of the past two days.

"Still friends?" Lloyd asked me as he squeezed me tight. He didn't give any sign of remembering our whispered exchange in the dark.

"Of course," I said, sounding more certain than I felt. It would take a while to figure out whether this experiment had worked or not. Still, at least we had tried it.

The door shut behind them, and Bruce and I turned to each other.

"Well, I guess we should clean up a bit," I said.

"Why? The maids have seen condom wrappers before," he said. There was a gleam in his eye that I recognized, even before he started to unbutton his shirt.

"Put the 'Do Not Disturb' sign on the door. Checkout's not until noon."

I had seen Bruce naked all weekend, but as we kissed and embraced on the rumpled bed I felt as if I were seeing him with new eyes. The stabbing agony of his cock as it penetrated me had never flared with such intensity--the pleasure that followed had never filled me with such heat. I lay in his favorite position, bent double underneath him, my calves on his shoulders, and let him take me. After a while, though, I rose and pushed at his body until we changed places and he was lying on his back on the bed. I bent and licked his nipple, sending a shudder through him.

"I want what Lloyd got," I told him, "Your ass."

Bruce grinned up at me as he raised his legs and hooked them over my shoulders. "I want what Lloyd got," he replied. "Your cock."

I smiled at the man I loved, took hold of my organ and slipped it into his willing hole.

EPILOGUE

It's been several years since that weekend in the hotel suite. We've never done it as a foursome again.

Bruce and I will celebrate our twentieth next year. We're doing fine, I guess, much as always. Once in a great while, when it's a special occasion or when we just need to blow off a little steam, we'll spend a night at the local bathhouse, or we'll invite someone back home with us. It's always a guy we don't know, and we never do it with anyone more than once.

Lloyd and Charlie aren't together any more. About a year after our sex weekend they split up. I heard through the grapevine that Charlie threw Lloyd out, tired of his constant fucking around on the side. Since they were both our friends that put Bruce and me in the awkward position of having to choose between them. So, as it often turns out, we ended up seeing neither, which is too bad.