The Intellectual Pansexual Ch. 08

They didn't dare move for several minutes. Finally, Taylor turned over onto his back, taking Rachel with him. His cock slipped out of her, but it still wouldn't soften more than halfway.

"Well?" Josh asked.

Rachel smiled at him, her head resting on Taylor's chest. "You have excellent taste."

"Thanks, mom," Josh smirked. "And you haven't even tasted him properly yet."

"I have all weekend for that," Rachel said. "I have every intention of making this jock work for it, after all. How many loads did you pump out of him today?"

"Just one this morning."

"Mmmm, good, there's plenty left."

"So let me get this straight," Taylor said, his head spinning and his body completely relaxed from the effects of the sex and weed. "You want me to spend the rest of the weekend having sex with you and your son and your boyfriend."

"Yes," Rachel replied. "Which you want as badly as we do. Your cock hasn't been able to go down since you got here."

"I'm just making sure." Taylor pulled Josh in for a kiss. "Your family is as incredible as you are. Thank you."

"Hey, you're a dream come true for all of us," Josh assured him. "I still can hardly believe you fucked my mom. A few weeks ago I was dildoing myself fantasizing about being a diver and you fucking me on the pool deck. And now you're here."

Taylor burst out laughing. "That's hot. Maybe we can try it some night." He stroked Rachel's back and butt, and she cuddled him appreciatively. "So...does Josh have a hot dad somewhere who will be joining us?"

Rachel chuckled and circled one of the swimmer's nipples with a finger. "No. Josh is the result of a frat boy who had an accident with a condom when I was seventeen. A couple months later I found out I was pregnant. My parents weren't thrilled but accepted the situation. I hadn't been irresponsible, after all. His parents were hysterical. They tried to get me to have an abortion, and when that didn't work, they tried to dispute their son's paternity. After that failed, I offered to let them buy me off in return for a complete lack of contact with their son ever again. He wasn't that good, anyway. I got college out of it, and Josh is getting college out of it, and we got this house. And, of course, I got a perfect son who became the most wonderful man I know."

Josh blushed and giggled. Jason was nibbling on his neck from behind. "And while I was growing up naked here-not a bad deal for me, either-my mom went to law school and fucked her way all around Miami. She was into four figures before she graduated."

Taylor involuntarily thrust upward at that revelation, humping his dick against the inside of Rachel's thigh. She chuckled in delight. "Do you share that ambition?"

"I do now. What kind of law do you practice?"

"Criminal defense and human rights, and sometimes a civil suit if it involves a question of constitutional law. I specialize in finding ways to stretch the Bill of Rights as far as possible in favor of the little guy."

"Stretching the little guy's mind and working the big guy's cock," Josh summarized. Jason exploded with laughter. So did Taylor. Rachel shook her head with a smile.

"Laugh, boys. I know you would have loved all of those big cocks I've taken over the years."

"Hey, I've taken some of them!" Josh protested.

"You share other partners, too?" Taylor asked. "Who know you're a mother-son team?"

"Oh, yeah," Josh said. "There's so many people in Miami into free love if you know where to look. Remember Scott and Michael? The guys who had me on the boat a few days ago? How do you think I got to know them? My mom hooked up with them, and when she got to know them better, she introduced us. And they also know Sam and Carl, who have been over here a few times."

"Josh, your roommate is leaking on me," Rachel said.

"Whoops!" Her son wiped Taylor's precum off her thigh with a finger and fed it to her. "Better?"

"Yes, thanks."

"I wish I'd lived next door to you as a kid," Taylor moaned.

"Well, now that we know you, we're keeping you," Rachel said. She pulled herself up and kissed him, clamping his dick between her legs at the same time.

"Fuck me!" Taylor exclaimed.

"We all will. In time," Jason promised him. "But I think I should point out that I'm the only one in this bed who hasn't fucked my girlfriend today."

"Then we need to fix that," Taylor said. "Josh, if you could slide out for a minute?" The teen obliged, and his roommate rolled over, taking Rachel with him. That positioned her perfectly for Jason to thrust his renewed erection against Taylor's, the head of his prick right at her entrance.

"I love muscleboys," Rachel sighed. "Fuck me, Jason. Please!"

"You're not satisfied with two guys' cum leaking from your pussy? You want to go for three?"

"Yes. Fuck me!"

"Why?"

Rachel twisted her head and looked him in the eye. "Because I need it and so do you. Fuck me, my love."

Jason shivered and drove inside her, not kissing her, simply staring at her. He wasn't being gentle, either.

"What's the most loads you've ever taken in a session?" Taylor asked.

"Thirty-seven," Rachel panted. "I beat Jason. He only took twenty-two that night." The memory seemed to inflame her lover, who pulled out, flipped her onto her back, and plunged into her, pounding her. She screamed. Her arms and legs locked around Jason, holding him in place as if she wanted him to fuck her throughout all eternity. Taylor felt he should give them some time together. He got up and went over to Josh, who was standing by the door packing another bowl of the Super Lemon.

"Having fun yet?" Josh said. He blew a cloud of smoke around his friend.

"More than ever in my life." The taller boy kissed him, putting all the love he could show into it. "Seriously, I can't thank you enough for the past week. And for giving me a fantasy that almost no one actually gets to live out."

"Oh, Taylor," the runner grinned. "You don't have to thank me. It's been incredible watching you grow. And being able to help you. And finding someone else I can be this free with. It seems like you're catalyzing my whole college experience. So thanks."

"We're going to spend the next four years finding a lot of people to share," Taylor said, taking the bong from him.

"And after that? You're going to stay in Miami?"

"Absolutely. But we won't have such good pickings once we graduate."

"You never know. We'll get into a lot more over-21 clubs and parties. And with our sexual flexibility, we'll be in demand. We'll probably finish out a lot of nights eating out gorgeous girls while their boyfriends who are too horny to care fuck our holes."

"True. We can take cock and eat pussy. Few straight guys can." The blonde stretched. "Your weed always makes me so horny. Or maybe it's smoking with you, because you make me horny." He got down on his knees and casually took Josh's cock in his mouth, licking the last of his mom's juices off it. Josh leaned back and enjoyed the thrill, adding to it with another hit off the pipe. The sight of Jason fucking his mom crazily made his balls tighten. The adorable little hunk was the first real boyfriend he'd ever known her to have. Most of her guys came and went pretty quick. Then Jason had walked into her office and had become the perfect combination of talented colleague, submissive boytoy, and passionate Latin lover. They hadn't missed a single day of sex since they had started fucking. And on a lot of those, Jason had done Josh as well. The freshman pushed the memories away and stepped back. On a whim, he slapped his dick against Taylor's blowjob lips a few times.

"You look hot like that. Want to go for a swim?"

"I always want to go for a swim." Taylor unfolded his long frame and started towards the pool. "By the way-"

"Yes, you can piss in the pool if you want to," Josh chuckled. "My mom says it's not the first time there have been watersports going on in that water."

"Your mom is kinky. I love that."

"Me too. Hey-want to make this an extreme swim?"

Taylor stopped. "How extreme are we talking here?"

"I had a few things in mind." Josh walked over to a table near the chairs that had a bunch of toys neatly laid out for an afternoon's use. "First, a prostate stimulator."

"Totally up for that."

"I thought you would be. And, to get adventurous, a triple cockring. Or, if your dick can't take it, a nice heavy metal one to let you feel the weight."

"My dick can take it," Taylor said, wagging his cock at his friend.

"You sure?"

"Bring it on."

"All right, show me that nice hole of yours." The taller boy was down on all fours in a heartbeat. "Fucking beautiful," Josh murmured, kissing it. "You're still a little puffy. That's so hot."

"Because it shows I take it up the butt."

"Yeah." The teen paused to lick the twitching flesh. "You're so much more masculine than any wimpy football player who would scream like a baby if his friends tried to dick him." He coated the Aneros toy with lube, then slid it gently inside his roommate's now-practiced hole.

"I love that!" Taylor almost shouted. Precum dripped from his cock.

"I know. Now do me." Josh bent over one of the chairs and presented himself, eager to be filled. Noticing this, Taylor took his time about the insertion, spending a couple of minutes easing the plug in and out of the runner's bubble ass, fucking him with it before letting in lock in place.

"Fuck," Josh said, straightening up and glancing at his cock, thick and heavy with blood. "That's gonna make this next part harder. Well, it's part of the tease." He put a hand on Taylor's shoulder. "I think you should know that fitting the cockring will be easier if I handcuff you."

"I seriously doubt that, but go for it," Taylor said, putting his hands behind his back in expectation.

Josh picked up the cuffs but didn't do anything with them right away. "I know we tried this out yesterday, but I want to be careful. I know you're curious about the bondage stuff I've done. And my mom and I have discussed introducing you to that in more depth this weekend. If you're willing. But at the same time, I don't want to push you if you're not ready."

Abruptly, Taylor grabbed the smaller boy's head and brought their faces close together. "Josh, I need you to understand something. I've seen what you look like in bondage. I want that. I want to have that freedom, that absence of all concern with thought or movement, to experience sex with an intensity I've never felt before. I'm not scared by it. I want it so badly that it hurts not to have it."

"You should only be willing to give up control like that to someone you trust."

"I do trust you. You gave me the ultimate proof of that today. I saw the relationship that you and your mom have built, in defiance everything most people think of as normal, and it's made you into a loving and generous person. I have everything you've done since we met to go by, and it tells me you're trustworthy. So I trust you, and those you trust." Taylor kissed him. "And I trust that whatever you do to me this weekend, I will get to do to you in the future."

"And more," Josh breathed. He snapped the cuffs on Taylor. "This part might hurt a bit, but it's for a good cause." Crossing the patio to a fridge by the poolhouse, he reached inside it and came back with a shallow tray of cold water. "Sorry," the smaller teen apologized, and dunked Taylor's balls in the water. The blonde made a strangling noise and tried to escape by rising on his toes, but Josh raised the tray to accommodate him. His sac shriveled and so did his cock, which dropped into the water and shrank even faster.

"We use salt water, it gets colder without freezing," Josh explained. With a washcloth, he quickly toweled off the jock's equipment and picked up a triple steel cockring, made of three rings of stainless steel in increasing size, welded together in a triangle. Working quickly to avoid bringing Taylor back to hardness too soon, Josh eased his balls through the large ring and then through the medium one before working his cock through the large and small rings. The resulting effect was of Taylor's cock, balls, and entire package being set off by separate steel bands. Putting it on was uncomfortable, to say the least. But as soon as it was on, Taylor felt his cock engorging again, getting even harder than before. The rings squeezed him and he felt it. Every vein on his cock stood out.

Josh resisted the impulse to lick it. Instead, he grabbed his phone off the table and snapped a few candids of the athlete staring at his cock, restrained for the first time. Bracing himself, he thrust his own erection into the ice water next.

"Wow," Taylor said. "You sure you're not a masochist?"

"I'm just very used to doing this," Josh said through gritted teeth. The speed with which he stuffed his deflated prick through the rings testified to that. It came back as rapidly as Taylor's had, especially when he began cockfighting the other boy.

"This is so hot," Taylor breathed, watching them rub their precumming helmets together. "Why the fuck do we never see this in porn?"

"Because people are dumb." The flanges of their cockheads were even more swollen than usual.

"Is this safe? It feels incredible. Like my whole cock is being stretched. Like viagra on viagra."

"Yeah, we just can't leave them on too long. Your dick can take it. That's one of the fundamental lessons of bondage as my mom taught it to me. Your body can take more intense pleasure than your mind can appreciate without practice. The same thing as an athlete working through pain."

"But it's not learning to appreciate the pain."

"Hell no. Is this painful?"

"Exactly the opposite. So good."

"Bingo." Josh uncuffed his lover. "Now let's get some water on that cock to cool it down. How did a horny Minnesota straightboy end up trying viagra?"

"It was at a party. One of my friends swiped some out of his dad's medicine cabinet and dared us to try it. Best fuck I ever had until I met you. Pretty much nonstop sex for three or four hours."

"I'm going to have to try that on you sometime. I'm surprised she kept up."

"Oh, she was a basketball player. A girl jock. And as greedy for it as I was. We hooked up a bunch of times after that."

"It's nice to know you weren't in a total desert up there."

"I guess not. But this is way better." Taylor kissed him and dove into the pool.

No training tool he had ever used gave Taylor as much drag as his own erection did. At the same time, the pressure of the water and the turbulence on his shaft was such a distraction that he had to concentrate to keep stroking. His instincts told him to fuck the water. His consciousness told him to take his time and enjoy the sensations-but it was a struggle to obey it. Very quickly, he realized swimming was a good thing: it took a little of the intense pressure off his hardon by sending the blood elsewhere in his body. The constriction of the ring made his erection feel almost as big as the rest of him. Probably the weed was playing with his perceptions, too, he realized. And the plug in his ass wasn't helping the situation either. Two powerful cums in one day were not enough; his mind was already screaming for another so soon after his last.

He rolled over onto his back and floated, panting, chest heaving, splayed and on display beneath the Florida sun. His dick pumped up and down of its own accord, spewing precum.

"Josh, fuck, this is insane."

"I know." Josh drifted up to him and rubbed his feet against Taylor's. That bit of extra contact was all the overstimulated jock needed. A prostate orgasm rippled through him. A few drops of cum leaked from his dick onto his rigid eight-pack.

"First orgasm from the stimulator alone?" Josh asked.

"Oh, fuck yes. Oh, fuck. I didn't know that could happen."

"Absolutely. And it's more likely to happen when you're high. And you can learn to work your ass muscles to fuck your own prostate with it." The other teen went quiet, and then Taylor heard him breathing rhythmically. He turned his head and watched Josh inhaling and exhaling, perfectly relaxed except for his dick, which was straining against its steel control. Almost as soon as Taylor realized what he was doing, it happened. The runner's body shook in the water while a steady flow of cum poured from his cock. Josh wasn't as good at floating as Taylor, though. The aftermath of the orgasm hit him and he sank briefly, his seed streaming white off him in the water before he came gasping and laughing to the surface.

"You did that intentionally?" The swimmer couldn't believe what he'd seen.

"Sure. Give me a minute and I'll do it again," Josh smirked. He took some deep breaths, and let himself float again. His breathing steadied. Taylor watched, fascinated. The teen's cock swelled again, veined and flaring. Josh let out a little cry and came, his second load just as plentiful as the first. This time, he sank almost immediately, his self-control cracking. The water around him was stringy with semen.

"It's fucking painful to watch you do that over and over," Taylor snorted. In spite of the backbone-tingling effects of his anal orgasm, he wanted to cum again. He flipped over and swam, doing lap after lap to take his mind off the heaviness of his cock. It didn't work. Motion only made him more aware of his constant, unending arousal. When he let his piss go, his dick was so tight that it felt like the longest cumshot he'd ever had. And the prostate stimulator apparently worked best with gentle motions. He was fucking the shit out of himself without cumming.

The swimmer hauled himself out of the pool and dried off. Josh had thoughtfully left a towel by the edge for him. He strolled over to the big chaise, where his roommate was relaxing.

"Is this what your life is like? Constant, never-ending horniness?"

"Some of it," Josh shrugged. Jason and Rachel were erotically soaping each other under the outdoor shower, and he was watching them. "And why shouldn't it be? Look at what our peers are doing right now. Getting drunk on cheap beer. Rubbing their dicks raw to porn. Staring at Netflix or playing a video game to learn how to kill. Studying themselves blind so they can get into grad school or into a high-paying job where they can be greedy and abusive to their heart's content. Sex and love seem like a better deal to me."

Taylor stretched out next to his friend and put an arm around the smaller boy. "So basically what you're saying is that they're all masochists."

"Yeah. Speaking of which, want me to take your ring off?" Josh had already removed his own.

"Sure. It's getting a bit uncomfortable."

"The triples are until you get used to them. The rubber ones are more forgiving, though. Do I need to cuff you again?"

"No, now that I know the shock is coming, I can take it." Hands clenched behind his head, the swimmer made it through Josh's rough handling of his balls with only a couple of gasps. With the ring removed, his cock wilted to half-hard, but wouldn't go any softer with the plug massaging his button.

"I do enjoy this in-between stage of hardness," Josh commented, cuddling back up to Taylor. "When you're horny as fuck and every touch feels good, but you're so exhausted from all the sex you've had prior to that point that you can't get hard enough to cum again right now. It's a really good frustration."

"What I love as much as the sex is the feel of your body on mine. Naked and unashamed. The way jocks should be."

"I'll never get tired of touching you. And you can touch me anytime, anywhere."

"You sure about that? Those are pretty broad terms."

"I trust your good sense. You'll know when not to do it and when to do it."

Rachel and Jason crossed the patio towards them, clean and ready for action. Jason unhesitatingly crawled on top of Taylor and kissed him. "Hi, beautiful."