Anthony In Key West. Pt. 01

After getting settled into his own house, Anthony settled into what he later referred to as his "time of decadent luxury."

By the time he'd moved in, he had cultivated a circle of sexual partners with whom he could explore the kinds of pleasures that men could experience together. There was Michael, of course, and David from the hotel. At Anthony's urging, David's roommate and occasional lover had joined them in a threesome. After that, he was a regular partner in trysts that usually included David. Greg found that being able to fuck at Anthony's house was somewhat liberating.

There was Brett, the realtor. One of Michael's acquaintances among the men he met, and fucked, at orgies, and the bar manager at the tennis club.

With all that, and an orgy about once a month, it was a rare day or night that he wasn't able to enjoy an orgasmic embrace with another man. Or men.

That didn't stop him from exploring, to a degree. One day he decided to take a stroll along the beach where it had been alluded that random, anonymous sex could be enjoyed.

Barefoot, wearing a bright red bikini swim trunks, Anthony laid out a beach blanket near one of the thickets of brush that provided shade. And shelter for illicit encounters.

After a while, a man sauntered along. Similarly dressed to Anthony, he wore his blond hair longish. His body was deeply tanned. Anthony figured him to be close to 35.

Wordlessly, he laid his own towel next to Anthony's. Twenty minutes passed as they enjoyed the warm sun. In time, the man said "I'm Jeremy."

"Hi. I'm Anthony."

Jeremy leaned close and said "Would you like to fuck me? I'd like you to fuck me."

Anthony rolled to his side and propped up on an elbow. "Where?"

Jeremy nodded towards the trees. "Right up in there. It's my favorite spot. This is where I like to come to get fucked. C'mon." He led the way.

There was a perfect little space just two steps into the thicket. Sun-dappled, there was enough cover that two men kneeling in the sand could only be seen by someone walking only a few feet away.

Jeremy knelt and beckoned Anthony to come close. He pulled a small tube of lubricant from the waistband of his swimsuit and pulled Anthony's trunks down, revealing his rapidly stiffening member. After a momentary suckle, Jeremy applied a healthy quantity of lube before turning away. Still kneeling, he pulled his trunks down to the top of his thighs, exposing his hole.

Anthony dropped to his knees and pressed his cock to the offered prize. He gently pressed, and Jeremy's flesh opened and accepted him. He paused with just the head of his cock ensheathed by the man's warmth. "All the way!" Jeremy hissed. And Anthony slid balls deep in one gentle thrust.

They came quickly. As their orgasms faded, Jeremy gently slipped from his impalement, turned and said "Thanks." and was gone.

It was Anthony's sole visit to the beach, other than a couple of times he and Michael went together, and enjoyed a more fulfilling lovemaking session in the same alcove of trees.

He couldn't deny that there was a particular thrill to an anonymous fuck on the beach. It just lacked the things he had come to expect with sex. Whether it was the intensity of a lengthy session of man-on-man eroticism, with long bouts of fingering and sucking and stroking; where each orgasm was merely a prelude to another. Or whether it was the thrill of multiple partners, where hands and lips and tongues caressed his body, while his cock throbbed inside a mouth or an anus, or a cock throbbed inside of him, or all of the above, and other men watched with lust burning in their eyes and hearts and loins.

Quick, anonymous sex on the beach offered none of that.

On the other hand, the tennis club had something else to offer. He had met the manager when he signed up, then met again at an orgy.

The tennis club attracted a lot of northern visitors. Many of them were men both successful and athletic. And some of them were looking for another kind of excitement while they visited Key West, unattached. The club manager made sure they were paired up, on the court, with the right regular members.

Anthony played twice a week, along with regular tournament play. He was highly regarded as a strong competitor. He was also a very companionable one, gracious in both victory and defeat.

Larry was a home builder from North Carolina. On Tuesday, he defeated Anthony in three sets. The next day they had a rematch, which Anthony just barely won. It was a match played in the sultry heat of early April afternoon.

By the time the match ended, both men were drenched in sweat. "Listen," Anthony said as they headed for the locker room "why don't we have a beer at my place? You can shower up there if you'd like."

Larry said he was up for that, and Anthony gave him the address. "Give me a five minute head start. Park in the drive, behind my 'Vette. The door'll be unlocked"

The five minutes gave Anthony enough time to give himself a quick enema. He also shot a thick dollop of lube into his love hole. He didn't shower.

When Larry walked in, Anthony was standing in his bedroom doorway. Leaning against the doorframe, arms crossed, legs crossed at the ankles. Naked. And rock hard. "Like what you see?"

Larry didn't answer. He walked straight up to Anthony, stopped a foot away, and unbuttoned his tennis shorts. When his own hard cock sprung free he said "You've been wanting to fuck with me since about a minute after we hit the court.

Anthony wrapped his hand around Larry's cock. Larry took Anthony's in his. Almost instinctively he began to slowly jack it. Anthony said "Not really. What I've wanted since about a minute after we hit the court is for you to fuck me."

"That's good. Because I want to fuck you."

They moved closer and kissed, tongues intertwined as they pressed their cocks together. Anthony led them to the bed, flopped on his back and drew his legs back. He reached around his legs and spread his cheeks. "This is what you want. Come and get it. I'm all lubed up."

Larry knelt on the bed, gazing at the prize that was Anthony's puckered hole. He pressed his cock to it. When the head penetrated the opening, Anthony gave a little gasp. Larry looked at him, questioning. Anthony nodded. "Now just slide all the way in, nice and slow."

They both moaned as Larry felt Anthony's fuck hole embrace him.

"Oh God, you feel good!" Larry exclaimed as he went balls deep.

They fucked. It was brief, but intense. Larry's thrusts were hard and fast and deep. Anthony came first, but not by much. When he saw Anthony's cock spurting thick jets of spunk all the way to his chin it sent him over the edge. He roared with passion as he emptied his balls deep into Anthony's anus.

They fell apart panting and sweating. "That was incredible." Larry exclaimed. "I haven't fucked a guy in quite a while. I almost forgot how good that is. And when you came! Wow!"

Anthony rolled to his side, propped up on an elbow. "Do you only fuck guys?"

Larry explained that he was actually married. Had a small architecture firm back in Charlotte. He came down to the Keys four times a year. Twice, for a week each, with his wife, for some sun and sand. Plus, twice a year he came down by himself for a couple of days. To play tennis, and indulge in some man-to-man action. Jim at the tennis club was his connection to that action. He always made sure Larry played tennis with someone who was looking for the same thing.

"What about you? Only guys, too? And what do you do to live down here?"

Anthony answered the second part first. "My family had money, which helped. I gambled on some commercial properties in New York. They now pay me a monthly salary that makes life pretty easy. Gives me time to do what I like best."

"And what's that?" asked Larry, noticing that Anthony's smile had a hint of wickedness.

"I like to fuck. I've only been here a few months, but I think I've landed in paradise or something." Anthony rolled to his back, maintaining eye contact. He used his hand to smear Larry's cum around on his chest. "I get fucked, or fuck somebody, four or five times a week. Sometimes more. Only guys."

"Do you always cum like that when you get fucked?"

"Oh yeah. I love getting fucked. But I love other things, too."

"Like?"

"Oh, like getting fucked while I'm sucking a cock, and both guys cum at the same time."

Anthony's dialogue was having the desired effect. Larry's cock was getting hard again. "You have two guys at the same time? That's hot."

"Ooooh, I've had two and three and four at the same time. Sucking two guys... well, sucking and jerking them off, getting fucked, and having another guys sucking my cock, all at the same time. Wow. And there was a whole bunch of guys watching, because it was an orgy. It was amazing."

"You do orgies?" Larry was now rock hard.

"Yeah. I do some kind of threesome or foursome at least every week, and there's an orgy to go to once a month or better." Anthony rolled Larry to his back and straddled him. "But right now, I want your cock in my ass again."

He slathered the big shaft with K-Y and then pulled his feet up so he was squatting over his new lover. His own cock was rock hard between them. Anthony rose up and guided Larry's member to his love hole, then slid down around it.

This time they fucked slowly, languidly. Anthony rose up until just the head of Larry's rod was inside him, then slowly rode down, luxuriating in the feeling of being filled.

Larry's gaze was fixed on Anthony's cock. "It's beautiful." he whispered as he caressed it with his finger tips.

Anthony poured some lube on it. "Nice and gentle." he cooed. "Nice and gentle. Do you want me to cum first? I know you liked watching me squirt."

"Yes!" Larry hissed. "I want to see you squirt before I cum!"

Anthony's pace quickened, and quickened some more as his orgasm rose. "Now! Jack me off hard! I'm ready to cum!"

Larry squeezed his thick, slick cock and masturbated him vigorously. Both of them were focused on Anthony's cock, and in seconds they were rewarded with the sight of a thick milky jet of spunk erupting onto Larry's chest. Then another, followed by a thick drizzle that ran down Larry's hand.

Anthony grabbed Larry's cummy hand and pulled it up so that he could lick the creamy treat. Larry said "OH GOD!" and drove his hips upward, trying to shoot his seed as deep as he could inside the beautiful and erotic Adonis he couldn't believe he was fucking.

Anthony remained astride, holding Larry inside of him until he was completely soft. When he rose, a thick dollop of cream dribbled out of him and onto Larry's cock, which caused the architect to say "Oh. That's even kinda hot."

They laid on their backs, staring at the ceiling. "Wow." Larry said. "Do you know how long it's been since a guy made me cum twice? And you're so.... sexual when you're getting fucked. I've fucked a lot of guys who don't really enjoy it. I mean, they want a cock in their ass, but it doesn't make them cum. Not like you. It's just... wow."

Anthony got them a couple of cold beers, and they relaxed together, naked, and quenched their thirst. Both men were coated in both sweat and cum. When their beers were empty, Anthony took Larry by the hand and led him to the party room.

The spare bedroom had been turned into a proper fuck palace. A sling, complete with stirrup straps, was suspended from the ceiling. A sturdy coffee table had been upholstered in padded black leather. Anthony explained that it was the perfect height for a man to lay on his back and get fucked in the ass, while hanging his head off the other end and get fucked in the mouth. A shelf held a variety of dildos that he had managed to amass in just a few months. There was an ample supply of lubricant. Mirrors on every wall. Decorative sconces, about a dozen, held candles.

"Have you ever done it with more than one guy?" Anthony asked, coyly.

Larry shook his head, his eyes fixed on the dildos. "No. Never really had the chance...."

"Well, if you're still in town tomorrow, I can invite a couple of friends. This room is perfect for four guys. I guarantee you that we'll blow your mind."

They showered together. Anthony had paid to have a larger capacity water heater added before he moved in, knowing that he'd be showering regularly with his guests.

Towelling each other off led to a stiffening. Anthony went to his knees and used his mouth. He moaned appreciatively when Larry rewarded him with another creamy climax, and drank it with gusto. When he stood, Larry's mouth was open with desire, and they kissed. Then Anthony turned and faced the mirror. Larry reached around him and lovingly masturbated him as Anthony leaned back into his new lover.

They both watched in joy as Anthony jizzed all over Larry's hand. Anthony licked it clean, then pressed his mouth to Larry's again. There was a moment of hesitation- Anthony suspected that it was rare that Larry got a taste of cum- followed by an enthusiastic coupling of tongues.

Larry was almost visibly drained by the intensity of the encounter, but was eager to experience what Anthony promised. He left, promising to drink lots of water and eat some protein and fruit before tomorrow night.

Anthony had found Larry to be an exciting partner, but still had to fight the urge to invite Mike over for another good fuck. Instead, he puttered around the house, naked, while doing some mundane chores that needed doing, watched some TV, then went to bed.

He also telephoned Greg, and David at the hotel, and invited them over for playtime the following night, mentioning that he'd met someone who would love to join them for some excitement. Anthony had thought of inviting Michael, but decided that having three much younger men all to himself was going to blow Larry's mind completely. Which is what he hoped to do.

Greg and David were already there when Larry showed. Anthony had him undress before leading him into the party room. Greg was in the sling, and David was lubricating him. David said "Hello" with a deep, probing kiss accompanied by a loving stroke of Larry's hard cock.

"Have you ever fucked in an orgy, Larry?" he asked.

"Never." Larry's voice betrayed a touch of nervousness.

Another kiss. "Well, I can assure you that watching guys fuck, and having guys watch you fuck is very, very intoxicating. I promise you'll love it."

David sat down on the bench, which Anthony had positioned so that it was perfect for viewing the action in the sling. Greg was holding the dildo he had picked out, and was lubricating it. Anthony positioned himself between David's open legs, took the dildo, and in the gently flickering candle light he slid it into Greg's asshole. Larry said "Ooooh." at the same time that Greg did.

David whispered into Larry's ear "You like that, don't you?"

Larry couldn't look away. "It's so hot." His hand reached over and circled David's cock and slowly stroked it, almost in unison with how Anthony was gently pumping the dildo in Greg's hole. David grasped Larry's cock with his own lube-slicked hand.

Anthony lovingly dildoed Greg while he slowly and easily stroked Greg's cock. After several lingering kisses that allowed him to press his cock against Greg's sweating body, Anthony went to his knees so that he could enjoy the sight of Greg's asshole being violated by the sex toy. He loved Greg's hole. It was exquisite. And seemingly always ready for a toy or a cock. And cum.

As they kissed, David could feel the tension rising in Larry's body. "You want them to fuck, don't you. You want to see them fucking."

Larry could only nod.

"Then cum in Anthony's mouth. I think he wants you to cum in his mouth before he's ready to fuck Greg."

Anthony turned and opened his mouth when Larry rose. The first jet of hot sperm landed on his cheek. The remainder went straight into his open mouth. Anthony sucked the last few spurts with enthusiasm, letting the bulk of Larry's ejaculation dribble down his chin, erotically.

Anthony pulled the dildo out of Greg's ass and smeared the jizz that was on his face all around Greg's hole. Then he rose and slid right into him as he bent forward and kissed him deeply.

"Oh God! I'm gonna cum!" cried Greg. David went to him and took Greg's cock in his mouth. His reward was several powerful jets of silky liquid. To Larry's own astonishment, he was so caught up in the power of the raw sexuality that infused the room that his mouth sought David's. Kissing a man with a mouth full of cum sent a jolt of power that hardened his cock in a way he couldn't remember ever experiencing.

He pulled David closer to him as they watched Anthony fuck Greg with his powerful cock. He marvelled at how Greg's cock stayed rock hard even after cumming so hard his whole body shook. But he couldn't deny that the presence of other men, magnified by the erotic lighting- candles plus one red and one blue light, added an element to fucking that he'd never experienced before. The desire, the lust, the need to feel another man's body was supercharged by the atmosphere of the room.

Anthony cried out in passion as his orgasm erupted. "Ah! Ah! Ah!" he shouted as he thrust deep and hard, pumping his cum as deep as he could. When he stepped away from Greg, Anthony held his hand out to Larry, beckoning him to take his turn.

He gazed at the prize that was Greg's succulent hole when he readied himself to enter. It was especially arousing that all three of these young men were masculine. Greg's body was especially enticing. Every inch of his flesh was tanned, and his pubic hair was shaved smooth. His puckered hole was twitching in anticipation of his thrusts. He gasped and Greg moaned when he shoved himself in with a single thrust.

Anthony and David stood on either side of him as he fucked the beautiful young supplicant with the magnificent cock and the tight, willing asshole. His mouth went back and forth between the two men watching him fuck. Their tongues were so enticing, and their mouths tasted of sperm. Wave after wave of pleasure washed over him, building and building in intensity.

David pulled Anthony away and bent over the table, resting his chest on the surface so that he could reach back and spread his ass cheeks wider. His reward was Anthony's big rod buried balls deep in his rectum.

Greg stared up at the man fucking him. He luxuriated in the power of the architect's thrusts, exhilarated in that feeling of being stretched and filled, of being the object of intense desire. He knew the look on the newcomer's face. That look of exploding desire. Greg saw in Larry a man who had rarely, if ever, sucked a cock and felt it explode in his mouth. Probably never been fucked. But tonight? Tonight Larry was going to beg to feel cum erupting in his mouth, coating his tongue and lips. He was even certain that, before this playtime ended, Larry was going to beg to feel a hot throbbing cock pulsating inside of him, pumping warm jizz into his inner sanctum. And he was going to love it.

For Larry, the raw intensity of the moment was literally mind blowing. The sights, the sounds, the smells of men fucking men; of watching men make love while he was making love to another man just a step away. When Greg said "Give me your cum!" he erupted in a way he'd never climaxed before. Once it started, it felt like the orgasm wouldn't stop. It felt like he pumped a gallon of cum into Greg's asshole.

As Larry's body shook with pleasure, Greg was radiant with the joy of being fucked. The joy of having a cock inside of him. "I wanna cum in your mouth!" he exclaimed.

And Larry was so caught up in the moment that he did something he'd not done since college. He bent down and wrapped his mouth around Greg's throbbing shaft and was filled with joy when the hot nectar exploded.

Almost before the last jet of silky spunk had gushed forth, Greg was pulling him up so that they could kiss and share the sticky treat. Larry let his cock slip out of Greg's hole, and rested his chest on the young stud. Together, they watched the other pair mating.

It occurred to Larry that Anthony was a stallion in a group of studs. The night before, he'd been a willing and excited receptive partner, joyfully offering his asshole for their for his pleasure. And now, just a day later, two hot studs were spreading their cheeks for him in order to satisfy their own lusts for cock. It created an excitement of a kind he'd never experienced before.

And that was elevated by the fact that he was embracing a hot young stud and watching another pair of beautiful and exciting men fuck just a step away from him. Seeing the look on David's face as Anthony's cock pistoned in and out of him excited a new desire within Larry. When David cried out and jets of creamy sperm splashed across the leather of the bench, that desire became a need.

He whispered his desire to Greg. The young satyr extricated himself from the sling and led him to the bathroom and helped him prepare himself, a ritual he found intimate and erotic. When they returned to the sex room, Anthony and David were sitting on the floor beside the fuck bench. The two had licked up every one of the strings of cum from the leather surface and were kissing passionately, their faces smeared with love nectar.

David and Greg helped Larry into the sling. With his feet in the stirrups, he was totally vulnerable. Anthony moved between his legs and massaged his hole. David and Greg stood on either side of him, their cocks ready for his mouth.

Anthony pressed his thick rod to Larry's hole. Applied pressure until the sphincter popped open. Larry gasped. It hurt, but not enough to dampen his need. He needed to experience the pleasure that all three of the men in the room had experienced. He needed to feel a man inside him. Not just any man, but a beautiful stallion of a man who could satisfy any need of any man, with his mouth or his anus or his long, thick, glistening cock.

Anthony paused when Larry's flesh swallowed the head of his cock, and squeezed Larry's with his lube-slicked fist. Larry's face registered some pain, but he could also see the need. That same need he often felt. Need and desire. The need to be taken and stretched and filled and defiled by another man's lusts.

And the desire to feel the intensity of orgasm that can only be reached by being stretched and filled and defiled. The kind of orgasm a man can only have with a cock in his ass.

Anthonly made a ring with his thumb and forefinger, and slid it down the length of Larry's hardness, matching the rate at which he was sliding his own cock into him. When he was balls deep, Larry shouted "Oh God Yes!" then turned his head and wrapped his lips around David's cock. He was jacking Greg off at the same time.

Anthonly fucked him slowly, pumping his cock in rhythm with the way Larry was sucking Greg and David. Despite the pleasure that Larry's body gave him, he was focused on bringing Larry to climax. After all, he knew in the back of his mind, there would be more playtime in the morning with David and Greg. At this moment, his intent was to take this man to another level of physical joy; one that he'd likely never experienced before.

Anthony knew that Larry was approaching the peak. The pace at which he was jerking off and sucking the other two studs was becoming frenetic. He was gasping for breath, and moaning. Deep, lust-filled moans.

David came all over his lips and tongue, then Larry cried out and his body bucked. A single voluminous jet of silver cream shot out and splattered on his belly, followed by several more, but weak, pulses of love nectar that merely ran out and coated Anthony's fingers. When he licked his fingers, he found the trigger he needed and pumped his last orgasm of the night into Larry's asshole.

Larry left just after midnight, walking in a fashion that indicated that his mind had been blown. The other three curled up together in Anthony's big bed. They slept soundly, but dreamt of pulsating cocks, hungry mouths, and lubricious assholes.

When Anthony woke, he was intertwined with David, their hard cocks pressed against each other's thighs. Before he was fully awake, David moaned just a bit and rocked his hips slightly to give his cock a pleasurable rub. Then Greg said "I thought you two were never going to wake up."

There was a sexual huskiness to Greg's voice. When the other two looked at him, he was on his side facing them. Propped up on one elbow, with a knee crooked up, he was slowly pumping a dildo in and out of his ass. A drizzle of precum was hanging erotically from the tip of his cock.

David reached over and caught the drizzle on his finger, then licked it off erotically. He smiled while he ran a finger up the length of Anthony's hardness. "Whatever kinds of fucking are we going to do this morning, men?"

Greg moaned a little as he shoved the dildo in as deep as it could go. "Know what I want? I wanna fuck myself until I cum. And I want you both licking and sucking my cock when I cum." Lust gave his voice a sexual breathiness that served to elevate the desire rising in the other two men.

David's gaze was fixed on the dildo that Greg was pumping in and out of his ass. "That is SO hot. It makes me want to jerk off in your mouth."

Greg moaned approvingly. "I also want this." he said. Then he told them. Of course they agreed.

Anthony and David positioned themselves so that they could both get their lips and tongues on Greg's throbbing cock. Greg pumped the dildo faster and faster, then he gasped and arched his back. Anthony and David laughed as their tongues lapped at the hot, sticky cream. They all laughed when they kissed and shared the fruits of Greg's orgasm.

As they kissed, Anthony pulled the dildo from Greg's asshole, and shoved his cock up inside of him instead. "Oh God yes!" cried Greg when he felt himself being filled with hot man-flesh.

Anthony luxuriated in feeling Greg's body grip his cock, taking his time getting to balls deep. His mouth opened and David's cock filled it.

They moved as one, with Anthony setting the tempo. He was in full sexual glory. He loved the feeling of David's cock in his mouth. His tongue stroking the smooth flesh of the shaft. The soft meat of the cockhead striking the back of his throat. The thrill of anticipation of the eruption of the muscular pulsations and hot jets of warm, silky nectar. The excitement of making another man climax with his mouth. The shared experience of incredible mutual pleasure.

Beneath him, a similar but different experience. The pleasure of his cock inside of a man. The joy of mating. The joy of the fuck. The joy of giving a man his cock, and that man giving him his hole for their mutual satisfaction.

David growled with lust when he came. Spurt after spurt of his jizz filled Anthiny's mouth and he moaned with satisfaction as the liquid he so loved filled his mouth. He wanted to swallow it, drink it down, but he knew that Greg wanted to share in the bounty. When their mouths came together, Anthony used his tongue to push cream into Greg's mouth at the same moment that he drove his cock deep and pumped his own seed into Greg's asshole. Greg came a second time, with his cock sandwiched between their bellies.

They fell apart, laughing and gasping for air, their bodies bathed in sweat. After a bit, they showered together. Greg mused, as the hot water cascaded over them, and bodies responded to intimate touches, that it was too bad he had to go to work, so they didn't let it go too far.

After Greg left, Anthony and David wandered back to the bedroom. It wasn't long before David was on his back, guiding Anthony's cock to his own hole. They made love gently and quietly, taking the time to feel each other's bodies. The night before, and the morning after had sated their lust for hard, fast fucking. Now was the time to let mouths linger together, and let each other really feel Anthony's cock sliding in and out of David's hole.

Anthony came first, pumping his seed deep in his friend's belly, as their tongues danced together. Then David's cock erupted and coated both of their bellies with his own luscious cream.

They lazed away the day in naked bliss. Lust ebbed and flowed. When a cock became hard, an orifice was made available. They used each other's bodies languidly, and not not every mating act ended in orgasm. Several times they merely linked their bodies and lay still, with Anthony's cock buried balls deep inside David, and let their hands roam across each other's bodies as they shared the joy of man to man loving. Each of those times they separated before the need to cum became too urgent to press down.

The third time that David became hard, Anthony knelt in front of him and jacked him off slowly with one hand while pumping a dildo in his hole with the other. David exploded into his open mouth, and Anthony let the nectar splash on his tongue and dribble down his chin.

They kissed, then David lay on his back on the floor. Anthony squatted over him and jerked himself off, aiming his own orgasmic stream at David's mouth. Then they laughed and kissed and shared in the taste of each other's joy.

The last time they made love that day started with Anthony sprawled on the sofa in his sunny living room. David knelt beside him, caressing and kissing Anthony's cock. Fingering his asshole.

"You're incredible." said David. "You have this magnificent cock. I mean, I dream of it. I dream about it sliding in my asshole. The way it throbs when you cum. I love the feel of it squirting in my mouth. I love the way you suck cock. When you suck cock, you can tell you love it. And the way you love getting fucked! It's so hot watching you when a guy fucks you. Or when you use a dildo. It's just so hot, Anthony. I'm sitting here, and I can't choose if I want you to fuck me again, or if I want you to fuck my mouth so I can taste your cum one more time today."

Anthony pulled him up so they could kiss. "It's okay. I'll decide." he said, knowing that just by taking control, David's desire would ramped up a notch. "I wanna fuck you." he whispered into David's ear. "I wanna feel your asshole wrapped around my cock. I want to feel your ass squeeze me when you cum, then I'll put my cum inside you one more time."

They rolled on to the floor and the big sheepskin rug. Anthony hitched David's legs up over his shoulders. He gave David the lube and let him slick them both up. Then he shoved himself up inside David's wanton hole and fucked him until they shouted their orgasmic joy.

Anthony met Andre at a social event at the tennis club. Andre caught his eye by virtue of his remarkable looks. Tall and graceful, with piercing eyes and caramel-colored skin, he magnified his innate exoticism with a shaved head and just a hint of make-up. He flirted with the older ladies of the club, and a couple of the husbands that he knew wouldn't be put off by his behavior.

Somewhere along the evening, he sashayed over to the bar where Anthony was having a nice conversation with a raven-haired hairdresser whose husband maintained the boat of the tennis club manager. Anthony couldn't help but think that the woman simply oozed sexuality.

Andre held out a hand for a shake, rather effeminately, and said "Hello. I am told that you are a man-about-town that I simply must meet. And, I must add, even if I hadn't been told that I must meet, I would have done so on my own. One does not simply ignore such a fine looking man as yourself." He winked conspiratorially at the lady, "does one madam?"

She smiled and said "Most certainly not." She gently touched Anthony on the arm. "I'll leave you two to get to know each other. I'm certain you'll have plenty to converse about." Then she winked at Andre.

After getting a refill on his wine glass, Andre segued to a different conversation. "I recently purchased a place down here, and it turns out we have some mutual friends. I know that we would have likely crossed paths at one of their little festivals, but I just feel that it would be lovely to get to know each other in a more intimate setting."

Anthony did find the man rather intriguing. Even a bit intoxicating. His appearance was both exotic and dramatic. His darkness made his smile more dramatically bright, and he loved to flash that smile. His voice was deep, with a gently feminine lilt. The accent vaguely Jamaican. His fingers were also femininely long; the nails decorated with a polite red enamel. The mascara was only apparent up close.

Andre kept the chit-chat light. Before they parted ways to visit with others, Andre handed Anthony a gold-embossed business card. "I am told that you are a skilled and enthusiastic lover of men. I would be delighted to enjoy an evening of your company, if you are so inclined. Tomorrow night, maybe? About 9 PM? I'm sure it will be delightful."

Anthony "I'd be delighted to enjoy your company, sir."

He arrived at the appointed hour. The bungalow was set back from the street, and the shrubbery made for a very private entryway. He knocked and heard "Enter!" from inside.

Andre was off to his left, leaning in a doorway, with a wineglass in hand. He was stunning. His body was somewhat thick, without being fat. His dark skin glistened with oil. Andre was naked but for a pink silk pouch that held what seemed to be a rather large manhood. The pouch was attached to a slim black belt. He also wore high-heeled shoes, with a lattice-work of lacing that went to the tops of his calves.

Anthony moved to him and they gently kissed. "You look stunning." said Anthony.

"Well, you have me at a disadvantage. You are fully clothed. Please undress and let me see you in your proper attire for a visit such as this." He nodded to the bedroom to their right. "Then we can enjoy a glass of wine together."

Anthony undressed and left his clothes folded on a chair. Folding them neatly just seemed the right thing to do, as Andre exuded an air of formality. He took the moment to examine the bedroom. A large bed, with mirrors on three sides, was the centerpiece. On the bookcase headboard were lubricants and dildos. There were also three large paintings on the walls. Each painting featured men making love gloriously and joyously.

He rejoined in the living room. Andre expressed admiration. "You are truly a lovely man, and genuinely well equipped for the arts of making love." He let a finger gently caress Anthony's stiffening cock before handing him a glass of chardonnay. "Come, let me show you my humble abode."

Andre's late 40's bungalow was rather spacious, having undergone a recent facelift. A modest kitchen, two bedrooms, and a spacious living room, dining room, and library combo. That large L-shaped space had been made a bit of an art gallery. There was an abundance of phallic imagery and iconography. It was apparent that Andre had deep pockets.

"As you might imagine, I have an affinity for art that celebrates the male organ. It is, after all, such a fine instrument, don't you think."

Anthony agreed. He found himself thinking that he was experiencing a whole new kind of seduction. Andre's speech and manner had a tremendously endearing warmth to it. "And what is it that you do for a living, Andre? If I may be so bold as to ask."

An earthy chuckle. "Oh, my parents passed young, but left me well off. I receive a monthly income from properties in Jamaica. Which frees me to travel and make love to beautiful and exciting men." He looked at Anthony, casting an appreciative eye at his cock. "Such as yourself." He turned into the library. Here, the artworks were more explicitly erotic. Along with more phallic sculptures, there were more paintings that seemed to be from the artist whose works were in the bedroom.

A half dozen black-and-white photos caught Anthony's eye. Each was a close-up of either a cock in an asshole, shot from different angles. The centerpiece was a straight-on close-up of the anal opening of a dark skinned man. A thick dribble of what could only be semen was escaping from the man's hole. "My god but that's beautiful." said Anthony.

"Yes, I quite like it too. A lover took that photo of me just after we had enjoyed a wonderful bout of lovemaking." He appeared to ponder the picture. "The anus is such an important part of lovemaking between men. I believe we should celebrate it more. Give it the due it deserves for the pleasures we find in it."

Andre turned to face Anthony. Moved close and swung his hips gently so that his silk-encased cock brushed against Anthony's manhood. "When men make love with men, so much of our pleasure is derived from the fact that we make love with the anus. I love a man who can worship one properly. And I love a man who is willing to share the pleasures of his own love opening with another man. I am told you are a man who is skilled in all aspects of such love. That your mouth and your manhood and your anus are all vital tools that you use in your sexual exploits."

Anthony realized that they were now close enough to kiss, so he did. Then "Yes, that is true."

"Well, now I feel overdressed for the occasion." Andre unclasped the belt that held the pouch and his manhood fell free. It was magnificent. It was the biggest cock that Anthony had ever seen. He touched it. Gripped it. He imagined it surging in his mouth, and licked his lips involuntarily. He imagined it stretching and filling his asshole. And he wanted it.

"You think it's beautiful, don't you?"

Anthony nodded, wordlessly.

"Yes, all the men who cast eyes on my manhood feel that way. Many desire it, but only a few are able to be loved by such a specimen. But, that is okay. Tonight, we shall make love however it suits us. But we will surely make love like men." Their wine glasses were empty, and Andre took Anthony by the hand and they walked to the bedroom.

Andre went to the rail at the foot of the bed and leaned forward with his legs apart. "I want to feel your tongue."

Anthony knelt behind him and used his hands to spread Andre's perfectly formed ass cheeks. He ran his tongue around the sweet pucker hole, and Andre moaned appreciatively. Anthony alternated between licking the man's love hole, stroking his scrotum with his tongue, and sucking on the meaty, dangling ball sac. Andre moved his body in synch with Anthony's tonguing and sucking.

He turned, and Anthony grasped the shaft he was offered with both hands. Gazing up into Andre's eyes, he wrapped his mouth around the thick cock head. Andre caressed his cheeks lovingly as Anthony used his tongue and lips to seek the liquid prize that was waiting inside the hard flesh.

"Go easy." admonished the Jamaican, gently. "I want you inside of me when I climax. I always want my first orgasm with a new lover to be when he is inside me. Two men should always be enjoying anal love the first time they experience an orgasm together."

Anthony ran his tongue around the big pink glans. "Oh, I'd be more than happy to suck you and feel you explode in my mouth. I love when a man cums in my mouth." he teased.

"I can see that. Your mouth is exquisite. I can tell that once a man has made love with you, he must have an enduring desire for your mouth and your tongue.

Andre moved to the bed and lay on his back. He reached up to the headboard and grabbed a bottle of lube. "Lubricate me, then I will lubricate you."

Anthony poured the oil on Andre's balls and let it run down to his hole. First he massaged the opening, then added more oil and used two fingers to get it inside him. The response he got told him he was on the right track. Once he was certain that the man's love hole was sufficiently slick, he handed the tube of gel to Andre.

He used both hands to lube up Anthony. The caresses were loving and skilled. "Such a magnificent instrument. I am sure that you will not fail to please me with such a tool at your disposal."

Then Andre raised his legs and used his arms to hitch them behind his shoulders. Anthony had never imagined a man could be so flexible, let alone a man with some size to him. Even better, the position had the effect of drawing Andre's anus open, exposing a patch of pink flesh surrounded by chocolatey caramel. It got even better.

When Anthony pressed his cock to the prize, Andre, gazing up at him with an angelic smile, said "Have you ever made love to a man who can do this, Anthony?" and wrapped his mouth around the head of his own cock. Then made a couple inches of it disappear.

Anthony gasped "Oh My God!" as he plunged in.

He tried to go easy, but he was experiencing a whole new level of erotic love. His thrusts were hard and animal-like. Andre urged him on. "Yes! Yes!" he gasped, then returned to sucking his own cock. When he came, he released his shaft and let it squirt freely. Much of his spunk managed to land on his tongue and open mouth, but it was also on his cheeks and chin and chest when his rod stopped pulsing and squirting.

Anthony started cumming after the second spurt of cream hit Andre's face. The contractions of Andre's anal ring simply made it impossible to not climax. He roared with pleasure, then dropped his mouth to his lover's and they gasped and kissed as Anthony drove his seed deep into the other man's belly.

They kissed passionately, revelling in the sharing of the fruit of Andre's loins, their tongues greedy for taste of the nectar. Finally, reluctantly, Anthony withdrew from the warm embrace of Andre's hole and rolled to his back. "Wow!" he said. "That was incredible."

They lay gently intertwined. Anthony on his side, with a leg over Andre. Andre gently ran his fingers over Anthony's skin. In due course, they were both hard again. Anthony reached behind himself and gave Andre's massive tool a loving squeeze.

"I need you inside me." he whispered.

"I know. I sense that with you. Your need makes me hard."

Anthony shifted so he could reach down and lubricate Andre's shaft. Then he rose, holding the hard cock and guiding it to his opening. He lowered himself, gasping when the thick head popped his sphincter open. A pause, followed by a slow and gentle easing of the entirety of Anre's massive rod into his passage. It was the biggest cock he'd ever taken, and it felt fantastic!

"Let's just lay still for a minute. I just want to feel how you fill me up." Anthony said.

"That's good. I just want to feel your body." Andre nuzzled at Anthony's neck and grasped his cock and began to stroke it.

Anthony began to move, pumping his hole almost the entire length of the cock that impaled him. He quickly began to moan. Suddenly "Oh God! I'm cumming!" and he exploded all over himself.

Thick streamers of cum splattered his chest, followed by a heavy gush that flowed down over Andre's hand. Even as his orgasm began to fade, he almost shouted "Keep fucking me! Don't stop. Keep fucking me!"

He grabbed Andre's hand and pulled it to his mouth so he could lick the jizz away. Andre gasped and grunted and drove hard and deep, filling Anthony's hole with his seed. Anthony's need urged him on, powering his mating instinct.

Both men moaned and gasped, caught up in the deep need to make love with another man. Anthony's excitement heightened by the raw exoticism of the Jamaican, and the physical feelings that his big cock generated. Each deep thrust filled him as he'd never been filled before. He was penetrated to a depth he'd never been penetrated to before. Only minutes after cumming, he was ready to explode for the third time that night.

Andre was driven by the passion of his new lover. Rarely did he find a partner who could so equally fulfill his need to be anally loved, as well as his desire to make love to another man in the same fashion.

And such a lover! A man capable of such magnificent orgasms! The thought of such an orgasm exploding into his mouth only served to make his loins tingle with the preamble to orgasm. He already loved that their mating ritual was now lubricated by his own liquid manly essence.

They came almost as one. This time they muffled their cries with each other's mouths. Andre loved that he could taste Anthony's own jizz as they kissed.

They laid together, spent but not ready for sleep. "When was your first time?" asked Anthony.

"Oh, my goodness. I was already 19 when I was seduced by a friend of my mother. That was my first with a woman. My upbringing was rather sheltered, and I attended a private boarding school. She had seen me swimming, and was enamored with my manhood. I must admit that she was an attractive woman, and I needed little seducing

From that, I learned that a young man with a large and willing penis can be very magnetic to bored housewives with inattentive and adulterous husbands. It was an enjoyable time."

"What about with a man?"

A smile at an old memory. "Oh, it was that same year, and I was seduced by one of my father's lovers."

"Your father's?"

"Yes. My father was a very driven man, and a hot blooded man. Early in their marriage, after my father had impregnated a woman, my mother put her foot down. She knew that he also liked to sometimes make love to men. So, she issued an ultimatum. He could have all the male lovers he wished, but no women. She was not willing to allow the chance that another woman could take her husband and his enterprises from him. She knew that could not happen if my father only had male lovers."

"This man was older?"

"Somewhat. He was several years younger than my father. He seemed to sense that I might have the same tastes as my father. He invited me to his home to do some physical work in his yard. After the work was done, he offered me a shower and a change of clothes. When I came out of the shower, he was naked, with an erection. The sight of which excited me in a way I hadn't expected. When he saw what I have been blessed with, he fell to his knees and made love to me with his mouth. He was very skilled in the art of oral love, I must say. The orgasm I experienced was like nothing I'd ever had. When he asked if he could make love to me anally, I was so overcome with desire that I could not say no."

Anthony loved listening to him, the way he spoke of sex rather formally but forthrightly in his somewhat sinsong island accent.

"He showed me how to prepare. When he first entered me, I thought I might die. But, within moments, I thought that I had died and gone to heaven. From that very moment, I knew that I was only ever going to make love with men from that day forward. I begged him to do it again, and then begged a second time."

He chuckled. "I soon learned that it was not necessary to beg. I spent the night with him. The next day I learned of the ecstasy of having a man ejaculate in my mouth. I had found true joy.

For about a month after that fateful day, I was a self-indulgent sexual animal. I think I made love with a hundred men in that time. I learned that a beautiful young man with a willing mouth and anus was a hot commodity. Luckily, I learned something else."

"What was that?"

"Oh, I learned that there were men who would pay me. There were men who would pay me to let them make love to me. Others would pay me to watch their lovers make love to me. It was an exciting time, being such an object of desire. And getting paid to feel men pay homage to my anus with their lust! It was wonderful. It was good that I knew I was desirable enough that I could be a discerning lover, and command a good price in order for men to sate their lusts."

Andre reminisced internally for a few seconds. "But, there was something missing. I had a desire, too. The need to mate with another man as men mated with me. Not that it was a terrible thing. We both know there's no feeling like that of being penetrated by another man, and feeling his climax inside of you. I met many men who, when they saw the size of my organ, were not brave enough to attempt to allow me to penetrate them.

Then I met Gordon. He was a handsome and sturdy son of a merchant. He had beautiful blond hair, and a magnificent body. I met him at a restaurant, dining with some friends. We knew the moment we laid eyes on each other that we would mate. Two hours later we were undressing each other in his apartment. When he saw penis full and hard, he took me to his bed and went face down, reaching back to spread his cheeks. And I truly made love to another man for the first time. Each time I ejaculated, he begged me for more, and I gave it. It was incredible. I knew that there was a reason that men desired anal love almost deliriously, and he showed me why. I think I climaxed four times that night. He did as well. And from that moment forward, I have considered my place in the world complete. I am a man who makes love with other men. I find great pleasure in having men lust for my anus, worship it, and penetrate it. And fill it with the liquid of their climax. And when I find a man such as yourself, who is in complete control of his body and experiences great pleasure when I penetrate him, I find that I must extend my stay with such a man, so that we both may strive for new heights in the art of manlove."

Anthony cast his gaze up at the row of sex toys on the headboard. "You like dildos."

"Yes. As should any man who considers himself a proper lover of men. On the nights when I do prefer to be alone, I love to use them to masturbate. If I am making love with a man who enjoys the use of them, they are used as a means to increase the desire, to stimulate the body and the mind before engaging in the true act of love. Lovemaking should always include a man ejaculating inside of another."

"You have an interesting way of making sex sound so formal."

"Well, of course. For men such as ourselves, gifted with beauty and immense sexual energy, it is our duty to elevate lovemaking to the art that it can be. That way, when other men watch us making love, they can be inspired to find ever greater pleasures with the bodies of men. And to seek greater pleasures for themselves. To elevate lovemaking to an art means one must adopt some formalities, even when one is cavorting with wild abandon."

They were both drowsy, eyes heavy with post-coital bliss. "But," Andre continued "in the morning we shall continue to explore our own erotic potential. Unless, of course, you have somewhere you need to be."

Anthony drew close, let his hand fall casually on the now gentle muscle that had penetrated him so magnificently, and purred "Oh, I have nowhere else I need to be for as long as we want to play."