Author's note: this is the seventh installment in a ten-part series.
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Suddenly there is another presence looming beside us. I look, and see that it is Tim. A wall of chisled, muscled flesh. Shock and surprise register somewhere deep in my mind.
Tim? Here? How?
But then I remember Tim's large, powerful hand wrapped around my cock, the look in his eye as he had tossed me the condoms the other night. Immediately, my body responds to Tim's presence with a rush of increased arousal.
Tim reaches for Carl and pulls him so that Carl is sandwiched between us, facing me. Tim's hands move across Carl's chest and Carl pulls me into their embrace and I feel both of them -- two sets of hands -- on me. Tim reaches across Carl to pull my head toward him and kisses me, forcefully, penetrating my mouth with his tongue. I reach around Carl's body to find Tim's cock pressing up along the cleft of Carl's ass. Tim's cock feels impossibly huge, there is a reflexive response in my ass, an instinctive clench and release.
Between us, Carl is tiny, a mere blip, compressed between two large, aroused males. He shudders; whether it is out of anticipation -- or fear -- I am not sure, but I lift his chin and take his mouth with mine, reveling in the plump, supple give of his lips, softness, whereas my hands on Tim encounter only firmness, muscle, raspy stubble, rugged jaw.
Carl pushes himself out from between us, and Tim turns his full attention to me. He pushes me roughly up against the edge of the pool, eyes even with mine. "You big fuck," he says, smiling, punching me softly in the chest. He reaches down to grab my cock, squeeze its base, like he did before, in the bathroom, the night when I was so drunk. "Cocky motherfucker," he says, and I feel his hard cock pressing into me, poking up into my belly, and then he kisses me, tongue probing again into my mouth. I feel another hand on my cock -- Carl -- standing close to us, stroking Tim's cock and my cock, rubbing them against each other.
I reach for Carl's ass, pressing my finger down into his cleft to find his hole, and I feel Tim's hand there, too, both of us palpating Carl's tightly drawn nub. Carl laughs softly and then breaks away from us, striding slowly across the pool.
Tim pushes away from me and starts to follow Carl into the billowing steam. For a moment, I stand where I am, heart racing, against the edge of the pool, and I have a momentary panicked flash, some part of my mind blaring a red-hot warning, but then my panic evaporates and I follow the boys across the pool.
The water gets deeper as we move toward the center of the pool. When it reaches my chest, I tuck my knees and submerge my whole body under the water. I float for a moment in suspended warmth, weightless. The heat from the water works its way into my body, relaxing the tensed muscles of my shoulders and back. The water presses in on me from all sides. On my face, the water is almost intolerably hot, a concentrated burning that leaves me pleasantly blank when I resurface into the cooler air, as if I had been cleansed and purified.
I wipe water from my eyes. In front of me, Carl and Tim are walking up a slight incline toward the far edge of the pool. I see Carl's round ass emerge from the water, then his thick, soccer-honed thighs. He is walking up a set of submerged stairs. He turns toward us and I see his cock bob up out of the water, thick and short. Tim reaches out to grab Carl, but Carl dodges away, running up the stairs until he's out of the water completely. Tim charges after him. I hurry, too, following them out of the pool and into another steam-filled room.
There are long benches here, covered in the same intricate tile as the pool room. Carl points to a bench, and Tim and I sit. I feel Tim's arm move around me to rub my shoulder and neck. Then he smiles and kisses me, deeply. My hand is rubbing his thigh, and then I move my hand to the base of his cock. Carl kneels and puts his hand over mine, and together we grip Tim's shaft. I can barely get my fingers around it, it's so thick at the base. Then I feel a hand on my cock, and I see that it's Carl's, and he begins to stroke me in a parallel rhythm to the movement of our hands on Tim. Carl leans over me and I watch my cock disappear into his mouth. He sucks for a moment, then moves his head to Tim's cock. Tim grabs Carl's head and pushes it down as far as he can. I feel Carl start to squirm and he grips my cock hard, in alarm, but then Tim pulls his head up again. Carl takes a few heaving breaths, and then smiles up at us. Spit trails down his chin and drips onto his chest.
"You like that, don't you, you little slut?" Tim says in a low voice.
"Yeah," Carl says, before plunging his head down onto my cock.
As Carl sucks me, I watch Tim stroke his own cock. With his other hand, Tim reaches around to grab Carl's ass. Carl bends over Tim's leg so that Tim can get better access, while continuing to suck my cock. Tim slaps and kneads Carl's round butt cheeks, which burn red from the heat of the room and from being so roughly handled. Tim spreads them with his hands, revealing Carl's tight, pink hole. He leans over and spits onto Carl's hole, then pushes a thick finger into him.
I feel Carl stiffen in surprise, but then he relaxes and moans as Tim pushes his finger further inside of him. Carl takes my cock out of his mouth and rests his head on my thigh, stroking my cock and twisting with pleasure as Tim fingers him. I reach over and press my my hand into his crack, too, then begin to work one of my fingers in to his hole alongside Tim's. Carl's hands dig into my body as his hole stretches to accommodate us. The inside of his ass feels tight and hot. I put Carl's hand back on my cock, encourage him to keep stroking me. I am leaking pre-cum like crazy. Carl starts to moan and rock, and I feel the ring of his asshole squeezing in rhythmic contractions. Then, overwhelmed, he stands up, sliding off of our fingers, breathing hard, in front of us.
"You ready for us?" Tim says, swatting at Carl's knobby cock.
Carl looks at Tim's massive dick, and then at mine, and then reaches for both, stroking them and looking up at us, a mixture of desire and consternation on his face. Then he nods.
Tim pats his own legs gently, and Carl crawls up to kneel on Tim's thighs. Against Tim's large thighs, Carl's calves look tiny, and Tim's massive erection pointing up at Carl's ass looks insane. Tim reaches around to spread Carl's cheeks and massage his hole. I get up and kneel behind them, and push Carl further up onto Tim's body so that his hole is positioned right over Tim's cock. I move in between Tim's legs so that my face is level with the tip of his cock and Carl's pulsing hole. Overcome with lust, I lick from the head of Tim's cock up to Carl's hole, lubricating both with my spit. Then I use my hand to press Tim's cock into the crack of Carl's ass. A shudder runs through Carl's body.
Slowly, I guide Carl's ass down onto Tim's cock. The head is so big against Carl's little hole that I doubt it will ever fit, but as Carl's weight bears down, I see the pink ribbon of his asshole start to stretch. Carl whimpers as his hole distends further and further until finally the head of Tim's cock is completely swallowed. I pull down gently on Carl's hips, urging him further and further down Tim's shaft. I watch Tim slide into him, each inch flaring Carl's hole slightly wider.
Carl is breathing rapidly. His eyes are squeezed shut. I watch a glob of drool fall from his open mouth onto Tim's chest. Fresh sweat is coursing down his back and into his ass crack. I press my face into his lower back and stroke my own cock, buzzing with an odd sense of displaced pleasure, watching my friend get fucked.
After resting for a moment with his cock almost all the way buried in Carl's ass, Tim pulls up on Carl's thighs, urging him to slide back up off his cock. Carl does, and I see his hole distend ever so slightly with friction against Tim's cock. My hand is slick with my own pre-cum, so I reach up and lubricate Tim's shaft with it -- when Tim feels this, he pushes Carl back down, and Carl slides more easily now over the slickness. I hear Carl moan with pleasure.
They start to fuck more intensely. I reach around to grasp Carl's cock, to stroke its stout hardness. Carl is really starting to grind on Tim's cock, although the fact that he is kneeling on Tim's thighs is preventing him from being completely penetrated. I watch Tim put several fingers into Carl's mouth, to collect spit. Then he lifts Carl completely off his cock and reaches around to smear it on Carl's asshole. I expect that he will continue to fuck Carl, but instead, Tim spreads Carl's ass cheeks and looks at me, gives me a wink.
I feel my heart race as I realize that Tim wants
me
to fuck Carl. I get to my feet and level my cock at Carl's waiting hole. It's gaped open just slightly from the hugeness of the cock that has just been inside it, and it's dripping with a mix of fluids -- sweat, spit, and pre-cum -- from all three of us. I move in, put my hands on Carl's hips and press the tip of cock against his hole. For a moment I look down to see my erection protruding from my hairy body, poised at the precipice of Carl's perfect ass, suspended over Tim's thighs and insanely huge cock. Static flares across my vision but I blink it down. I press my cock head into Carl's hole and feel his tightness squeeze me as I begin to push into him. Carl lets out a low, guttural moan.
