Yogi and Booboo

...I had forgotten about Booboo, again, when I heard him say "Looks like I missed the finale. Oh well, at least I made it back in time for the clean-up."

With that, I felt him lean over the back of the couch and lick, slowly and firmly, across my stomach and down to my groin. Noisily slurping up the little puddles of cum before drawing my cock into his mouth and sucking out the rest of my smooth, white juice. His attention caused my ass to constrict and relax around the now semi-hard dick of Yogi. As he finished milking the last drop of cum out of me, Booboo grabbed a warm, damp towel (I soon found out he had stacked several towels, wet and dry, on the table behind the couch) and ran it around my now empty balls, and across my stomach and chest. The warm water felt good, but (with Yogi's dick getting softer and softer, and threatening to slip out altogether) I was more in the mood for a shower, so I asked if I could use their tub or shower stall to clean-up.

"You're not leaving already, are you?" asked Yogi as I sat up, enjoying the feeling of his dick wiggling around inside me as I moved. Reaching down between my legs, I gave his balls a gentle squeeze and replied, "I don't know, maybe." all the while planning on taking off as soon as I cleaned up (after all, the fun was over, why stick around?).

As I climbed to my feet, his slowly softening cock slithered out of me, sending another wave of pleasure through my body, and making me rethink my plan to leave... Still, we had both blown our loads, so it would be awhile before anything else would happen, and I was never good at the small-talk and sitting around that accompanied the wait for another go-round. I squeezed his balls again, then straitened up and followed Booboo.

I only had to follow for a few steps, to a door to the right of the mirror. Booboo opened it and waved me in. My first impression of the shower-room was that of a camp-ground shower, a 10'x6' room with a sink and mirror (on my left as I walked in), and a shower-head that stuck out of the opposite wall. No tub, no curtain, just the sink, shower, and drain! There was only one redeeming feature, the walls and floor, at least, were not bare concrete.

The walls were the typical white, vinyl paneling that normally surrounds a tub or shower, except that it wrapped around the entire room, greatly augmenting the overhead lights. (In fact, this room was almost as bright, if not brighter, than the "playroom" had been.) The floor was also white, and seemed to be made out of some type of soft, rubber (or rubberized material). It gave just a little when I stepped on it, and wasn't as cold, or slippery, as tile or cement.

Booboo walked back to the shower-head, adjusted the water control knob, and the turned the water on. I figured that he was just adjusting the water, and was planning to leave, but instead he climbed under the stream himself and started to rub down. I stood there for a second, unsure of what to do, before Booboo said, "Don't be shy now, there's plenty of room in here for your hot body to join me." I was still hesitant, then it occurred to me that we'd had our dicks in each others mouth, what was the harm in a shared shower?

The water felt wonderful, almost (but not quite) too hot, with a lot of water pressure. As soon as I stepped into it I could feel my muscles, which had been sore from the exertions of the last hour, start to relax. I stood there for several seconds, luxuriating in the feel of the hot liquid as it washed across me and drove the tension and weariness from me, before I even thought of starting to actually wash. It occurred to me that I hadn't brought any soap, but about that time I noticed a wall dispenser that I had missed earlier, so I pumped a couple of squirts of scented, liquid soap out of it and stepped out of the main water stream to lather up and let Booboo rinse himself off again.

By the time I'd worked up a good lather, Yogi had joined us and was just finishing his wet-down. We traded places easily, and I rinsed the soap out of my hair, and off my body, noticing that the water had been turned down just slightly, so that it was warm rather than hot. I finished rinsing, stepped out of the water, and was just about to reach for more soap, when I heard Booboo say, "I think you missed a spot." and reach his soapy hands down to gently caress my balls before sliding them over to my thigh and then down my leg, one hand inside and one out, leaving a trail of lather in his wake.

"I see what you mean," added Yogi as he soaped up his hands then proceeded to work on the other leg, even as Booboo was moving back up his side. Both of them squatted there, on either side of me, and made several passes up and down, covering my legs with a thick layer of soap lather. At the top of each trip, they would run one hand up over my balls and cock, pulling gently on it at first until it hardened, then stroking it and pumping hard on each pass. While they jerked me off in front, the palm of their other hand would slide along my butt cheek, with the fingers tracing the path of my crack all the way from my ball sack up to my tail bone and back down again.

I heard Yogi say that I should lean up against the wall, so I complied. Turning so that I faced the wall, I leaned into it and spread my legs apart, just slightly more then shoulder width, and gave myself up to enjoying their combined attention. They both stood now, Booboo to my right and Yogi to my left, and moved their hands up to my chest and back, but still fingering and stroking me when their hands were in the area. More and more, their hands lingered in those key areas. Booboo was now using two hands to stroke and fondle my balls and cock, while Yogi ran his left hand up and down my back and kept his right across my ass, slowing working the middle finger into my hole as I squirmed and moaned.

That one finger was soon followed by a second, then a third, driving me to distraction as he worked them around in a small circle inside my ass. Needing a release, I brought my own hand down to Booboo's already hardening dick and was quickly rewarded by feeling him swell up to full hardness as my hand stroked up and down.

"I think we should rinse off now, and have some real fun." He said, a proposition that I was in a mood to reject as Yogi continued to work his magic in my ass. Yogi, however must have agreed as he slowly let his fingers work their way back out.

Resigned to my fate (the soap was starting to dry out and feel weird anyway, but I really had been enjoying the attention), I stepped back into the water stream, which I was surprised to find was still warm, and let them rinse the soap off of me. Yogi seamed to be in charge of the top, and worked on my chest as Booboo rubbed the front and sides of my legs. Both of them still took the opportunity to sneak in a quick stroke or poke of the finger, and for my part, I took advantage of Yogi's standing to start working on bringing his monster back to form.

By the time I had turned to let them wash off my back, Yogi's renewed interest was obvious. While his cock wasn't fully hard yet, it had managed to grow back to it's 11 inch length. Booboo was either very fast at washing the soap off, or had just given up the pretense and kneeled (half in front of me, half to my left side) and started sucking on my balls and cock. Yogi, meanwhile, finished rinsing my back, and slow, but firmly started to press forward on my shoulders, guiding me down to his own massive organ.

I knew there was no way I was going to be able to deep throat that monster the way Booboo was now doing me, so I settled for running my tongue down it's length and back, then drawing the head into my mouth and licking around it's edges. There was a slight, soapy taste, and the water from the shower was running into my eyes and nose (not enough to really worry about, just enough to be annoying) so that I was thinking of suggesting we move, when Yogi ran his hand down my back and once again started to toy with my man hole. As the sensations spread through my body, all other thoughts became secondary. Damn it felt good! The man knew how to use a finger, that was for sure!

I was now using one hand to cup and squeeze his balls, and the other to stroke the part of his cock that wouldn't fit into my mouth (which was most of it). Yogi, however, reached down and pulled my left hand away from his balls and moved it down to Booboo's back. Getting the Idea, I reached down to his ass (which I reached after Yogi repositioned slightly).

Having always been a bottom, I wasn't real sure how to approach this aspect, but decided that I knew what I liked, he couldn't be much different, so I worked my finger in a small circle around his ass, the slowly pushed it in, all the while sucking on Yogi's mammoth Cock.

It was weird, the feeling of resistance to my finger against his ass followed by the ring of pressure around my finger, starting at the tip, then traveling down to the first knuckle, then on to the second, as my finger slowly slid up inside of him. I could still feel that band of pressure around my middle knuckle, but the end of my finger had no similar constraint. I bent the tip of my finger and moved it around slightly, bringing and instant moan of gratitude from Booboo as he continued to play with my balls and draw my cock in and out of his hot throat.

It was the first time that I had fingered another man. I had, of course, played with myself in this way, but then I had always paid more attention to the sensations it produced in my ass, not my finger! Of all the pleasurable sensations running through me, the hot mouth and playful hands of Booboo on my balls and cock, the taste and feel of the cock that I was sucking on, the gentle moans of pleasure from Yogi, the feel of Yogi's fingers (I think he was still using two, if not three) working around in my ass, above all of these I was most acutely aware of the pressure of his ass on my finger. I felt an overwhelming need to cum! If I hadn't just finished prior to the shower, I know, without a doubt, that I would have blown my load then and there!

I started to move my hips in time with there probing and sucking, and bent my head around so that I could suck on Yogi's balls as I used my hand to slide up and down his massive shaft, pumping hard and fast for several strokes, then sucking on his head before repeating the cycle.

Yogi was muttering out loud now, he was the only one without a mouth full of cock and balls. "Oh yeah, work that lollipop you little whore! You are a good little cocksucker, aren't you?" He continued to moan and mumble for several minutes, then slid his fingers out - leaving an open feeling in my ass that I desperately wanted filled again. I could feel him leaning, reaching behind me, then felt the water shut off. As annoying as it had been at the start, I had almost forgotten about it in the heat of passion, and wondered why he was bothering to shut it off.

I could hear him still mumbling to himself, "Come here baby, gotcha." Followed by the answer to my unspoken question as I heard the snap of lid being opened, followed by the cool wet sensation of lube being poured, liberally, onto the crack of my ass. I felt Yogi start to draw away from me and, knowing what he intended, I let him go and half turned so that I was facing Booboo. As Yogi pulled my hips around and had me reposition my feet, I leaned over Booboo and used my now-free right hand to caress his cheek as I continued to thrill in the odd feeling of my finger in his ass.

Behind me, Yogi was sliding his huge cock up and down my crack, spreading lube onto it, and sending thrills of pleasure through me at the same time. Booboo, slowly slid his legs back, so that he was standing on all fours rather than kneeling. This made my stance a little awkward as I tried to lean forward far enough to continue my exploration of his ass, while still leaving him room for his head to continue to work it's magic on my swollen cock. Yogi was running his hands up and down my back, as he continued to slide his rock-hard dick along the length of my crack, rising up on his toes so that I could feel his balls pressing against me, and bending his knees slightly so that the tip would slide through my cheeks. With each pass, he let his cock slide just a little farther down, until the head was traveling below my waiting man-pussy. My ass was on fire with the need to have him inside of me, between my need, the fingering that he had been giving me, all the lube, and the earlier fucking, when he finally let his engorged purple head slide forward into my waiting ass he was able to drive the entire thing home.

On his last pass down, he let the head sneak forward just enough to catch on my waiting hole, then pivoted his hips out as he straitened his knees, leaving his steel hard missile pointed right at the bull's-eye and ready to fire. Once again holding onto my hips for leverage and balance, he rammed his lube slicking anaconda home with one massive drive of his hips. Forcing all eleven inches of hot, hard meat past the ring of my ass and deep into my waiting cunt. Drawing a loud, passionate moan of pleasure from me and sending a light trickle of pre-cum running out of my dick to be eagerly lapped up by Booboo.

He then reached forward and drew my hands (reluctantly) away from where I was still playing with Booboo, and pulled back on my chest to draw me upright with him as he stood. I started to drop my arms, only to have Yogi pull them back up, over my head. I reached back, and wrapped my arms around Yogi's head, which was now nestled against my neck, nibbling on my ears and neck as his hands slid up and down my chest, lightly pinching and tweaking my nipples from time to time. I could feel his deep, wet, shaggy chest pressed against my back, moving slightly as he drew his hips back and forth, once again fucking me with his huge dick, even as Booboo continued to lick and suck.

Having no other outlet for my rapidly intensifying lust (every time I tried to lower my hands, Yogi would stop me), I started to moan and talk. Telling them how much I loved what they were doing, how I loved the feel of his long, thick cock up my ass, and the sensation of Booboo's hot mouth on my cock. How I wanted Yogi to fuck me harder! Deeper! More!! How soft and velvety, how warm and moist Booboo's mouth was. "I want to cum in your mouth," eventually came out.

Yogi responded by asking, "Wouldn't you rather cum in his hot, tight ass, the way I'm going to cum in yours?" Again, I am normally the bottom, and it had never occurred to me to actually fuck another man, but, in the heat of passion, with that merciless, oversized cock continuing to ravage my hole, it suddenly sounded like the perfect idea. I suddenly felt as if I had been planning to fuck him all along, and was just waiting for the foreplay to end!

"Yes, oh yes! Let me cum in your ass. I want to fuck your cunt hole and cum deep inside you!"

Almost on cue, Booboo stopped his ministrations and stood up. I could feel a thick, slick layer of saliva coating my tool, and realized suddenly that he had been slowing down his sucking for the past several minutes. Holding my cock still in his mouth and running his tongue around it, letting the saliva build to coat and lubricate my prick. He had been planning this, even before I said anything!

"Bend down, remember that you are taller than he is." I heard Yogi say as he slid one of his hands down my chest and stomach until he could grab the base of my cock. His other hand was still playing with my nipples, and he had his tongue buried in my ear again. I could feel him flexing his knees and lowering his hips, so I followed him down. Spreading my legs to a wider stance and bending my knees as Booboo backed slowly into me. Yogi guided my dick with his hand as Booboo backed up, positioning it so that the tip was pointed like a spear at the center of it's target; Booboo's waiting ass.

I was expecting to feel the same kind of sensations as when I was fucking my girlfriend, and was surprised how much more intense it was. Like fucking a virgin, only better since Booboo knew how to move his ass and how to squeeze for a slow tight stroke, or relax for several faster, harder pumps.

As soon as my cock had started to penetrate, Yogi let go of my rod and again griped my waist. I brought my arm back down on that side, and traced along Booboo's back and down until I was emulating Yogi's grip on me. I was amazed at how easily I was able to slip into Booboo's back door, until it occurred to me that he was probably used to taking the monster that was currently in use on me, and was wondering if my smaller dick (something that I never would have considered saying until I met Yogi) was going to work until Booboo showed off his experience. As soon as my rod was all the way in, I could actually feel his ass constricting around it, tightening up as he moved his butt around in a circle.

Positioned in the middle as I was, I was at the mercy of their movements. Yogi behind me, fucking me hard now, letting his balls slap into me with each forward thrust, his hands again gripping my hips on either side, and uttering a steady stream of fuck talk. Telling me how much he appreciated a new, tighter ass to pound. How he planned on blowing his nut in me again. Continuing in a steady tirade that drove me closer and closer to the edge. His words were mixed in with those of Booboo, who was grinding his hips against me, rocking forward and back fucking himself with me since I couldn't control the pace, and uttering his own moans and comments. Begging me to cum, to shoot my hot, steamy seed up into him, or to pull out and shoot all over his back!

Even as Booboo was begging me to cum. Even as he ground his ass back onto my cock, letting his hot, tight hole slide up and down my throbbing shaft before making it swish around deep in his bowels sending ripples of pleasure running up my dick like jolts of electricity. As he reached between his legs to grab my balls! Even as he was doing this, I was more intensely aware of Yogi.

He was pounding hard and mercilessly with his monstrous 11 inch cock. Pivoting around, changing the direction of his stroke every couple of thrusts! I concentrated on clenching my ass, tightening it around that probing behemoth. The thrusts brought a renewed force to the waves of ecstacy that were flooding through me, and I couldn't hold back any more. I could feel the sensation building in my cock, and for a split second I didn't know if I wanted to encourage it, or fight it and try to hold back. Then the decision was made for me as I felt a jet of fluid race through my cock and out into Booboo's hot, waiting ass.

Booboo stopped his moving, and relished in the feel of my cum flowing freely into him, but Yogi continued to pound away on my back door, letting all of his precious wood ram in and out with each stroke. And with each stroke of that massive cock, another hot load was forced out of my own cock! I reached around and grabbed Booboo's dick with my right hand and started to stroke him as hard and fast as I was able. Wanting, no needing, to share this feeling of pleasure with another! He brought his arms up around my head, and arched his back. Pressing his ass firmly against my groin and moaning as he, too, approached a climax. As I felt him stiffen, I closed my hand around the head of his dick. Hot sticky cum erupted out against my hand and I smeared the gooey mass around his head, using it to further lubricate his shaft as I continued to pull on his now pulsing love tool.

My own tool was still convulsing. Every time Yogi rammed home another stroke my balls tried to spit out another load, but I was spent, I had no more to give. Yet still, it felt so incredible, so ultimately pleasurable, that I never wanted it to end.