Airborne Express 4

Leon pressed back against me alluringly. "It just feels - uh -`full', so far," Leon said. "It doesn't hurt, anyway..."

"It should never hurt; patience and persistence are the keys," I replied.

My right arm was under his neck; my left hand fondled his balls and gently pulled him to me. My right hand fiddled with his muscular pecs as we lay together spoon-fashion. Suddenly, Leon tensed up: "Holy cow!" he exclaimed.

"Pain?" I asked.

"No, no; pleasure - uh - I think. You hit `something' there I never felt before."

"Never had a doctor stick his finger in your butt?" I asked.

"Yeah, but it never felt like I feel now..."

My groin was tight against his hard cheeks; I buried my face in his back and began to slowly hump this beautiful young man. Instinctively, he matched my motions, meeting my pelvis with his rump. He drew his legs up towards his chest, taking every inch of my tool with relative ease; I followed with my own legs tight against his. When I gripped his dick, I squeezed out some pre-cum, and rubbed it over the tip of his penis.

"Oh, jeeezus! That feels ... good!" Leon moaned.

He bent his torso away from me, taking the fetal position, and took my wrist in a vice-like grip; I pushed in hard against him, tightened my kegels as hard as I could, hoping to hit his p-spot. Apparently I succeeded, for the dick in my hand throbbed mightily and Leon's load shot out across the sheets, pearly white, with such force that some went over the edge to the floor.

"Uuuungh; ohhh; Oh!" Leon cried out: "Chriiist - what a feeling!"

His grip on my wrist slowly relaxed, and the spurting black dick in my hand dribbled gooey drops of jism. It was a grand orgasm, but I knew he would be better off with Robb's throbber up his ass.

"I can't imagine an `expert' doing any better than that!" Leon exclaimed as he came down from his high.

"Believe me, I'm no expert, and you'd love my friend: he knows all the tricks." I was losing my hard, and slowly working myself out of Leon's tender hole.

"Didja cum?"

"You know I didn't: I make a lotta noise..."

"Ya wanna?"

"I gotta!"

I rolled across him as he stretched out on his back, and landed in the cold wet streaks on the sheet; I took my usual position.

"Hang on a sec," Leon said; he rose up, knelt between my legs and pulled them up over his. "I want this to be good for you," he said. He began to fondle the insides of my thighs, something he knew I liked.

His touch was electrifying, and the added visual stimulus of his handsome chest and face was no hindrance! He massaged my legs, stroked my thighs and tickled my balls, all in a way calculated to get me really hot. My left hand gripped his shoulder; feeling the muscles working there was pleasant, and my right hand worked on my oozing erection.

All of a sudden Leon stopped: his eyes opened, startled. "Oh, shit!" he exclaimed.

"What's the matter?"

"I - I, uh, think I hadda accident..." He peered behind himself: "Oh my god; Oh, dammit, I'm so sorry; I don't know what happened..."

I burst out laughing when I realized he'd lost control and beshit the bed.

"Hey, man, it's not a problem! It's a common reaction to what we just did. I may have used too much lube. The washing-machine will make short work of it. Along with the sheets you just shot all over!"

Leon was off the bed now, acutely embarrassed. "Go finish the job, I'll take care of things here." He scampered off to the toilet.

I got up; sure enough, there was a small, firm turd in a fold of the blanket. I bundled the bedclothes, leaving only the sheet with its big cumstain in place. Leon returned, still uncomfortable.

"Ya know, your shit doesn't stink!" I said, trying to make light of the incident. (He laughed). "And, you don't want to hear about the 17-year old kid I had once who really had the shits!"

"No, I don't think I do."

"Nothing to worry about, Leon: it won't happen every time. In fact, now that you know it's a possibility, it probably won't ever happen again. I hope you won't put aside the idea of getting really fucked just because of this?"

"No, I guess I won't: your cock in my backside was a pretty fantastic feeling, one I'd like to repeat, maybe in a week or two..."

"I'll set something up with Robb: I know you'll like him, and he'll like you, too."

Seated side by side on the bed, we were now both soft. "You still wanna cum?" Leon asked me.

"Still gotta!" I replied.

I stood up and faced him: I knew it would not take me long. I straddled his legs, which he pressed outward against mine: he gripped my thighs again, and kneaded them as I quickly worked up another erection. Sure enough, the magic touch on my legs sent me over the edge in minutes, and I shot my wad all over his gleaming chest. Long streaks of white cum on a black dude's chest is a wonderful sight!

We hit the shower together, as usual...

Robb howled with laughter when I told him about Leon's "accident" over the phone.

"Man, you'd scare the shit outa anyone!" he jibed.

"Thanks a lot!" I said sarcastically. After a remark like that, I may decide not to set you up with him."

"Just kidding! You know I'd love to poke this guy; he sounds really hot."

"Well, I'm not into three-ways ya know, but this is one situation I think I could really enjoy. He is a gorgeous number - very sweet, really - and so inexperienced!" I knew Robb loved cute guys who weren't jaded by years of screwing around.

"I can hardly wait!" Robb gushed.

"Save one of your juicy big loads for next Saturday: be here at eight."

"With bells on..."

Saturday had been unusually warm. Robb arrived wearing cut-offs that showed off his gorgeous legs to great advantage and a tee-shirt that hugged his skin. I knew he'd be out of that quick enough. Leon arrived wearing shorts too, his runner's legs threatening to burst the leg-bands. A "leg man" myself, seeing these two handsome guys got my nads in a stir at once. Some frosty beer helped us all relax.

Robb's interest in Leon was evident at once; I recognized the glow of lust in his eyes. Whatever interest Leon might have had in Robb was better hidden. We sat in the lounge making small talk for a while; sure enough, Robb shed his tee within half an hour: I thought I detected a glimmer of interest on Leon's part when Robb's lovely chest came into view. But when Robb put his hands behind his head, revealing the few silky hairs in his pits, I noticed Leon "adjusting" himself. He had good taste in men: Robb's understated muscularity, stopping just shy of femininity, was enough to turn anyone on! Leon's interest was not lost on Robb, who thrived on attention. Soon he was tugging at the edges of his cut-offs, spreading his legs to give us tantalizing glimpses of what they mostly concealed.

Initiating the adventure now became the problem. I decided to leave Leon in Robb's skilled hands, so I busied myself in the kitchen for a while, glancing often into the lounge, where Robb had gotten Leon to sit beside him on the sofa. Pretty soon, they were busy groping each other's baskets and pawing at each other heatedly. I gave up all pretense of other interests when I saw that Leon was aggressively attacking Robb's cut- offs: he'd never been that aggressive with me (I thought to myself): but I had to admit that Robb was the sort of guy who would demonize almost anyone!

Leon fumbled with the clasp of Robb's shorts, but eventually slid the zipper down; Robb wore a jock-strap beneath them. I'd forgotten his preference for jocks, and it seemed an unusual piece of apparel for such a warm day. But when I saw Leon bend down, put his face in Robb's crotch and inhale deeply, I realized that Robb had certainly planned this seduction with care: he knew Leon was a runner, and hoped he'd be intrigued by some good sweaty man-scent. And, boy! Did he have Leon pegged! Leon's feverish response to the pheromones he found was to pull Robb up off the sofa, grip him in a tight bear-hug, and grind his pelvis against the open cut-offs on his new friend. It was an intensely erotic sight, these two dudes starting up the sexual ladder, and my own crotch reacted appropriately. I quickly shed my pants and shirt at the kitchen door and joined them; arms around both, I propelled them toward the stairs.

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