Upstairs on the mansion's backyard lawn, the four porn stars stood together getting their pictures taken. Short bright green grass spread out for hundreds of feet. Trees were off in the far distance. The sun was high and peeking through the trees giving the men's faces a flawless sunny glow. It was the perfect setting for a photo shoot. These photos would be the ones that would be put up on the Falcon Studio's web site as well as the front cover of the DVD once it was edited and put out for mass sale.
Kris was beside himself in excitement. My first gay porn photo shoot, holy shit! I can't believe I'm actually here!
Derrick stood fifteen feet away with his large professional camera on a tripod, snapping pictures of the men. All four porn stars were entangled together intimately while standing up and giving the camera and each other their most sinister sexual glares.
Kris stood in the front - the main character - while the other three men stood around and behind him. James, being the tallest stood directly behind Kris, his hand was wrapped around Kris stomach from the back and his fingers were stuck inside the lip of Kris' white football pants. James' eyes were closed as he leaned in to rest his head against Kris' neck, his face looked pained but in a lustful way. Cody, the blonde, stood to Kris' left, his left hand resting on Kris' chest and he gave the camera his best 'he's all mine' look. Mitchell stood to Kris' right, mirroring Cody except his right hand was tucked into the inside of Kris' thigh, his thumb inches from the piece of raised fabric that held Kris' nearly visible erection. And Kris stood in a wide stance, his arms raised slightly to cup Cody's and Mitchell's cheeks, the ones closest to the camera. His head was back just a fraction as he smirked open mouthed and flashed the camera a glass breaking look that he was sure would make any man or woman melt into a mixed puddle of infatuation and lust in a heartbeat.
Derrick knew from the second he snapped the shot that he had captured the front cover of the DVD. The four men parted after Derrick gave them a thumbs up showing that he had gotten what he needed.
"Wow," Derrick said, his mouth gaped wide opened at the men (mostly at Kris). "The four of you make an amazing dynamic. This scene...I honestly don't think I will survive filming it."
"You film the scenes too?" Kris asked, accepting a bottle of water from Derrick's assistant and a quick playful tap on the ass from Mitchell. He ignored it this time, he pretty much had accepted that he would be getting a lot of that in this career. Not that he minded.
"I sure do," Derrick said, smiling as he packed his camera and tripod into its case.
"How long have you worked here?" Kris asked, taking another sip of water. Something told him he would be needing as much hydration he could get for the coming scene.
Derrick finished closing up his camera before slinging the strap over his shoulder. "Well, I founded Falcon Studios in 1991." He smiled at the young star.
"That's awesome," Kris said. "I didn't know you owned the place."
"Yep," Derrick said. "I never had the guts to be in front of the camera, I kinda wanted to but I never felt like I belonged there. Behind the camera is where I was meant to be. I've loved taking pictures and video my entire life. I feel like I was born to do it. Like its my calling."
That sounded familiar to Kris. He had always thought that gay porn was his calling. What he was meant to do. There was nothing in the world he was more passionate about. Since he started puberty he knew this is were he belonged.
"Yeah," Kris said, giving Derrick a polite smile and taking another swig of the bottled water.
"And let me tell you, Kris," Derrick reached up to cup Kris' cheek with his hand. "I've worked here and been in this business for over twenty years and I have never seen anyone as comfortable and natural as you are." He ran the back of his knuckle across Kris' cheek, careful not to smear his football lines, before letting his arm drop. "There is something special about you. Something unique. And I can't express in words how glad I am that you're with us." He said flashing Kris a warm smile.
Oh god way to add more weight to my shoulders. I better kick ass in this scene.
"Me too," Kris said smiling at the older man before finishing off his bottled water and handing it back to Derrick's assistant who disposed of it.
Kris jumped in surprise when he suddenly felt a pair of strong muscular arms wrap around him from behind and lift him a few inches off the ground. "You read for the scene, baby?" Mitchell laughed into Kris' ear and nuzzled into his neck like he couldn't get enough of him. None of the three guys could get enough of Kris. This scene was going to be interesting, they all seemed to want Kris for themselves. Maybe they'll fight over me? That could be hot!
"Hell yeah!" Kris said and Mitchell placed him back down onto the grass.
"Then lets go!" Mitchell said before jogging back to the mansion whooping loudly and making circles with his arm.
Derrick laughed. "Mitchell is the loud and energetic one, in case you hadn't figured that out yet."
"Oh no, not at all," Kris said, laughing along.
They began their trek back to the mansion.
James was at Kris' ear whispering before he could take another step. "He may be energetic and powerful, but your ass is still all mine. Remember that, okay?" He caressed the back of Kris' neck, sending a chill down Kris' spine and making his body shiver.
"Of course," Kris said, looking up into James' bright green eyes.
"What do you think you're doing?" Cody said, appearing to Kris' right. "Agreeing to James that your ass is his. I thought we had a deal." Cody reached behind Kris to slide his hand inside of Kris' football pants and cup Kris' nude cheek in his hand. "It's mine right? Tell me it's mine." Cody breathed into Kris' ear.
Kris' cock was achingly hard and the scene hadn't even started yet.
"Sorry, boys," Kris said, shrugging and reaching his hand back slowly to pull Cody's hand out of the back of his pants. "You're going to have to share." He winked at Cody and turned to James and bit his lower lip, giving each men their individual teases, before he walked ahead of them toward the mansion. Leaving Cody and James to walk behind him, staring at his ass all the way back.
The locker room theme room was unlike anything Kris had ever seen before. If he had been led to this room blindfolded, having no idea he was in fact on a film set, he would have thought he was really inside of a high school locker room.
There were rows of maroon colored lockers with gold falcon heads etched into the metal of each one. In front of the lockers were light colored wood benches. White marble tile stretched out covering the entire room. And in the corner of the room was a large opened archway leading to the locker room showers.
The only things to show that it wasn't a traditional locker room, and in fact a porn set, were the three tall directors chairs set up in the corner and the three large rolling cameras in the center of the room. Two of which were covered in plastic wrapping. They must be using those to film inside the shower.
"Wow, this is incredible!" Kris said looking all around the set in awe.
"My favorite set of them all," Cody said standing to Kris' right. James and Mitchell were busy talking to Derrick across the room.
"And why is that?" Kris asked, looking Cody up and down, so ready for this scene to get going.
Cody smirked. "Well, the showers. They're a lot of fun. They have detachable shower heads," he winked. "And that water, so warm , it feels so good on your skin. Especially when there's someone in there with you. Wet skin sliding against wet skin. So good." Cody bit his lower lip and stared into Kris' eyes.
Kris didn't realize his mouth was hanging open until seconds after Cody had stopped talking.
"You ready for your first scene?" Kris heard a familiar voice behind him asking. He turned around to find the director from his first audition.
"Oh hey, Sammy. Uh, yeah, I definitely believe I am," he smiled, rubbing the back of his own neck.
"Good! Did you memorize your lines?"
"I did. I memorized the opening lines and I practiced them. I'm pretty sure I got all of them down," Kris said. There hadn't been many lines to memorize. In the packet for the script it said the dialogue during the actual sex was impromptu, so he didn't have too much to remember.
"Very good. And hey, don't be nervous," Sammy pat Kris' shoulder, though he couldn't possibly feel it through the football costume shoulder pads. "I'm sure you'll be phenomenal."
"I will be," Kris said, smirking in a way that said 'I got this, don't worry'.
"Alright!" Derrick clapped three times making everyone on the set turn to look at him. "Is everyone ready for the scene to start?"
Everyone on set (the four porn stars, the two assistant camera men, Sammy, and two other men Kris had never seen before, but assumed was part of the production crew) called out 'Yeah!' at their own times.
"Fabulous! Absolutely fabulous!" Derrick's smile was broad. He looked like a kid in a candy store.
Sammy leaned down to whisper in Kris' ear. "Derrick hasn't looked so excited about filming a scene in years. He must really be looking forward to seeing what you can do."
A hundred more pounds of weight plopped onto Kris' back. I can't let anyone down. This is my time to shine. To show what I'm made of. Why I'm perfect for this business. I've got to bring it, like never before.
-The Scene-
"You know, man, I think he likes you," Mitchell said, walking into to the locker room and over to the closest row of maroon lockers and opening the one on the far left. James and Cody followed closely behind, copying Mitchell's movements with their own assigned lockers.
"No way, dude," James said, stripping off his own football jersey and shoulder pads to reveal his six pack, oiled up to look like sweat was gathered in the creases. "That's just fucked up, I'd never go for another guy. What makes you think he wants me anyway?"
Cody and Mitchell followed suit and removed their own jerseys and shoulder pads, stuffing them into their lockers. Their shirtless bodies too looked like they belonged in an Abercrombie and Fitch catalog.
"Dude, I swear, the way Kevin was checking out your ass all during practice this afternoon, that shit was so not heterosexual," Mitchell said. "He wants him some of that," Mitchell laughed, poking James' hard abs.
"Yeah, man, I saw it too," Cody chimed in, "he's not lying."
"Well then what do I do?" James asked. "Do I just tell him I'm not interested? I've never had another guy like me before." He rubbed the back of his neck acting like he was deep in thought.
"Well he's not exactly bad looking," Mitchell muttered under his breath as he looked down and acted like he was busy with the ties of his football pants.
"What do you mean?" James asked. "Are you suggesting I go for it?"
"I agree with Matt," Cody said, "he's not ugly at all. I wouldn't mind laying him down myself. But you're the one he wants so..."
"Who are you guys talking about?"
Mitchell, James and Cody spun around to face the opening to the locker room. And there stood the object of their conversation. Kevin. He was shorter than the other guys but twice as beautiful. His arms were crossed in front of his chest, tapping his foot and demanding answers.
"Nobody," James said quickly. His nervous swallow blew his cover.
Kris quirked his eyebrow and changed his focus from James to Mitchell, knowing that if anyone would tell him, it would be him.
"You," Mitchell said. "I was just telling Jason here that I think you want him." Mitchell slung his arm around James' shoulder and gave him a playful shake.
Kris looked worried and uncrossed his arms. "And how did you guys figure that?" He acted embarrassed that his secret was out.
"Well it's obvious isn't it?" Cody said.
"How so?" Kris asked.
Mitchell laughed. "Cameron and I, we've caught you checking out Jason's ass during practice plenty of times. And you lick your lips every time your gaze falls on him. Come on, dude, it doesn't take a rocket scientist."
"Damn," Kris said. "I thought I was being subtle." He averted his eyes down to the ground.
"Not hardly," Cody said, smirking.
"Well then, I guess the cat's out of the bag," Kris shrugged before he began taking steps toward James. Stalking forward like a lion stalks its prey. Swaying his hips with each step he took toward the tall brunette man. Once he reached him, Kris lifted his right hand to bring it behind James' neck. Kris flashed James his large brown doe eyes. "And what do you think of my little crush?" He grazed the tip of James' nose with his finger.
"I um...I'm not into...I'm not into dudes," James said. And yet he couldn't take his eyes off of Kris.
"Is there anything I can do to change your mind?" Kris asked, allowing his left hand to go on a journey down James' shirtless torso. He bit his bottom lip at the feeling of James' hard body underneath his palm. He reached the lip of James' tight white football pants and tugged a little bit at the front band, asking to be granted access.
"Uh," James said, he was dumbstruck and confused. "I don't know...I don't..."
"Shh," Kris said, lifted his hand and grazed his finger across James' lips in a feather light touch. "Just give into it, and see how it feels. If you don't like it, I'll stop."
James nodded.
Kris closed his eyes and leaned in. James did the same. Their lips touched but James flinched away.
"I can't..."
"It's okay," Kris whispered. "Just relax."
Justin licked his lips as he waited for Kris to make the first move.
Kris leaned in and first tested the waters by brushing his lips ever so lightly across James'. When James didn't flinch away, but moved closer, Kris decided that it was time. He opened his mouth wider and caught James' lips in a kiss. It was mutual, even though James didn't look too sure of himself. He definitely wanted it.
"You have no idea how long I've been wanting to do that," Kris said in a voice barely above a whisper. James could feel Kris' hot breath against his lips.
"Really?"
Kris nodded. Their eyes still closed.
"I don't want to scare you away, but you're the object of all my fantasies," Kris said before leaning in and capturing another kiss from the fellow football star. He opened his eyes to survey James' expression before continuing. "When I'm alone at night, I do things to myself. Naughty things. And I fantasize that you're there with me. Doing it to me."
Kris blindly reached down and brushed his hand across James' erection. James visibly shivered. "I imagine that your cock, this cock, is inside. Making me feel so good. You have no idea how badly I want it. Please, Jason. Let me have it."
"Kevin I...I don't..."
Mitchell laughed, bringing Kris and James out of their trance. He wrapped a large muscular arm around James. "Come on, Jason! He's pretty much throwing himself at you. He obviously wants you. Let him have you, man!" He pat James on the back.
James took a few seconds to think about. He stared into Kris' eyes and weighed his options before he was nodding. "Okay."
"That's what I like to hear," Kris said, a smirk on his lips. He stepped closer to James and reached for the fellow football players hand . Once he had grasped onto it he brought James' hand forward until the palm was on the front of his pants, pressing against Kris' straining erection. "Feel me, Jason. It's all for you."
James swallowed, looking nervous before pulling his hand out of Kris' hold.
"Alright," Kris said. "I get that you're scared. You've never done this before." Kris reached forward and cupped James' erection in his hand and squeezed, not enough to hurt, but just enough to tease. "So just let me take care of you. I'll make you feel good. Trust me."
James closed his eyes and nodded. Kris smirked before he began rubbing James' cock through the thin white pants. The outline of James' erection through the nylon showed that he was indeed well endowed. Kris, no doubt, took notice and worried his lower lip between his teeth, more than pleased with the size.
James' cock was hard and Kris was loving it. He was high on his ability to turn another man on. He was drunk on power watching the effect he was having on James. Kris tugged at the band of James' pants and slid his hand inside. Within seconds, Kris' hand was wrapped around James' cock, tugging it slowly.
"That feel good?" Kris asked, whispering inches from James' lips.
James' eyes were shut tight. "Yeah."
"Good," Kris said, leaning in to whisper into James' ear. "Can I suck on it now? Please?"
James winced as if Kris' words had physically touched him.
"Now, I'm asking your permission. After all it is your body," Kris said. "But you have no idea, how badly I want to suck your cock. Months I've fantasized about it. Please, Jason. Let me?"
"Kevin," James breathed out, his eyes still shut tight. He nodded, not having the strength to say the words.
"You have to say it," Kris said, giving James' cock another teasing squeeze. "Tell me, Jason. What do you want me to do?"
James let out a heavy breath. "I want you..." He swallowed but the words were stuck in his throat. He tried again. "I want you to...suck."
"Suck what?"
"My cock," James said.
"All you had to do was ask," Kris said, smiling, before falling to his knees.
Kris started by leaving heavy kisses on James' groin, near the start of his pants. His fingers snaked inside the lip of James' football pants and pulled. He took his time, wanting to savor every moment as if this were his only time to ever have James like this. Kris pulled until James' cock was free of its nylon prison. Kris let out a moan as his gaze fell on James' cock, hard, up against his stomach, leaking at the tip. It was Kris' favorite sight. Eight thick inches ached to be touched, even if its owner wasn't quite sure of himself yet.
Kris leaned in and licked a quick testing stripe across the head. James' whimpered and his body twitched involuntarily.
"Yeah?" Kris asked. "You like that?"
James' nodded and licked his lips.
"Well you ain't seen nothing yet."
Kris clutched James' cock in his grasp and lowered it enough to slip the head into the wet warmth of his mouth. James let out a low moan and bit down on his lower lip. Kris' smirked, his mouth stretched around James' thick dick. He went deeper. Out of eight inches, five had disappeared inside Kris' mouth.
Kris began bobbing on the hard cock sweetly invading his mouth. He moaned around the muscle, sending vibrations through James' cock, making him tremble. James was having trouble standing up right.
"Oh God," James moaned, combing his hands through the fluffy brown tufts of Kris' hair.
Kris moaned around James' cock in response. His fingers clutched into James' naked thighs.
On either side of James, Cody and Mitchell were standing watching the scene play out in front of them. They watched as Kris milked James' cock with his mouth. He looked like he was so good at it. Like he was really enjoying it. Like he was a world class cocksucker. And they wanted to join in on the fun. But they waited politely to be asked. As much as they both wanted to just grab Kris' face and pound into it, they simply stood on either side of James, rubbing themselves through their own nylon trappings, hoping Kris would notice their arousal and ask them to join the party.
Kris opened his eyes and looked up at James, keeping full on eye contact with his fellow team mate as he licked circles around the head of his cock, moaning at the taste. James groaned, almost animalistic as he watched Kris with wide eyes. Kris could see out of his peripheral vision, Cody and Mitchell palming themselves as they watched. Kris lifted up and away from James' cock to make sure his eyes weren't playing tricks on him and that his other two football team mates really were touching themselves.
Kris smirked when his suspicions were proven true. Kris reached up with both hands to knock Cody and Mitchell's hands away from their erections so that he could take over. Mitchell and Cody simultaneously gasped as soon as Kris' hands landed on top of their straining cocks and gave them a squeeze. One in each hand. Just the way he liked it.
"So I see you two want in? Am I correct?" Kris asked, taking turns to look back and forth between a dumbstruck Cody and Mitchell, smirking at his ability to turn men's brains into mush.
"Totally," Cody said, nodding like a hyped up bobble head.
Kris laughed before turning to Mitchell. "And you?"
"Baby, with that talented mouth of yours, how could I ever say no?" Mitchell said.
"Good answer," Kris said, smiling. "Alright, lets see what you have to offer me." He tugged on Cody and Mitchell's waistbands, a cue for them to pull their pants down.
The boys followed Kris' command and pushed down their white nylon pants and kicked them off behind them, to be long forgotten. Kris licked his lips at the sight before him. Three hard cocks, all for him. He felt like he had just won the lottery.
Kris leaned to take Mitchell's cock into his mouth before Mitchell pushed back on Kris' shoulder, stopping him.
"What?" Kris asked.
"Take off your jersey, I want to see more of you," Mitchell said, smiling down at his slutty team mate.
Kris followed orders and pulled his jersey up and over his head, he also took off his shoulder pads and placed both articles under the closest wooden bench.
"Better?" Kris asked, rubbing at his own chest.
"The pants too," Mitchell said. "Wanna see that ass," he winked.
Kris stifled a laugh before gladly shedding his pants. His cock was rock hard, against his stomach, matching the other three cocks in front of him. Now all four men were fully naked.
"Now get over here," Mitchell beckoned Kris forward.
Kris crawled on his knees until his mouth was lined up with Mitchell's cock. Kris licked a slow thick line from the base to the very tip of Mitchell's erection. Once he was at the tip he played there for awhile, flicking the crease with his tongue and sucking playfully at the head. Mitchell's legs wobbled, struggling to keep his balance.
"Yeah, baby," Mitchell moaned, combing his right hand through Kris' hair.
Kris opened his eyes and looked up at Mitchell, his cock was resting on the soft pillows of Kris' lips, engorged from sucking.
"You love sucking cock don't you?" Mitchell asked as Kris continued to tease the head of his dick.
Kris moaned his reply, nodding his head.
"You're so hot," Mitchell said.
Kris opened his mouth and quickly deep-throated Mitchell's cock, moaning around it sending shivers through Mitchell's entire body.
"Kr...Kevin," Mitchell moaned, digging his fingers deeper into Kris' scalp, not enough to hurt but enough to grip and direct Kris' movements.
Kris bobbed his head taking all of Mitchell's cock down his throat again and again. A sweat broke out above Mitchell's brow, he was concentrating on not loosing control and coming too soon. Never before had he had experienced a better blowjob. Kris was a professional who is damn good at what he does.
Suddenly Mitchell's hand retreated from Kris' hair to grip the base of his cock, tight, holding off an orgasm. Kris took notice and lifted off Mitchell's cock, smirking with pride. There was nothing he was better at than sucking cock. Mitchell had obviously agreed or he wouldn't have had to stop the blowjob short from risk of ejaculating too quickly.
"My turn," Cody said, stepping in front of Kris, his cock in his hand slapping air with it.
"Of course," Kris said, smiling up at Cody before leaning in and capturing Cody's cock, mid slap, between his lips and sucking deeply.
"Oh fuck!" Cody moaned, gripping at the back of Kris' head and panting.
Kris moaned around Cody's cock as he bobbed up and down, staring up at his fellow team mate with his large brown doe eyes. Cody closed his eyes, breaking the eye contact between him and Kris. It was too much. He would be having the same problem Mitchell had if he watched Kris suck him off as it happened.
Cody was trembling. His knees were two seconds from going out on him when Kris pulled up and away, leaving a thin line of spit from his bottom lip to the tip of Cody's cock. Kris smirked before lifting his hand and breaking the string of saliva by gathering it in his hand and using it as lube to pump Cody's cock with his hand a few times.
Kris released Cody's cock and sat back on his knees, looking up at all three men together.
"I want all three, one after another," Kris said, reached down to stroke his own cock which had been ignored until now. "Please? It's a fantasy of mine." He looked up at all three men with pleading eyes.
"Then we'll be happy to oblige, won't we, boys?" Mitchell said elbowing James and Cody.
Kris smirked and licked his lips. "Bring it in," Kris beckoned the three men forward, using a bit of football lingo.
Cody, Mitchell and James stepped closer to Kris and all three held their cocks down, ready to be devoured by the twink on his knees in front of them. Kris didn't know which cock to suck down first, they all looked so succulent to him. All so mouthwatering.
He decided to keep it fair and start with James' cock, which hadn't got any attention for a while. Leaning forward he captured it in his mouth, sucking it down quickly, moaning at the feel of it on his tongue. His mouth was stretched wide to take the thick dick. His eyes were watering at the sides, but he couldn't get enough of it. James' rocked his hips, fucking into Kris' mouth making the cock slide deeper, which Kris took easily, professionally.
Soon after, Kris felt a nudge at the side of his mouth. He opened his eyes to see what it was. It was Mitchell's cock demanding impatient and immediate entry. Kris made a quick transition from James' cock to Mitchell's, wrapping his lips around the head and taking it down his throat, all the way to the base. Mitchell groaned loudly, and began to pound into Kris' mouth. His hand griping the back of Kris' neck as he rocked his hips, making his spit slick cock slide in and out of the warm wet opening. Kris' clutched his nails into Mitchell's thighs, making shallow cuts in his skin, not enough to draw blood but enough to help keep pace with Mitchell's intense face fucking.
By the time Cody's cock came begging, Kris was past the surprise and ready for action. The second he felt the light nudge at the side of his mouth he was devouring it. As Kris sucked Cody's cock down his well trained throat, he reached up with both hands to give Mitchell and James handjobs at the same time. He looked like the ultimate slut, taking care of three cocks at once. Kris smirked around Cody's dick as this thought entered his mind. But his thinking was cut short when Mitchell tugged at the back of Kris' hair, not only pulling him off Cody's cock, but pulling his head back so he was forced to look up at him.
"You're a dirty boy aren't you?" Mitchell asked. His voice was thick was lust.
Kris nodded fervently and whimpered like a little puppy. "Yes."
"You're dirty," Mitchell said. "And you need to be cleaned up. Right?"
Kris looked confused staring up his fellow team mate until Mitchell nodded his head toward the locker room showers. Kris licked his lips and whimpered again. His eyes getting wide at the thought of showering with the three scolding hot men.
"Yeah," Kris said. "Yeah I do."
"Then get that hot ass up!" Mitchell laughed, smacking the back of Kris' head playfully.
Kris shot to his feet and all four naked men walked together toward the showers. As they walked, Cody's hand rest on Kris' left ass cheek, and James' hand rest on the right cheek, squeezing and teasing him for what was coming next. They walked through the opened archway and into the shower, covered in red and gold tiles. A plethora of large silver shower heads were already spraying a light mist of water down on the four men. Kris wasn't certain what was happening until Cody pushed Kris against the wall, grabbed his face and kissed him deeply. Kris moaned inside the kiss and he reached behind Cody and grabbed fist fulls of his ass and squeezed. There was nothing in the world that Kris loved more than being manhandled. Cody ground his cock against Kris', they moaned into each others mouths as they rocked together. The water cascading around them provided a certain slipperiness between their bodies, allowing them to move fast against each other.
"Hey, now," Mitchell said, coming up behind Cody and pulling him away from Kris. "You're hoggin' him! We have to share. Right, Kevin?"
"Right," Kris said, even if he was bit lightheaded from the quick ounce of pleasure Cody had just served him.
"Come here," Mitchell said, gesturing Kris toward himself.
Kris was expecting Mitchell to grab him or try something with him, but instead he pushed him toward James. "Kiss Jason," he said, giving Kris a playful tap on his naked ass. "You know you want to."
Kris licked his lips but wasted no time. He threw himself on James. His hands weaved through James' wet hair and he tugged him into a deep passionate kiss. James' cock was rock hard between them, Kris could feel it pressing against his own stomach. He reached down and began tugging James' cock, the water acting as lubricant, helping Kris' hand travel faster up and down the thick shaft. James whimpered against Kris' mouth, drawing Kris' lips into a smirk. Kris was completely focused on kissing James.
Out of nowhere Kris felt two large hands gripping his ass cheeks and spreading them opened. Kris knew they weren't James' hands because those were buried deep in Kris' wet hair. Kris heard a clang of metal on metal before he felt a strong current of water being sprayed in between his cheeks, directly on his hole. Kris' hands fell from James' hair and gripped tight at James' shoulders. Kris' head flew back and he moaned loudly, the sound of it echoing off the walls of the shower. Cody and Mitchell were teasing him from behind with the detachable shower head.
"Oh my...Oh my G-"
Kris bucked his hips, feeling the strong current hitting the outside of his hole with a strong force. The sensation sent tiny ripples of pleasure through Kris' entire body. His bit his bottom lip and spread his legs even further, craving more pressure. His fingers were digging into James' shoulders, the pleasure was making his vision go white. But suddenly the current was gone and Kris was left feeling empty and vulnerable. His hole was twitching with want and aching to be touched again, by anything.
"Please," Kris whined. "Please. More." He rolled his hips, an invitation.
"No more water," Mitchell said, whispering into Kris' ear.
"What? Why?" He was getting impatient. He needed to be touched again. He needed to feel that blinding pleasure again.
"Because," Mitchell said. "I want to use my fingers now." He chuckled into Kris' neck, leaving a kiss there.
Kris licked his lips and moaned. Mitchell reached up to his mouth and sucked his index finger in, wetting it up for the desperate slut begging for attention. He asked James to reach behind and hold Kevin's cheeks opened for him so he could be free to do what he needed. Kris looked up into James' eyes as James spread Kris opened. Kris leaned forward and kissed him as he waiting to be penetrated with Mitchell's fingers.
Kris' hole twitched the second Mitchell's lubed finger came in contact with it. Kris whimpered, trying to push back against the finger, but it refused to penetrate. It just teased the outer rim in slow torturous circles.
"Matt, please," Kris moaned.
"Patience, Kevin," Mitchell said while kissing and sucking on Kris' neck.
Kris was trembling in James' arms. His hole was begging to be filled. Each time Mitchell's finger grazed across Kris' tight opening, he twitched.
"Matt," Kris exhaled, tilting his head so Mitchell could have more access to his neck. "Please."
Mitchell chuckled. "You're so desperate for it, aren't you?"
Kris worried his bottom lip between his teeth and nodded.
"Okay," Mitchell said before slowly sliding his digit into the sweet heat of Kris' ass.
Kris whined and pushed into it, making it slide deeper inside. "Oh yeah," he moaned as he moved against it. James' hands were clawed in Kris' cheeks making sure Kris stayed nice and opened for Mitchell as he finger fucked his hole. Kris stroked James' cock in time with the thrusts Mitchell was doing into his body.
Cody walked up to join in on the fun. He analyze the scene from the outside, thinking about how he could fit in the picture before he made up his mind. He stepped forward and encircled Kris' cock and Mitchell's cock in each hand and began stroking them.
Kris reciprocated Cody's handjob, reaching back and stroking the blondes thick cock. If felt so good in his hand. One in each palm. Mitchell didn't bother with a thank you, but made himself seem grateful when he rocked his hips, fucking into Cody's fist.
The four men were a bundled together in a sexual huddle. Each man receiving pleasure from someone else in the huddle. They changed it up and each took turns finger fucking Kris, while someone else held him opened. They alternated the number of fingers sliding in and out of Kris at their will. Kris' moans and tiny whimpers were all the drive they needed to continue what they were doing. The water of the shower cleansed the men's dirty bodies, but it didn't cleanse their minds of the dirty thoughts. Not even close.
The huddle was passionate. Cody, James and Mitchell were one hundred percent focused on Kris. Kris was the center of attention. He was being smothered in hot steamy kisses, by three sets of wet warm lips all over his mouth, chest, neck, you name it, and he was being kissed there. He could have sworn that every inch of his upper body had been touched by one at least one set of lips. The black grease lines on their faces were smearing and rubbing against each other and their bodies. The water from the shower cascaded around them, making wet skin slide against wet skin. It felt so erotic. Kris never wanted it to stop. But it had to, and soon, because there was something he wanted even more.
"I need to be fucked," Kris whispered under his breath. So low he didn't think the other men heard him at first. He was currently busy bouncing on three of Cody's fingers, but his hole was still hungry for more. For something thicker.
"What was that?" Mitchell asked Kris in his ear. "What did you say, baby?"
Kris licked his lips before opening his eyes to face Mitchell, who was now standing in front of him. "I need to be fucked. So bad."
"Yeah?"
Kris nodded. "Please?"
Cody leaned in. "Is your ass ours?"
"All yours. Just please, fuck me?"
"How bad do you want it?" James asked, stroking Kris' cock.
"More than anything," Kris said. "Please?"
"Whose going to fuck you?" Mitchell asked, squeezing Kris' cheeks tighter in his hands.
"All of you," Kris said. "I want you all to take turns on me."
Cody, James and Mitchell gave a collective moan provided by Kris' words.
"I want you all to take control," Kris said.
"Control?" Mitchell asked.
Kris nodded. James, Mitchell and Cody shared a look. Cody slipped his fingers out from Kris making him whimper from the loss before Mitchell and James grabbed Kris by the arms and wheeled him out of the showers and back out toward the lockers.
"What are we doing?" Kris asked.
"Oh, you'll see," Mitchell replied, smirking.
Once they reached the set of their lockers again, Mitchell pushed Kris down, directing him to lay on his back, straddling the end of the light wooded bench which he had covered with a white towel so Kris wouldn't be slipping around. He also folded another towel for behind Kris' head, to make him more comfortable. James grabbed one of Kris' legs and Cody grabbed the other, they lifted Kris' legs and spread them wide, pushing his legs back so that his knees almost touched his ears. Kris was still wet from the shower so the beads of water droplets were still gracing his body, making it look as if it were glowing. A particular bead fell from the base of his cock and streaked a slow journey down between Kris' legs and caressed his hole. Kris whimpered from the bead of water touching him in such a way. He reached for his cock to tug but had his hand slapped away by Mitchell.
"You don't touch until we tell you you can," Mitchell said.
Kris gave a small pout but nodded his head obediently.
His hole was stretched out, up and opened to the air, craving to be filled. Needing to be stuffed full. Kris couldn't take it, he was loosing the battle with patience.
"Please," Kris said, lifting his hand to run the tip of his finger against his opening."I need it. Stop staring at me, and fuck me. I can't wait anymore."
Cody grabbed Kris' hand and pulled it away from his hole. "What did we say about no touching?"
Kris blushed. "Sorry."
"Now," Mitchell said walking forward and getting on his knees to in front of Kris' wide spread ass. He lifted a finger and began teasing the rim again, in torturous circles. "What is it you want us to do?"
Kris closed his eyes and bit down on his lower lip as his body moved on its own, grinding against the finger, wanting nothing more than more pressure, more friction.
"You know...what I want," Kris said.
"Well you're going to have to say it again," Mitchell said smirking as he slipped his finger inside and began making shallow pumps with the first third of his finger sliding in and out teasingly. "I think we all love hearing it."
"I want you all to fuck me," Kris said, his ass pushing up trying to make Mitchell's finger slide deeper.
Mitchell smirked. "Okay, I think we've teased you enough." He pulled his finger out of Kris' opening. "Jason, you get to fuck him first. After all, this started with him wanting you. Get in my locker and get out a condom, I have a whole stash in there."
Kris licked his lips and rest his head back against the folded towel, smiling to himself, so happy to finally be getting what he wanted. James reached into Mitchell's locker and pulled out one condom, ripping it opened he pumped it onto himself. Kris watched with wide eyes, not wanting to miss a thing, as James prepped himself. Kris licked his lips and smirked at the thought of having his hole stuffed full with James' cock in a short minutes time. James spit into his palm and stroked his cock with it, bringing more lubricant to the condom, so it would be easier on both him and Kris, once he was inside.
James walked in front of Kris and into position. Kris spread his legs out even further, if that were at all possible. James took his cock in his hand and guided it toward Kris' hole, he had just come in light contact with the outside of the twitching muscle when Mitchell laid a hand on James' shoulder.
"Hey, man. Make him beg for it. Remember? Make him beg for your cock," Mitchell said.
James stopped right outside of Kris' opening. Kris whimpered and rolled his hips, making the head of James' cock rub against his hole.
"How bad do you want it, Kevin?" James asked, taking his dick in his hand and slapping it down on Kris' hole a few times.
"More than anything," Kris said, biting his lower lip. His eyes were pleading James. They were begging for him to quit all the teasing. Begging him to stuff him full. He wanted all eight inches, inside. He wanted it now.
"Beg for my cock," James said, rubbing the tight muscle with the head of his dick. "You told me how long you had been fantasizing about this. Now beg for it."
Kris whined and rolled his hips trying to reach more friction. "Please, Jason. I want your cock in me so bad. Please! I need it. I want it."
"What are you?" James asked, smirking and leaning forward.
"I'm your slut," Kris said, looking up at James with half lidded eyes. "I'm your slut and I want your cock. Please, Jason. Fill me."
"Good boy," James said, before grabbing Kris' ankles and pushing his hips forward making his thick cock slide into Kris' tight warm heat.
Kris' head was back as far as it could go and his eyes were shut tight. He let out a loud moan and began bucking his hips, trying to coax James' cock deeper. Mitchell and Cody stood next to James, looking down and surveying the scene. They stroked their own cocks to the same rhythm and timing, growing more and more jealous by the second. They couldn't wait their turn, when they themselves got to pound into Kris' tight cock hungry hole. But for now they had to live through James.
"Oh, fuck!" James said, moaning as he quickened the pace, fucking into Kris' body beneath him.
Kris was gripping at his own legs, holding them back as he got pounded. James' thick eight inches was heaven inside of Kris. Never before had he felt so full. James' cock kept sinking in again and again, and Kris kept taking him to the brim. Kris' moans echoed off the walls of the locker room, his eyes opened wide, staring up at James as he got fucked. James was sweating, his cheeks and chest flushed red as he tried his hardest to hold back his orgasm.
As much as Kris was enjoying the good hard pounding he was receiving he just didn't feel slutty enough. He needed to do something more.
"Come here," Kris beckoned Cody and Mitchell closer to his face.
Cody climbed over the other side of the wooden bench so that he was on Kris' right, Mitchell walked closer and stood to Kris' left. Without any warning at all, Kris turned his head to face Cody's cock, grabbed it in his hand and lowered it into his mouth and sucked deeply. With his other hand, Kris reached behind himself and began tugging Mitchell's dick in his palm. Finally, he felt complete. Three cocks were sweetly invading his body in one way or another and Kris never wanted it to stop. If he could choose a heaven right now, it would here, right now, for all eternity.
Cody snaked his fingers through Kris' hair and held his head steady as he pounded into his mouth, while down below, James was pounding into his other warm entrance. James was getting off watching Kris take a cock in his mouth and another in his hand as he fucked into him. He was the ultimate slut and James couldn't take his eyes off the scene. He felt himself getting close, way too soon. James pulled out, much to Kris' protest.
"What are you doing?" Kris lifted his mouth off Cody's cock to whine.
"I can't...too much," James said, panting and pulling off his condom. "I think its someone else's turn now."
Kris nodded in agreement before looking up at Mitchell and Cody asking them silently with his eyes, who was next to fuck him.
"Matt?" Cody asked, looking up at Mitchell.
"Naw. You go next, Cameron," Mitchell said before reached down and rubbing Kris' chest with his palm. "I want to be the one to make him cum," he winked down at his prey.
Kris bit his bottom lip and smirked.
Cody walked to Mitchell's locker to grab a condom and put it on. James replaced the absence and stood where Cody had stood a few seconds ago. Cody was ready in a hurry and without a warning at all, he was sinking his cock into Kris' tight entrance. Kris moaned as yet another cock filled him up.
Kris got right back into the groove. Sucking on Mitchell's cock this time, as Cody pounded into him. Kris gave James some time to come down and desensitize a bit, so he left him alone for awhile. James signaled that he was ready to be touched again when he grabbed Kris' hand and helped wrap it around his cock.
Cody fucked into him slower than James had. He bent forward and began leaving kisses on Kris' neck and chest as he rolled his hips making his cock slide in and out of the man beneath him. Kris lifted off Mitchell's cock for a second to accept a deep kiss from Cody. They moaned into each others mouths as Cody rocked on top of him. Kris held Mitchell and James' cocks in his hands and pumped both as he make out with Cody.
"That's it," Mitchell said backing up from Kris' grasp.
Kris stopped kissing Cody to look over at Mitchell to see what was wrong.
"I need to fuck you," Mitchell said, panting. "Now."
"Well I'm not finished," Cody said continuing to kiss Kris' neck and grind his cock into his ass.
"No," Mitchell said, putting his hand on Cody's shoulder. "You're finished now."
"Fuck you, man," Cody said, lifting up to push Mitchell away and into the lockers, his cock still nuzzled inside Kris' ass.
"No, dude!" Mitchell reciprocated by pushing Cody just as hard, careful not to hurt their lovely Kris in the process. "Your turn is up. Its my time now!"
Kris bit his lower lip and smirked watching the fight play out in front of him. He loved that he had the power to make two men fight. He was high over the fact that two gorgeous males were getting physical with each other, over who got to get physical with him. But he knew he had to stop the fight, as much as he wanted to let it continue.
"Guys, guys!" Kris said, continuing to stroke James' cock all the while. "Don't fight. Please?" He pouted. "Its okay, Cameron. I'll take care of you up here. It technically is Matt's turn now. You have to share. Remember?"
Cody didn't look happy about it but pulled out and got rid of his condom before walking back up to where Kris' head was. Kris quickly soothed him by licking large circles around the head before slipping his hard cock into his mouth and sucking hard, bobbing up and down with his eyes closed. Cody held Kris' head again as he rolled his hips, making love to his mouth.
Mitchell all but attacked his locker, finding a condom and ripping the package opened in haste. He pumped the condom on and lubed up his cock before grabbing Kris' hips and lifting them higher off the wooden bench. He wasted no time in entering Kris. His thick cock sunk deep into the sweet heat and already he was panting with how incredible it felt. Mitchell felt tiny waves of pleasure coursing through his large muscular body and already he was trembling.
Kris rolled his hips, riding Mitchell's cock as he slowly fucked him. Mitchell watched as Kris downed Cody's cock and stroked James' behind him. Mitchell didn't like having to share his toys. He decided that he needed all of Kris' attention and he needed it now. Mitchell revved himself up before gripping his fingers deeper into Kris' thighs and beginning to pound Kris harder than he had ever pounded anyone before.
Cody's cock fell from Kris' mouth as it opened wide in a loud wail of pleasure. Mitchell smirked, pleased with himself, getting the exact result he had strived for. Mitchell tried his best to give Kris the hardest fucking he had ever had in his life. Kris' ass was supple after all three cocks and it took Mitchell's cock easy as it plunged deeper and deeper into Kris with every quick snapping thrust. The sound of skin slapping skin echoed loudly in the locker room. Kris looked up into Mitchell's eyes as he fucked him. Wailing and whining all the while.
Mitchell pounded the living hell of of Kris, making Kris' eyes water. Mitchell didn't have the biggest cock of the bunch, but he knew how to work his the best.
"Can I touch myself now?" Kris asked, panting as his body rocked back and forth on top of the bench.
"Yeah, baby," Mitchell said, gripping Kris' legs tighter as his hips snapped, driving his cock deeper into Kris' hole with each thrust. "I want you to cum for me."
Kris didn't have to be told twice. He reached down with one hand and began tugging on his abandoned rock hard cock. It had left a pool of pre-cum on his lower stomach. Kris tugged in time with Mitchell's thrusts. It was hard to keep up, Kris was being rustled around like a rag doll, up and down the bench again and again.
Cody and James made themselves useful and got down on their knees to help bring pleasure to Kris. James sucked and nipped at Kris' nipple, sweetly torturing the hard red bud. Cody kissed and sucked at Kris' neck, right along his jawline and caressed his chest. Kris combed his fingers through James' hair and held on for dear life as Mitchell worked him hard.
Kris was close but he didn't want the scene to be over so he kept holding back his orgasm. But the pleasure he was feeling was too great to keep bottled up. Three more hard quick thrusts later and Kris was cumming with a loud moan. Pearls of white cum shot out of his cock and landed on his lower stomach and chest. His eyes were shut tight as he whimpered and came down from his orgasm, tugging his cock, squeezing the rest of his release from the engorged red tip. Mitchell continued to milk Kris' hole with his cock as Kris' deflated from the most powerful orgasm he had ever experienced in his short life.
Kris' head fell back onto his make shift towel pillow, panting hard and covered in sweat. Mitchell pulled out and shed his condom off before joining Cody and James, now standing, near Kris' face. Kris was out of it, completely distanced from the world after such an earth shattering orgasm. But he still remembered to open his mouth and stick out his tongue to catch the release of the three cocks above him.
Mitchell, Cody and James tugged at their own cocks right above Kris' waiting mouth. The cocks were all engorged and heavy, dripping with pre-cum. James came first, panting and whining as he came in thick white stripes across Kris' face, a bit leaking into Kris' mouth which Kris delightfully swallowed. His lay back with his eyes closed, licking his lips waiting for more cum.
Cody came second, emptying his cock of all his release, right onto Kris' trembling tongue. Kris pushing the cum up and out of his mouth, playing with it on his lips, moaning at the taste before swallowing most of it. Mitchell came almost immediately after, streaking Kris' entire face and even some of his hair with his thick milky seed.
Kris lay covered in sweat and release. A thin layer of cum coated his large reddened pillow-like lips. He smirked with his eyes closed, proud of himself. He licked his lips slow, savoring the taste, before he full out smiled. I was fucking born to do this.
