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Doubled
by habu
Table of Contents
Back to the Coven (from Vortex)
Coach Hazard’s Training School (from Hard Knocks U)
Doubling the Client’s Pleasure (from Deal Closer)
Masque Macabre (from The Schlange)
The Pizza Man Comes (from House on Park)
Preface
For a seeker of stories featuring one of the most extreme gay male fetishes, double anal penetration, the hunt is often a frustrating one that requires extensive research for sometimes only tertiary satisfaction. That hunt is over. This anthology provides twenty-five stories by the prolific erotica author habu that each include at least one lesser or large scene of what you are looking for when you are in just “that” mood. These works run the gambit from being centered on men seeking that particular sexual coupling, like “Doubling Bets” and “The Exchange Students,” to excerpts of scenes including that sexual act from habu’s many previously published works. There is no need to search extensively for just a hint of a mention here and there—this anthology centers on this specific fetish, from the romantic to the exotic to the nonconsensual and dominated. So, if you are so inclined, get comfortable, open up Doubled and prepare to double your pleasure. There is no where else you are going to find a collection as extensive and as focused on this particular theme.
Back to the Coven
(Excerpt from the novella Vortex)
I wasn’t all that surprised to find that I was being taken back to Donatien’s mansion in the suburbs. The Jamaican hustled me into the stone-vaulted chamber and over to the corner where I’d seen a young man hanging from a hook in the ceiling during my initiation ceremony. This time, I was the one who was hanging from the hook with the leather straps around my wrists. The Jamaican untied my legs and stripped off my sweat pants so that once more I was naked.
I looked into the center of the room, and there was Doug, strung up where I had been fastened during my initiation to male sex. He had been beaten even more after they had taken him from our home and had been lashed as well. Blood dribbled from welts across his torso and legs, and I assumed that his back had been lashed as well. But he stood there, glowering, defiant, not yielding to the coven.
As before, the room was full of studly men of all ripped body styles, dressed in their red leotards with bare crotches and butt cracks. The room was hushed, as Donatien stepped out of the smoke-enshrouded shadows. As before, he was naked except for the leather straps peeking out of the hair on his chest. But, upon reflection, I saw that he wasn’t as naked as before. His cock now was encased in a thick leather-strapped sheath, with silver studs dotted around the leather. His smile was as devilish as ever.
Donatien strode up to in front of me and back-handed me from both sides across my face. My head snapped back, and I could feel blood in my mouth.
“You’ve been very naughty,” he said to me with a malevolent smile. “Very inventive—and I admire you for that—but very naughty. Not only haven’t you accepted my invitation to join the coven yet, but you also subverted one of my best men.”
He leaned into me with his face, took my head between his hands, and gave me a deep kiss on the lips, making sure that he’d sucked my cut lip before he disengaged. I jerked my head out of his grasp, and arched back from him. This brought our pelvises into contact. Donatien reached down with one hand and encased our cocks together. I felt rough leather and cold studs on the tender flesh of my dick. His other hand went to the small of my back, and a long, elegant finger pushed down between my exposed butt cheeks. His mouth went to my nipples, and it was impossible for my cock not to respond by engorging. He was rubbing our cocks together and gently stroking them as one. His finger entered my ass and rotated around, causing me to gasp.
“Ah, I remember how sweet your body is,” he whispered to my lovingly. “Thomas has reported that he took you many times earlier this evening, and that he found each position and fuck invigorating and highly pleasant. I feel you and he are going to be very good friends. So, tell me, are you melting at the prospect of being regularly serviced by our Thomas? Are you ready to join the coven now?”
“No, never,” I hissed at him. Donatien’s teeth bit down on the aureole of one of my nipples, and I let out a little scream. He lifted his head and gave me a look of deep disappointment.
“Never say never, my friend,” his whispered in a throaty voice. “At least don’t say it in haste. Perhaps you should get some sense of what is at stake.”
He then moved behind me, his torso closely touching my back. His cock came between my thighs, the head pushing at the root of my dick and my ball sac. The rough leather and studs gently rocked back and forth along my perineum. He took my head in both of his hands again and turned it to where I could see the trussed up Doug directly.
As I watched, the giant Jamaican, Thomas, reappeared in the room. From another corner, an equally giant, but thinner, Asian man appeared. Both were completely naked except for a sheath encasing their cocks. Light glinted off these apparatuses.
“Rhinestones,” Donatien hissed in my ear. “Very pretty, but also very sharp.”
The two men circled Doug, like sharks. He gave them a defiant look.
“What . . .?” I started to ask.
“Shhhh,” Donatien hissed at me. “You were quick to say no. Both for his own sin and for your flippant response to my repeated invitation, you’ll see just how careful you need to be and how carefully you need to consider your words when it concerns the coven.”
“No, please,” I cried. “It’s not Doug’s fault. Not any of it. I tricked him.”
“Regardless, he chose to stay with you.”
Doug lurched in surprise, and his face showed a sudden grimace of pain, as Thomas approached him from the rear. The Jamaican had one hand on Doug’s belly, and the other was hidden behind Doug’s back, but I had little doubt that Thomas was positioning his massive cock at Doug’s asshole. The Asian approached Doug from the front, and, upon a command from Thomas, the chains on Doug’s wrists pulled his body up and those on his ankles pulled his legs up into the air. Both the Jamaican and the Asian had their pelvises under Doug now, their massive dicks poised to strike, and were arching their backs away from him.
Tears came to Doug’s eyes, as the first inch of the two cocks entered his ass. Thus far, most of what had entered him was exposed dick helmet, and he’d been doubled before. Nevertheless, rhinestones must already be cutting at the rim of his ass. He set his jaw, though, determined not to scream.
I screamed for him, however, as Donatien stood close behind me, his arms wrapped around me with one hand playing with a nipple and the other gently stroking my dick. I could still feel the roughness of his stud-covered cock running across my perineum, but I felt shame at Doug’s and my respective predicaments.
“Give our Doug a little bit of the rhinestone razzle-dazzle,” Donatien commanded in a booming voice. A bit more of the two cocks disappeared up Doug’s ass, and now he involuntarily screamed. Rivulets of blood ran down his inner thigh.
“No!” I cried. “What do you want from me?”
“Tell me you accept the invitation to my coven,” Donatien said in a hoarse voice.
“Yes, yes,” I cried.
“Yes, what?” Donatien hissed.
“Yes, please let me in the coven,” I said loud enough for all to hear. “Please, I accept your invitation.”
“You realize that that would mean you could no longer have sex with Doug, don’t you? Doug has forfeited his rights to be in the coven.”
“Yes, yes, whatever you say,” I answered. “Just let him go.”
“But you want to tell me why you so easily give up a relationship with Doug, don’t you?”
“What?” I moaned.
“You want to tell me that I give you a much better fuck than Doug does, don’t you?”
“What? Oh, yes, yes.”
“Yes, yes what? I want everyone here to hear it.”
“You’re a much better lover than Doug,” I said. “You are and will always be the master.”
“And so, what do you want me to do to you now?”
Silence.
Long, slender fingers went to my balls, and I could feel the pressure. Not pain yet, but the promise of pain.
“Fuck me! Fuck me now,” I cried. “I can’t wait for you to get inside me.”
And then he was pushing into me from behind with an already-generous cock, further thickened now by leather straps and silver studs. He pulled my pelvis back, and I arched my torso, and my eyes went to the floor, as Donatien’s cock plowed up my ass. I had been stretched so much so recently by a bigger Thomas that I could accommodate the assault, but the studs did a real job on my prostate and ass walls. I grunted and moaned without reservation, which pleased Donatien greatly. I was reverifying his position in the coven with his adherents.
I looked up at the sound of repeated screams from the center of the room. More inches of the rhinestoned cocks had disappeared into Doug.
“Let them rip!” Donatien commanded.
“No-o-o,” I wailed.
“Halt!” Donatien rescinded his earlier command.
“Doug’s life for your total willingness,” Donatien hissed into my ear. “My men must see that you truly want me.”
“Yes, yes,” I moaned back. I’ll do anything if you don’t kill Doug.”
“Untie this one,” Donatien ordered, and my hands were immediately unbound. Donatien pulled out of me and came to stand in front of me.
“Kiss me. Kiss my passionately,” Donatien whispered to me, and I did as he directed. He led me over to the low-slung altar, sat on the edge, and told me to make love to him. I started with another kiss on the lips and worked my way down his hairy torso with my tongue and licked the insides of his thighs and the helmet of his cock that protruded from the leather casing and sucked his balls. After a few minutes, he rose from the edge of the altar and had me sit in his place. We kissed some more and played with each other’s nipples, abs, and bellies.
“Look like you are enjoying it,” Donatien whispered. I spread my legs wide then, arched my back, took his sheathed cock in my hands and guided his cock back into my asshole. There was an intake of breath around the room at the demonstration of my submissiveness to the master. He pumped me for some time, eventually bringing my torso up to his lips and tonguing my nipples again. He guided my cheek to his; we were both facing Doug, still shallowly impaled on two rhinestone poles.
“Ruin him!” Donatien commanded the posed Jamaican and Asian. Stretch him and cut him up so he will never be of use to anyone again. But don’t finish him. Let him live.”
“No, you promi—!” I screamed, but Donatien brutally took my mouth in his and stepped up the rhythm of his deep stud-encrusted fuck.
“Shut up!” he hissed in my ear when he took his lips off mine. “Protocol calls for death. You are saving him. I can still change the command.”
“Show them you want it,” Donatien whispered in my ear. “Change of position; you fuck yourself and show them you love it.”
He pulled me off the altar, sat on the edge again, and I climbed into his lap, facing him, and descended on his cock. He pushed my torso toward the floor briefly to show to all that he was in to the root, and then, on his command, I rose up and down on his joy stick and rotated around it, until I felt him tense. With a powerful lift, he pulled me off him and into the air above him, and his cock shot off in a powerful arc that hit me in the belly. Then, he rose from the altar, laid me on its top and sucked my cock until I came.
Standing above me, his voice rang out. “Enough with the renegade. Take him and clean him up as best you can and then toss him out in the street.” Then they released Doug and he slipped to the floor.
Pete and I had just finished playing a couple of sets of tennis at the club and had sat down at a big courtside table for a beer before showering and leaving. Suddenly, five Latin hunks—all bulging muscles and steamy looks—descended on the court. We’d been told that members of a visiting Brazilian soccer team had signed up for the court after us, and I reasoned that these must be that lot. I could clearly see that they were all beautiful, with tanned hunky bodies and flashing pearly white teeth, as two of the Latin studs took to the court while the other three, after asking politely for permission in charming broken English, took the empty seats at the table Pete and I were sitting at. The three at the table introduced themselves as Filipe, Thieago, and Rafael. They told us the two on the court were the team offensive stars, Gustavo and Raimondo.
I quickly assessed all five and found them all to my liking—no, to my loving. I could already feel my cock stir. Gustavo was the only blond among the lot, and I wondered if he had some German blood in him. Whatever the case, he was just as heavily muscled and hunky as the rest of the lot.
Pete got a little peeved when he said he thought it was time for the two of us to hit the showers and I said I wanted to stay around and watch the Brazilians hit the ball for a while. Neither of the two on the court were all that good at tennis, but they were mighty fine-looking athletes and moved with the grace of dancers. I knew that most of Pete’s peeve was because I was warming fast to these Brazilians and I had promised him that he could fuck me after our tennis session. He saw the opportunity fading fast, and, in this, he was quite correct. Pete was a honey, but I literally melted at the thought of these five Brazilian hunks surrounding me.
After he saw he was in a losing battle with the Brazilians, at least for today, Pete stood and leaned down before he left and gave me a possessive kiss on the lips, no doubt in a last-ditch effort to mark his territory. I could tell by the hissing of released breath all around us at the table, however, that his gesture had had the opposite effect. It had sent a strong signal to the Brazilians that I could be approached by any of them who might be interested--and they all started showing their interest as soon as Pete was gone.
Thieago and Filipe, who were sitting on either side of me, moved in closer, while Rafael, who wasn’t in reach of me, sent me steamy looks and tried out his limited English in chatting me up. Between trying to watch the somewhat fumbling tennis match and responding to Rafael, I didn’t notice for a bit that Filipe was running his fingers lightly along the hair of my forearm and Thieago had a hand gently placed high up on my thigh.
Rafael called out something in Portuguese to Gustavo and Raimundo on the tennis court, and all five Brazilians had a good laugh. For the few moments I was there after that, I noticed that Gustavo and Raimondo were investing more attention into looking over at the table now than they were in wherever the tennis ball was going on.
Filipe had tightened his grip on my forearm and the fingers of his other hand were buried in the hair at the back of my head. Just as he brought my face to his and engaged me in a searching kiss, I felt Thieago’s palm cup my basket. He said something like “Yiy, yiy, yiy, and then a run of Portuguese, and all five of the Brazilians were laughing again. Their laughs seemed more guttural now than before, however.
I disengaged from Filipe’s kiss and noticed as I turned to ask Rafael what had been said that Gustavo and Raimundo were no longer hitting the ball back and forth. Now they were plastered to the wire fence just beyond our table, smiling big and licking their lips.
“Oh, Thieago was just saying that it was really hot out here and he really needed to take a shower,” Rafael answered me with a big grin. “And we all agreed with him. But we are new here. We don’t know where the showers are. Perhaps you could show us?”
The expression on Rafael’s face left no doubt why they all wanted to find the showers, and they had turned me on to the point where I was more than ready to take on a whole Brazilian soccer team.
We left Gustavo and Raimondo blowing kisses at us and muttering what had to be very suggestive encouragements as the other three Brazilians hustled me into the men’s dressing room, not seemingly at any loss on where it was located.
In the showers, I found all three equally arousing, attentive, and delightful. Filipe and Rafael were nicely hung, but Thieago had a veritable monster cock on him. All got hard quite quickly, with Thieago mainly watching, as Rafael sucked my cock under streams of water and Filipe worked my ass, first with his tongue and then with his fingers, and finally with what seemed to be his whole fist. I was well used, so only Thieago’s cock gave me pause for any form of trepidation. While Filipe and Rafael were working me over, Thieago stood a bit off, but well in my vision, and entertained me with showing that he could make his cock get longer and longer and thicker and thicker.
When I had shot off, Filipe pushed my torso down with a strong hand, rubbed his cock up through my crack for a minute or so, and entered me forcefully from behind and started stroking me deep, while Rafael pushed his dick into my mouth and face fucked me in rhythm with Filipe’s pumping. I thought this was mighty fine, taking it from both ends from two magnificent Brazilian studs. Filipe must have been overwhelmed at this opportunity, because he came quickly and removed his dick and went back to fingering my ass, now well-lubed with his cum.
When Filipe had a good bit of his hand up my ass, he called out in Portuguese, and I heard a reply that sounded like surprise and delight from the dressing room. Apparently, Gustavo and Raimundo had decided to change their game from tennis to some kind of other balling. As I worked hard to swallow the semen Rafael was now sending spouting down my throat, the five had a short discussion and I found myself lifted by Filipe and Rafael and delivered to the dressing room.
There I found Gustavo and Raimundo, buck naked, facing each other, in close, and straddling a wooden changing bench. Raimundo had his fist around two docked dicks, which were already hard. They were both long, Gustavo’s a little longer than Raimondo’s, but both were a little thin.
Filipe and Rafael, one on each side of me, lifted me by a thigh and arm each, with Thieago cupping my butt cheeks, and literally carried me over to the bench. These Brazilians were pretty good at their teamwork.
I started objecting loudly and giving a nervous scream or two as I realized what was going to happen to me. And then Filipe and Rafael inserted me between the facing Gustavo and Raimundo, and lowered my ass onto their now bundled, upward thrusting cocks. I nearly fainted as the two ramrods were forced up inside me. Laughter, moans, groans and Portuguese chatter abounded as Filipe and Rafael raised and lowered my pelvis on double throbbing cocks. Gustavo, who I was facing, had his fingers working my pecs hard, while Raimondo, behind me, had his hands wrapped around my waist and was helping to control the rhythm of the double fucking. I had my head thrust back on Raimondo’s chest and was yelling in loud tones of protested pain and, yes, I admit it, pleasure at having taken two cocks working me in unison. More of that superb Brazilian teamwork.
So as not to raise alarm throughout the club premises, Thieago came up on the bench between Gustavo and me, hunched down a bit, grabbed the back of my head in his hands, and forced my mouth onto his gigantic cock. I did what I could to envelop his cock, but he was so long and thick that I could get less than half of it in my mouth. Some semblance of calm eventually came to the scene, which now was dominated by grunting, groaning, moaning, and sighing times six. Gustavo took my cock in his hand and treated it like the joy stick on his favorite sports car and was rewarded with three spurts of cum that were almost simultaneously coordinated with Gustavo’s and Raimondo’s ejaculations.
So, I had said I would take on the whole Brazilian soccer team, and this was what that was like. I must admit that it was more than a bit all right with me—certainly better than whatever Pete had planned for me this afternoon.
When most of us with cocks in play—Thieago still holding his shootoff—had cum with great shouts of abandon and release, the various hands and cocks that were handling me disappeared. I collapsed, belly down, on the bench, and I heard happy chattering decreasing in volume as the Brazilian soccer team hit the showers, another stunning victory under its collective belts. Well, most of the team that is. When I was able to lift my weary head and chest from the surface of the bench, I saw that the giant Thieago was still there, giving me the eye, waving that monster cock at me.
With a big grin, he turned me on the back of the bench, spread my legs with strong arms and worked that huge cock inside my now-gaping asshole. With just one cock, he was stretching me more than Gustavo’s and Raimondo’s two cocks had been able to manage. I stretched my arms down and back and held tightly onto the legs of the bench as Thieago rode me hard, long, and deep—and to our great mutual satisfaction. I had no questions as to who the captain of this soccer squad was.
Coach Hazard’s Training School
(From the novel Hard Knocks U)
The training regime for the elite wrestlers in my university’s wrestling team was known as Coach Hazard’s Finishing School. I had worked hard for three years to make this squad team for two reasons: this was the best of the best in wrestling in our regional division and I had the hots for Coach Hazard, who was handsome in a rugged Marine way, was solid muscle, and had the biggest cock I’d ever seen. But I didn’t think Coach was ever going to notice me. Although now twenty, I still was pretty small everywhere but where it counted and was lithe and young looking, not at all like the big hulking wrestlers Coach Hazard surrounded himself with. Still, I was solidly in the light-weight division and had maintained an admirable win record my first three years at the university.
As I was doing all I could to get the coach’s attention and earn a shot at a place on this squad, the buzz that got back to me was that a superior wrestling performance wasn’t the only thing a guy had to put out for the coach to make the squad, but that was quite all right with me. My friend Pete was on this team, and I had repeatedly told him I’d do anything to be on the team with him. This must have gotten back to the coach, because I’d finally been summoned to an evening session in the wrestling gym, where Pete said I’d get my shot.
When I got to the wrestling gym that evening, there were Coach, Pete, and several of the other wrestlers, waiting for me, with big grins on their faces—all naked, most with respectable hardons. I wasn’t all that surprised, because I’d also heard that Coach Hazard trained this squad in the nude so that they would have no inhibitions during the actual matches. Many on the team thought this was precisely what gave our team an edge in regional competition.
“Strip and come over here,” Coach said gruffly as I entered the room, and, when I was naked, he led me to a strange alcove off the gym, which was shaped like half a hexagon and was completely lined with mirrors—on the walls, on the ceiling, and even on the floor. A wooden bar went all the way around at about waist height.
“Like it?” Coach asked. “This is where the wrestlers and bodybuilders can come to get a good look at how various muscles are developing. “We have other good uses for it too. This is going to be a sensory lesson for you. I want you and Pete to stand over there in the middle of the alcove, facing each other, hands at sides. Yes, but closer. But not too close yet.” I looked into Pete’s eyes. He had that “eat you up” expression on his face. It wasn’t at all unpleasant.
“First, I want you to take note of yourself and Pete in all of the mirrors around you. Let your eyes see everything. Okay, now, as you are doing that, I want both you and Pete to reach out and gently explore each other with your hands. All the time, I want you to drink in what is happening by scanning your images in the mirror. See what various touches do both to what is being touched and to other areas of your body. There, that’s good. Ah, I see that you’re enjoying this.” Pete was brushing his hands around my nipples and down to my belly, and my cock was rising in reaction.
I reflexively backed away from him, hesitating slightly. Coach Hazard was quick then to ask me if I really wanted to join the elite varsity squad, if I really was willing to do anything to be on the team.
“Yes, Coach. I do. It’s just a little embarrassing and strange.”
“Well, son,” Coach said. “We win because we are a close-knit team—as close as a marriage. Each member is totally loyal to every other member and has an intimate relationship with each and every other member. Do you understand fully what I’m saying?”
“Yes, Coach,” I answered with a big gulp.
“Are you sure, I wonder,” Coach said. He moved over to me and ran his hands over my torso and down to my engorging cock. “I’ve been watching you for two years, son. And I like what I see. I even like your wrestling style. You look so small and vulnerable when you approach the mat, which tends to throw the competition off. Because underneath that boy’s body of yours, you are all steel and grace and smart moves. And I like this cock of yours, too. Looks like a seven incher. Have my eyes measured well?”
“Yes, Coach,” I squeaked and then gulped. I couldn’t believe it. The coach had his hands on my cock. I didn’t know if I’d be able to control myself.
“Do you want to be on this team enough to give yourself totally to the team?” Coach continued. “Because if you do, before you leave here tonight, you are going to be intimately linked to each and every member of this team. For the hard of understanding, that means everyone here is going to have a chance to fuck you tonight, if they can master you on the mat and if you are going to be a member of this team. Do you want to leave now?”
“No,” I answered almost in a whisper. “I want this.”
“OK, then proceed, Pete.” And Pete drew me back to him and resumed running his hands around my torso and thighs.
“See, not just your cock is reacting,” Coach was continuing now in a low, husky voice. “Look at your other muscles. Your body is coming alive to Pete’s touch. See your butt muscles twitching. See your knees getting soft. And as he moves his hand to your cock, see yourself leaning into him. You want him. Your body wants him. Connect the touch sensations with the visual. See what you are doing to him with your touch. See his eyes take on a dreamy look, his mouth open and his tongue moistening his lips. Yes, see how your lips come together and open to each other, how you move into each other, nipples touching nipples, pelvis against pelvis, cock against cock. See how you both start to grind a bit. He’s got his hands on your butt cheeks. Feel that, let your eyes see that, feel how the visual intensifies the pleasure of his hands squeezing your butt. Yes, you can put your hands on his, as well.
“Uh, I saw you flinch. Did you see yourself in the mirrors flinch as Pete did whatever he did? Draw apart a bit, Pete, and let us all see what caused that flinch. As yes, do you see, Sam, Pete has your cocks encased together and he’s gently stroking them together. How does being able to see that in the mirrors enhance how it feels? Doesn’t it double the pleasure?
“Now Pete is moving down your body, kissing and sucking your nipples, tonguing down your six pack, playing with your navel, kissing and tonguing down across your belly. Watch him do this from every angle, Sam. Feel his worshipping of your beautiful body. Those are your balls he’s licking, Sam. Did you notice how you broadened your stance to give him access? Did you see that in the mirror? Do you realize that this means you want him? You want him to suck your balls and make love to your cock. There, he has the head of your cock in his mouth now. Did you see as well as feel you throw your head back at that? Did you hear your moan? Did you see you burying your hands in the hair on his head, holding him to you, loving what his mouth was doing to the head of your cock? There, did you see as well as feel your cock disappear, reappear, and then disappear? Look at the floor mirror, right under you. That’s your big cock being swallowed, disappearing in Pete’s mouth. Doesn’t it give you pleasure to see what you are doing to Pete and how much he wants you in him? Do you see as well as feel his hands on your butt, the finger he has at your asshole? Do you see as well as feel your cock grow even longer and thicker as it disappears and then reappears; disappears and reappears? Do you see yourself shuddering and your legs turning to jelly? Being able to both see and feel will double your pleasure, but it will also shorten your jackoff time. There, just as I said. Did you see how your body jerked and spasmed right before and you shot off all over Pete’s welcoming lips and face? Do you see that if he wasn’t supporting you with his hands on your butt, you would have just collapsed on the floor?
“Now, Pete wants attention too. Turn around, Pete, hands on the bar, chest parallel with your butt, legs well apart. Look in the mirror, Sam. What stands out? First, that big dick swinging between his legs, right? Look in the mirrors Sam, look at Pete’s dick from every angle. He was so busy working on you that it let it go a little soft again. Help him with that, Sam. You can take that big rod in your hand. Yes, like that. Milk him, Sam, and watch yourself milking him from every angle of the mirrors. And watch him loving it.”
I could see in the mirrors that all of the wrestlers standing around on the periphery were also milking themselves, or each other, and loving it.
“Now what’s the other thing you notice calling to you, Sam. Yes, right, that puckered asshole. It’s calling to you. Kiss it, lick it, tongue it, giving him a good rimming. And watch yourself in the mirror—and also watch how Pete is writhing from and loving your attention. Now, see, I’m going to get behind you and reach through your legs and work on your cock as well. See that in the mirror, Sam, and feel it doubly fine because you can see what I’m doing? We want you up again, because in just a few minutes, you’re going to be ramming that ole seven incher of yours up Pete’s ass, and we’re all going to be loving watching that in the mirrors.
I worked on Pete and Hazard worked on me for a few minutes, until Pete started to babble, “Now, now. I can’t take this teasing any more. Fuck me now. Ram it up there.”
“Well, do as he says,” Hazard directed as he released my now-engorged cock. I stood and approached Pete’s rear. I positioned my cock head against his asshole with my hand and slowly worked my way in, watching, as Coach wanted me to, from every angle in the mirror my cock disappearing into Pete’s ass. I had both of my hands on his hips now, and Pete was pumping his own cock. Hazard was standing behind me, working up his own rod. I had to admit it; being able to watch it was twice the pleasant sensation.
I was so concentrated in working Pete, which it came as quite a surprise when I felt hands on my butt cheeks and a mouth on my asshole. I looked around wildly to see Coach’s face plastered to my ass. He was good enough, though, to lather me up with some ointment before he mounted me from the back. The mirror revealed me as a sandwich, the meat between two ecstatic pieces of white bread. I came quickly inside Pete, but then I just held on to him for dear life, as Coach plowed me hard and fast with that big nine incher of his. I threw my legs out wide, trying to open as wide as I could for all that the coach had to give me. Leaving my pelvis plastered to Pete’s buttocks, Coach Hazard wrapped his arms around my chest and pulled my torso back to his hairy breast. He buried his lips and teeth into the hollow of my neck, while he stroked me hard and deep and fast from behind.
When he’d shot off in me, Coach let Pete and me just collapse to the floor and spent twenty minutes in telling me what the stringent rules and regulations were of his elite squad.
After this, he grabbed me by the head and pulled me up to his cock and made me suck him big again and then said that the rest of the evening would consist of me finding out the wrestling skills of every member on the squad, including him. I was to wrestle each man in turn, and whoever made the pin got to fuck his opponent in the position of the pin.
I thought I was an excellent wrestler already, but the squad quickly showed I had a long way to go to truly be in their league. Coach Hazard pulled me out into the center of the mat, and had me on my belly in a full Nelson in no time flat. He then proceeded to keep me in that hold as he fucked me from behind again, rotating his cock around inside me both near the surface and deep by revolving his hips. I must admit I didn’t half compete with him, because having his huge cock up me was part of my dream.
After Coach had fully taken me again and shot of hot jism inside me, each of the other members of the squad showed me their specialties—and that their specialties trumped mine—and I had cocks of all sizes and thicknesses working my ass for the rest of the evening.
My next team punch event defeat wasn’t too taxing. I was getting steeled to these attacks on my body. The winner was one of those lean, mean Marines, without an ounce of fat on a very efficient body and a shaved haircut.
Not much to brag about in the below-the-belt category, which probably is why I’d seen him hang out with one of the bantam-weight wrestlers, a willowy, but obviously strong, young man who didn’t look a day older than eighteen, although he must have been at least that age to be going to this university.
The Marine-type had me pinned in no time flat. Then he sat down in a cross-legged lotus position and had me sit down in his lap, facing him, my legs stretched out in front of me with his torso between them. He told me to arch back and support myself from behind with the heel of my hands, and then he let his hands roam across my torso and stroked both my cock and his until his was large enough to work with. He told me to dig my heels in and lift my pelvis a bit, which I did, and then he inserted his engorged, but not all that long or thick cock into my ass, leaned back on his own hands to give himself leverage, and fucked me with short jabs upward, making up for any shortfall he had in length and girth by making me feel like a hundred fingers were flicking around inside me.
What he lacked in equipment, he also made up for in stamina, as he pumped me for a good long time, and I must say I probably was enjoying this as much as he did. My enjoyment showed in the condition of my own pecker, and a short time later, the Marine’s little bantam-weight type, probably in an act of jealousy, came over and settled between the Marine’s torso and mine.
My cock was running up the cleavage of his pert little butt, and he put a hand back there to simulate a channel for me to fuck, so I dry-fucked him. I figured he and the Marine were a matched set because of his size and the size of the Marine’s penis, so I didn’t press the point about trying to enter the tyke myself. The Marine and his lover went into a session of kissy-face and mutual nipple nibble, and I figured they had forgotten me altogether when I felt the Marine withdraw from me and start skewering the Bantam-weighter.
I slid right on out from underneath them after I’d shoot off up the Bantam’s back, and they gave no evidence of noticing I’d gone.
In my next team punch match, I lost quickly to the university’s star wrestling champ, the very athletic Greg. After winning, Greg accentuated his athletic prowess by making me swing both my arms and legs over the parallel bars set up at the side of the gym and then getting on a bench under me and fucking me first from the front, my ass tipped up and then from the back, my ass tipped back, and then back again. The trick for him was in making the transition, which he did several times, without dislodging his prick from my ass. The trick for me was to take the pressure and weight on my arms and biceps for the thirty-minute performance. The other weightlifters seemed to be quite entertained by this.
By all rights, I should have been exhausted by now, but, the gleam of surprise and respect in Coach’s eyes being worth the effort, I didn’t lose the next team punch match. I didn’t win, either, but, hey, a draw was better than getting fucked. The guy was a surly Hispanic with an attitude—not that there was anything wrong with being a Hispanic, and a surly dude of any ethnicity was to be avoided at all costs. He was pumped up with steroids or something that made him look like a professional wrestler, and he had a whole display of one sprawling tattoo that covered one whole half of him. It came down from his skull—he had half of his head shaved and the hair on the other half drooped down into his eyes. The tattoo descended his neck, covered the left half of his torso and his left arm, and descended down his left leg after making a detour around the root of his cock. It was a rather intriguing design, but I wasn’t all that interested in getting a better look at it. He had a ring in his eyebrow, in his lip, in his right nipple, in his navel, and, most shocking of all, in the foreskin of his penis, which was a pretty respectable size and uncut. He looked like he’d just stepped out of a gang-banger comic book, and I was mighty glad I didn’t lose my match to him. I could tell, though, that he was going to demand rematch after rematch until he could get me in his power.
Coach could see that this disturbed me and, after explaining that a tie meant neither one of us would get to fuck the other, he said. “Remember what he wants, Sam. And if you set your mind to not giving it to him, you will continue to develop a winning form with this team.”
I had assumed that achieving a draw would bring me relief for the evening, but Coach wouldn’t have it. I was still panting from the effort of holding the Hispanic tattoo display off, when Coach called my next match. This last event I had to face was really unfair, but Coach Hazard seemed to be looking forward to something special and the Pratt twins apparently didn’t go anywhere or do anything separately.
I was faced with two identical, accomplished wrestlers. Of course it was no contest, and the gym roared with delight and everyone was cheering and groping each other as the twins, as their reward for winning such a one-sided battled, shared me. First one went down on the floor with his legs stretched out in front of him, and then the other one helped push me down into the first one’s lap, facing him, my ass slowly opening up to his average-sized cock, not yet ready for the onslaught. This twin wanted to kiss me and lick and nibble at my nipples. The first one’s rod was only an inch in when the second one scooted under me from the back. Now the twins were essentially sitting facing each other close, the legs of the first one stretched alongside the hips of the second one and the legs of the second one extending over the thighs of the first and wrapping around his butt. I was between them, my legs now on top of those of the second twin. And the second twin’s cock had joined that of the first one at my asshole, and as I was stretching and opening up, I was descending on two cocks. Luckily they both were of average size. Both twins were frenzied at sharing me and running their cocks together up my ass canal, and I was a little excited too. As Twin #1 continued to kiss and nibble at me in front, Twin #2 wrapped his arms around me and found my cock and balls and gave them attention. He also kissed and nibbled at my shoulder blades and neck.
Upon almost imperceptible command after they were both rooted in me, Twin #1 lowered his back onto the floor, and, with his hands squeezing my butt cheeks got his feet up onto the ground, raising me with his thighs and tipping my butt into the air. Twin #1 then came up on one knee and got the foot of the other leg onto the ground and, with this new leverage, power fucked me with his cock, at the same time creating friction with his twin’s cock that sent the three of us into exclamations of ecstasy, panting, and grunts and that sent the audience into cheers. The three of us came in near succession, although I’m happy to say that I outdistanced either of the twins in this category.
As I untangled myself and hobbled for the showers, Coach Hazard patted me on the butt, told me this had been my best performance yet, and welcomed me to the varsity wrestling team.
Coach Hazard’s finishing school certainly had some nonstandard aspects to it, but the incentive to not be topped repeatedly at every session was enough to make me one of the best wrestlers in the region before the season was finished. I made it a point, however, to never put up much of a defense against Coach and his luscious ramrod.
I should have known that the sneaky Dutchman had all the angles figured when he suckered us into betting against a myth in the Men Only back room at Cowboy’s Bar in Bangkok’s Patpong district. He waited until the third revolution of the happy hour clock—when we were all soused and sluggish—and then entered with a boy-built Thai. I recognized the Thai immediately as a champion bantam-weight kick boxer from the arena over by Lumpini Park. Knowing the Thai, I figured he probably was a lot closer to thirty than he was to twenty, but he wasn’t much over five feet tall and was skinny as a rail. All corded sinew, though, and I’d seen him put opponents in the hospital over in the ring. He still had all of his facial features where they belonged and was quite well turned out in looks, so it’s obvious he’d been able to defend himself successfully.
Those of us holding up the bar couldn’t isolate—even when we revisited the issue several days later—who exactly brought up the question of whether the myth that two guys could fuck another one in the ass simultaneously was fact or fiction. But it must have been the Dutchman. He must have had it all planned before he brought the Thai kick boxer into Cowboy’s.
It came down to the boys at the bar against the Dutchman. We all said it was a myth, and he asked us if we wanted to take up bets on that. Suckers that we were, we did. We even thought we’d put one over on him, when one of us had the presence of mind to stipulate that we could pick the cocks that would be buried and, that stipulated, took the time and effort to do some comparing and measuring. The Dutchman even let us check out the Thai’s hole on a surface inspection, and led us into doubling the stakes when we saw there was nothing especially slack about the Thai’s backdoor.
I came up second longest and thickest, so I was picked as one of the house champions. Dennis, a news agency journalist, who was a good fuck buddy of mine, got highest honors, which pleased me; we’d taken turns with each other as top and bottom, and I enjoyed either position with him.
After Dennis and I had stripped down, I was pleased to see that the Thai was showing that he thought this was all a good idea. He was all smiles and winks and lustful looks. It should have been another signal for us when he didn’t seem to mind what was going on—but for all we knew, he hadn’t been clued in on the plan at that point yet—or, indeed, just didn’t understand English very well. We cleared a space in the center of the room and someone found a cot mattress from somewhere in the depths of Cowboy’s back establishment, and we had our arena.
Dennis, the Thai, and I engaged in a good half hour of three-way feeling and kissing, and stroking, cocksucking, and greasing ourselves up lavishly with lube to get us all in the mood and to get Dennis and me lengthened and thickened to the point where we assumed our bet was well covered. In time, though, I found myself on my back on the mattress and the Thai straddling my hips with his thighs. And then he was settling on my cock. Dennis had a hand under there, fingers wrapped around my cock and rotating my dick head in what felt like a tight ass opening. But then the Thai arched his back above me, settled his pelvis, and he was coming down on my cock, swallowing it with his ass, the muscles of his canal walls undulating along the sides of my cock as he settled down into my lap. He was driving me crazy down there, and I managed to tell Dennis between gasps what was happening. The boxer had magic ass muscles and was going to make me cum and start going flaccid before Dennis got his cock into position.
The Thai was grinning above me, going for my nipples with his strong fingers, trying to bring me past the brink.
Forewarned, however, Dennis pushed the Thai’s chest down toward mine, tipping his hips up, and I felt the giant mushroom head of Dennis’s cock at the base of my dick where it was encased by the Thai’s asshole. Dennis was grunting mightily from the effort to enter the Thai, and the Thai, his face very close to mine, was registering pain in his eyes and panting with exertion himself.