House on Park, Part 7

When I awoke, the room was dim, and the house seemed very quiet. It had been a great day, but it was time to shower off one last time and hit the road. But first I'd find the guys and see what they were up to. As I got to the bottom of the stairs, I heard some noises from the back of the house and padded into the gym.

The pizza guy was still on delivery, I could see. They'd pulled out the parallel bars and had him trussed up on that apparatus like a pig over a fire. He was laid out on top of the bars, face down. His arms were wrapped around the bars and strapped down so that he was locked into position. His legs were draped back over the bars behind—or would have been draped back over the bars if Claude wasn't holding them out over the bars at the widest angle possible to give him purchase. One of the bench presses had been moved under and between the bars back there, and Claude was standing on it and hunched over Red a bit to gain the best angle for his fuck. His cock was a good five or six inches up the guy's ass already, but Claude was in a rest period, probably having taken some time to get the depth he'd already achieved. Red was laying limp across the bars, although the sweat that was running off him attested to the ordeal he'd had to this point. Part of his ordeal was that the other end of him was getting attention as well. The other bench press had been placed between and under the bar under Red's chest and head, and Eric was standing on this bench. He had his hands buried in the pizza guy's flaming red mop, with his head pulled up and back an angle that had allowed the deep-throating of Eric's cock. He was just about all the way in, so he was making a little more progress than Claude was.

Claude saw me at the door and asked if I couldn't give him a little help. Why not, I thought. I still remembered that I didn't particularly like the pizza guy's attitude. I went over, slid under the bars, reached up, grabbed Red's butt cheeks, and pulled them as far apart as possible. He shuddered and twitched as Claude grunted and stuffed his sausage farther in.

"Thanks," Claude said. "I think that's done it. Yes, sliding right in now. In, in, in, there. Ah, that red hair tickles. There. Now out just a bit and see if it can get back in. There, yes, ah, that fuck ointment feels good, and I think he's opening a bit more now. Ah, yes. Okay, out a couple of inches, and then slowly back in. Y-e-s." Red was twitching and was all tense.

"Hey, Guy," I called up to him. "Just try to relax. It will be better if you relax and open up. It's a glorious fuck, Red. This is one that you will remember forever. You just have to relax. He's not going to really hurt you. None of us is going to hurt you."

I felt sorry for him then and reached up and cupped his curved dick in my hand and stroked around and up, taking the glans gently in my fingers and putting my thumb on his piss slit. There was a little moisture there, but not enough to play much without hurting him. I put my lips on the tip and swirled my tongue around the glans, adding moisture. The cock began to stiffen and increase its curve almost immediately.

Eric spoke, "You in, Claude?"

"Yeah. He's a good fuck. He's relaxing; I'll be able to pump pretty soon. Ugh. Tightened right up again. Here, maybe this will help." Claude swung Red's legs down and folded them out in front of him, outside the bars. I could feel that this opened him up a little more.

Eric spoke again. This time to the pizza guy. "Okay, Red. I'm coming out most of the way, and I want you to be nice to my head. I want you to lightly suck it and run your tongue around it. Yes. Ah, yes. Now, feel the slit at the tip? Take the tip of your tongue and try to get it in there. Oh, yes, yes. That feels so good. You've got such a sweet tongue. Now, get it under my dick and slowly stroke it down to the root as I slide in. A-h-h-h. Oh, honey, that's great. You give good head."

I gave the pizza guy slow and gentle head myself, while Claude started to pump, lengthening his strokes and increasing the speed. Eric came first, and exchanged his dick for a soft mouth; Red came second, and Claude came last.

I let loose of Red's butt cheeks and came out from under the bars after he'd cum. I had my tongue in Claude's ass when he came. He slowly pulled his thunder buster out of Red's ass, and I could clearly hear the sucking sound as it came out. The pizza guy's hole was wide and loose, and he seemed to have taken the ultimate screw very well. But, was this really the ultimate screw, I thought. I looked at that hole pensively. Claude helped Red bring his legs down onto the bench press, and he asked to have his arms untied.

"In a while, Red, Eric replied. I haven't had my dip in that hole yet."

The guy started to object, but Claude slapped him on the butt and told him to be quiet. Eric scooted the other bench press out from under the parallel bars and pulled it over into the center of the room. He laid down on it on his back, and I walked over and straddled him in the 69 position and gave him head to pump him back up, while he licked my balls and rimmed my ass. When Claude could see Eric was erect again, he unstrapped Red's arms and manhandled him over to the bench. I got off of Eric, and Claude pushed Red down into a crouch above Eric, and I helped insert Eric's cock into his hole. Red was still so wide from Claude's drilling that Eric's rod just slurped on in. I told Red to stand perfectly still, while Claude walked around to the head of the bench and directed him to kiss his cock and give him some head. Eric could reach Claude's drooping balls and worked on them with his mouth and one hand, while he wrapped his other hand around Red's cock. I put my hands under Eric's butt cheeks and raised and lowered them and moved them back and forth so that his rod dipped around in Red's ass.

I kept on thinking about the concept of whether Claude's screw had been the ultimate fuck for this smart-assed guy, however, and decided that maybe we could do a little better. And thinking about what might be better stiffened my own cock right up. I dropped Eric's butt cheeks and his cock dropped down to the lower end of the hole without losing much of its depth. I then spread my hand over Red's left butt cheek in a steadying hold, took my hardened cock in my right hand, and inserted the head above Eric's cock in the pizza guy's ass, while I mouthed "double fuck" across the bodies to Claude. Claude moved his hands down along Red's side to his waist and held him steady there in his grip. Red still tried to buck when I entered him, but we weren't giving him much room to maneuver. Eric figured out what was going on as well, and snaked his hands around Red's thighs to hold him in place there. Eric stopped reaching for Claude's balls with his mouth, and dug his heels into the carpet, ready to raise his hips when I was ready. I encased the root of both Eric's and my cocks around my fingers to hold the two rods together and slowly pushed the two cocks into Red's hole, with Eric rising up to the hole with his pelvis, as I pushed him. It was a much tighter fit now, and Red gasped and started to swear. Claude brutally took Red's mouth into his and used his tongue as a gag. Once in a good four inches, I released our cocks and let them work on their own. We pushed in, in unison until we were both in to the root.

I pushed down on Red's back with my chest until he was firmly sandwiched between us, and Eric's mouth replaced Claude's as an effective gag. I grabbed Red's upper arms and pinned them above his head, while Claude came around behind me and held his thighs forward and up. When Eric and I were well in, we both began a slow pumping action, but like the pistons of an engine. While Eric was pulling out, I was pushing in. The friction of this on my cock was driving me wild, and I could tell Eric and Red were enjoying it to. I don't know when Claude had let go of the guy's legs, but I soon felt his big strong fingers playing with my ass, and, shortly after that, the feel of Claude's enormous dick head pressing on my back door, and I just widened my leg stance and let him in. A short time after that still, I could feel one of his hands coming up from under my balls and he inserted fingers alongside Eric's and my cocks as they were stuffed in Red's hole. The pizza guy did some more squirming, which just helped make us all cum in quick succession, and we tumble in different directions off the bench press, and laid there panting, regaining our composure. Now, I thought, the pizza guy had finally felt his ultimate fuck.

Afterward, I headed for the door, and tossed off thanks for the day, saying I'd be gone as soon as I showered. Neither Claude nor Eric liked that idea and asked me to stay the night. Red seemed to be too preoccupied with his total fuck experience to care where I went or when. I agreed to stay, but only if I could use the guestroom, reasoning that I needed to get some rest, and that just wouldn't happen if I was sharing that king-sized bed with Eric and Claude.