Chapter 4
Mack didn't join then and there. Although, he was more than tempted. In retrospect, though, he would realize he had been really too cold, too hungry, and too thankful for having arrived safely, to have really been able to give any immediate performances, anyway.
Nor were Eddie or Talbot all that anxious to continue with a new addition until they found out a bit more about their visitor. Hell, for all they knew, his comment might have been some sarcastic condemnation from a straight as offended as all hell by what he had seen -- although, it admittedly hadn't sounded that way. Besides that, they were as curious as all hell to find out who the guy was, where he had come from, and if there were more of the same on the way.
So, Eddie and Talbot got dressed, very much appearing like two schoolboys who had been caught with their pants down playing with each other in the boiler room.
Mack, had he been less the frozen corpse that he was, would have focused all of his attention on two such superb examples of the male physique. As it was, he was drawn to the fire like an iron filing was drawn to a magnet. By the time he actually began feeling the circulation returning to his system, he was dismayed to find Eddie and Talbot had had plenty of time to dress.
"You really didn't have to put your clothes back on for me," Mack managed finally, deciding he might even soon be able to take off his parka: something he had believed -- when out in the cold -- he would never be able to do again.
"It had suddenly gotten a little too cold to go around in the buff," Eddie said, having decided that, whether straight or gay, their visitor showed all signs of being one nice-looking hunk of manhood. All that stood between, complete verification of that fact was the bulky parka still concealing much of Mack's body.
Mack certainly didn't look as if he had been upset by walking in on two queers humping in front of a fire.
"Sorry about barging in without knocking," Mack said. His gloves were off. He was holding the palms of his bare hands up to the flames. "I was a little too cold to think much about amenities."
"Have you been out in that mess since it began?" Talbot asked. He was frankly beginning to be a little sorry he and Eddie had been so quick to put back on their clothes. The prospect of being snowed in with yet another stud who wasn't adverse to pulling down his pants and joining in the fun was certainly a sexy notion.
Shit, even if the guy were straight, it didn't mean he wouldn't welcome the chance to get his cock blown, or fuck a couple of queer assholes. None of the guy's straight friends was ever going to know what he did in a cabin out in the middle of nowhere. Hell, they would all be so fucking happy to see he had made it through safe and sound, they wouldn't even think of asking whether he made it sexually with his two fellow survivors while waiting for the snow to melt. Yes, by Jesus, this situation did certainly hold out a whole range of possibilities, especially since the guy hadn't said one word about gays... queers... or faggots. He certainly couldn't have missed out on what had been happening at the time of his arrival. Talbot's cum was still smeared on the sleeping bag only a few feet away from where Mack was kneeling to get warm.
"I was, on my way down from the top when it hit," Mack explained. "There's a cave a few miles up the mountain. I stayed there last night, hoping this mess would blow over by this morning. Hell, can you believe it? It's snowing and blowing out there as if it had all good intentions of continuing to do so for the next six months."
He suddenly realized he was beginning to drool -- and not just because he was in a room with a couple of humpy numbers who weren't above fucking each other. Straights, maybe. Straights, a little uneasy because Mack had stumbled in and found them in the middle of a little gay experimentation. God knew, they must have thought they were safe enough, what with the storm howling out there in full swing. He would simply have to play this by ear.
"Is that chicken I smell?"
"Jesus, you must be starved," Talbot said, welcoming the excuse to do something. "We've raided the provisions and already begun supper. I'm sure there's plenty for three."
"Goddamn, but that does smell good. I was wondering why I was suddenly beginning to salivate like a mad dog."
Eddie must have recognized the smearing of cum on the sleeping bag, because he scooped up the bag as inconspicuously as possible and hung it, cum stain down, over the back of a chair.
"There should be plenty of food here to last the three of us until the end of all this," Talbot assured, busy taking tin plates and cups out of the cupboard and setting them up on the log, table. "I'm afraid there's not much by way of good wines. But we've melted snow and there's a canister of lemonade granules."
"If that chicken is hot, let me at it!" Mack said, mumbling apologies when he began eating before Eddie and Talbot could join him.
Conversation over dinner was kept to a bare minimum, since it was obvious Mack was -- for the moment -- more interested in warming his guts than in making any attempts at small talk.
A point was reached, however, wherein even Mack warmed up, realizing he wasn't going to freeze to death after all. At that point, overly full, he pushed back his empty plate, removed his parka, and eyed his companions thoroughly for perhaps the first time. He liked what he saw.
"I feel as if I have just returned from the dead," he said. "I must, therefore, thank you two for my salvation. It is doubtful, you know, I would have had the strength to build a fire or open a can after I got here." Eddie somehow doubted the validity of that statement. The guy certainly hadn't been at his best when he had come stumbling in, but his quick recovery seemed to point toward his being in damned good physical condition despite it all.
Mack, meanwhile, was trying to decide, once again, whether these two guys were gays, or if they had been doing what a lot of straight men did on the sly.
Neither looked like the stereotype gay. But then, very few gays did these days. Actually, you had to look far and wide anymore to find a limp wrist or a lilty voice or a swishy walk. Then, when you did find it, the chances were more than good that you'd found a husband with ten kids who had never fucked another man in his whole life.
"My name is Mack, by the way," he said, extending his hand first to Eddie, then to Talbot.
The handshakes told him nothing except his companions could have been lumberjacks. Although, neither had delivered greetings that were bone crushing.
Talbot introduced himself and then Eddie. He then asked if Mack would be interested in the last piece of chicken. Mack declined the offer in favor a spot over by the fireplace.
"Eddie and I have it figured that this storm can't holdout much longer," Talbot said. He and Eddie had decided to join Mack by the fire. Having stacked the dishes, they figured one or another of the three would get to them later. "In all the times we be been up here, we've never seen anything like this blow through at this time of year."
"You two get up here often, then?" Mack asked, obviously curious.
"Usually two or three times a year," Eddie said. "You?"
"We must have just missed each other," Mack said. "I used to come up here all of the time with my lov..." He purposely caught himself, thinking that, if these two were savvy, they would have had no trouble catching the gist of what he had about said. "Another guy."
Eddie and Talbot exchanged glances. Which had Mack pretty much convinced these studs were putting two and two together far more quickly than any straights would have done.
"This other guy and I used to do things up here on occasion, too," Mack said, deciding to commit himself even further. Hell, they certainly couldn't be hypocritical enough to get indignant over what he and another guy had done, considering how he had found them upon his arrival. "Usually not here at the cabin, though. You can't really be sure who might come dropping in -- if you know what I mean."
"You can say that again," Talbot said and smiled.
"Yeah, you can't even be sure who will drop in during a blizzard," Eddie added.
They all laughed.
From that point, it didn't take too long for Mack to find out Eddie and Talbot weren't lovers -- certainly not lovers who were out to monopolize each other. Which meant, the doors had suddenly been thrown open to all sorts of possibilities. Possibilities which showed all indications of being fully explored once Mack suggested they zip all three sleeping bags together.
"We can share body heat, in case the fire goes out in the middle of the night," he said with a little hint of innocence.
"We certainly wouldn't want to risk you freezing to death after our having saved you once, now would we?" Talbot added with an accompanying grin.
So, they zipped the bags together and spread the result out on the floor, it being too big for any of the bunks. They began to undress.
Eddie and Talbot were suddenly focusing most of their attention on Mack's emerging flesh. They, after all, had seen each other naked plenty of times. Seeing Mack naked, however, was a treat they were both looking forward to.
It turned out to be well worth waiting for, too. Mack had nothing to be ashamed of under his clothes. Actually, he had a hell of a lot to flaunt... if he'd been the kind of guy to flaunt it.
He had square pectorals, each holding a brown nipple along its lower fold. The cleavage between the pectorals was a deep one, opening on an abdominal plane that was absent of fat mid hard with muscle. His navel, sitting amid the scalloped design, was a perfect swirl that was slightly elevated and was surrounded by a halo of brown hair that trailed downward toward that thicker mass of pubic hair still hidden beneath his pants.
Eddie's initial suspicions had been correct. Here, indeed, they had lucked onto one hell of a handsome and hunky number. Christ, what a loss it would have been had Mack frozen to death out there, somewhere between the cave and the cabin.
Mack undid his belt buckle. He unsnapped the button that held together the waistband of his trousers. The undone snap revealed more brown hair.
He hooked his thumb and index finger to his zipper and pulled down. He dropped his pants, revealing a crotch and ass covered by a pair of tight jockey shorts made out of black cotton material. His cock, obviously hard, formed a bulged ridge in the cloth, shooting up from his muscled legs toward his left hip bone. If the cock had been positioned a little more to center, there was little doubt but that its pulpy head would have found itself pushed up beyond the waistband as far as Mack's navel.
Once again, Eddie and Talbot (both of whom had arrived at basically the same condition of undress as Mack) exchanged glances. They were obviously wondering if what they were seeing could be evidence of the real thing. It seemed against all odds that Eddie, with a ten-inch cock, and Talbot, with one measuring in at eleven inches, could have suddenly found themselves snowed in with a stud who came equipped with meat that equalled, if not surpassed, their own.
Mack hooked his thumbs to the top of his undershorts, as if he were quite prepared to let Eddie and Talbot see if what they hoped was there was actually there. However, at just the last minute, he stopped. He flashed a wide smile that revealed his white teeth.
"Not that I'm expecting anyone else. But maybe I should stick a chair in front of the door. Just in case. The next guy through might not be as anxious to convert this natural threesome into an orgy of four."
"I would say you have just made a very sound suggestion," Talbot agreed. Not only was his excitement increased by being denied sight of Mack's prick for a few seconds more, but Mack's point had been well taken. It had only been luck that Mack had been so accustomed to the sight of two men fucking that he hadn't been shocked by what he had seen. The chance of the next person through the door being just as liberal seemed hardly likely. "I think we'll be able to hear anyone who knocks -- storm or no storm."
Mack proceeded to put the chair into place. While Eddie and Talbot, who really had no excuse for putting off the dropping of their drawers, pulled down their shorts and bared their all.
Mack, naturally, made it a point to finish with his chore before either of his companions could crawl into the sleeping bag without his checking them out.
"Nice," he said, eyeing both of them. They had actually stopped, standing still for his scrutiny, although both seemed a little embarrassed. "Real nice. But, I guess I'm not the first guy who ever told the two of you that, am I?"
"You're certainly one of the most studly," Eddie said.
"Jesus, but I would have felt as insecure as all hell, bringing a four-inch cock into this little grouping," Mack said, his thumbs back in the waistband of his shorts, as if preparing -- once again -- to drop them.
"We're neither one of us size queens," Eddie assured. "So, if that is nothing but a dildo you have stuffed in those shorts of yours, we're not about to throw you back out into the cold."
Mack laughed, genuinely amused.
Eddie's and Talbot's initial embarrassment beneath Mack's scrutiny had quickly passed. Mack had been right, after all, in having assumed he hadn't been the first man to compliment these two. That they could have still managed the embarrassment, anyway, was only an indication of how neither had ever become so stuck on himself as to get over the guilt of having been given so much while so many had been given so little.
However, in a whole world of have-nots, Eddie and Talbot had certainly struck paydirt this time around. Mack Martin not only had one hell of a handsome face (brown eyes, dimpled left cheek, square jawline, cleft chin), one hell of a hunky body (delineated muscles displayed on a thoroughly athletic physique), but he came with one hell of a big cock (definitely not a four-inch prick attached to a seven-inch piece of rubber).
"We had better all take advantage of our time here," Talbot said, licking his lips as his eyes feasted on the swollen mass of cock which was so hard he couldn't have guessed Mack had sucked it off just a few hours before. "Because, getting three like us together, throwing all modesty aside, isn't likely to happen again in a very long time. Unless, of course, we make arrangements to be sure it doesn't all end here."
"For all we know, Mack is liable to leave, here thinking he is well rid of us," Eddie said. Although he didn't believe that for a moment. When he and Talbot got through with, Mack, the stud was going to know he had been worked over by pros. "Maybe we had better let him see if what we've got here is for more than show before we start exchanging addresses."
"Is it to bed, then?" Talbot asked, nodding toward the linked sleeping bags.
So, they went to the bags, lying down on top of them, rather than inside of them. Mainly because they were all voyeuristic enough to want to see what was going on. After all, the presence of so much masculine good-looks and muscle in one place was something to be seen. Definitely not something to be concealed beneath cover.
To assure they wouldn't get cold, Talbot added more wood to the fire before returning to that matter which had his cock so stiffly erect in front of his belly it seemed threatening to break off as a result of its own tremendous weight.
It was only natural that Mack should become the focus of what followed. Eddie and Talbot, after all, had had each other before. While they continued to enjoy each other, and would undoubtedly continue to do so for a good many more years to follow, they realized what they had here was possibly a once in a lifetime occurrence. If they were able to get together with Mack again -- well, that would be a bonus. However, one couldn't bank on bonuses. It was best to live for the moment. Eddie and Talbot were prepared to take full advantage of the unexplored studly body available to them.
Mack, therefore, became the center of the sandwich: Eddie to the rear, Talbot to the front.
Mack had no objections to how things were progressing. He could think of no greater turn-on at the moment than being the object of whatever attentions these two studs were out to heap on him. His mind flashed with the picture he had been confronted with upon first entering the cabin: naked bodies, one fucking the other; hot cum squirted to a wet puddle on a sleeping bag; more cum squirted to make opaque roadways along the cheeks of an erotically muscled ass.
They began simply enough. They were, after all, in no big hurry. They had all night. Possibly all the next day. Maybe even all week. God only knew when the blizzard in progress was going to stop, especially since it had no real business being there to begin with.
Besides, it took time to literally feel out a new body, discover its likes and dislikes, discover if its owner had any hang-ups. Of course, one could have merely made up a list of questions and then delivered them: Do you suck? Do you fuck? Do you eat ass? Do you like, to get fist-fucked? However, asking was always somehow less conducive to pleasure than finding out in other, more subtle ways.
It was Talbot who discovered Mack was not adverse to kissing. It was surprising how many men were. As if there was something about mating lips with another man that was more emasculating than the mating of mouth to cock, or of mating cock to an asshole.
Mack, though, kissed. And he thoroughly enjoyed doing so. He wasn't a novice at it, either. Talbot was quick enough to discover that fact as his tongue battled with Mack's tongue, as the two eagerly exchanged the warmth of their spit.
Eddie, meanwhile, was prepared to make best use of what he had available to him. Actually, in the long run, he figured he had more than enough to satisfy him. If he had surrendered Mack's mouth and cock to Talbot's expertise, he had kept Mack's asshole for himself.
Eddie had no doubt that there was much pleasure to be had from the hole nestled securely between Mack's two muscled buns. That is, if Mack wasn't one of those studs who believed in fucking only as long as he was on the delivering end of the stick.
Eddie, though, knew he could count on Talbot to help improvise if Mack rebelled when Eddie's cock got too close to the handsome stud's tight asshole.
He began at Mack's neck, licking and kissing ears and earlobes while Talbot's tongue battled sensuously with the tongue in Mack's eager mouth.
He licked down Mack's back, his tongue washing away sweat and tastes which had been gathered to the skin over the past few days Mack had been camping out.
The taste were delicious. The smells were exciting. All were aphrodisiacs that made Eddie more anxious to claim those heavier tastes and smells existing within the sweaty crease of Mack's ass.
Eddie began playing with Mack's pucker with a finger before his wet tongue had ever reached it. Some men allowed a finger but not a tongue. Some had allowed tongue but not cock. There were all sorts of variations, all somehow based on a man's definition of manhood and how he saw that definition applying to him.
Mack didn't seem at all concerned that Eddie's fingertip was on his pucker. In fact, if Eddie wasn't mistaken, Mack actually obliged by wiggling his asshole as if to hurry the penetration of his bowels. Which was certainty encouraging.
What was even more encouraging was that Mack actually groaned his pleasure into Talbot's month when Eddie's finger dove to such a depth that it touched the prostate up Mack's asshole. Nor did Mack put much protest as Eddie's tongue licked closer and closer, finally arriving at the small of his back -- within easy attacking distance of the asshole now plugged with finger.
Talbot albeit reluctantly, surrendered Mack's mouth for a little licking of his own... down the chest to first one nipple and then the other. His teeth worked as well, nibbling the taut centers of the nipples, tugging at them playfully.
"I wouldn't have missed this blizzard for the world," Mack said, his voice low and throaty. His hands had gone to Talbot's head, coiling through silky strands of black hair.
He lifted his right leg, hooking it over Talbot's left hip. He did it so the crack of his ass would spread to give Eddie's tongue easier access.
Oh, yes, he knew where that tongue was headed. He wanted it there, too, jabbed up his asshole, filling him with enough spit so Eddie's cock would find a slick passageway on which to travel. Because, what Mack was really waiting for was Eddie's cock. Jesus, how he did want the feel of that huge, circumcised cock jabbed to the boy's hairy balls up his asshole.
"Delicious... delicious," Talbot said, moving down from Mack's nipples to the runway of muscle that ridged the young man's abdominals. "You taste like a man, you stud. You feel like a man. You've got a cock like a man. Do you fuck like a man, too?"
"Want to try my cock on for size?" Mack asked, his hands still combing through Talbot's hair.
"We'll see," Talbot said. "First, we'll see if that cock of yours fits up my mouth. Then, we'll move on from there."
"Your asshole took Eddie's cock, didn't it?" Mack said with a deep grunt as Eddie's finger pulled completely free of his rectum. "Surely my cock isn't so much bigger that you would have anymore of a problem with it than you had with Eddie's monster."
"This cock of yours just might be the straw to break this poor camel's back," Talbot said, fisting Mack's hard cock. "There are times, you know, when I think Eddie's cock is going to the one which ends up splitting me in two. So, although your cock way be only a bit bigger than Eddie's monster prick who's to say that little extra bulk isn't going to be all that will be needed to fissure my asshole from the small of my back to the base of my balls?"
"And, maybe it'll crack your mouth from ear to ear?" Mack ventured with obvious amusement.
"We'll see," Talbot assured. Actually, he had already decided he would let his asshole try on this cock for size... after he had first drenched down the monster with a good gallon of slippery lubricating saliva.
Talbot had scooted down farther so that his face was right next to Mack's pulpy cock-head. He had no sooner finished speaking than be was putting his pursed lips to cock. With a hearty sucking, his lips dropped immediately down to the point were Mack's thick foreskin had been peeled back to form a turtlenecking.
"Oh... fuuuuucking... Christ!" Mack groaned. Not only because Talbot had sucked up the tip of his cock, but because Eddie had chosen that precise moment to affix his mouth over Mack's pucker and push his tongue through the sphincter ring.
Knowing he was pleasing, Eddie was only stirred on to greater efforts. His hands pushed asscheeks farther apart. He twisted his face so that he could see between Mack's open legs to where Mack's balls bulged. At that position, he could also see Talbot's lips ovaled about the head of Mack's cock. As he watched, Talbot's mouth dropped farther... farther...
Talbot's lips gummed the base of Mack's cock. Eddie's mouth was leeched to Mack's flavorful asshole, his tongue probing for the tastes behind the winked pucker.
With one tongue wrapping his cock, and one tongue fucking his asshole, Mack was beset by wave after wave of unbelievable pleasure.
He tried to remember when the last time had been when he had found himself subjected to such a pleasurable situation. The answer, of course, was never. Oh, he had been involved in his share of enjoyable threeways. There had been a time there, after Jim and before Bob, when he added himself every week to the orgies at the baths. However, he had never lucked out with two studs of this calibre. He had never been so willing to completely surrender his body, either.
To think he had gone from the hell of a blizzard to the fiery paradise of a tongue up his asshole and a mouth around his cock -- incredible.
Jesus, he was already climbing the walls, while knowing it would likely only get better... and better... and better.
After his finger had fucked Mack's asshole, and after his mouth and tongue had serviced that same hole, Eddie knew he and Talbot had run onto one very special guy in the form of Mack Martin. Eddie had no more questions as to whether or not Mack would take cock up his ass. Eddie knew that Mack would. Mack, like Eddie and Talbot, was confident enough of his own masculinity so that he didn't feel threatened by the presence of another man's hard cock fucking up his asshole.
Eddie dropped his hand to fist his own stiff cock, guiding its rubbery cock-head into the crease of Mack's butt.
Mack turned his head over his right shoulder to see Eddie looking at him. Eddie's blue-green eyes were dilated.
"Fuck me," Mack whispered. "You know I want you to fuck me, too, don't you? Ever sine I saw your fat cock pulling from Talbot's asshole and spewing your seed over his asscheeks. I've wanted that prick shoved to your blond balls up my butt."
So, as it turned out, Mack would not only take cock up his ass, but he would even go as far as to beg for it.
"I want to feel it speeding into my belly, pushing my guts to one side, jabbing its fat head into the base of my throat," he said, feeling the pleasurable ecstasy derived from the mere gentle rubbing of Eddie's pulpy cock-head against wrinkled pucker. "You will do that for me, won't you, Eddie? You will do... aaaaagghhhhh!"
Yes, Eddie did it for him all right. He fed Mack's asshole ten inches of hard cock in one quick thrust that brought the blond's hard belly loudly slapping into Mack's ass. If, in reality, it didn't manage to penetrate through Mack's stomach, pushing guts to one side to lodge within the base of Mack's throat, it certainly seemed as if it had done just that.
"Ohhhhhhh... sweet... Jesus... God!" Mack grunted. He was so consumed by the sensations spiraling through him as a result of the cock jabbed up his asshole, he hardly knew his cock had been freed by Talbot's hot, mouth.
Talbot had known the minute Eddie's cock had stuck Mack's asshole, because the moment it happened, Mack's cock had gone as stiff as a poker in his face. It had trembled. It had leaked a massive string of preseminal juice to coat Talbot's tongue. Talbot hadn't swallowed the lubricant. He had merely added it to the spit with which he was then sucking up Mack's prick.
Finding Mack's cock as soaked as it could possibly get, Talbot had chosen that moment to surrender it. Because, if Eddie's cock was discovering the joys of Mack's asshole, Talbot had an asshole to show Mack's cock what fucking was all about.
Talbot turned his back toward Mack. He reached behind his ass and found Mack's cock waiting. He had obviously done a good job in slicking Mack's prick with spit. The cock was so slippery, he had trouble keeping it contained within his fingers.
He maneuvered to push the rubbery crown of Mack's cock into the crease of his ass. He shifted his ass and hand until he felt what he wanted to feel: cock-head against his pucker. He bucked his ass back, grunted loudly as the immense knob and fat neck of Mack's cock penetrated with a combination of pleasure and pain.
"Grrruunnngghgh!" Mack groaned, his sounds intermingling with those Talbot was making as the cock sunk deeper... and deeper... and deeper up Talbot's asshole.
Mack was suddenly disoriented. Attacked from both ends, he found the pleasure had caused fireworks to go off inside his brain. The sensations were almost orgasmic, except there was no expulsion of cum.
He found himself wondering who he was, where he was, who or what it was which was raising so much havoc with his guts.
"I'm splitting!" Talbot squealed. Yet, even as it was feeling as if that very thing was happening, he was compelled by inner needs to buck his ass back into Mack's crotch in order to sink the very last of the stiff inches up his asshole.
His butt socked Mack's belly, having swallowed all there was of the cock whose base was so firmly rooted in his asshole.
His mouth opened, shut, opened again. He was trying to groan, but he had momentarily lost his voice. He looked very much like a fish out of water... a fish with a thin trail of drool emerging slowly from the left corner of his opening and closing mouth.
The slamming of Talbot's ass into Mack's crotch had shoved Mack's ass back even more tightly against Eddie's cupping pelvis. At the exact moment Mack's cock was the most securely anchored up asshole as it was going to get, Eddie's erection was equally lost up a funky, gripping anal pit.
Mack, stuck and being stuck, could do little more than groan wildly.
Eddie wasn't much better off. Not that any, of them was really in bad shape: bad denoting the absence of pleasure. Because, if there was one thing they were all feeling at that moment, it was certainly pleasure. Not pain. Hell, no! Whatever pain had accompanied the drive of Mack's cock up Talbot's asshole was completely lost amid the pleasure... and had been lost there from the very beginning.
"Fuck... fuck... fuck my ass!" Talbot screamed, having finally found his voice.
Mack, sandwiched as he was between the two studly bodies, was hardly in a position that allowed him much freedom of movement. So Talbot did what was necessary. He swung his hips slowly forward, allowing the cock to come free as far as its head. He then quickly replaced his butt right back over the cock, his asshole swallowing it all up again.
It was a good indication of their expertise that none of them had prematurely ejaculated, despite the raging pleasure. It was further evidence in that they managed -- despite skyrocketing ecstasy -- to somehow find a working rhythm that could simultaneously fuck two cocks up two tightly clutching assholes.
Mack's body stayed comparatively static, moving only when automatic reflexes were triggered that caused his lower body to go through fucking motions. Mainly, though, it was Eddie who pumped his cock up Mack's ass, while Talbot's butt bounced back and forth to accept and release Mack's swollen cock.
Eddie's hand could reach as far as Talbot's chest, could find a hard nipple there, could squeeze it. When he was finished there, he could find both of Mack's nipples and squeeze them, too. Finally, he could drop his hand down between Mack's belly and Talbot's back, could find Mack's scrotum, could squeeze it.
"Oh, fuck me... fuck meeeeeee!" Mack grunted. "Fuck me... fuck me while... my big, big... cock fucks... tight, tight... asshole."
"Yes," Eddie promised, wondering if that was, really his voice. How breathless it sounded. "I'll fuck you... fuck you... Jesus, fuck you!"
Sounds: moans, groans, sighs, guttural grunts, juices sloshing as they were stirred by fucking cocks.
Smells: sweaty, musky, sexual.
Outside, the wind blew, the snow fell. It was cold and getting colder.
Inside, the heat was on the increase. Not from the wood fire. That heat was fairly constant. Rather, the heat was rising steadily inside the studly male bodies presently in rut. Sweat was beginning to stream down their ecstatic faces.
"Jesus, I'm going to come!" Mack proclaimed suddenly as if that thought surprised him. Although, why it did surprise him was surprising in itself. He was, after all, fucked and being fucked. His body was hot with pleasure.
It couldn't last. There was simply no way on God's earth it could have gone on... for one moment... longer.
"Aaannghh!" Mack bellowed, his eyes going wide.
"Come, stud!" Eddie commanded, smacking his belly hard against Mack's sweaty ass, squeezing his fingers about Mack's suddenly erupting nuts.
"Aaaaagh... aagghhh... aggghhh!" Mack yelled, his sperm emptying up Talbot's asshole just as the flooding began from Eddie's swollen erection.
"Take it... take it... Jesus, take it!" Eddie commanded, feeling himself drowning in the wave upon wave of ecstasy which flooded through him.
Talbot sat completely over Mack's exploding cock. He dropped his right hand to his own cock, took hold and began beating.
It didn't take long. Just... a... few... up and down... pumps.
So, although Eddie and Mack were pretty well through climaxing by the time Talbot finally got around to getting his nuts off, no one seemed to notice the delay, least of all Talbot.
"I'm commming!" he bellowed, his spurting wads of sperm shooting with such force he missed catching the first of them on his whipping fingers. "Oh... my... Christ... my, Jesus Christ... I'm comming... commmmmming!"
His asshole tightened, squeezing stale sperm from Mack's cock.
Mack's asshole tightened, squeezing stale sperm from Eddie's cock.
"My God, I feel as if I've been run through a wringer," Eddie moaned, having barely come to his senses.
"Amen," Mack mumbled in response. Talbot only groaned something undecipherable to everyone -- including himself.