The Hardest Thing

Hank’s pants, and he wasn’t going to let that get away. He put one foot up on the basin, pulled his asscheeks apart and ran a finger around his hole.

    Hank got the message loud and clear. He unzipped his pants and pushed them down to his knees. His white cotton shorts were stretched to their breaking point.
    “Come on, man,” said Jody, “fuck me.”
    Hank stood up—he was at least six foot four—and pulled the white cotton aside. Out sprang the biggest dick I’ve seen outside a farm. Jody was not deterred. He picked a condom out of his Dopp kit and handed it to Hank.
    “You know what to do with that, right?”
    “Oh, sure,” said Hank, tearing the packet open with his teeth. “I use ’em with my wife.”
    I caught Jody’s eye, and I guess he wanted to laugh as much as I did. Hank rolled the rubber over his cock and spat into his hand. Jody pushed his ass out and braced himself against the mirror.
    Bill, trying to keep an eye on the action while sucking, brushed me with his teeth.
    “Hey! Watch it!”
    He looked up and mumbled something which might have been “Sorry.” I pulled him in and fucked his throat. He didn’t gag.
    Watching Hank line himself up at Jody’s backdoor made me even harder in Bill’s mouth. He sensed it and ran his tongue up and down my shaft. “You want it too, man?” He said nothing but just kept sucking, which was a pretty articulate reply. “Okay.” I pulled out of his mouth just as Hank pushed into Jody’s ass. Jody groaned and tugged on his cock as Hank’s big hands ran over his smooth broad back.
    “Oh, man,” said Hank, sounding surprised. “That is a nice ass.”

    I pulled Bill to his feet; he was still in pain, but he wasn’t complaining anymore. One taste of cock had put him in a much better mood. I turned him around and bent him over the sink.
    “Drop your pants.”
    He did as he was told, presenting a hairy, thickset ass to my view.
    “Not bad,” I said. “You could stand to lose a few pounds, build up a bit of muscle…” I slapped him, hard, but he didn’t complain. “But not bad at all.”
    I rolled one of my ever-present condoms over my cock and slicked it up with soap from the dispenser. It would sting him, but did I care? To my left, Jody was getting deep into his fuck; his eyes were half-closed, his face and neck flushed. Apart from his trainers and socks he was completely naked. Hank drove that thick tool deep into him with a look of bewildered delight on his face. Perhaps he’d never found an ass that could take him before.
    Bill, meanwhile, was as easy to break into as Fort Knox. I pressed my head against the hole—nothing doing. I pressed harder, and it was like trying to fuck a tennis ball. Perhaps he’d had second thoughts. I reached around and felt his dick—it was hard. I took that as permission to continue—not that I needed it.
    “Take a deep breath,” I said, “and relax. And now”—I felt him yield—“breathe out.”
    On the out breath his ass suddenly opened, and I glided in. Not all the way—I was feeling charitable—but far enough to make him groan with pain. He bit into his forearm. I stopped for a while, waited for him to get used to it and then, when a little wiggle in his rear
gave me the green light, I fed him the second half.
    “All right!” said Hank, who was pumping in and out of Jody like a machine. “My buddy Bill’s getting a dick up his ass!”
    I guess it needed to be said. Bill grunted, “Yeah,” and opened further. I started fucking him properly, taking my tempo from Hank. Soon we were in sync. I had no doubt about whose dick was getting the better treatment, but there was something about putting this bully in his place that was working on me like Viagra. Okay—not a nice thing to feel, but I’m not a nice person. I like power. It turns me on. Blame the USMC.
    “I wanna turn over,” said Jody. “I wanna see you.”
    Hank pulled out, and Jody lifted himself up on to the sink surround. He raised his legs, scooted forward and presented his hole at dick level. Hank took advantage of the break to remove his jacket and shirt. His torso was huge, solid and covered in blond fur.
    “How ’bout you, Billy Boy? Want to look me in the eye while I fuck you?”
    I didn’t need to suggest it twice. Within moments, my only concern was whether the chipboard sink unit could sustain the weight of two men getting fucked. I positioned the head of my cock at Bill’s ass, and his hand guided it in.
    We