See the beginning of part one for the history of this story. Comments welcome to Cgard43@hotmail.com
As Todd and Jim rejoined the others, Coach was still sucking Frank's cock and Tony was still trying his hardest to get Coach's cock off again.
"He's got his work cut out for him," Jim said knowingly as he nodded at Tony. Tony looked up and winked at them, then went back to work.
His efforts were paying off, though, as he felt Coach start to squirm against the couch, and Jim and Todd dropped down in chairs to watch.
"Hmmmm," is the best way to describe the noise Coach was making, but from Frank's thrusting hips, it was pretty clear that he was, or was about to be, feeding Coach some hot stuff. Coach grabbed Frank's ass and held his mouth steady as Frank fucked his mouth.
"Oh yeah, man, take it," Frank cried, holding Coach's head as he fucked his mouth. Suddenly he pushed forward and stopped, and the guys could see Coach start to swallow. At almost the same time, he began thrusting his hips upward into Tony's hot mouth.
"Hmmm," Coach moaned again, his mouth full of cock and cum, as he started shooting off into Tony who now held just the big head of Coach's cock in his mouth as he siphoned the Coach's hot load into his mouth.
"Man, that was good...both of you," Coach said, once Frank had pulled his now softening cock from Coach's mouth. "That was really good." He dropped his hand to rest on Tony's shoulder. He had now moved his mouth off the Coach's immense rod. It softened in his hand as Tony continued to hold it though it's size was still impressive.
As he stroked Coach's cock to nurse out the final drops, Tony had that thought again. This time he thought about it longer.
Just then Joey and Mickey rejoined them, all freshly showered and wearing shorts again. No one asked and no one offered to tell what had been done.
"Where are Mitch and Al?" Joey asked. "They were still fucking here when we left."
"Don't know," Tony said, "They finished and got up and left, but I don't know where they went.
Mickey walked out to the kitchen. "Nope, not here," he called back, helping himself to a beer.
"Hope Al didn't kill him," Frank said jokingly.
"Oh, Mitch is okay...he's just a pain in the ass sometimes," Mickey answered. "Actually when he fucks, he can be a really nice pain in the ass." Everyone laughed.
That's exactly what Al was finding out. They'd gone to the kitchen together after Al finished fucking his ass, and talked for a few minutes.
"Hope you didn't mind that, buddy, but you were annoying everyone," Al said.
"No, man, I liked it a lot," Mitch answered, "Mickey's turning into such a bottom lately, he's not keeping up with his topping job!" That made Al laugh.
Finally, Mitch had started to relax and enjoy himself. That led to more fun and soon the two of them were heading down the hall to Al's bedroom. One thing led to another and soon they were 69-ing. Al fed his revitalized 8-1/2 inch cock into Mitch's mouth this time and made Mitch's 7-1/2 inch cock feel at home in his. They sucked each other until Mitch slipped a couple of fingers into Al's butt hole.
"About time, man," Al commented, letting Mitch's dick slip from his mouth. With Al's cock still in his mouth, Mitch looked at the other man questioningly.
"That's the first positive thing you've done today. Ever since you've been here today, you've either been grousing or sucking cock when someone told you to suck or taking my dick when I forced you to do it. What gives, man? Don't you like playing any more?"
Mitch stopped sucking and pulled himself up on his elbows.
"I don't know what the matter is really. It's like I'm feeling maybe no one wants me very much."
"You mean Mickey?"
"No, no, not Mickey. He's the best thing in my life and always has been since we met. No, I know he loves me and wants me, but I'm feeling like I'm getting older and maybe not so attractive."
"That's bull shit," Al said. "If I didn't want you, instead of fucking your ass, I could have tossed you out of my house. Of course we want you, but we want you to act like you want to be one of us too.
"Just now, when you started fingering my ass was the first time you've acted like you actively want sex."
"No way, man," Mitch answered and then stopped. "Oh fuck, maybe I'm just in a funk. Of course I want you. I wanted your dick in my ass. I want your dick in my mouth. I want my dick in your mouth. And, hopefully, you'll want me to fuck your sexy butt."
Al sat up and kissed Mitch intensely and Mitch reciprocated. After a few minutes, Mitch pulled away. Al spoke up.
"Now, let's get this dick of yours hard and up my ass. What do you say?"
In a flash the whole situation changed. They sucked each other, Mitch started fingering Al's ass again and as soon as the time was right, Al was on his belly waiting to feel that thick rod of Mitch's riding into him. Instead, Mitch moved into position, grabbed hold of Al's balls and pulled his ass up to meet his tongue.
"Oh yeah," Al moaned, "Tongue me, man. That feels great." For a full five minutes, Al squirmed his ass back against Mitch's invading tongue. Then Mitch renewed his attack with his lubed fingers.
"Oh God," Al moaned, "Give me your dick in there, Mitch. Do me!" Mitch moved back and soon Al didn't have long to wait.
"Oh, yeah," Al said. "It's been quite a while, but that feels good." Mitch inched his cock into Al's ass and Al took it like a man. Whatever pain he felt he hid, and instead kept encouraging Mitch to fill his hole.
"Fuck me good, Mitch. I know you know how...you've plugged my butt before." Al said.
Mitch started a well-paced assault on Al's ass and within minutes, all pain was gone and both men were enjoying themselves.
"God that dick feels good up that ass," Al murmured.
"Great ass," Mitch replied. He started fucking in earnest, plugging Al's hole hotly and well. Mitch knew how to fuck and he knew how to find the places deep inside that would pleasure Al. In other words, it was a first class fuck for both of them.
When Mitch felt himself starting to get close, he whispered to Al.
"You want it the other way, man? You wanna turn over?"
"Yeah," Al answered. They changed positions and Mitch quickly slid his cock back into Al's ass. There was no pain this time.
"Oh yeah," Al murmured, "That's perfect."
The eyes met and Al winked at Mitch. Mitch chuckled, then turned his attention to fucking as deeply as he could, knowing he was nipping Al's prostate on each stroke. He could see in Al's eyes how excited he was getting and Mitch also knew he was getting very close himself.
"Take it," he said, "Take it all the way up there, man."
"Fuck me, Mitch, fuck me all the way," Al answered. Mitch stroked Al's cock until Al took it away and started stroking it hard and fast himself.
They reached climax within seconds of each other. Al shot first, the initial volley hitting his lower chest, just as he felt Mitch's cock swell and start to blast his hot load into Al's ass.
"Oh yeah, oh yeah," Mitch cried as he unloaded up Al's ass. It had been days since he'd come and even longer since he'd come so powerfully. It felt wonderful.
When Al and Mitch rejoined the group in the main room, Al apologized for his lack of hospitality.
"I really should have gotten out some stuff for you guys to eat."
"Oh, don't worry, we've been eating stuff," Jim said with a laugh. "Well, some of us have been eating stuff anyway." Now everyone laughed.
"Dinner's coming up. A manly meal...steak, potatoes and corn!" Now, how about some drinks. The bar set-up is over there...help yourselves while I get busy in the kitchen.
Mitch sat down next to Joey but addressed them all.
"Hey, guys," he said, "Sorry I've been such a pain today. Just having a bad day, that's all." They all shrugged and everyone knew the evening was going to be just fine.
After drinks, they all got their steaks and potatoes and corn...all done on the grill and settled at tables outside on a deck. Tony happened to sit down next to Todd.
"You doing okay, man?" Tony asked. "I haven't seen you since your big moment this afternoon." Todd looked at him quizzically.
"Did I do something wrong?" Todd asked.
"No, you did something spectacular. I'm very glad I brought you here. Are you having a good time?"
"Yes, I am. They all seem like nice guys."
Dinner was very pleasant and convivial. The food was good and the drinks were good. The conversation was very diverse and eventually talk got around to jobs. No one was shy or embarrassed talking about what they did.
Coach was obviously a coach...he worked for a small, local college not too far away, which even Todd knew had a great, winning reputation.
Tony was a State Trooper, as was Mickey, although from a different part of the state. Mitch worked for the local government in Columbus as well. He and Mickey lived together.
Jim was a very successful salesman from the local town, and therefore a neighbor of Al's.
Frank and Joey both worked in offices in a larger city across the state, not far from where Mickey and Mitch lived. They too lived together.
When Todd announced that he was a carpet installer, Tony called him on it.
"He says that's what he does," Tony joked, "But he's really just found a way to meet guys in their own houses." Todd blushed, realizing that this was very true in his case, but he let the joke go without comment.
The biggest surprise was Al who owned his own very successful business, a company in the state well known to all of them.
Todd asked the group in general how they had met. Everyone started talking at once, so Al held up his hand and the group quieted down.
"Come on, guys," he said. "There are some good stories here so let's each tell ours." Everyone agreed.
"You start, Todd," Al said, "Tell us how you met Tony."
Todd explained that he'd actually been installing carpet in the apartment across the hall from Tony and that Tony had mistaken him for someone else. Tony got his turn to be slightly embarrassed, but it was all in good fun.
"Well, what would you do if you found this stud puppy outside your apartment door?" Tony asked. There was a general consensus from the group.
"I met Al in his own yard," Jim said. "He was working out there one day when I drove past and I just instinctively knew he was a hot guy. So, I went home and took my dog for a walk and made sure we walked by Al's house."
"That's right," Al went on, "And he was wearing a pair of those running shorts -- that kind that make your dick flop around when you walk or run. I noticed his nice basket even before I saw his sexy face."
"So," Jim went on, "One thing let to another and we ended up in bed together. And we had fun. Well, maybe the dog didn't." He added that with a laugh.
"I met Frank...my God, I can't believe it, but it was almost ten years ago," Joey offered. "Of course I was just a kid then."
"Yeah, right," Frank pitched in. "You were in trainers. We met at the gym and hit it off right from the start."
"And then," Joey added with a laugh, "We got stopped by Trooper Mickey for speeding."
"That was such a funny scene," Frank said, "I was driving so I'm the one who got the ticket, but Joey kept cruising Mickey so hard that eventually he ended up tearing up the ticket and made a date to come over to the house instead. That was our first-ever three-way."
"And a lot of fun," Mickey joined in. "That was a several years before I met Mitch in the county Sheriff's offices. He was working there and I had to pick up the paperwork for a prisoner we were moving to State. I was turned on right away, but we didn't click just then. After a few more visits to the office, I finally talked him into going out with me."
"I was terrified," Mitch said, his humor now in good shape. "I'd never made it with a cop or a trooper before and I was sure he was leading me on. It didn't take me long to figure out that I was wrong about him. He rolled over the very first time we were in bed." Mickey didn't blush at all.
"Damn right I did," he said, "I saw that big sausage and knew just where I wanted it."
"Then later Mickey introduced me to Frank and Joey," Mitch went on.
"I met Mickey at a trooper meeting," Tony offered. "We were out drinking and both of us had just enough to drink to 'drop a hairpin' if you know what I mean. We ended up in bed, having a jolly time."
"And I met Coach, believe it or not, at a Chamber of Commerce meeting," Al said. "He was the guest speaker and, not surprisingly, trying to raise money for his teams at school."
"That's right," Coach said, "And after Al gave me a very generous contribution to our uniform fund, he invited me out for a drink. Remember that night, Al?"
"I sure do," Al said. "We got to talking about things...like both of us being more than 30 and not married, and something just kind of clicked. It was as if at one moment we both knew the other was gay. It took a couple of months before we finally came out to each other, and yes, we ended up in bed."
"Yep," Coach said, "Right in this very house."
"But," Al said, "It wasn't the scene like we saw today, trust me on that." Everyone kind of looked at Todd who blushed.
"We had fun, though," Coach said, trying to calm the situation.
"But how did the Buddy Party come to happen?" Todd asked.
"Ah," Al thought for a moment. "Well, that was all because of another friend named Tom."
"Tom's actually almost a neighbor of yours, Todd," Tony said.
"Well," Al continued, "Tom's idea was that it might be fun for friends...buddies...to get together for a sex week-end. You know...no strings attached...no bullshit or attitude, just buddies having fun."
"Right," Al said, "Tom knew me and through me he met Coach and Jim. Tom also knew Mickey because he used to be a trooper and worked with him, and through Mickey he later had met Frank, Joey and Mitch.
"I met Tom in business actually, but he's such a direct kind of guy, it was easy when we came out to each other," Al said. He avoided mentioning that they'd dated for a while. "So, Tom and Jim were here one night for dinner, and Tom came out with the idea of the first Buddy Party. That's when we made the rules, and when I offered to host the party. First it was just friends, but then we decided it would be okay to bring in others if and when it seemed appropriate. We wanted to make sure we kept it light and fun.
"The first time was Tom, Jim, Mickey, Tony, and me. I forget where Mitch was, but he didn't come that first time. We had a great time, so we started expanding the group over time, bringing in Mitch, then later Coach and then Frank and Joey."
"Since I'm the stranger here," Todd said, "I can't help but ask, have you guys brought other friends than me?"
"Sure," Mickey answered, "And some fit in with the group and some didn't. I remember that Marine who came with Tom that time. What was his name? Whew, he was hot stuff."
"His name was Mack," Tony said, "And boy, do I remember him." Al chuckled.
Todd watched as Jim and Mickey nodded. He guessed they'd enjoyed the Marine as well.
"And," Al went on, "There was that guy who was an electrician. He checked more than a few guy's wiring that week-end."
"Hi name was Carl," Jim said, "We dated for a few months before he moved down south."
"And, of course," Al went on, "There were a few guys who didn't fit in. You all remember that guy, I think he was also a friend of Tom's, who got so bitchy that Tom actually left early to get him out of here. I don't even remember his name." No one else did either.
"Yeah, I remember," Mitch said, "And I also remember that pal of Mickey's who got into a 'bitch fight' with Tony because Tony wouldn't let him fuck him."
"No, no," Tony corrected, "He bitched me 'cause I wouldn't fuck him. I just didn't like his whole attitude."
"Oh yes," Mickey said, "I sure do remember. His name was Rich, but it surprised both Mitch and me when he went nuts like that. Needless to say, we're no longer friends. God, what an asshole he was."
"So, we've had some good guests and some not so," Al said, "But we think you're a good one, Todd." That, of course, made Todd feel very good.
"So where's this Tom guy this time?" Todd asked.
"He couldn't make it today," Al said, "He'd promised to do something at work. But he'll be here tomorrow, and knowing Tom, he's going to be raring to go...right, guys?" There was strong general agreement.
To be continued.