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Joel Maisel's Marvelous Ass
Sure, Joel was his best friend, and yes, he felt a little bad at this moment...but sliding in and out of his friend's cum-slick ass felt so good that Archie let himself forget his conscience for the time being.
How did Archie Cleary find himself being the second cock in Joel Maisel's ass tonight? It was surprisingly simple.
Besides, Joel kind of brought it on himself.
Apparently, the Maisels are terrible with money. Or rather, they're terrible with legal money. An effort to help his parents organize and legitimize their books is what brought the Maisel's to the bank. Joel knew Archie's brother worked in a bank and hoped this connection would work in his favor, especially since his parents bookkeeping looked more like fiction than fact.
Curren Cleary couldn't believe the mess he was staring at! There were symbols and blank boxes and numbers that weren't substantiated in any rows or columns. Even the most expert accountant would have trouble figuring this out!
If he approved the Maisels for a loan, Curren was sure to get fired. If he even brought this paperwork to his manager, he would be demoted, deemed incapable of discerning an actual loan request without supervision. He had just gotten this promotion; he couldn't risk his bosses losing faith in him already.
Feeling guilty for not being able to help his brother's best friend, he telephoned Archie to let him know.
"I understand," Archie said. "I know you've got to look out for your career and your future.
Curren was relieved he wasn't disappointing Archie. And then Archie continued.
"But what if I could incentivize this situation?"
Intrigued, Curren listened to his brother's plan, and seconds after disconnecting the phone call, Curren had changed the paperwork with a little creativity of his own and brought the modified application to his bosses for approval.
Joel was ecstatic when he telephoned Archie at work – the very same job they had together, the same job where Joel left Archie hanging out to dry when he tanked a presentation, the same job where Archie was still picking up the pieces.
Yeah, Archie was a little bitter still.
"Of course, I'll help you plan a celebration, buddy," Archie agreed. "Nothing would make me happier."
It was almost too easy to merge his own pseudo-revenge plot with Joel's party.
Archie took the responsibility of ordering food from Mrs. Moskowitz. Joel insisted on champagne only, which was disappointing considering Archie knew how easy Joel could get drunk on hard liquor, so Archie upped the order by a couple extra bottles.
Before the factory was even done for the day, Archie convinced Joel to pop a bottle early, and from that point, Archie made sure Joel's glass was never empty. Mrs. Moskowitz wasn't happy to see little Joel Maisel drinking that early in the day, but the old bat needed to mind her own business.
Archie also needed to start drinking earlier than expected. Imogene had just dropped a bomb that they were going to have a third kid. It was amazing they managed to have sex enough for her to get pregnant, considering how tightly Imogene kept her legs closed. Now, with a baby on board, her vagina was going to be completely off limits for nine months. And forget about her using her mouth. The woman couldn't use her mouth for anything other than talking and eating and talking about eating.
So, yeah, Archie needed to drink but he also needed to keep his head on straight to make sure his plan went off without a hitch. Joel was making his plan to stay sober increasingly difficult with each passing minute. Women were throwing themselves at him. In the span of an hour, Joel made four dates with the fit models. Archie's dick was starving to death, and Joel's was feasting.
The party kept going, and Archie kept pouring. Guests were leaving because they all had to come back to the same building for work in eight hours. Mrs. Moskowitz tried to last - not one to leave before her boss - but even she had to beg off. Three girls were left, silently competing to see whowould be the last woman standing and be first girl with her legs in the air. But even they were losing interest based on how drunk Joel was getting. Archie gave all the girls cab fare and sent them on their way.
The man of the hour was getting a little sloppy and helpless, so Archie knew he had given him the right amount to drink. Joel was still drunkenly rambling about saving his parents building, but he couldn't figure out how to take his shoes off. Joel plopped onto the bed, and Archie helped his buddy out of his footwear. By the time the second shoe was off, Joel's talking had turned to mumbling and he was having a hard time keeping his eyes open.
Now for the real party.
Curren had been waiting in the stairwell for hours. Archie had told him to come to the building at 9pm, thinking the party would wrap up by 10, 10:30 at the latest. It was almost midnight when his brother finally gave him the all clear.
The two brothers walked into Archie's makeshift apartment in the Maisel &Roth building, where the young Mr. Maisel was passed out on his bed, still in most of his clothes.
"I thought maybe you'd want to unwrap your gift," Archie said to his brother.
Taking Joel's clothes off wasn't easy. Unbuttoning Joe's dress shirt was anti-climactic because the undershirt muted the reveal of the chest Curren was waiting to see. Archie had to lend his brother some assistance by propping Joel up to get the garments off. For a short dude, Joel was compact, and all his muscle made him heavy to maneuver. But Archie could see how happy his brother was once Joel's upper body was exposed. After appreciating the sights, Curren set to slowly and gently licking the sleepy man's nipples and chest while he fumbled with the crotch of the dress pants.
The pants came off easier, as did the unfashionable boxer shorts. Archie had laid his friend back down on the bed, and some simple tugging by Curren got Joel's lower body exposed.
Finally, Joel was naked. Curren was practically drooling, and even Archie had to give his buddy some credit – Joel was pretty fit for a dude who spends way too much of his life behind a desk.
At this point, Archie could have left the room. And yet, something kept him there. What made him stay? He wasn't entirely sure, but he lit a cigarette, removed his suit jacket, kicked off his shoes, and took a seat in the nearby chair, as Curren gave himself permission to crawl between Joel's legs. Joel remained passed out, despite the jostling of his body, so it seemed like Curren was going to be able to collect on his part in securing the loan for the Maisels.
Not knowing when he'd get the chance with any dick again, not just Joel's, Curren wanted to make it last as long as he could before he himself shot his load or Joel woke up and murdered him, whichever came first. Curren took hold of the sleeping man's cock and enjoyed the feel of it in his hand, as well as the unusual look. Curren had never seen a circumcised cock before, not that he'd seen a lot of dicks up close. His experience with penises had been very limited at this point. 1958 was not exactly a thriving time for homosexuality, so his encounters were few and far between.
Archie watched his brother handle Joel's dick with a mix of fascination and hunger, a look Archie had seen many times first hand, considering more than once, he had been on the receiving end of Curren's touch, having had the distinction of being one of the few cocks in Curren's past.
Several years ago, on a night when they had indulged in too many bourbons after Christmas dinner, Curren confessed to Archie about his attraction to guys. Up until that moment, Archie hadn't knowingly met another gay guy before, so he didn't have any preconceived notions about how to act one way or the other. He just knew he loved his brother and would support him any way he could.
The conversation progressed from there, with Archie asking more and more questions about what that meant for Curren's sex life, but Curren having very few answers, since he hadn't been with a guy before. Archie's devious side, fueled by the bourbon, lead him to suggest to his brother that they help each other out.
Archie had just started dating Imogene, who had pledged to save herself for marriage like a good Catholic girl, and Archie was finding it increasingly hard to remain faithful as the days wore on. He figured the loophole in not going with other girls would be that Curren wasn't one, and, since they were brothers, no one would tell.
Curren couldn't believe his hunk of a brother would suggest such a thing, but he got on his knees before Archie could change his mind.
When Archie's pants came down, Curren was mesmerized by the slab of meat that popped up to slap Archie in the stomach. His brother was easily 9.5 inches long.
At first, Curren studied Archie's cock with careful precision, as if he was taking mental notes for some sort of anthropological observation. He traced veins and ridges, squeezed and felt the pulse, rubbed and stroked to get used to how the skin glided along the organ. Having, of course, practiced on his own for years, he wasn't unfamiliar, but his own modest 6 inches was nothing compared to the expansiveness Archie had to work with.
It has been months since another person touched Archie, and Curren's ministrations were torture. Archie was already on the brink, and barely any time had passed at all. He was about to give his brother a warning, when he suddenly lost the ability to speak due to Curren's tongue licking the underside of his shaft.
It felt so good that Archie was a goner. The moment Curren's tongue reached the head of his shaft, Archie's cock spewed three day's worth of spunk on his brother's face and tongue, his own crotch, and their grandmother's couch. Luckily, their grandmother was one of those women who had plastic covering all of her furniture, so clean-up was easier there than on Curren's face.
By way of an apology for cumming too soon, Archie properly feed his brother a load back in the room they were sharing, after an hour of Curren playing with his dick. The girls he'd been with before, especially Imogene, seemed intimidated and even afraid of his size, but his brother relished every inch of cock before him. Part of what kept Archie hard and interested in what was happening was the need Curren had for dick.
Curren thought the light of day and a clear head would change Archie's mind from the night before, but the load Currenswallowed in the morning as well as the two others throughout the day said Archie was just fine with this new aspect of their relationship, and everything that came after. If anything, Archie was pissed that he was just now finding out his brother liked cock. They could have been doing this for years! High school would have been a lot easier to manage with a cocksucker in the next room.
Letting his brother have his way with his best friend was something new, though, and Archie found his pants getting tighter while he watched Curren use his mouth on Joel's dick. However, Joel's cock was unresponsive. Since he knew first hand that his brother was a skilled cocksucker, he figured maybe he had actually given Joel too much to drink.
Before his brother got disappointed, Archie suggested, "Maybe we should take a different approach," and got closer to the two dudes on the bed.
The Clearys rolled Mr. Maisel over, and Archie couldn't help taking a sharp breath along with his brother.
Joel Maisel had a marvelous ass. It was the right balance of large and yet firm, smooth, and surprisingly not too pale.
Something clicked inside Curren, and he had to have it. He took hold of the firm globes, spread them apart and got his face in Joel's ass.
Archie may never have eaten a man's ass before, but he recognized pussy eating when he saw it, and Curren was devouring Joel's man cunt good.
It was amazing that Joel was still out of it. He never opened his eyes to discover whose tongue was at his hole. Somewhere between consciousness and sleep, he dreamed one of the models from his father's business had stuck around and decided to try something new with him. The pleasure sensors in his brain were awake enough for his butt to wiggle back against the pleasure. At that point, it was just basic biology and physiology that caused his cock to start growing, pressed between his pelvis and the duvet.
Not only were Archie's pants tight now, but it had suddenly gotten very hot in there. Taking a huge swig from what was left in his champagne glass didn't help, so Archie loosened his tie and opened his own dress shirt. His undershirt clung to his taut muscles from the sweat.
Even with the attention Curren was paying to Joel's hole, the sight of his brother removing clothing wasn't lost on him. Many times he wanted to do to Archie what he was doing to Joel, and now here he was, tasting a delicious man ass while looking at his sexy brother. Curren had to will himself to stop grinding against the mattress as much as he was, or he was sure to shoot off in his pants.
Curren briefly pulled away from Joel's wet hole and asked his brother, "How far can I go?"
"As far as you want."
Archie went to Joel's nightstand and found some personal lubricant. When he turned back to his brother, he was surprised how quickly Curren had taken off all his clothes. Curren's body was swimmer fit with the lightest dusting of hair, and his 6" cock was straight out in front of him.
"I think you're going to need more than spit for this first timer," Archie said, tossing the lube to Curren. "We don't want to hurt him too badly."
The two brothers exchanged naughty smiles, as Curren slathered some lube on his shaft and then fingering some into Mr. Maisel's hole. Archie thought he heard a moan escape Joel's lips when Curren's digits penetrated him, but it looked like his Jewish friend was still asleep. Archie wondered if Joel would be able to sleep through what was coming next.
Curren climbed on the bed and staddled Joel's thighs, but he had trouble balancing himself plus guiding himself into his unwilling partner. "Can I have help, Arch?"
Archie hadn't really planned on being this much of an active participant, but in for a penny, in for a pound. He sat on the bed, next to his passed out friend, and grabbed the globes of Mr. Maisel's marvelous ass. This was the first time he'd ever touched a male's ass that wasn't his own. All the times with Curren had been strictly him receiving oral, so this was new territory. He was amazed how his best friend's glutes felt in his ass – so different from Imogene's but not entirely bad. Firm, but still supple.
He came out of his thoughts, when Curren used his shoulder for support, while he aimed his raging hard cock at Joel's pucker. It took every muscle in Curren's body not to give in to gravity and drop directly down on Mr. Maisel and impale him on his dick. His abs were taut, and he was already glistening with sweat at the effort, as well as the excitement of what was about to happen.
Slowly, Curren popped his cock into virgin territory. Archie watched his brother's cock disappear into Joel's ass. Curren went slower than Archie would ever have been able to go, if he were in the position to break in an unused hole. It felt like hours to get Curren's thin cock balls deep.
"Arch, you wouldn't believe how tight this is! I've never felt anything like it in my life!"
"You earned it, Curren. Take the hole that almost cost you your job."
Curren put both hands on Joel's lower back and started the agonizingly slow pull out of Mr. Maisel's hole, and then began to build up a steady in and out rhythm, giving Joel's ass a good workout. And still Joel slept on.
Blowjobs from his brother aside, Archie considered himself heterosexual, but sex was sex, and this was turning him the fuck on. He had never been in a room watching two people have sex.
Archie stood up and removed the last of his clothes. His cock was so hard, it may have grown an extra half an inch.
Curren's eyes were glued to that giant dick he knew so well. Seeing that head poke out of his brother's foreskin made him drool. When he was able to look up at his brother's face, their blue eyes connected and communicated the next step.
The straight brother stood up on the bed, on either side of his passed out friend,, and moved his 9.5 inch cock to Curren's open mouth, which opened up and took him half way in. Archie knew Curren could do better than that but he was otherwise distracted in Joel's ass, so he put his hands on Curren's head and got the remaining inches in his brother's throat.
Curren couldn't breathe, but he was loving every second of it! His esophagus was plugged his brother's cock, and his heartrate was elevated from the aerobic exercise of fucking his passed out client. He couldn't stop – didn't want to stop – but Archie's rhythm of pounding his throat started to match his own in Joel's ass, and it became too much for him.
Archie felt Curren's mouth vibrate around his dick, as his moans of pleasure intensified. Curren's pace picked up, and Archie saw his brother's ab muscles tight as he unloaded cum into his best friend. Archie withdrew his cock a little to let his brother breathe, while he recovered from his orgasm.
It must be so nice to put pints of cum into a hole and not worry that a kid is going to result from it, Archie thought. Imogene had just told him she was late for her time of the month again, and, after two kids, Archie knew what that meant. He just wanted to have sex with his wife for pleasure and not worry he was going to have another mouth to feed after.
A realization hit Archie, and he could kick himself for not thinking it sooner, considering the arrangement he had with his brother for years.
He came down from his standing position on the bed and pulled Curren by the hips, helping to ease his brother slowly out of his bed friend's ass. When Joel was fully exposed came into view, Archie marveled at how it looked like a pussy but better. It was still a flesh hole, but, even though Curren had just stretched it out, it looked tighter than Imogene's pussy or the other cunts he fucked. He watched as it started to pucker up again, right before his eyes.
It was now or never, and he was so horny that it was definitely going to be now.
Archie grabbed the lubricant, smeared a quick coat on his dick, and lined up with Joel's closing chute. He moaned out as the velvet tunnel took him in, and his eyes rolled back from pleasure. He got about halfway in, and then pulled back out to feel Joel's tunnel stroke his cock on the exit.
Curren was not surprised at all that he was still rock hard, since he was watching his sexy brother fuck that marvelous ass. He took a seat by Mr. Maisel's head, leaning up against the headboard of the bed and stroked his dick, watching a straight dude fuck another passed out straight dude. If he had a video camera, he would have recorded the rutting, maybe even try to sell it – but is there a market for people watching straight guys fuck? (If only he knew...)
Even though he was enjoying the feel of Joel's ass, Archie was horny and needed to bust his load. He picked up the pace and intensity of his fuck and decided to push his friend's hole to the limit. Curren had warmed Joel up, so Archie decided to go for it.
Archie went balls deep into his friend, and it must have been the extra three and half inches of length and girth that made the difference.
Joel woke up.
"Fuck!" Mr. Maisel cried out, as his head snapped up.
Thinking quickly, Curren grabbed the man's hair and pushed his face down into the pillow before the drunk man could see anything clearly. Archie was about to pull out of his best friend when Curren somehow found his voice to speak, despite being scared shitless.
"You're okay, man. You're okay. My buddy and I aren't gonna hurt you. We just saw you sleeping so nice, with your marvelous ass sticking in the air, and we had to get a feel of it. Just relax. This is all gonna feel like a dream."
Joel was still moaning into the pillow, while Archie's somewhat deflated cock grew to fully hard in his ass. Two seconds ago, Archie thought they were screwed, but when the moans changed from pain and discomfort to pleasure, Archie continued fucking Joel with a renewed vigor.
Curren continued to hold Joel's head down, as Archie carried on squeaking the bed from his fucks. Joel moaned every time Archie went to the hilt and slapped Mr. Maisel's ass with his thighs.
Suddenly, Archie felt the grip on his dick intensify, and he was unable to hold back anymore. He let loose one of the most incredible orgasms of his life, and for the first time in the years he's been married, he put his obviously potent baby makers into a fuck hole other than his wife's.
As Archie came down from his high and his breathing came under control, the brothers realized the loudest breathing in the room was coming from Joel Maisel, who had, once again, fallen asleep and was snoring lightly. Curren gently removed his hands from Joel's hair, and when Joel didn't stir again, they figured the coast was clear to extricate themselves from the bed and from Joel's ass.
The Clearys started putting on their clothes, each in their own heads about what just happened, but both very satisfied with the outcome. Looking over Joel's prone form, something caught Curren's eye. He leaned in closer to Mr. Maisel.
"You made him cum from fucking him," Curren pointed out.
Archie beamed and said, "Must've been why he started squeezing my cock. That's why I popped, because it got extra tight."
"Guess he passed out after."
"Good for us then."
On the way out, Archie swatted his friend's marvelous ass and said, "Thanks for the party, bud. Talk to you tomorrow."
And then the Cleary's left Joel Maisel passed out in his bed and locked up behind them, because Archie was a good friend.
On the walk to the car, as the excitement of the last hour faded, Curren found himself shy and awkard around his brother. Archie was feeling it too. Their car ride to Archie's building was silent.
When Curren pulled up to the curb outside Archie's place, he said, "Thanks for arranging tonight."
"You're welcome. Glad it worked out." Archie started to get out of the car but stopped. "We haven't told Mom and Dad yet, but Imogene's pregnant again."
"Congrats, brother!"
"Thanks, thanks. But after two kids, I know that means Imogene's going to be...unavailable for a while."
Curren hoped he knew where this was going. "Yeah, I see how that would be difficult for you."
"Yes." Archie paused, letting the elephant live in the room for a second. "What do you say we take a trip to Atlantic City this weekend? Just the two of us."
Curren smiled, but not too big, trying to keep his cool. "I think my weekend is open. That sounds like it could be a good time."
"It will," Archie admitted. He put his hand on Curren's shoulder and gave an affectionate squeeze. "Good night, little brother."
"Good night, Arch."
Driving home, Curren jerked his second load of the night on his stomach, at a red light at Park and 73rd.
The next morning, Joel's head was pounding. Light hurt his head, his mouth was dry...but why was he naked? He didn't sleep naked. And why was he sore like he'd spent hours on the toilet after one of his mother's dinners? He reached behind him to see if he had, in fact, shat himself. He was sticky but not shitty, so that was confusing. Why was he sticky in the front as well? His cock was plastered to the duvet, which hadn't happened since high school.
His mind was whirling from confusion and the hangover. He caught side of his personal lubricant on the bed next to him, and images and questions started forming in his mind. That much brain activity proved to be too much for Joel in his current condition, and he willed himself to try to sleep more before he accidentally hurled on his floor.