Brooks's Party

Brooks' party had turned into quite a success. There were gorgeous men everywhere. You'd been watching a big Italian since he walked into the kitchen in wet swim trunks and flashed his winning smile your way in return for the beer you handed him. He introduced himself as Paul, and asked why you weren't out by the pool. You explain that you'd no idea it was going to be a pool party, and thus, had no trunks. "We can find you a pair," he offers, genuinely hopeful you'll accept. "Well, sure," you stammer, not really sure. Taking you by the arm, he leads you to the pool house, giving you a chance to admire his muscular physique in the moonlight. There were a handful of guys already in the pool who begin to whistle as you and Paul pass. "All right, all right, girls," Paul laughs as he opens the door to the pool house to let you enter. You step inside and are immediately plunged into darkness when Paul enters and closes the door behind him. "Oh yeah, I forgot to get a new bulb when I went in. Must've been seeing you, it just flew right out of my head." You can feel Paul next to you, you can smell him, you can hear him breathe. You feel your cock start to press against your pants, becoming more urgent the closer Paul gets to you. He quickly unbuckles your belt and pushes his hand down your pants, grabbing your already stiff rod. His hands are huge, powerful, and the smell of him drives you insane. You lean forward, steadying yourself on his chest as you thrust your hips against his hand. His hand slides under your balls, he squeezes, gently massages, slides a finger toward the crack of your ass. "I want to fuck you," he whispers, fingering your hole, "And my partner, Rick, wants to suck your cock." You suddenly feel a second man beside you. Heart racing, you nod your assent and the three of you undress and all go to the indoor/outdoor carpeting. You mount Rick, sixty-nine as Paul wipes a handful of jelly on your ass. The two of you are already grunting when the big Italian penetrates you from behind. The three of you fall into a steady rhythm, pumping each other like animals. The sound of sucking, moaning, and ass-slamming fills the room. Paul's enormous meat feels as though it will split you in half, but it feels soooo good...especially with Rick clamped around your cock and making a greedy meal of you. He rams cock into you until you hear him gasping behind you. Then suddenly, his jism is gushing into you..filling your fuckhole and oozing out around his deflating tool. You shoot your wad in response, deep-throating Rick just as he, too, cums. A few moments later, the three of you emerge from the poolhouse, completely blowing off the swim trunks, and fall lazily into the pool.


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