The Pool Boy's Message

The Pool Boy's Message Pt.09

For the days following our likely last threesome together, I could not get the vision from my mind of James taking two masculine, throbbing cocks in his young browneye. The sensation of my cock gliding against Ashraf's while constricted by James' tight O-ring was the stuff of pornos, yet that was our experience. I had to actively stop thinking about it else I rose to stiffness in seconds and needed to disappear to the work toilet for a discrete wank.

While James initially enjoyed the experience and had no regrets, he did not like the dynamic between the three of us. While usually level-headed and calm, he was prone to momentary bouts of jealousy. In short, he did not like sharing me, even if he was involved.

I understood his position. For most of the summer, we had been an exclusive straight-acting couple that did a lot of things outside of the bedroom, and seedy alleyways. Any disinterested party observing us in a social setting would likely conclude that we were brothers, or cousins, or friends. I developed a paternalistic soft spot for James, while he looked at me as a mentor. There were deeper feelings, but they remained unspoken.

"What you up to?" James text me the week following his double anal experience.

"Daydreaming," I replied, "When I should be working."

"About what?"

"About you taking two cocks," I answered, "Can't believe you did it."

"Nor me," James said, "I was sore afterwards. No biggie though."

"I keep replaying the action in my mind constantly."

"And?"

"You can imagine what happens when I think of it, LOL."

"Thinking of me while you come?"

"Duh."

"Same for me."

"We shouldn't be wasting it," I said, hoping for a meeting invite.

"Wanna catch up tonight?"

It was a school night, and the weather forecast was for a thunderstorm. We only had limited playtime during the week, and this occurred in public.

"I rather like the idea of being fucked in the rain," James joked.

There was no resisting him. James' boyish good looks, his long, dirty blonde hair, lithe body and enthusiasm turned heads everywhere he went. His sexually submissive nature made my legs tremble and cock harden.

"Swim first, or drinks?"

"Drinks?"

"Okay, see you at the Golden Sheaf at 7:30 PM."

"Can't wait."

I was already distracted at work and now I hours of anticipation boiling inside of me. Concentration was impossible and I had to remain glued to my desk for as long as possible because of the bulge pressing against my suit pants.

Agonizingly, the day passed, and I flew out the door exactly at 5 PM. Arriving home an hour later, I jumped in the shower thanking that my flat mate had not yet made it home. After a rushed and inadequate dinner, I made my way to the pub and nervously waited for James, noting the rumbling thunder and increasingly violent lightning strikes.

By the time James arrived, I was already two beers in and a little more relaxed compared to my arrival. My extended hand was gripped tightly as we shook. There was a fire in his eyes that made the adrenaline surge in my veins.

"Cheers."

"How was your day?" James asked.

"Agonizing. Yours?" My voice trembled.

"Slow," James said quietly, "You spoke with Ashraf?"

"Not yet," I replied, guardedly, "But I will."

"You know how I feel about it."

"Sure," I assured James, "But like I said, I have no interest in playing with him or anyone else unless you're there and involved."

"I don't want any more threesomes," James said, "Just prefer you and me."

"Then we don't have to," I smiled, "It was an experience to look back on."

"Ha, yeah true," James grinned, "Toys can substitute."

"I guess so, if that's what you want."

"Oh, yeah. I want to experience being that open again."

"The gapes were mind blowing," I chuckled, growing hard again for the umpteenth time that day.

Suddenly, there was an enormous crack of thunder overhead and the lights of the pub momentarily extinguished before returning much to the mirth of the patrons. Then the heaven's opened.

"You wanted to play in the storm," I grinned, "Well, the storm has arrived."

"Then we better go and play in it."

"Let's go!"

Outside, rivers of water were running down Enmore Road. I opened my brolly, and we gingerly walked on the treacherous footpath to our usual spot that was thankfully untouched by the rain. After furling the brolly and standing it against the fire escape door, James pulled me close and kissed me fiercely. His urgency surprised me, but his passion was welcome.

Our lips and tongues danced for an age, the excitement boiling over until we were vigorously squeezing each other's crotches. I knew what I wanted but I enjoyed James' occasional assertiveness, especially when his blood was up.

He pushed me against the wall of the alcove and dropped to his knees, expertly undoing my belt, jeans and pulling them and my briefs down my thighs enough to free my weeping but engorged head.

With a gasp, he gripped my cock by the base and took my meat deep inside his generous mouth. I almost lost it there and then but regained my composure and reveled in James' expert oral skill, as he teased me and then released my cock by tickle my balls with the tip of his tongue.

"Are we switching tonight?" I yelled over the cacophony of the storm.

"If you want," James replied, gently wanking my glistening shaft, "I want you to come last, though."

"In that case," I hauled James to his feet and undressed his pants while kissing his lips lovingly, "You know what to do."

I leant against the concrete wall and stuck my bum out. James dropped to his knees and spat on my hole, roughly rubbing in the inadequate substitution for lubricant. I gasped as he clumsily inserted a finger inside my bung but within seconds, I was encouraging his digital invasion, my cock spasming and dripping.

"Whenever you're ready," I panted, desiring his cock.

"Here it comes," James' voice was trembling as he pressed his cock against my intimate hole.

Taking a deep breath, I pushed against his intrusion and felt my hole open and accept his length.

"Fuck!" I hissed but the irritation quickly passed, and I felt James' hands grip my hips firmly and confidently.

Once he was balls deep inside me, I felt a sudden rush to my cock that seemed to harden beyond its original design tolerance.

"Fuck me, James!"

James began slowly but when I placed a hand on his hip and began pulling him into me with vigor, did he start savagely butt fucking me the way I like it.

"Oh, yeah," I moaned above the din of the storm, "That's it. Fuck me!"

"Feels so good," James squeaked, "Shit! I'm coming."

A good fuck is a quick fuck, I guess. James lasted less than a minute inside me before unleashing a massive load of volcanic sperm deep inside my bowels.

"Geez," I gasped, "How long have you been saving that up?"

James was unable to answer, lost as he was in his powerful orgasm. His twitching cock felt amazing as I winked my hole to extract every drop. My cock was angry and demanded action. I stroked it gently and rubbed the copious pre-cum across the purple head.

James withdrew and slumped against the opposite wall, breathing heavily and panting in satisfaction.

"Fuck me!" James struggled to say, "That was amazing."

"Yeah," I chuckled, "You filled me to the brim."

Not wanting to despoil my clothes too much, I struggled to clasp my bung closed, but knew I was fighting a losing battle. I dropped to my knees and shat out James' seed onto the ground below.

When I thought the bulk had been expelled, I stood up and in a flash of lightning, James' puddle was there to see.

"That's how much come you pumped into me!" I chuckled.

"I was so fucking horny," James answered, "Please let me clean you up."

"Be my guest."

James knelt behind me and his tongue gently lapped against my spermy hole, the tip entering me. His action was relaxed and leisurely which felt amazing, but I needed a release yet was in no rush.

Given James' premature orgasm, I reckoned I could revive him before I fucked his arse. Then, as my reasoning went, he would be able to give me a creamy gift in return.

"I think I got it all," James said playfully and slapped my arse.

I straighten, turned and placed my hand between the cleft. My arsehole was nicely relaxed although, according to James, I had not yet learned how to gape. The hole and the inside of my cheeks were slick with a noxious combination of sperm and saliva. Very satisfying.

James immediately took my cock in his mouth and throated the meat. I could have blown there and then, but I wanted his youthful shitter so pushed him away and pulled him upright.

"You reckon you could go again?" I asked, grabbing James flaccid cock.

"If you work your usual magic."

I smiled and kissed James, tasting my arse and his seed on his tongue. Dropping to my knees, I spent some time leisurely reviving his cock and tonguing his balls before rising and bending him to rest against the wall. Slowly, I felt his meat harden in my mouth, a sensation that blew my mind. Circling behind him, I dropped to my knees again and thrust my face deep between his fragrant cheeks while jerking his shaft and pinching his balls.

"Oh, yeah," James sighed, "Eat my arse."

I loved rimming James. His pucker forever twitched as the tip on my tongue stabbed the O-ring while on the surface, I lavished generous amounts of saliva across the aperture.

James was not able to stand much of this form of foreplay before he begged for a buggering.

"Oh, Jason," James panted, "I need you inside me."

"How badly," I teased repeatedly.

"Now!"

Rising, James spread his cheeks that were dripping with spit and thrust his arse out so that the rosette lined up with my raging cock head. I pressed but the head but there was too much saliva, and my head slid all over the place before I had to wipe his hole. I tried again and this time forced the tip inside James' bung.

"Shit!" He cried but pressed his hips against me which thereby forced my length inside his dirt box.

"Fuck!" I exclaimed at the extreme tightness made progress difficult.

I took my time easing myself inside James' accommodating back door. The experience was heightened by the intermittent flashes of lightning that silhouetted our elicit outdoor action. There was no chance of discovery in such a foul evening.

"I think I'm in," I groaned, "Balls deep."

"Feeling every inch," James hissed, "You seem bigger than usual."

"That's what you do to me."

"Take me easy," James implored.

"I will," I grabbed James' hair and pulled his face to mine and kissed him gently.

Rocking my hips gently, barely able to withdraw and insert, I cursed the fact that I forgot the silicone gel we normally employed. Sometimes, James liked it raw, and tonight was one of those nights. The downside was the anal sex took longer to get going and required lots of saliva to minimise the irritation.

Not that it mattered, I planned to take my time and prolong my climax for as long as possible. That meant taking James slowly and deeply. Doing so, increased the chances of James needing a second orgasm, and his cock was hardening rapidly.

Time seemed to inch by, but James' hole loosened sufficiently to enable more rapid strokes. He purred contentedly while encouraging me to go a little faster. Soon, we establish a satisfying rhythm.

"How's my arse, lover?"

"Heavenly."

"Yeah, keep using it for your pleasure."

The conflict in the sky above drowned out the noise of my hips slapping against James' taut cheeks as I gripped his hips firmly and ploughed his dirt box.

"You close?" Panted James after maybe ten minutes of raw, unadulterated fucking, "Because I am."

"How close?" I asked, not quite there but I knew James was moments away.

"Like, now!" James said, with real urgency.

"In my mouth," I begged, yanking my slicky pole from James' distended anus before dropping to my knees.

James, in a rare moment of assertiveness, he roughly grabbed my hair and ordered me to open my mouth.

"Stick your tongue out, slut," He ordered, and I complied, "Look up at me when I come."

Staring into his fiery eyes as he jerked his cock over my tongue was a sublime moment of submission on my part.

"You want my come?" He growled.

"More than ever!"

"Yeah, you are a slut."

"Your slut."

With that, James unleashed a powerful stream of viscous fluid over my face and in my mouth. Our eyes did not blink as James' cock spluttered and coughed. The lightning in the background gave the scene a surreal, horror movie look to it.

"Drink it down," James crowed.

"Yummy!" I smiled, using a finger to direct the stray shots into my greedy mouth and swallowing enthusiastically.

Once his cock had stopped coughing man goo, I took his deflating pole in my mouth and James almost collapsed and had to support himself by extending his arms against the walls of the alcove.

Licking my lips I stood up, well pleased with the evening's events, but still desperately craving an orgasm to call my own.

"Cunt or mouth?" James asked, his limp cock hanging between his legs.

"Both?"

"You going to come twice?"

"In a way," I grinned.

James understood instantly and leaned in for a kiss, tasting his seed on my tongue.

"Fuck me and feed me." He begged and leant against the wall.

His slick hole readily accepted my raging cock, and it took a minute or two before I raucously unloaded my blue balls deep inside his arse. My screams of ecstasy drowned by the maelstrom that engulfed us.

"Shit," Yelled James above the din, "I fucking felt that."

"That's days of lusting after you!" I growled as my cock twitched violently inside James' bung, "And your relentless teasing."

"I fucking love teasing you," James panted, "I love giving you the best orgasms."

"That one was fucking strong!"

"I want to taste it."

James squatted down and spread his cheeks apart, revealing an impressive gape. I cupped both hands together and position them directly underneath.

"Push!" I encouraged.

James pressed and a seemingly endless stream of funky fluid flowed out, accompanied by several low, rumbling farts.

"On your knees," I ordered.

James turned around and sank to his knees. He dropped his head back and opened his mouth. Standing above him, with my spent dick swinging between my legs, I spilled the contents of my hands into James' waiting and eager mouth.

Again, the lightning made the scene ghoulish, but highly erotic, like a bizarre art house movie. James lapped away at my hands, his stare unwavering and his submission total.

And then, like the final act of a play, the actors revert to themselves. Giggling like adolescents, I pulled James to his feet. After pulling up our jeans, we hugged and kissed affectionately.

"That was a helluva session," I said, looking dubiously into the storm.

"One of the best," James agreed, "Can I drop you home."

"That'd be nice."

The short distance to my flat share was done in silence as rain lashed the car. James pulled up around the corner and we sat there, both reluctant to part. From the corner of my eye, I could see James taking an intake of breath and steeled himself for what I knew was coming. He turned to me and said the words, but the thunder drowned him out. The lips conveyed the message loud and clear. I pulled him to me and kissed him, before opening the car door and running into the night.