After we finished stirring our respective sauces with our ass spoons....our _c_o_c_k_s were jutting out like you wouldn't believe. Riley and Bob noticed this and got an idea...
"You know, you two could really help with dessert. We got these jelly cruller things for the rest of the guys but we need someone to taste em'. Buttcrack, lie down on the lineoleum on your back," Bob said, mischevious grin and all.
Joe, wary at what was going to happen, did it. I looked at him, tight, muscled form all stretched out on the floor. His ass must still be tinglin from the spanking we had received. His thighs were muscular, and his chest had a light swirl of auburn hair. Riley crouched down beside him. It's pretty disconcerting to be laying on your kitchen floor bareass, while another guy looms over you with clothes on, thinking it's hilarious. Joe's tool jutted up, almost at 90 degress. Riley flicked it once. We both still had our chef's hats on, by the way....
From behind his back, Riley withdrew a thick, cruller shaped pastry. And squashed it down over Joe's hard-on. Imagine a condom made out of a donut and you have an idea. Joe's _c_o_c_k_ was completely made out of jelly and pastry at the moment.
Joe groaned.
"Mighty Brother, sir, how am I supposed to taste my pastry sir.....?" he was worried that he was going to be made to basically suck his own _c_o_c_k_. Which even he wasn't limber enough to do. He needn't have worried.
"Oh no, Buttcrack....you won't be tasting this one. Buttpie will. He looks like he's had plenty of pastries in his time...."
With that insult, Bob grasped one of my buns in one hand, and my formidable gut in another and jiggled them to illustrate his point. I blushed all over. That was as humiliating as the time when they tied me naked on the horse sculpture in front of the Dean's office, just in time for everyone going to eight-o'clock class...
"Hey, Riley did ya notice that when these two blush, they blush all over? Especially their asses?" Bob said laughing.
Riley laughed.
"Okay, Buttpie - the MIGHTY BROTHERS command. I want every single last piece of pastry, and last drop of jelly and *snicker* cream off Buttcrack's willy. Now." Riley said, and sat back with Bob (his probable _f_u_c_k_ buddy) to cheer me on.
Well, I did it. I carefully chewed pastry off Joe's pecker. Our eyes met several times, and he smiled ruefully once to show that he didn't mind. As I got off more and more of the pastry off him with only my mouth, he started to tense. I could tell he was getting mighty aroused. His _d_i_c_k_ grew even bigger, sending dollops of cream and cake down his shaft, which I had to catch with my tongue. Joe emitted a little moan of pleasure.
"Hey Bob, it looks like Buttcrack is getting into this..."
"Yeah, I would say so - does that mean Buttcrack likes getting his shaft buffed by guys on a regular basis or just Porky over here..."
Bob rested his feet on my upturned rump like I was a human ottoman or something as I basically blew my best friend.
The layer of cake was entirely gone. Now what was left was a layer of whipped cream. I hesitated. A couple more licks and Joe was going to become Old Faithful.
"ALL of it, 'Pie." Riley said menacingly.
So I did. Lick. Lick.
"Aww, _s_h_i_t_, Spikey, DON'T!" Joe pleaded and came. Right into my face. That's all I needed two tons of hot yogurt blinding me.
Joe felt awful, you could tell.
"Sorry dude," he said. And what was worse was that they told us clean-up would be later so I had to hang out with Joe's cum plastered on my face as well as a mask full of pastry.
"Now, Buttpie, how was your dessert?" Riley inquired.
"Good, MIGHTY BROTHER, sir.." I stammered, dully.
"What did it taste like?" Bob asked. And I swear to Christ, Joe actually giggled. I guess Captain Haystack finally decided that God wouldn't mind another guy polishing his knob. Thanks, pal.
"A little tangy, sir," I said and everybody, myself included laughed.
"Well, good, then Buttcrack should enjoy his then..." and Joe paled.
"On the floor, Buttpie,"
So I layed down on my back on the cold linoleum, my massive (I'm just telling the truth) _c_o_c_k_ jutting up into the air. My spanked cakes stung from the floor. But Riley corrected me.
"Oh, no, get on your rather large stomach - Buttcrack here seems to find everything you had to do so funny, we're going to a little variation."
And then Bob shoved the entire pastry up my ass! It was a little uncomfortable not to mention gooey.
"Get to work, Crack'. Every last bit." said Bob.
So Joe sat his naked ass down on the backs of my knees, bent forward, tight ass in the hair, now limp _c_o_c_k_ draggin on the backs of my thighs, parted my considerable cheeks, took a deep breath....
"Gawd...." he said, in that Midwest accent I love,....
and plunged his face into my buttcrack and started slurping!
"MMMFFFFHHHHH!!!!" I guess he was complaining as he mined my butt, but we couldn't understand him. I had a rod like you wouldnt believe. I felt a little cheated though cause I wasn't going to be sucked off by Joey. But his tongue was lapping my prostate and anymore, I wouldn't need to be sucked off.
Finally, he emerged, face covered in pastry.
" Think that's it..." he said. Riley and Bob parted my asscheeks for inspection. Ever had three impromptu proctologists at the same time?
Joe and I looked at each other, face covered in pastry both, and smiled.
"Oh, Buttcrack, we didn't think it was fair to Buttpie that he didnt get off, so sit down on the floor, let him sit on your lap, and jack him off!" Bob ordered.
"Wha-" Joe said, and I smiled.
SO there we were, two grownmen naked on the kitchen floor. Me on Joey's lap, his face over one of my shoulders ("dude, you're crushing my balls..." he whispered), his stroking my _c_o_c_k_ - much to his distaste. I could feel his _d_i_c_k_ poking into my crack though, between my cheeks. He was hard again! I decided to get my revenge. So as he stroked my _c_o_c_k_ with his rough quarterback hand, I began clenching my buns, and trapping his _c_o_c_k_ rythmically.
"Dude, cut the _s_h_i_t_..." he said, furious.
"What? What are you talking about?" I said, all innocent.
CLENCH! Stroke. CLENCH! Stroke.
"Spike, my _c_o_c_k_'s between your buttcheeks. I don't want to get off again, not like this...."
CLENCH.
"I have no idea what you're talking about, Joey my boy. But your hand sure does feel g-g-good." I said, as the orgasm started.
"Dude, you are s-s-so duh-dead when we geT OUT OF THIS...OOOHHHHHH!!!" And we both became OLD FAITHFUL! So, both of us spattered in pastry and jock cum - Riley and Bob chortling, they announced it was clean-up time and time to set the table.
TO BE CONTINUED.....any comments, questions, and suggestions.....please e-mail me at jase10(at symbol)webtv. net