wrapped my arms around him and we ground our naked torsos together, now sticky-slick with sweat and cum. We couldn’t stop kissing each other, lips, faces, necks, ear lobes, we moved in a feverish tasting session of our new mutual treats.

I rolled him over beside me – I wanted a taste of those big, dark nips on the front of his skinny, hairless chest. He had aureoles that were huge – at least the size of a half-dollar – and the dark nips, thick and long, stuck out from them what seemed like a half-inch. I swirled my tongue around first one, then the other, licking and sucking and nibbling the sweet man-flesh. He groaned with pleasure, long and deep, and was stroking my side as much as he could reach with his free hand, and grinding his pelvis against mine, so that soon we had two hard cocks between us to play with.

Once I had my fill of his burgundy-cherry nips, I pulled him back on top of me and reached down to the basket beside the bed where the condoms were. I tossed him one and whispered to him, “I want you to fuck me – I want you inside me now!”

He looked at me, as astonished as he was when I first kissed him. “You want me to fuck you?” he stammered a bit. “I’ve never fucked another guy before. Are you sure?”

Now it was my turn to be astonished. I looked up at him, “Whaddaya mean, you never fucked another guy? Not even Ron?”

Jon said, “Oh, Hell no! He never takes it up the ass, just gives it out whenever he feels like it – whether I want it or not.”

I made a quick decision not to tell Jon what I had done to Ron on Wednesday – we’d cover that ground later. Right now I wanted this skinny Blake-spouting tattooed boy-man inside me. I said, “Go for it, hot stuff – I want you, if you want me too.”

He actually grinned this time – not his slow, shy smile but a real wolf-grin, straight off the face of one of his pirate ancestors. I spread my legs, and he knelt between them, ripping open the packet of the condom I handed him and slapping it on his still-hard pecker. I handed him a tube of lube from the same basket, and he spread some on himself, and then put some on the tip of his finger and slowly worked it into my ready-and-waiting asshole. He guided the tip of his condom-sheathed cock into me, looming over me and grinning that pirate grin again, and then sort of flung himself on me, ramming into me all the way to the hilt, his head next to mine and his long, straight black hair in my face.

I wrapped my legs around his, and each hand grabbed one of his small-bubble buttcheeks, and I held him