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    Biting the head off my cowardice, I turned to Jack and said, “No, let’s stay. I want to taste and touch you all.” I couldn’t believe the wanton words spilled from my mouth.
    Jack flashed a vulpine smile then leaned in to kiss me hungrily. He drew away to tease my top lip with his tongue, then nipped my bottom lip. I closed my eyes and let myself melt as our tongues entwined, fucked each others’ mouths with carnal fury.
    Hands slid up my thighs, massaging a sensuous path toward my ramrod stiff cock. I glanced away from Jack long enough to see green eyes smiling at me. He curled fingers through my belt loops and tugged me from the stool I sat on. The two men led me toward the pool table.
    Jack licked and sucked a path down my neck, stopping long enough to yank my t-shirt up and off. Green eyes dropped to his knees and nipped and kissed my inner thighs, after he slid my jeans and boxer briefs to the floor.
    A new pair of strong hands massaged my back, kneading the tense muscles in my broad shoulders. Thumbs pressed into a particularly big knot between my shoulder blades, and I sighed as the tightness there released.
    At the same time, green eyes flicked his tongue over the tip of my pre-cum spurting cock. He eagerly licked beneath the ridge, and I jutted my hips forward.
    I heard throaty laughter as the warm hands at my back worked knots near my spine. My eyes closed and I melted like butter beneath these hot touches.
    Jack flitted his tongue over my nipple, then took the hard tip between his teeth and pulled. I reached up with one hand and buried fingers in his hair. Green eyes gobbled my thick, aching cock. I moaned, cradling the back of his bobbing head with my other hand.
    The lover at my back guided my legs farther apart with one of his own. Then he rubbed my balls with his quads, the light hair tickling my extra-sensitive sac. My balls tightened and pleasure shocked up through my groin. I thrust harder, faster into green eyes wonderful mouth, but he soon took it away. I gave a long groan of disappointment.
    Jack slipped an arm across my sweat dampened chest. He leaned in close, whispering, “Get up on the table, pretty boy. We all want a go at you.”
    My cock twitched harder and I obeyed, getting to all fours on the soft felt. Elation and terror shot shivers up my spine, made my stomach tense. I struggled to keep my breathing even, relaxed, as a combination of rough and smooth fingertips skipped over my skin. Callused and silky palms squeezed my ass, my balls, pecs, massaged my shoulders and down my back. I sighed and “ohhhhh and ahhhh” in the assault of immense sensuality.
    The Mohawk-wearing drummer ran a pool cue down the length of my spine. He parted my cheeks and teased my asshole with the rounded, leather tip. “Jerry,” I heard him say, come help me get this pretty boy ready for some big cock.” The box of condoms I brought was opened and foil wrappers were handed out.
    The man with a bald head and a face that looked as if it had been sculpted from marble walked to the other end of the table. I watch these men at my feet. Jerry gave me a smoldering glance before he bent his head, spread my cheeks with his large, strong hands, and licked my asshole.
    I sighed and threw my head back, closing my eyes as Jerry gave me the rimming of my life. Actually, my first rimming. He tongued a path from my perineum back to my hole, then he stuck it deep in my relaxing anus. I gave a throaty moan and pushed backward into his skilled mouth. His response was to hungrily lave my asshole and crack, then he plunged one, two fingers up the throbbing opening. I bucked my hips into the finger fucking as he sucked hard on my perineum. When his mouth closed around my balls, and he swirled his tongue over the thin flesh, I let out a shriek of satisfaction. These sensations were the most amazing I’d felt in my life. I thought sex in the alley was great, but this… This was a fantasy come true, and it was even better