Then he felt it again, a hairy leg brushing the inside of his thigh, and then another, pushing his legs apart, and then hands grabbing his bare ass and hauling him upright! "What the fuck!" he shouted.
Big arms held him down, he was pushed face first into the pillow. Then the cock slid into his ass and he groaned, grateful that at least they had taught the cock's owner the value of lubricant prior to sex. It had been a lesson hard-taught, but it made the rude awakening a little more bearable.
Quite a bit more bearable, actually. This insolent dick was gently curved upwards along its seven-inch, cut length. Its foreskin was thick and cushioned the passage into Pavel's bowels. That pink cockhead managed to find and tickle the prostate unerringly.
Still.... Pavel got his head free and shouted for the one man able to do something about his predicament. "Fortin!"
The cock reached its full depth and paused, then wriggled a little bit, pulsing with its need. "Ahhh!" Pavel groaned, for that pulse vibrated his prostate nicely. "Fortin, damn it, wake up!"
"What is it?" grumbled Fortin in the next room over.
"Jethro's loose again." Pavel said as the cock began to make slow, almost hesitant strokes inside his ass. Barely an inch of movement in each direction, it was enough to drive a young man like Pavel up the wall. "Could you come, uuhh!" Pavel choked off. That little move of Jethro's sent a chill right up his back into his brain! "Come pull him off me, will ya?"
"All right, all right." Fortin grumbled sleepily.
"Hurry up!" Pavel said. "Uhh, ghh!"
Damn it, that dick felt good inside there! When was the last time he'd gotten fucked? Days, at least! He'd resorted to masturbation, for Christ's sake, nights and mornings. Then a quick blow-job or two in the fields tided him over for another day.
He missed Jezreel! Dark, slender Jezreel, with his jet-black hair and skin darker in its way than Fortin's or Uncle Lukas', and where their hair was heavily kinked, Jezreel's was arrow- straight, the way it had swung over his eyes as he climbed on Pavel's body to slide...
"Oof! Gah, yes!" Pavel said, tucking the pillow into his crotch. Jethro was nothing like Jezreel; Jethro was large, blond-haired, pale-skinned and where Jezreel had talked incessantly during their lovemaking, a gentle patter of soothing words of love, Jethro was a silent blond ghost, only the hissing of urgent breaths punctuating the increasingly aggressive strokes into Pavel's ass.
"What's up, bro?" Osgood staggered into the room, wiping sleep from his bleary eyes. "Oh, he got you this time, huh?" Osgood had been the victim the last time Jethro had slipped his bonds from Fortin's room. Not that they tied him tightly or anything; just enough that when the big blond man got his urges, he would have time to see Fortin lying beside him. It worked, usually. But when Jethro woke turned away from Fortin or Fortin wasn't there, it was easy enough for him to pull loose the ties and wander their home in search of a butt to fuck.
"Yeah! Ooh!" Pavel said. "Oh, oh, uh, oh, ooh!"
"How fast you wanting us to pull him off you?" Osgood grinned a grin like his father, wicked but fun-loving.
"No need to torment the guy." Pavel said. "When he's done. Uh! Make that when we're both done! Ah, yes!"
"Mind if I join in?" Osgood's voice was no longer taunting, but dead serious. Pavel twisted his head and peered through lust-dimmed eyes at Osgood.
Osgood was nude, and looking much like his father Al, who was Pavel's father's lover, Osgood had Al's thick schlong and a lot of Al's cockiness. But that was understandable, since both Osgood and Pavel were clones taken from their fathers' bodies, courtesy of the now-defunct Tree of Children. A frequent discussion around the dinner table was comparing sons to father, how much genetics played a part in personality. Consensus was that sons tended to behave exactly like their fathers, except for the fact that, their background and circumstances being different, they sometimes made different choices. You could not look at a father and know the son entirely, but on the whole, there was a strong similarity of personality as well as the naturally- identical physical appearance.
Pavel had been to bed with Osgood a score of times in the past six months, when Osgood had attained his maturity, and he tended to be an abrupt lover. The chance to plug Jethro's butt with impunity was probably a huge turn-on, in addition to the sex show he was watching.
"Sure, come on over." Pavel said.
Osgood moved over and, to Pavel's surprise, plunked down in front of Pavel and waggled his cock at Pavel's mouth. "Come on, open up. We'll plug you from both ends."
Jethro suddenly moved into his frenetic high gear; he was rapidly approaching orgasm. Pavel groaned a throaty "Gah!" with the added sensations, and Osgood shoved his cock into Pavel's mouth. "Glmph!" Pavel protested.
"Come on, suck on it." Osgood ordered. "I love the way yore tongue licks on the downstroke, boy!" Accents weren't inherited, but Al would slip into deep Southern drawl when exicted and Osgood deliberately mimicked his father at times like this. A clone's right and a celebration of ancestry, was the general consensus on such affectations.
Pavel felt Jethro's hands and arms tighten on his chest barrel and gave in. He did enjoy sucking Osgood's thick, meaty cock, and Jethro's fierce ass-pounding had him willing to give in to the needs of the moment. He slurped and got the heavy pud wetted down.
"Hey!" came Fortin's interested tone. "Thought you were in trouble."
"You took your time about it." Osgood chided him. "What's the matter, getting a little tired of your toy?"
"Didn't want Pavel sleeping alone all the time." Fortin shot back at him. He had been exercising diligently for some time and dieting, and his pudginess was now more of a fullness of body. The smallest pot-belly remained to distend the otherwise cylindrical shape of Fortin's body. And he was getting some nice muscles on his body.
"Well, he's not lonesome now." Osgood said, beginning to fuck at Pavel's mouth. "Why don't you come on over and join the fun. Maybe you can get Jethro to suck you off."
Pavel had to grin at that; while Jethro was a non-stop butt-fucker and could be fucked himself without protest while he was so engaged, his mouth was unavailable. A dick shoved it was ignored or spit out in his single-minded intensity.
They said more in this vein, but Pavel was beyond listening. Jethro was fast approaching orgasm, his cock was a living, pumping piston into Pavel's ravaged butt, and Pavel found that the heated cock was pulsing as it fucked him. Connobarans like Jethro had such control over their penises, but Jethro had long been lacking such control in his monomaniacal embraces. But Jethro's cock was pulsing now, and Jethro suddenly held stock-still. Pavel's prostate was in contact with this pulsating behemoth, and it was driving him wild! He sucked at Osgood's cock as well as he could, then grabbed it and held it, pumping the thick cock with his hand while he gasped for breath, groaning, "Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, ohh, ohh, oh, God, ye-e-e-e-s-s! Unh, unh, unh!" Pavel was spraying his bed with his jism while Jethro's potent shaft pumped his butt full. His climax finished, he gasped for breath while punctuating his breaths by darting his tongue over Osgood's twitching cock. It was heating up nicely, too, and Osgood was turning his usual pinkish color with his rising desire.
"Ah, damn, boy, get back to sucking, would'ja?" Osgood begged Pavel.
"What's wrong with Jethro?" Fortin asked.
Jethro had paused, but now was back to fucking Pavel's ass, again with the cock standing stock-still, pulsing in waves inside Pavel's ass. Pavel told them as much.
"He's recovering!" Fortin crowed.
"Yeah." Osgood was uninterested. He shoved Pavel's head onto his cock. "Get back to sucking. Ooh, yeah!" Pavel suckled the thick prod with a renewed vigor. Osgood grabbed Pavel's head and face-fucked him vigorously. "Oh, oh, uh, uh, uh!"
"I'm going to try Jethro with my dick up his ass." Fortin said. "He may just do that pulsing bit for me." Hawking spit onto his cock as he moved, Fortin clambered onto Pavel's overburdened bed and found a purchase to slide his cock into Jethro's ass. Fortin got it into Jethro's ass and then gave a deep moan. "Oh, yeah, he's doing it!"
"I gotta try that." Osgood said and took his cock from Pavel's lips dripping with his excess saliva and stood up. Pavel couldn't see what happened next, but apparently he was able to capture Jethro's mouth with no problem. Pavel saw Osgood's feet shift and then his knees bent and then Osgood went, "Oh, yeah, that's the ticket! Uh!"
Pavel, able to rest now, lay still, feeling his pooled jism congealing on his body, drying on his bedsheets. More jism, Jethro's, dribbled out of his ass and down onto his balls.
"What's going on here?" Al's voice came. "Damn, holding a morning hard-on party, boys?"
"Yeah, Dad!" Osgood said. "Jethro got loose and we're trying to tucker him out."
"I'm betting on you boys." Al said. Pavel looked over at Al, an older and bigger version of Osgood. Al was still only about thirty-five. Not a gray hair declared its faded glory on his large, hair-coated body. Al's cock, a twin to Osgood's, was rising up rapidly. "Hey, Ivan, you gotta come see this!"
"What?" Pavel heard his father say from down the hall. "It's time for breakfast and where's my help to fix it this morning?"
"They're in here fucking." Al said. "Want to see the show?"
Ivan arrived and Pavel wasn't surprised to see his father blush slightly. His father was a wonderful man, but he still had this gut reaction to Desire, mostly under control after all the years he had been marooned here, but still, there was this reaction when confronted by sex, a slight embarrassment. "Enjoying yourself?" Ivan compromised his initial reaction.
"Sure, Dad." Pavel said. "I ought to wake up like this every morning."
"But you're just lying there." Ivan said.
"Jethro's back to using the Connobaran style of making love." Pavel clarified. Osgood's voice rose in sound as a background, guttural grunts as he rode the crest of passion to crash against the shores of climax. "He's kind of vibrating inside me right now."
"He's vibrating all over." grunted Fortin. "Man, it's all the fun of sex with none of the work!"
That's nice." Ivan said.
"You're damned right it's nice!" Al agreed, taking his husband's cock and flogging it to full attention. "Nice to see the boys enjoying themselves in the morning, isn't it?"
Ivan hesitated, then his hand went over and took Al's cock. "I was sort of hoping for a more active morning." he admitted.
"Guess I can let this show go, then." Al said, then moaned as Ivan's hand worked his cock firmly. "I'd rather play parcheesi than watch a sports game, you know."
"You're comparing making love to me to a game of parcheesi?" Ivan said to Al's ear and only Pavel saw the quick grin on his father's face. "Why don't you just stay here and watch then? See if I care!" Ivan turned and left, casting a quick wink at Pavel.
Al was quick to follow. "Aw, come on, baby, I didn't mean it like that, honest!"
Their voices muted down the hallway, then Al crowed, "You son of a bitch!"
Pavel had to laugh. Ivan had probably grabbed Al the minute they had gotten back to their own room.
Osgood sagged down and rested his back against the wall above Pavel's head. "Man, that was a good blow! Are all Connobarans that good?"
"You haven't had any of them yet?" Pavel asked. He gasped, Jethro's cock was speeding up again. "Mmm, this is feeling good again."
"Not yet." Osgood admitted. "Just doesn't seem to work out. Most of the ones coming through here are just looking for someone to fertilize their eggs for them. I guess I don't rate very high on their list of guys to sprinkle life for them. I only got three points so far, and those were strictly hand-jobs I gave myself."
"I've had a couple." Pavel admitted. "They have extra muscle control, to the point where they prefer to flex their muscles over bouncing around or up and down or back and forth like we do. A group of them having sex holds completely still. They don't need to move."
"Maybe I should move to Connobar." Osgood speculated, wiping his brow. "Get some more of this."
"If you can find a Connobaran willing to share sex with one of us, go right ahead." Pavel said. "Most of them don't like our way of having sex. They consider it too rough. I guess it is, sort of."
"Got to settle for someone like you, huh?" Osgood said.
"If you're going to settle for me, you're going to have to give as well as get." Pavel said.
"Huh?" Osgood queried.
Pavel got up to his knees. "I could go for some sixty-nining to help me get off again."
"Oh! Sure!" Osgood squirmed around and beneath.
Like father, like son. Al was the same way. So intent on his own pleasures, he'd forget that his partner had needs, but quick enough to cooperate when reminded. Not so much selfishness as single-mindedness.
Like Jethro's pulsating cock. Fortin was groaning to Jethro's milking ass and he grunted out, "Man, and I was about to leave Jethro here with you guys while I went on a walkabout."
"We'll take care of him for you." Osgood said, and then took Pavel's cock into his mouth. A warm, wet cavern was what his cock fell into, then it tightened up into a velvet ring around his cock, with heat caressing his cockhead.
"Sure, no problem." Pavel groaned. He gulped down Osgood's cock.
It was time he got over Jezreel. There'd be other men in his life. For now, he had his friends to help him over the many bumps of passion waiting on the Planet of Desire.
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