Laughing, the bold blond hopped right on and planted a hell of a kiss on Sam’s mouth while the host couple looked on and hooted in approval.
Sam welcomed the kiss but held back from getting too wild. Jimmy seemed to have no such inhibitions, writhing over his lap with his lush butt and giving him a healthy hard-on.
After they broke it off, Sam looked into Jimmy’s big blue eyes and saw the affection there seeming to mirror his own. As Jimmy rose from his lap, it was on the tip of his tongue to say something, anything, about his feelings for the slim stud, a sort of proclamation in front of his best friends.
But Andreas was already off on a mission to the kitchen under Cole’s orders and the opportunity slipped by.
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next big event would be the New Year’s Eve party, which would include three times the number of guests to entertain. It was up to the four of them to prepare for that and Cole kept them well occupied over the next five days.
Every night, Jimmy offered up his creamy can for Sam to fuck. On the bed, against the wall, on hands and knees on the carpet, from in front with Jimmy’s lean thighs up in the air, Jimmy straddling Sam, or any number of inventive ways to get fat cock up warm hole that they could think of.
The day of New Year’s Eve reared up almost unexpectedly. Sam still hadn’t said anything to his best friends about his affair with Jimmy. Neither he nor Jimmy had discussed what would happen after the holidays were over when they both returned to their normal lives. Maybe this was why he hadn’t talked with Cole and Andreas about his torrid sex romps. He really had no idea where it was leading.
“Can you go out and fetch some more firewood for the cook stove, honey? Pretty please?”
Cole’s freckled face crinkled up in the sweetest smile, his green eyes twinkling. One thing about him: he gave out his orders with true Southern charm.
Sam and Cole were dedicated to the kitchen that morning, preparing for the party that night. Andreas and Jimmy were off somewhere else under the bossy redhead’s orders. He found out where when he rounded the corner of the woodshed on his mission to get firewood and stumbled on the pair hard at it—hard at a hard fuck.
He stopped dead in his tracks. The woodshed was very large with firewood stacked over six feet high in rows against the back wall. There was an open area in front with the chopping block, axes and mauls. Just within the entrance, split wood was neatly piled. Sam had split and stacked that pile himself.
Way in the back, where the weak winter sunlight barely reached, Jimmy leaned over a shortened stack of wood, one knee up, his pants and underwear in a pile beside him.
The smooth white ass Sam had been fucking every single night for the past week had another cock up it.
A big black cock. A really big black cock.
“Uhhhhhhnnnnngggg… yeah… that’s the biggest… unnnggghh… yummiest, best damn cock I’ve ever… unnhhhggg… fucking… ugghhh… had!”
Jimmy’s blond head hung down between his shoulders as he grunted out those words. Andreas stood behind him. His pants and underwear were tangled around his ankles. His long, lean legs gleamed amber in the weak light. His butt, high and full, clenched with muscular power as he thrust forward against the bent-over blond.
With Jimmy’s knee up on the woodpile, his creamy ass-crack was wide open. Sam had a perfect view of the cock that punched past his wrinkled little hole. Flushed dark purple, it gleamed with lube as it drove beyond the pink pucker and deep into the heat beyond.
That stiff cock was truly gigantic. It was a thick pipe that slid in and out in a fierce drive that had the blond grunting with every thrust. The head, which Sam knew to be of prodigious girth, was planted far up Jimmy’s hungry ass.
They faced away from him and had no idea he was there. His footsteps had been muffled by a soft new snowfall. As quietly as possible, he gathered up an armful of cook stove sized firewood from right beside him and fled.
But not without one more mesmerizing glance at that hot fuck. The image of that dark cock driving deep into the pink hole between those ivory cheeks was seared into his brain.
Jimmy’s words rang in Sam’s ears as he hastily departed. “Gimme more of that big cock! Yeah! I need it so bad!”
Entering the kitchen, Sam stood quietly for a moment contemplating Cole as he stirred a massive pot of homemade soup. The cook stove was the kitchen’s centerpiece, wood-fired and enormous. Green and ivory enamel set off the iron framework. Heat emanated from the structure in pleasant waves. It was a pleasure to cook on it, and it took some skill to keep the firebox dampened down or opened up enough to regulate the stove-top and oven.
Cole, his flaming hair trimmed above his ears and coiffed carefully on top, was short and comfortably round. Not fat by any stretch of the imagination, but with a plump can and a solid body he kept in shape through an addiction to swimming that still brought him the occasional medal in amateur competitions.
Just under his breath, Cole was singing. A Christmas carol.
“Do you ever get jealous of Andreas fucking around on you?” Sam blurted out to his back.
Cole stopped singing but didn’t even turn around as he answered. “No, honey. No, not at all. We get along so well, you know that, and he loves me to death. He never does anything behind my back.”
Sam approached with the armful of firewood, trembling a little, truthfully shocked and surprised and confused. But jealous? He wasn’t sure about that. He did feel a little foolish and sad.
He stacked the wood in the bin beside the stove as Cole turned to look at him. “Isn’t that what matters most? Love and all? It’s not that easy to find, or keep. What’s going on? Oh, yeah, did you stumble on a little bit of shenanigans out in the woodshed? Andreas told me Jimmy likes to take it up the ass out there, in the woods, or by the pond. My horny boyfriend has banged that sweet little butt nearly every day since he got here.”
Sam turned away quickly so Cole couldn’t see his flaming face. He wasn’t sure what he felt, but it wasn’t all that great. Love? He couldn’t say he’d fallen in love with Jimmy, but it had come damn close to something like that.
“Yeah. I did get a quick glance at cock going up ass. No big deal. Quite hot in fact. They didn’t see me so don’t go telling Andreas about it,” he quickly added.
“No worries, honey. I know you’re a bit shy about that kind of stuff. I’ll hear all about it later anyway. Andreas is good about the details. And I get to suck him off while he talks about it…”
Cole rambled on for some time, seemingly oblivious to Sam’s silence. The brown-haired banker busied himself at the counter dicing and slicing and trying not to recall the image of that giant black cock reaming the snug pink asshole, the asshole he’d been pounding every night.
Cole’s inane chatter actually managed to soothe him after a while. By the time the other two came into the kitchen asking about lunch, he felt as if he had his emotions under control. Under tight control.
Andreas kissed his cheek and patted his ass, and he didn’t mind at all. Jimmy grinned and winked at him, and he smiled back quite sincerely. The blond’s bright blue eyes and merry personality remained, intact and as attractive as ever. Sam chose to ignore any complicated questions, for now.
The first arrivals came early and the party got off to a heady start ahead of schedule. It was just as well. Sam was glad to be kept busy. A mix of friends, acquaintances and some strangers trickled in during the late afternoon hours and into the evening. Cole sparkled as brightly as the ornaments and decorations lining the log walls as he played the perfect host. Andreas towered over the guests as he kept everyone well-watered and well-fed.
Jimmy did his part too. Sam watched him out of the corner of his eye, naturally seeing him differently now. He was amazingly like Cole. For the first time, Sam realized how much that fact had counted in the attraction he’d had for the blond.
It was almost ten and the party was in full swing, the music growing more boisterous and half a dozen of the guests dancing in front of the roaring fire while others danced in the kitchen or hallway, when Sam slipped away.
He closed the bedroom door, blocking out most of the clamor from the party, and lay face down on his bed. He realized he was tired, almost exhausted. He’d been busy since the crack of dawn and it felt good to lie down for a bit. Just a moment or two, he rationalized.
He tried to avoid any thoughts about Jimmy but they quickly intruded. Did he want a relationship with Jimmy like the one Cole and Andreas shared? Honestly, no. That admission made him sad.
The bedroom door opened. The noise from the party entered, and then was cut off as the door was shut. He didn’t bother turning his head to see if it was Jimmy approaching the bed.
It wasn’t. The firm body that settled over him was lean and very long. Andreas.
“Hey, sweetheart. A little tired of all the commotion? It’s getting wild out there.”
Andreas chuckled as he squeezed his knees between Sam’s and pushed his thighs apart, smacking his muscular butt with a gentle swat. “Damn fine butt, my friend. Damn fine. When are you going to finally give it up for me?”
Andreas pressed his crotch into Sam’s ass. Sam felt the stiff pipe Andreas hefted throbbing against his crack even with their clothes still on.
The image from earlier in the day reared up in his mind: Jimmy’s white ass taking that big black cock deep.
“You get plenty of ass, even with that monster dick of yours frightening away the timid ones. Why do you want mine?” Sam had to ask.
“Because you’ve got a damn hot ass,” the retired jock replied with a snicker. He lowered his face and whispered in Sam’s ear. “You know why, buddy. You’re special. Real special. We love you, pal.”
Sam felt tears welling up. “I love you guys too. You know that.”
“So make us happy, now, sweetie, and spread your legs for Big Daddy Bone.”
They both laughed, although Sam’s laughter was a little choked with the tears on his cheeks.
He was crying! That was totally unexpected. Andreas licked at the tears and crooned in his ear. “You’re so damn special. Me and Cole just love you to pieces. I don’t care if I never get to fuck this sweet ass, honestly, as long as you keep on being our best little buddy.”
Sam found himself squirming out of his pants, pushing them down along with his underwear, the weight of Andreas on top of him no impediment in his irresistible urge to feel that pulsing cock against his bare ass.
“My oh my! I guess I’m getting an extra Christmas present,” Andreas whispered as he helped drag down Sam’s clothes and squirmed out of his own. With one hand flying, Sam yanked open the nightstand drawer and fished out lube and a condom.
Andreas laughed as he took the offering and rubbered up. Sam squirmed around under him, heaving up his muscular butt, gasping at the feel of all that thick flesh as it rubbed against his naked skin. He was suddenly so ferociously excited; he could feel his nervous hole pouting outward in lusty anticipation of what was to come.
“Here it is, sweetheart. You got to swallow it on your own, I can’t force it up there or it will hurt like hell… ooohhhhhh… yeah… that’s it!”
Sam reared up and back and grabbed hold of that apple-sized cock-head with his eager ass and just sucked it right in. The sensation was awesome. Pushing out and back, he gulped up the entire head and kept on going. He raised his hips up off the bed and wriggled his butt in circles, corkscrewing backward to swallow more and more cock— even though it seemed to be more than he’d ever taken. Ever in his life.
“Fuck, buddy! Fuck! You’re unbelievable,” Andreas groaned out.
They were in the midst of it when the door opened, the noise from the party intruding briefly, then abruptly ceasing as the door closed.
Sam really didn’t care who it was. Nothing was about to stop him from getting fucked! He squirmed around under Andreas like a wild man, driving up against the lean body, taking the cock deeper with every heave.
“Isn’t that sweet! The two hot studs I love most, having a great time at my New Year’s Eve party!”
It was Cole! A moment later, Sam felt the redhead’s warm, lush body sliding onto the bed beside them. He turned his head to gaze into the most beautiful green eyes.
“You’re making my big black boyfriend very happy tonight,” Cole murmured. His hand slid down to Sam’s ass and into his heaving crack. “Wow! I admire your talent, honey!”
Now Sam had to laugh. With tears drying on his face, he took that huge black cock up his ass and used one arm to pull Cole close and kiss his pretty pink lips.
They kissed while Andreas fucked his ass. It was amazing, truly amazing.
No thoughts of Jimmy intruded. He was totally into the moment. His best friend’s huge cock drove in and out of his willing asshole. His other best friend’s moist mouth sucked on his.
When Andreas pumped a load of cum deep into Sam, Cole kissed him deeply while he squirted his own load all over the bed. Sam didn’t know if he’d ever felt so thoroughly and satisfyingly fucked before.
“It’s New Year’s Eve, and we have a houseful of folks to entertain. Enough fucking and kissing,” Cole announced as he rose from the bed with a grin.
“Yes, sir!” Andreas replied, slower to rise and reluctant to abandon the ass he’d been dying to fuck for so long.
“Don’t worry, honey! That butt ain’t going nowhere. He’s a keeper. Isn’t that right, Sam?”
Sam rolled over to look up at his two best friends. They looked back at him with such honest affection that he felt tears welling up again.
“Yeah. For sure. I’m a keeper.”
The party welcomed them back into its chaotic embrace as if nothing dramatic had happened to alter Sam’s life. He managed to act as if that was true, until he found himself sharing a New Year’s Eve kiss at midnight with Cole and Andreas, all three of them in a warm embrace, oblivious to their surroundings.
Jimmy was nowhere to be seen. Most likely, his hungry white ass had a cock up it, welcoming in the New Year.
Sam wasn’t sure what would happen next. He imagined that he and Cole and Andreas would go on as best friends. He was sure of that much, and he was sure of the love he felt for them.