We Ended Up A Couple Of Pups On A Rug
I was thinking about that night that Mike and I put on the show for a couple of Prahran queens. I was cleaning up my wardrobe – yes, I know, once every few years – and I found the stretch shorts I was wearing that night. I still had them, they were forgotten in the back of the wardrobe, but there they were. White with ships anchors on them.
Jesus, when was that?
Mike and I were at uni and we’d been out to a gay bar in...? I fancied him something chronic, so I was trying my hardest to get him drunk – naively hopeful that I'd get into his pants. Big, boofie Mike. Where was it? Prahran? St Kilda? We were maggotted and out of money. We were hammered, staggering around a bit, if I remember rightly. Mike was keen to keep going, he didn't want to go home, he was that drunk boy enthusiastic to keep going, yeah! I wanted to take him home and try my luck, but he wanted to keep going, get up to some mischief.
We met Rob and Rob in Chapel Street, we passed them on the street and we caught their eye and turned back and said the two of us were cute.
"How cute?" said Mike? He winked at me, as though to say, here's a go.
I’d managed to get Mike out of his t-shirt, so he was just wearing jeans. It was a hot night, he looked sexy.
“Real cute,” said Rob 1. He ran his fingers down Mike’s chest. I could see that Mike was out of it enough to like glow with the attention.
The Rob’s were circling like they were homing in on pray. It was instinctual, the mating dance when they didn’t even know they were doing it.
“I’m Mike.” Mike has that hot masculinity about him that the name Mike just seems to fit. Mike started circling too, as he turned to introduce me. “This is my buddy Josh.”
“You two together?” asked Rob 2. We all seemed to turn in his direction.
“No,” I said.
“Yes,” said Mike. He rubbed my back, as if to say just go with it. I was a bit surprised and wondered why? Of course, I got excited at the thought too.
“You’re gay, hey?”
“Yes,” I said.
“No,” said Mike.
Rob 1 was salivating over Mike with that answer, I could see it. “What are you up too?” asked Rob 1. “Where are you headed?” He slipped his hand around Mike’s back, feeling Mike’s naked, sweaty skin.
“Where the party is,” said Mike. He kind of rubbed his back against Mike’s flat palm.
“Really?”
“Yep!”
“What kind of party are you looking for?”
We’d moved out of the punter’s way on the footpath, to the opening of a narrow side street, half in shadow.
“Well, we seem to have drunk all our money.” Mike shrugged and smiled. Was he flirting with Rob 1? ”So where looking for cash.” Mike looked from Rob 1 to Rob 2. They looked at each other, their predatory eyes were clearly in focus. ”Ha, ha. Means to party, shall we say,” said Mike enthusiastically.
“We can help you with…” Rob 1 looked at Rob 2 “means to party… but, what are you going to do for it?”
“Whatever it takes,” said Mike instantly.
“Whatever it takes?” Slow down Mike.
“Sure,” said Mike. He looked at me and then back at Rob 1. “We’re all adults here.”
Rob 2 laughed.
Rob 1 ran his hand up Mike’s chest and squeezed his nipple. “We sure are… aren’t we handsome.” Rob 1 squeezed Mike’s other nipple. “We’ve got cash if that’s what you want, but you and your hot gay buddy might have to do something for us.” He reached out and stroked my jaw. Then he held his hands in the air. “That would seem only fair.
“Sure.” Mike took me in a playful head lock. “We play well together.”
Steady on Mike, I think.
“I think wrestling,” said Rob 2.
“Yeah, great idea,” said Rob 1. “You can wrestle your buddy on our lounge room mat and we’ll watch.”
We can what?
“That doesn’t sound so hard,” said Mike. He turned to me and said it more as a question to me that a statement to the other two.
I nodded my head. Sure. Rob 1 you are a genius. Let me wrestle Mike any way you like. I think I was barring up at the thought.
“Two hundred dollars if you do more.” Rob 1 was looking Mike straight in the eyes giving his best deadly serious tone.
“What?” said Mike “Two hundred dollars for what?”
“Four hundred if you take directions,” said Rob 2.
They were wealthy somethingerothers, clearly. “Five hundred dollars for everything we tell you,” said Rob 1. He looked fiercely at Mike. He was completely turned on, I could see it. Sometime later, I would come to recognise why his pupils were so large and his face flushed red.
“Five hundred dollars doesn’t divide evenly,” said Mike, with his cheekiest smile plastered over his face. I wasn’t at all sure if Mike was really comprehending what was going on here.
“Hang on, what do we have to do?”
“Six hundred dollars,” said Rob 1. He leant in near to Mike and said quietly. “But, I’ll want the full show for that.”
“We accept,” said Mike.
He turned to me with a full alcohol infused idiot grin, as if to say, see there you go, I told you we’d get to keep partying.
“What?”
He put his arm around my neck again and kissed me on the head, rubbing my hair with his other hand.
“That’s so sweet,” said Rob 2.
The Rob’s BMW M5 was parked just nearby. We got in the back, of course.
Rob 2 turned around and said, “Here take these.” He handed us two white capsules.
“What are they?” I asked.
Mike punched my legs and motioned to just take them.
“What?”
“They’ll take your… um, nerves away,” said Rob 1.
Rob 1 handed us some water.
Mike took his straight down. I looked down at Rob 1’s open hand. I took mine nervously.
“They are just e’s,” said Rob 2. “They’ll just make you feel nice.”
Rob and Rob’s house was very cool, a renovated terrace.
Rob 1 put on music and adjusted the lighting.
Rob 2 did lines and then handed them to us. “Coke?”
Then Rob 1 was handing us small pieces of paper. “Chew these.”
We sat on one of the leather couches together. Mike nudged me several times as if to say, Get a load of this.
“Nice house,” I offered.
Rob 2 got drinks. He handed them to us. “Thanks,” said Rob 2. “You guys comfortable?”
Somehow, I felt safe with Rob 2, he seemed really nice. Kind of caring. Not that Rob 1 wasn’t, but he was more driven, possibly more drug affected. He seemed way more in control, determined, ready for fun.
“Stand up,” said Rob 1. So we both did. He rubbed his hands across Mike’s torso. “You’ve got a hot body, I guess you get told that a lot.”
“Yes.”
He rubbed his hands up Mike’s pec. “Nice chest too.” He played with Mike’s nipples. “I bet you get a lot of interest when you are out?”
“Sure.”
My head was starting to spin, kind of out of it. I could see Mike was too. Wow, I wasn’t sure how I felt. Horny, for sure. Mike was making me horny.
“Take your t-shirt off,” Rob 1 said to me.
I did.
“You’re mates got a hot body too.” Rob 1 rubbed my chest, as well as Mikes. “You two ever made out?”
“No,” I said.
“Yes,” said Mike.
I was surprised.
Rob 1 sat down on the couch with Rob 2. “So, what do you think they should do for their money.”
Rob 2 looked at us and then back at Rob 1. “Well, don’t you think they are a little over dressed for this time of the night?”
Rob 1 looked up at us and grinned broadly.
“What have you go on under there?”
“Huh?” I said.
“What have you got under your jeans?”
“Shorts.”
“Shorts.”
Rob 1 grinned. “Well, you heard him, take your jeans off.”
Mike looked at me. “You heard him.” He dropped his jeans to reveal his black shorts.
I dropped mine to reveal my anchor motif.
“Ah, a sailor boy,” said Rob 1.
“Nice legs,” said Rob 2.
“Nice bulge,” said Rob 1.
We threw our jeans on the couch.
“Spin around,” said Rob 1.
“Nice arses.”
We turned back to face them.
“Okay,” said Rob 1. “Make out.”
Mike and I looked at each other. I was so hot for him, amazingly so. My cock was stiffening, I could feel it. I looked at Mike’s bulge, which seemed like it was getting fuller and my cock went on the pump at the thought.
“Kiss,” said Rob 2.
“Yeah, kiss.”
Mike has the greatest lips. I kissed him tenderly. He kissed me back the same. He wrapped his arms around me and pulled me close as his tongue explored my mouth. His cock hardened up against me.
“Mike, lie on the rug on your back,” said Rob 1.”Josh, I want you to straddle him… crotch to crotch. You go sideways to Mike and rub your hot bulges together.
I can still feel Mike’s bulge in his black shorts as I straddled him in those sea-motif shorts, crotch to crotch in those hot queens terrace house in Prahran.
God, I've always loved that feeling. Mike took hold of my hips and we stared into each other’s eyes, as I felt Mike’s hardon rolling around against mine.
They wanted us to kiss and make out, as if we were lovers, in love. “Kiss him like you are in love,” Rob 2 said to Mike.
I kissed Mike long and hard and passionate and wet and lips and mouths and saliva and breath and tongues. We devoured each other.
The e’s were powerful.
They suggested taking our shorts off, off each of us, we played coy, they wanted us to...
“Show us what you’ve got.”
“No.”
“Don’t make us come over there.”
“You’re going to have to.”
Both Robs were on Mike, Rob 1 holding a bottle of amyl under Mike’s nose, telling him how hot he was, while Rob 2 pulled the leg of Mike’s shorts sideways and his thick cock and balls fell out.
As Mike’s face flushed red and his head obviously spun, Rob 2 took Mike’s cock in his hand and massaged it. He turned to me. “Come here and put it in your mouth, that’ll make him hard.”
It was hard by the time it got within licking distance of my lips. That first contact, that hard, fleshy, thick rod that slid into my mouth tasting slightly precumming at the tips, I’ll never forget. Or, how it fitting right down my throat until I was going to happily pass out on it. On my stomach impaled on it.
As I did, Rob 1 came around and slid my shorts off. He played with my raging hardon between my legs from behind with firm strokes, gripping tight. Pain and pleasure.
“On your knees.” I complied. And Rob 1 pulled my buzzing cock straight down between my legs. He pulled it out backwards. “Nice big cock, Josho.”
We were laying naked on the rug in front of the two of them, like baby boys in bassinets. They made us put our thumbs in our mouths and play with ourselves.
Each of them had our jocks, which they sniffed as we pulled ourselves in front of them.
Mike reached over and played with my cock. I reached over and played with his.
The Robs knelt in front of us and pulled on our hard cocks... as they sniffed our jocks, both as high as kites themselves by then.
“We want to make you boys cum,” said Rob 1.
“I want to see the cum come out of you,” said Rob 2.
Rob 1 masturbated Mike lovingly with both hands.
Rob 2 squeezed my balls as he pulled me off.
Mike shot a huge load and Rob 1 ate it off his hands.
I came like my body was going to shudder itself to pieces. Oh my god, electricity right through me, skull to toes, my cock was the only thing in existence as I creamed myself all of the lovely Rob 2.
I guess the two Robs were in their early thirties. Mike and I were young, twenty, twenty one.
They washed us afterwards, we had trouble standing up in the shower, but it was one of those centre of the bathroom types, very eighties now. They soaped us both up one by one, body wash, loofhas. I remember it feeling quite nice. I remember Mike liking it smashed off his brain. Rob 1 was fascinated with washing Mike’s arse and he spent a long time on it.
I remember them taking photos. Oh, could you imagine. How I’d like to see them now.
Jesus, the things you do, hey?
Jesus, when was that?
Mike and I were at uni and we’d been out to a gay bar in...? I fancied him something chronic, so I was trying my hardest to get him drunk – naively hopeful that I'd get into his pants. Big, boofie Mike. Where was it? Prahran? St Kilda? We were maggotted and out of money. We were hammered, staggering around a bit, if I remember rightly. Mike was keen to keep going, he didn't want to go home, he was that drunk boy enthusiastic to keep going, yeah! I wanted to take him home and try my luck, but he wanted to keep going, get up to some mischief.
We met Rob and Rob in Chapel Street, we passed them on the street and we caught their eye and turned back and said the two of us were cute.
"How cute?" said Mike? He winked at me, as though to say, here's a go.
I’d managed to get Mike out of his t-shirt, so he was just wearing jeans. It was a hot night, he looked sexy.
“Real cute,” said Rob 1. He ran his fingers down Mike’s chest. I could see that Mike was out of it enough to like glow with the attention.
The Rob’s were circling like they were homing in on pray. It was instinctual, the mating dance when they didn’t even know they were doing it.
“I’m Mike.” Mike has that hot masculinity about him that the name Mike just seems to fit. Mike started circling too, as he turned to introduce me. “This is my buddy Josh.”
“You two together?” asked Rob 2. We all seemed to turn in his direction.
“No,” I said.
“Yes,” said Mike. He rubbed my back, as if to say just go with it. I was a bit surprised and wondered why? Of course, I got excited at the thought too.
“You’re gay, hey?”
“Yes,” I said.
“No,” said Mike.
Rob 1 was salivating over Mike with that answer, I could see it. “What are you up too?” asked Rob 1. “Where are you headed?” He slipped his hand around Mike’s back, feeling Mike’s naked, sweaty skin.
“Where the party is,” said Mike. He kind of rubbed his back against Mike’s flat palm.
“Really?”
“Yep!”
“What kind of party are you looking for?”
We’d moved out of the punter’s way on the footpath, to the opening of a narrow side street, half in shadow.
“Well, we seem to have drunk all our money.” Mike shrugged and smiled. Was he flirting with Rob 1? ”So where looking for cash.” Mike looked from Rob 1 to Rob 2. They looked at each other, their predatory eyes were clearly in focus. ”Ha, ha. Means to party, shall we say,” said Mike enthusiastically.
“We can help you with…” Rob 1 looked at Rob 2 “means to party… but, what are you going to do for it?”
“Whatever it takes,” said Mike instantly.
“Whatever it takes?” Slow down Mike.
“Sure,” said Mike. He looked at me and then back at Rob 1. “We’re all adults here.”
Rob 2 laughed.
Rob 1 ran his hand up Mike’s chest and squeezed his nipple. “We sure are… aren’t we handsome.” Rob 1 squeezed Mike’s other nipple. “We’ve got cash if that’s what you want, but you and your hot gay buddy might have to do something for us.” He reached out and stroked my jaw. Then he held his hands in the air. “That would seem only fair.
“Sure.” Mike took me in a playful head lock. “We play well together.”
Steady on Mike, I think.
“I think wrestling,” said Rob 2.
“Yeah, great idea,” said Rob 1. “You can wrestle your buddy on our lounge room mat and we’ll watch.”
We can what?
“That doesn’t sound so hard,” said Mike. He turned to me and said it more as a question to me that a statement to the other two.
I nodded my head. Sure. Rob 1 you are a genius. Let me wrestle Mike any way you like. I think I was barring up at the thought.
“Two hundred dollars if you do more.” Rob 1 was looking Mike straight in the eyes giving his best deadly serious tone.
“What?” said Mike “Two hundred dollars for what?”
“Four hundred if you take directions,” said Rob 2.
They were wealthy somethingerothers, clearly. “Five hundred dollars for everything we tell you,” said Rob 1. He looked fiercely at Mike. He was completely turned on, I could see it. Sometime later, I would come to recognise why his pupils were so large and his face flushed red.
“Five hundred dollars doesn’t divide evenly,” said Mike, with his cheekiest smile plastered over his face. I wasn’t at all sure if Mike was really comprehending what was going on here.
“Hang on, what do we have to do?”
“Six hundred dollars,” said Rob 1. He leant in near to Mike and said quietly. “But, I’ll want the full show for that.”
“We accept,” said Mike.
He turned to me with a full alcohol infused idiot grin, as if to say, see there you go, I told you we’d get to keep partying.
“What?”
He put his arm around my neck again and kissed me on the head, rubbing my hair with his other hand.
“That’s so sweet,” said Rob 2.
The Rob’s BMW M5 was parked just nearby. We got in the back, of course.
Rob 2 turned around and said, “Here take these.” He handed us two white capsules.
“What are they?” I asked.
Mike punched my legs and motioned to just take them.
“What?”
“They’ll take your… um, nerves away,” said Rob 1.
Rob 1 handed us some water.
Mike took his straight down. I looked down at Rob 1’s open hand. I took mine nervously.
“They are just e’s,” said Rob 2. “They’ll just make you feel nice.”
Rob and Rob’s house was very cool, a renovated terrace.
Rob 1 put on music and adjusted the lighting.
Rob 2 did lines and then handed them to us. “Coke?”
Then Rob 1 was handing us small pieces of paper. “Chew these.”
We sat on one of the leather couches together. Mike nudged me several times as if to say, Get a load of this.
“Nice house,” I offered.
Rob 2 got drinks. He handed them to us. “Thanks,” said Rob 2. “You guys comfortable?”
Somehow, I felt safe with Rob 2, he seemed really nice. Kind of caring. Not that Rob 1 wasn’t, but he was more driven, possibly more drug affected. He seemed way more in control, determined, ready for fun.
“Stand up,” said Rob 1. So we both did. He rubbed his hands across Mike’s torso. “You’ve got a hot body, I guess you get told that a lot.”
“Yes.”
He rubbed his hands up Mike’s pec. “Nice chest too.” He played with Mike’s nipples. “I bet you get a lot of interest when you are out?”
“Sure.”
My head was starting to spin, kind of out of it. I could see Mike was too. Wow, I wasn’t sure how I felt. Horny, for sure. Mike was making me horny.
“Take your t-shirt off,” Rob 1 said to me.
I did.
“You’re mates got a hot body too.” Rob 1 rubbed my chest, as well as Mikes. “You two ever made out?”
“No,” I said.
“Yes,” said Mike.
I was surprised.
Rob 1 sat down on the couch with Rob 2. “So, what do you think they should do for their money.”
Rob 2 looked at us and then back at Rob 1. “Well, don’t you think they are a little over dressed for this time of the night?”
Rob 1 looked up at us and grinned broadly.
“What have you go on under there?”
“Huh?” I said.
“What have you got under your jeans?”
“Shorts.”
“Shorts.”
Rob 1 grinned. “Well, you heard him, take your jeans off.”
Mike looked at me. “You heard him.” He dropped his jeans to reveal his black shorts.
I dropped mine to reveal my anchor motif.
“Ah, a sailor boy,” said Rob 1.
“Nice legs,” said Rob 2.
“Nice bulge,” said Rob 1.
We threw our jeans on the couch.
“Spin around,” said Rob 1.
“Nice arses.”
We turned back to face them.
“Okay,” said Rob 1. “Make out.”
Mike and I looked at each other. I was so hot for him, amazingly so. My cock was stiffening, I could feel it. I looked at Mike’s bulge, which seemed like it was getting fuller and my cock went on the pump at the thought.
“Kiss,” said Rob 2.
“Yeah, kiss.”
Mike has the greatest lips. I kissed him tenderly. He kissed me back the same. He wrapped his arms around me and pulled me close as his tongue explored my mouth. His cock hardened up against me.
“Mike, lie on the rug on your back,” said Rob 1.”Josh, I want you to straddle him… crotch to crotch. You go sideways to Mike and rub your hot bulges together.
I can still feel Mike’s bulge in his black shorts as I straddled him in those sea-motif shorts, crotch to crotch in those hot queens terrace house in Prahran.
God, I've always loved that feeling. Mike took hold of my hips and we stared into each other’s eyes, as I felt Mike’s hardon rolling around against mine.
They wanted us to kiss and make out, as if we were lovers, in love. “Kiss him like you are in love,” Rob 2 said to Mike.
I kissed Mike long and hard and passionate and wet and lips and mouths and saliva and breath and tongues. We devoured each other.
The e’s were powerful.
They suggested taking our shorts off, off each of us, we played coy, they wanted us to...
“Show us what you’ve got.”
“No.”
“Don’t make us come over there.”
“You’re going to have to.”
Both Robs were on Mike, Rob 1 holding a bottle of amyl under Mike’s nose, telling him how hot he was, while Rob 2 pulled the leg of Mike’s shorts sideways and his thick cock and balls fell out.
As Mike’s face flushed red and his head obviously spun, Rob 2 took Mike’s cock in his hand and massaged it. He turned to me. “Come here and put it in your mouth, that’ll make him hard.”
It was hard by the time it got within licking distance of my lips. That first contact, that hard, fleshy, thick rod that slid into my mouth tasting slightly precumming at the tips, I’ll never forget. Or, how it fitting right down my throat until I was going to happily pass out on it. On my stomach impaled on it.
As I did, Rob 1 came around and slid my shorts off. He played with my raging hardon between my legs from behind with firm strokes, gripping tight. Pain and pleasure.
“On your knees.” I complied. And Rob 1 pulled my buzzing cock straight down between my legs. He pulled it out backwards. “Nice big cock, Josho.”
We were laying naked on the rug in front of the two of them, like baby boys in bassinets. They made us put our thumbs in our mouths and play with ourselves.
Each of them had our jocks, which they sniffed as we pulled ourselves in front of them.
Mike reached over and played with my cock. I reached over and played with his.
The Robs knelt in front of us and pulled on our hard cocks... as they sniffed our jocks, both as high as kites themselves by then.
“We want to make you boys cum,” said Rob 1.
“I want to see the cum come out of you,” said Rob 2.
Rob 1 masturbated Mike lovingly with both hands.
Rob 2 squeezed my balls as he pulled me off.
Mike shot a huge load and Rob 1 ate it off his hands.
I came like my body was going to shudder itself to pieces. Oh my god, electricity right through me, skull to toes, my cock was the only thing in existence as I creamed myself all of the lovely Rob 2.
I guess the two Robs were in their early thirties. Mike and I were young, twenty, twenty one.
They washed us afterwards, we had trouble standing up in the shower, but it was one of those centre of the bathroom types, very eighties now. They soaped us both up one by one, body wash, loofhas. I remember it feeling quite nice. I remember Mike liking it smashed off his brain. Rob 1 was fascinated with washing Mike’s arse and he spent a long time on it.
I remember them taking photos. Oh, could you imagine. How I’d like to see them now.
Jesus, the things you do, hey?
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