Our Summer Weekend off - A movie!HBAMF PWP tale part one of two
Title: Our Summer Weekend off - Saturday
Pairing: movie!HBAMF
Rating: very much NC17
Word Count: 12000 (omg, so many words for sex…)
Written for two long prompts at ateam_prompts
First this one:
http://ateam-prompts.livejournal.com/19117.html?replyto=15741357
It's just such a beautiful day outside, and it got me thinking. Maybe our boys like to cool down by having some fun at their home? Pool and garden, long grass and patio chair with parasol. No neighbours = ORGY. Right?
Let's see, bonus points for:
- All the boys involved.
- Murdock at the BBQ
- Getting a bit drunk on ice-cold beers
- The use of ice-cubes on sensitive necks, throats and various other *ahem* areas. (I covered that in another fill)
- Face reluctant to join in at first because he's busy working on his tan
- Boss not having any swimming trunks and having to wander around naked. *grin*
- BA in Crocs. (IDK why I find that awesome, but I do)
Super bonus points for:
- Murdock and Hannibal fucking in the pool. (My first-born to the author if Murdock's topping!)
- BA/Hannibal somehow breaking one of the plastic loungers fucking Face/Murdock into it with everything they've got. *grin*
- Everyone getting a go with everyone else. So H-BAMF giant combo orgy fun.
And the other prompt: http://ateam-prompts.livejournal.com/19117.html?thread=15753645#t15753645
I have GIF of Liam completely naked and running through a garden and...well...can I just be the first to say HNNNNNNGGGGHHHHHHH.
So I'm warning you now. If you don't want to see Liam Neeson's ridiculously large cock, do not click this link.
LINK: http://tripnight.tumblr.com/post/44913155047/liam-neeson-under-suspicion
So after seeing this I'm prompting a scene where Hannibal - or Liam if you're up to it - has to run stark naked for any reason. Skinny dipping seems an obvious idea but I leave it to the author's imagination.
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AN: Not sure if I got the “drunk” bit right but I tried!
Thanks so very much loves_books for the beta.
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Face’s POV
“Come on Facey, don’t just lie there! The water is awesome and so is the Bossman!” Murdock gestures at me wildly and the Boss grins, dozing lazily in the large pool on an air mattress, both naked.
I shake my head, enjoying the sun way too much on my patio chair, finally getting a proper tan, without white thighs or a stupid pale ass. My dick loves the sun too and it’s just so wonderful to relax and do nothing at all for a while, especially this early in the day.
When I crack my eyes open next, having tried to ignore the water fight and throaty laughter from the Boss and the loud, playful screeches from one of Murdock’s personalities, all I see is dark, strong calves, leading down to ankles I love to hold during love making, to feet that are stuck in bright yellow crocs.
I drowsily smile, remembering BA’s explanation why he’s wearing these ridiculous colourful pieces when he doesn’t have to wear combat boots. A gift from a bunch of teenagers after helping them fix their first car. Of course.
The feet in the crocs turn towards me and something ice cold is pressed against my shoulder. I startle a little then blink up at BA and take the beer gratefully even though it isa bit early for beer, especially on an empty stomach except for coffee. But since we’re on a well deserved weekend off, who cares?
I clink my bottle against Bosco’s after he’s settled down in the chair beside me, also naked as on the day he was born. I envy the colour of his skin. He never has to worry about a tan. He looks gorgeous like this, already glistening with sweat from our early morning run.
My dick twitches and BA chuckles beside me, “Thought you said you ain’t interested at least until noon, pretty boy?”
“I’m not. Tanning here,” And I manage to hold the cold bottle against my balls but curse instantly. BA snickers and I have to take a long swig to get over the absolute torture I just put myself through.
“Bosco, you wanna join!?” Murdock calls loudly and I’m grateful that there aren’t any neighbours in the immediate area.
“Na, not yet.” BA salutes towards the pool but lays a possessive hand on my thigh. I groan inwardly but thanks to my attack with the bottle my dick stays down. I do need that tan after all, don’t I?
Murdock gives up on us and swims towards Hannibal on the mattress. They start kissing wildly, hands in each other’s hair, holding on. I can see from here how hungry their kiss is and within seconds the Colonel’s huge shaft stands proud and very erect even without Murdock’s hands anywhere near it.
I swallow and BA grumbles, “damnit” under his breath but stays where he is, just starting to rub my thigh. I exchange my empty bottle with a full one from the cooler, deciding to enjoy the show from afar.
“Murdock or the Boss?” I ask drowsily.
“Bossman.” BA grunts.
„Wanna bet?“
„Sure man.“
„Na. HM,“ I state, absolutely convinced.
“Five?”
“’kay. Five.” We clasp hands to seal the deal. I let mine fall onto BA’s thigh and we go back to peacefully enjoying the show our colonel and pilot are about to give us in the warm morning sun.
They have stopped the kiss by now and Murdock licks his way down the Boss’ long, lean body. I sigh, gulping down more of the beer, licking my lips. BA’s hand makes its way up towards the junction of my leg and stomach.
Hannibal isn’t moving except pulling his knees up a little and arching his head back when HM finally reaches his destination, engulfing the large shaft with his mouth and, I can guess from experience, starts sucking expertly. My damn greedy dick does twitch yet again. BA sniggers and out of the corner of my eye I can see that he isn’t unaffected either from the action, dark cock rising slightly.
I can see how one of Murdock’s hands moves between Hannibal’s ass cheeks while the Colonel’s large fist firmly massages his own balls and the base of his cock, back bent, balancing on the unsteady mattress. Murdock steers them to the edge of the pool where the Boss can hold onto the edge.
With Murdock still in the water they’re going at it like horny animals now. Their loud greedy noises assault our ears and my fist has had a mind of its own and wrapped itself around a straining, leaking Bosco-cock, thumb pressing into that wonderfully slippery slit. BA’s skilled fingers draw circles around and into my belly button, my fully awake cock straining wantonly towards them. But I might come from the sight in front of us alone, my hand starting a slow up and down motion on BA’s powerful dick.
The Boss is completely gone, nothing left of his normal coolness, nothing of his manliness. He’s putty in Murdock’s hands and mouth, moaning and groaning unashamedly. And it turns me on beyond reason. According to the uncoordinated, fast movements of his hips and the gasps of, “HM…fuck…yeah…deeper…” he’ll spill his very tasty load into Murdock’s talented throat any second now and I feel a tiny bit jealous. I have to have them too today.
But not yet.
“James! Come on! He needs it!” I yell, toasting towards the couple, emptying my third bottle of ice cold beer, feeling a bit dizzy in my head already. Must be the sun and hmmm Bosco’s fist, that has finally found its way around my aching member.
I can see, since Hannibal bent his leg towards his stomach, how Murdock has four fingers up the Boss’ ass and an odd mewling sound escapes my mouth. BA bends over and puts his thumb into it and I start sucking with abandon thrusting my hips wildly into our mechanic’s fist, determined to come together with John. My eyes are glued to the couple just a few meters away from us.
“Get off.” Hannibal suddenly yells, “Wanna. Shower. You.”
Murdock does as he’s told, letting go with a slurp, coaxing Hannibal’s orgasm out of him, holding his face right into the spurts of semen that fly out of our Boss’ beautifully large cock.
I come too. The sight is way too much for me.
“You liked that pretty boy?” A very husky Bosco murmurs into my ear and I’m suddenly aware that I hadn’t moved at all to bring him off, totally fixated on the scene in front of us.
Am I drunk already? Fuzzy fuzzy mind…hmmm climax…what a wonderful relaxing feeling. My balls stop aching and after a few moments I manage a nod, remembering BA’s question.
Hannibal and Murdock scramble onto the fresh, lush lawn, droplets of water decorating their beautiful, tempting bodies. I swallow, taking yet another sip from a new bottle.
Murdock’s still so very hard. I can feel how much it must hurt.
The Boss does something he very rarely does and I grin even though I feel all mushy inside and as though my brain isn’t really working.
But I’m gonna win my bet since John pulls himself into a ball and to complete their show for us, wriggles his hips oh so very invitingly towards our pilot.
“Shit,” BA mumbles and I chuckle when Murdock sinks into the Boss with a totally blissed out expression on his handsome face.
“Fuck,” I mutter and manage to go on all fours on the flimsy patio chair, an unspoken invitation for Bosco.
“At your service, pretty boy,” BA mumbles before he starts to passionately lick my already eagerly twitching hole. I swallow and lock eyes with Murdock who has turned his head towards us while driving furiously into the Boss.
I lick my lips and so does he. It’s a silent promise for later. Right now I feel like exploding - but in a good way - when BA buries his favourite tool right into me up to the hilt, knowing what I need right now.
“Yeaaah…Give me… everything you’ve got, Bosco.” I gasp and start to fondle my flat dick. He swats my hand away and massages it with his callused palm. I groan at the double sensation.
On the lawn, John has turned his head towards us and I love the sweat that’s gathering on his temples and forehead now, the droplets of water all evaporated on his hot skin. He opens his eyes, and while the wild thrusts into him make him rock back and forwards, he mouths, “love you guys.”
I press back onto BA’s wonderfully pulsing cock, changing the angle, make him hit my prostrate, clenching my muscles expertly around that arousing tool.
“Loveyouall.” I slur, “Fuck,Bosco,more! Need. More!” And my view of the couple near the pool completely blurs when BA truly goes for it. His harsh gasps mingle with Murdock’s, who starts howling and yelling mixed with the Boss’ own wild curses.
“Gonna come, hell yeah, gonna…fuuuckkk!!!”
BA’s hot semen inside of me makes me see stars and I barely realise Murdock falling over, collapsing onto the Boss just when I collapse too, burying BA’s skilful hand beneath my stomach, semen everywhere. Inside of me, beneath me. Hole twitching and grasping and not wanting to let go of the very welcome intruder.
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“Up. Faceman. Move.”
“Hm?”
“Baby, you with us again?”
“What?”
Something hurts slightly and I have butterflies in my head.
Gentle hands try to pull me in different directions and I actually don’t want to move. I feel the loss of huge cock inside of me and that’s sad.
“Pretty boy, move, we broke the chair.”
“Hm?” I finally manage to get my eyes open. Must have blacked out. All three of my lovers hover around me, staring at me, hands trying to pull me up, soothe me. The smell of semen and beer and burned meat mingles in the air.
“What the fuck happened?” I try to come into a kneeling position, but something pokes painfully into my hip and thigh. Finally Hannibal and BA pull me up while Murdock runs for the Barbecue.
I stare at the floor and start to giggle drunkenly. We really broke that fucking patio chair.
“Hm that was a hell of a fuck, Bosco.”
“It was.” BA wraps me into his arms and kisses me madly until I’m pulled away from him and into the Boss’ arms, his tongue now deep inside my mouth, body flush against mine. Everything sticky with come.
Suddenly something even more sticky is poured over me and I hear BA yell, “Murdock, what the hell?!” And the chase starts across the highly grown lawn.
“I love when a plan of a weekend off comes together,” John whispers into my ear when he pulls me against his chest with my back towards him, strong arms possessively around me.
We lock hands on my stomach, watching the other two run naked, but with crocs on, (Murdock’s are bright pink) across the large property. I only manage to nod, feeling all dizzy and mushy, and recognize because of the smell that the sticky stuff between us is not only semen but barbecue sauce and ketchup. I don’t care in my mellow state and neither does John.
I reach for the window sill and snatch a cigar I put there earlier, light it and give it to Hannibal.
He inhales deeply, sighing gratefully. Then he asks, “You won your bet, eltee?”
I grin and nod, “You enjoyed it, I imagine?”
I try to look my Boss in the eye and he smiles back at me, “You have no idea, baby.” We kiss, but then he breaks it and says, “Next is you.”
I raise my eyebrow, “Top or bottom?”
Hannibal drags at his cigar and mutters, “I haven’t decided yet.”
And we both chuckle, watching Murdock, who’s now up a tree, waving the ketchup bottle at BA. The big guy climbs after him, colorful crocs gleaming in the sun, glued to his feet.
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A warm breath ghosts over my ear and the side of my neck, “Wanna try the pool? Water is really warm…” I feel something poke against my ass cheek. I lay my head back onto the Boss’ strong shoulder, sighing heavily, stroking his forearms.
“What are you, Boss? A sex machine?” I chuckle and turn slightly, trying to catch his eye.
He grins at me and kisses me hungrily, his hand wandering down to cradle my balls carefully in his large hand. “Maybe…” he murmurs and devours me some more, agile tongue exploring my mouth thoroughly and I turn in his arms to give as good as I get, grabbing for his hair and his ass, pressing our half hard cocks together.
“…or maybe you have to stick that awesome cock of yours somewhere else then a hot mouth?” I massage said cock, and it grows miraculously fast in my hand and I sigh.
I want him.
God, how much I want him.
I can’t believe after the fuck I just had with BA that I’m ready to go again so soon. Must be the alcohol or the sun…but then, the Boss is ready too.
“You seem to be a sex machine as well, Temp.” He whispers lazily into my mouth. Our hands roam across our bodies, fisting our cocks.
Suddenly he stops and I blink my eyes open drowsily and a bit disappointed. “What?”
“You smell like a steak.”
I sniff and giggle somehow stupidly, “So do you.” And I take his hand and, like kids, we run and jump into the deep end of the pool, not letting go of each other.
I dive until I reach the far end of the pool, Hannibal right at my heels, trying to beat me to the goal but I’m faster. I burst with laughter when I come up, shaking my hair wildly, letting the droplets of water fly. He assaults me with a kiss the moment he surfaces. I stagger on the slippery tiles and together we crash into the water again.
He doesn’t let go of my mouth and the underwater kiss lasts for as long as we don’t need any oxygen. We gasp and gulp for air after a few moments, resurfacing, at the same time we try to bite each others’ wet shoulders, laughing.
“Hey sex machine,” he growls into my ear but I shake my head. The water was clearly too cold for my poor dick.
Hannibal realizes it too but as he presses closer, I feel the evidence that he doesn’t suffer the same problem.
“You looked so delicious when BA fucked you, baby.”
I grin, “So did you, you make a great bottom, Boss.” I wink at him but he propels me around, rubbing his enormous dick wantonly between my ass cheeks under the surface.
“Only once a day, my dear boy,” I love the playfulness in his voice.
I chuckle and widen my stance willingly in the shallow water that just reaches to our hips. I grip the edge of the pool tight, expecting the first thrust to go all the way up to my brain.
But Hannibal uses his fingers instead, all gentle and careful despite his somewhat rough tone.
“You’re the perfect bottom, baby. Look how open and soft you are...hhmmm…”
Hannibal licks the water off my back very slowly, nuzzles his nose into my wet hair line. “I love you, Temp,” he whispers and I sigh, never getting tired of hearing it. His large fingers scissor my channel, drawing out agonisingly slow, pressing in the same torturing inch by inch.
“Boss…” I growl, letting my head hang, supporting myself on my elbows on the edge of the pool, widening my stance even more. Hannibal’s hard on is poking demandingly against my thigh.
“Bosco’s juice is still inside of you, baby. Jesus that’s hot,” he gasps against my neck and circles his fingers lazily, finding my prostate and stroking oh so very slowly across it and a loud, mewling sound escapes my mouth. His other hand, that had tweaked my nipples before, slides down to check on my cock.
“Yes!” I hiss and wriggle my hips, impaling myself more on the intruding digits.
“Want me to fuck you hard and fast?” he asks, stopping all his movements, “Or make love to you nice and slow?”
I let out a long breath and try to look at him. He locks gazes with me and smiles. “Love?”
I nod, “I’ve had hard and fast already.” I manage to get my hand onto his stubbly cheek and caress him tenderly. “Love me, John.”
“Everything you want, kid.” We kiss gentle for a few moments, necks straining in this awkward position. His fingers are already making love to me.
“Your cock, Boss, please.” I stop the kiss and reach for his wrist to pull out his fingers. Too bad the water cleaned all of BA’s semen off before I can put them into my mouth.
Hannibal groans. He nudges his wide cock head against my open entry as soon as I suck his fingers into my mouth. I must have a finger fixation. I squeeze my eyes shut when he finally presses through my loosened ring of muscles. BA did such an amazing job at opening me up for the Boss.
“Oh Face! Oh God!”
I can feel how much effort it is for him to not come immediately. I bet he’s grabbing his balls when he stands motionless, breathing raggedly into my ear.
He pulls his fingers out of my mouth and starts to stroke my flanks. Up and down and up and down. Not moving his dick. I smile, happy that I’m still such a turn on for him. “Love you.” I gasp, trembling myself. Having his cock head inside of me just so makes my whole body quiver. We stand like that for a few moments. Adjusting, calming down, not wanting to rush things.
My eyes are closed, to concentrate on my lover’s hands and mouth and oversized cock.
Suddenly I hear swift footsteps and something is pressed against my lips.
“Holy fuck!” John exclaims behind me and several things happen at once. He presses into me, still careful as he promised. He also fists my dick hard while the something against my lips nudges hard to get them opened up. Of course I recognize Murdock’s sweet, slender cock, the unique taste of his precome and I let my tongue slip out, circling around his cock head expertly, tasting Hannibal there from earlier. I hum with appreciation.
“Oh Facey!” HM sighs, shuffling closer on his knees in front of me. I grab for his balls and cradle them, rolling, already halfway gone from the Boss’ wonderfully slow in and out strokes, his laboured gasps against my neck.
Out of the corner of my eye I see BA approaching Murdock and without any words needed he slips his dark tool between our pilot’s lips. Hannibal must have watched that too because he suddenly slams into me with a cursed, “FUCK!”
I can’t help but snigger with Murdock’s hard on inside my mouth. We are such a bunch of perverts. No wonder we work so well together.
“Bossman, he open enough for ya?” BA asks hoarsely, grabbing Murdock’s hair and trying to not rut too hard into the pilot’s hot cavern.
Murdock’s cock pulses against the back of my mouth at those words and I squeeze my inner muscles as expertly as I can.
“You have no idea, big guy.” Hannibal’s voice almost brings me over the edge. So much need and love and arousal in it.
“Fuck me now, Boss.” I let go of Murdock’s cock for a second. “Nice ‘n slow is overrated.”
I grab for Hannibal’s ass with one hand and impale myself mercilessly onto my possession, swirling my tongue around Murdock’s still growing dick, hearing the greedy noise he makes, sucking the big guy, his hand grabbing my hair painfully and I love it.
There are moans and water splashing and harsh gasps for several moments. The Boss is buried to the hilt inside of me, nudging my pleasure nub with tiny, tiny movements and I moan around Murdock’s cock, make it vibrate.
BA and Hannibal start to curse almost at the same time. Hannibal is fisting me so blissfully tight underwater it drives tears of pleasure to my eyes; he licks them away while hungrily driving into me, “Temp, oh shit Temp, fuck oh fuckkk…”
Bosco howls like an alpha wolf when he comes into Murdock’s mouth. The pilot greedily swallows just as he comes for me as well. I let go of his cock and just like the Boss earlier, let the spurts of bittersweet Murdock semen bathe my face.
My own orgasm’s hitting me so hard again, I’d have fallen if not for our leader’s strong arms around me, his hot, still pulsing cock inside. His palm is not stroking my dick anymore but holding it gently, knowing how supersensitive I get after climaxing twice in such a short time.
BA collapses on all the meadow flowers, pulling Murdock with him as he does.
I let the Boss slip out of me and turn to kiss him yet again, even though I feel exhausted to the bones.
He changes from kissing to licking Murdock’s come off my face and throat. “God, what you guys do to an old guy like me…” He sighs and looks at me affectionately, sliding his callused hands over my back, tracing the scars he knows are there.
“Same you do to us, Bossman.” Murdock and BA join us in the water and we end up in a big team hug, gentle, exhausted kissing sealing our bond yet again until someone’s stomach growls very loudly. Turns out to be mine.
Murdock pecks me on the cheek, “We’ve still got steak for breakfast.” I frown but he pulls me out of the water, tossing me his towel, bright pink to go with his crocs. “Don’t worry, Face, I’ve got chicken breast for your diet. I put it in your Muesli.”
I groan and BA and Hannibal are barely able to suppress their sniggering.
As we sit down at the breakfast table, not bothering with shorts, leaving the other two to swim their lengths in the pool, he whispers, handing me my coffee mug, full of my favourite steamy liquid, “I’ve prepared something special for them too.” And he lifts the lid from a plate of steaks, grinning in a predatory way at me. I glance at it and it bursts out of me and I can’t stop laughing.
There’s chocolate cream and yam and honey on them.
We fist bump and share a swift kiss across the table.
The Muesli with chicken even isn’t so bad.
“It’s nice to have a summer weekend off.” He states with his mouth full and I nod, satisfied, and watch our two lovers climb out of the pool in all their very different glory.
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Saturday Night
More Face’s POV
After the exhausting experiments from Saturday morning, we spent most of the day lazing around. The Boss had brought one of his enormous old books, he and Murdock reading it simultaneously, laying together on a blanket.
BA couldn’t help but fidget with an antique antic motor bike.
I finally could take care of my tan, with a little interruption at noon when I suddenly woke from my nap with my dick buried deeply inside of my best buddy and very inventive lover.
Murdock had tied our bodies together at the hips with a silky scarf.
Anyway, it’s dark now and we’ve had lots of cold beers and some Tequila shots, a blue labelled bottle of Johnny Walker going from hand to hand. We’re beyond caring for unnecessary things like glasses.
The poker games were going on all evening and I’ve won most of them, not even cheating. They accused me of it but couldn’t prove it because I didn’t - until now.
Hannibal has just stated in a slurred voice, “I’m…I’m gonna run the …f…full round of that stupid garden…n…naked if you’ll..l… lose, Temple…Templeton.”
I can’t believe the Boss is so far gone to not be able to speak properly. I feel a bit sorry for him but it’s also incredibly cute. The statement doesn’t make any sense at all either but both of my other lovers look at me expectantly, obviously wanting to see our well hung leader run as greedily as I do. I wink at them. Of course I’ll lose.
The game’s over and I’ve lost all my possessions, which were about fifty strawberries from the nearby field.
“Run!” Murdock climbs on his flimsy chair and starts chanting, “Run! Run, Bossman, run!” BA and I stand up beside him. I set my watch to measure the time then start clapping.
Hannibal gulps down another large sip of JW and then suddenly takes off. At first we only see his gorgeous backside, tanned, broad back and pale ass gleaming in the moonlight. I’m surprised at his speed in his drunken state though and the straight line he’s able to run.
But when he changes direction around a pine tree, all three of us gasp simultaneously.
“Shitto.” Murdock invents a new word and grabs our shoulders, jumping on the chair slightly.
I feel my mouth go dry and my dick stand to attention immediately because of the sight of our Colonel running stark nude through the half lit garden.
I mean I KNOW from my own fantastic experience that he’s huge, but seeing him run like that, his perfect cock swaying from side to side as he runs, hanging halfway down the length of his thighs, his balls enormous as well…
“Damnit.” BA gasps and our hands meet on Murdock’s tight ass. I see their cocks are drawn to their Colonel as much as mine.
“Faster!” I yell, my hand already finding its way around my dick to start pleasuring myself.
Murdock’s fingers dig into my neck, holding on for dear life and he breathes oddly through his nose like a horse.
Hannibal comes closer and closer and our combined admiration gets more strained with each step as he slows down. He’s fully hard when he collapses on the blanket and we are all over him the moment he sprawls on his back, completely out of breath, my time measuring forgotten.
“We love you, Boss,” I state before I’m on my knees at his left side and my tongue swipes across that taut flesh on display. It tastes as fantastic as it looks and that pulsing vein…
“Love you guys more,” he says, voice hoarse, making me look at him with his hand in my hair. And I see suddenly that he isn’t as drunk as he let us believe. He winks at me and I mouth “Liar” and we grin at each other.
Murdock has already started to caress the other side of Hannibal’s mega huge shaft with a flat tongue and BA crouches between the Boss’ legs, spoiling his big balls.
I don’t waste time and lean down again, careful not to bump heads with our pilot.
We lick and suck in unison just the way we know John loves. Our tongues meet at the crown, tips dipping into the moist slit, making our leader writhe beneath us with pleasure, his large hands grabbing for our dicks, pumping.
I hiss, feeling my climax approach way too fast when I fit that gigantic cock head into my mouth, Murdock working the whole shaft with his eager tongue and one fist. Saliva is dripping everywhere, mingled with pre come. John makes strangled noises between groaning and gasping and trying to grunt our names all jumbled together. It’s hard to take his vigorous thrusts but I love it all the same. I swallow and work my throat expertly.
And when I reach for Bosco’s hole, finger wet with saliva from around the Boss’ shaft, I’m willingly sharing it with Murdock too and we press in together.
The big guy bucks and does something very pleasant to our CO because Hannibal starts to pump his tasty load into my mouth. I suck some more then I’m letting it pop from my exhausted mouth and Murdock takes over.
I howl to the moon because Hannibal is jerking me off just right. My juice spurts all over his stomach and Murdock’s head.
BA doesn’t want us to touch his dick, wants to come on our fingers and at the sight in front of him alone. And he does, showering all of us spectacularly, leaving marks at the Boss’ thighs, he’s gripping so hard. Of course he could have fucked our leader in that very compromising position but he respects the “only bottom once a day” rule as much as we all do.
HM’s dick gets the same treatment from Hannibal as mine did and the pilot is soon sprawled completely spent beside the Boss with his head on his stomach, facing our now slightly shrinking favourite toy, caressing it with one finger.
Hannibal chuckles and pulls me up to cradle my head against his chest. But at the same time BA crawls around us, lifting Hannibal’s head up and putting it on his thigh, big arm sneaking protectively around me.
“Tricky boys,” Hannibal states sleepily and Murdock turns to face us, murmuring, “Tricky Bossman,” when his eyes have already slid shut.
I grab two of the towels we used earlier and cover at least pieces of my favourite love pile, stroking my fingers gently through HM’s hair, pressing my cheek against the Boss’ sweaty chest and holding on to Bosco’s arm.
I smile. Tomorrow will be just as good.
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Bonus, same scene but: Hannibal’s POV
I don’t know what this is. Maybe Murdock put something in the beers or the strange breakfast this morning. Or one of the guys slipped a Viagra into my mouth while I was sleeping.
I’m horny for my boys since we arrived at this outstanding property on Friday evening. (Temp had outdone himself yet again.)
But then, we didn’t have a chance to properly make love, the four of us together, since almost two months ago and the missions were tricky. No time to think about sex. That’s probably my body’s revenge.
I observe them during our poker games, carefree, missions put to the backs of their heads, chewing strawberries, sipping beer and Tequila, laughing, joking with each other, red, sweet sticky droplets decorating their chins as they get more and more drunk.
I love them all so much, each of my boys for a different reason.
Temp, my love at first sight since the day we met.
Murdock, because he’s just as crazy as I am.
BA, because of his strength and his warrior skills.
All three of them making me feel whole. How we all got together…hmm very long story.
I know Temp isn’t cheating today. He doesn’t have that special gleam in his eye. We are way too easy targets in our drunken state for him to even bother with cheating. And I’m distracted, God am I distracted. Them running around naked without anything on but their odd crocs - except Temp, he’d never wear those - left me half hard all day long.
Bosco had mercy with me at noon when he let me fuck him in the kitchen while we were watching through the open terrace door how Murdock persuaded a half sleeping Face to get that beautiful dick up his ass.
I blink and shake away the memory. I want them all tonight. Need them. They’re my anchor to reality, my way through that damn war.
We still have one day left to play. I’m way too dizzy already to think really straight.
What a shame for a Commander.
This drinking needs to stop right now. I want to enjoy Sunday too, making love, and not sleep it away with a major hangover. So I decide on a little action on my own. I can act almost just as well as my eltee after all.
“I’m… I’m gonna run the… f… full round of that fucking garden… n… naked if you’ll…l… lose, Temple…Templeton.” I’m proud of my drunken voice. Sure, it’s not all a game, I do have trouble with my speech but not as thick as I just put on.
And speaking about thick… down boy… I want them to see it hang. I want them to see it swing from side to side. I know they love to watch me naked, they adore my dick, love it, worship it. I hated it before I got to know them. But now I’ve become a bit of an exhibitionist as soon as we get the chance to be alone and play.
Of course Face loses.
I jump up as they start their little riot. God, this still feels awkward to run with no pants on. But I’d do anything to see them get hard, nothing hidden behind clothes, everything on display, each of their cocks as beautiful as the other.
In the darkish garden I imagine rather then see their nipples tighten, their eyes grow huge when I make my way around that pine tree.
Temp’s dick immediately stands to attention.
All three of them stare at my groin.
I try to run faster, everything for the pleasure of my boys.
Bosco has his fist around his hard ‘chocolate bar’ as fast as Face lifts his and both start stroking frantically while Murdock struggles with jumping on the chair, holding onto our lovers’ strong necks, his dick bobbing up and down.
I’m slowing down, not because I’m out of breath but because I want to drag out the moment. They look gorgeous like that. My spoiled dick agrees, getting hard for the fourth or fifth time today. I already gave up counting. I swallow and let it strain towards them wanting to cradle my way too heavy balls but spot the blanket we left on the meadow.
Murdock and Temp can’t stop licking their lips. Bosco sucks desperately on an empty bottle without noticing.
The moment I collapse on my back, they are all over me.
When Face says that they love me, I swallow hard. I always get emotional when I hear it from them. And then…oh Jesus, his tongue on my burning flesh is heaven, so is Murdock’s.
“Love you guys more.” I almost can’t get the words out without a sob. I let my XO see that I was just playing drunk and when he mouths “liar” I want to pull him towards me and devour him until he collapses but I settle with a grin, already feeling my consciousness melting away beneath my pilot’s extraordinary skilful tongue.
BA’s big, strong hands fondling my oversensitive balls is a stimulation I never want to miss ever in my life again.
My body jerks with utter pleasure when Murdock and Face simultaneously press the moist dips of their tongues into my slit. Shit!! I grab for their dicks, needing something to hold on to. I know Temp likes it really fast and oh GOD, his hot, wet mouth around my cock head…I see stars for a moment especially when Murdock doesn’t stop dragging his flat tongue across my painfully throbbing vein, his fist squeezing the base of my shaft just so…
I’m losing it. The combined power of my boys does things to me I never imagined in my wildest dreams. I fuck Temp’s mouth, knowing he loves to take it, knowing him and HM can handle my fully hard cock together. I want to praise them, try to encourage them but all that comes out are gasps of extraordinary pleasure and syllables of their names.
Then BA rolls and squeezes my hurting balls expertly, stroking his fingers just behind them over the soft flesh of my perineum and I come into my sweet Face’s mouth. He moans around my dick, sucking greedily then setting it free for HM to take over.
I’m in team heaven.
I throw my head back and join Face’s wolfish howls. One part of me is feeling like an alpha wolf, the other part marvelling in my pack’s semen, spread all over me and actually wishing they’d fuck me one after the other, forgetting my stupid rule about bottoming only once a day. Somewhere in my dazzled brain I know that’s a contradiction in terms but I could make an exception tomorrow anyway. We aren’t a wolf pack after all…
Face and Murdock snuggle into me, soft like kittens all of a sudden. “Tricky boys,” I whisper fondly and of course HM’s calling me just as tricky. I grin. BA offers his thigh for my head to lie on and I hum my appreciation. Nothing is better on earth then falling asleep with my boys gathered around me sated and in my arms, our combined semen drying on our bodies in the cool night air, no worries about approaching enemies, war zone far away.
When Temp’s scratchy cheek rubs against my chest, our fingers gently touching in HM’s hair, BA’s strong muscles relax beneath my head, sleep peacefully claims me.
on to part two http://delorita.livejournal.com/188592.html
Pairing: movie!HBAMF
Rating: very much NC17
Word Count: 12000 (omg, so many words for sex…)
Written for two long prompts at ateam_prompts
First this one:
http://ateam-prompts.livejournal.com/19117.html?replyto=15741357
It's just such a beautiful day outside, and it got me thinking. Maybe our boys like to cool down by having some fun at their home? Pool and garden, long grass and patio chair with parasol. No neighbours = ORGY. Right?
Let's see, bonus points for:
- All the boys involved.
- Murdock at the BBQ
- Getting a bit drunk on ice-cold beers
- The use of ice-cubes on sensitive necks, throats and various other *ahem* areas. (I covered that in another fill)
- Face reluctant to join in at first because he's busy working on his tan
- Boss not having any swimming trunks and having to wander around naked. *grin*
- BA in Crocs. (IDK why I find that awesome, but I do)
Super bonus points for:
- Murdock and Hannibal fucking in the pool. (My first-born to the author if Murdock's topping!)
- BA/Hannibal somehow breaking one of the plastic loungers fucking Face/Murdock into it with everything they've got. *grin*
- Everyone getting a go with everyone else. So H-BAMF giant combo orgy fun.
And the other prompt: http://ateam-prompts.livejournal.com/19117.html?thread=15753645#t15753645
I have GIF of Liam completely naked and running through a garden and...well...can I just be the first to say HNNNNNNGGGGHHHHHHH.
So I'm warning you now. If you don't want to see Liam Neeson's ridiculously large cock, do not click this link.
LINK: http://tripnight.tumblr.com/post/44913155047/liam-neeson-under-suspicion
So after seeing this I'm prompting a scene where Hannibal - or Liam if you're up to it - has to run stark naked for any reason. Skinny dipping seems an obvious idea but I leave it to the author's imagination.
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AN: Not sure if I got the “drunk” bit right but I tried!
Thanks so very much loves_books for the beta.
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Face’s POV
“Come on Facey, don’t just lie there! The water is awesome and so is the Bossman!” Murdock gestures at me wildly and the Boss grins, dozing lazily in the large pool on an air mattress, both naked.
I shake my head, enjoying the sun way too much on my patio chair, finally getting a proper tan, without white thighs or a stupid pale ass. My dick loves the sun too and it’s just so wonderful to relax and do nothing at all for a while, especially this early in the day.
When I crack my eyes open next, having tried to ignore the water fight and throaty laughter from the Boss and the loud, playful screeches from one of Murdock’s personalities, all I see is dark, strong calves, leading down to ankles I love to hold during love making, to feet that are stuck in bright yellow crocs.
I drowsily smile, remembering BA’s explanation why he’s wearing these ridiculous colourful pieces when he doesn’t have to wear combat boots. A gift from a bunch of teenagers after helping them fix their first car. Of course.
The feet in the crocs turn towards me and something ice cold is pressed against my shoulder. I startle a little then blink up at BA and take the beer gratefully even though it isa bit early for beer, especially on an empty stomach except for coffee. But since we’re on a well deserved weekend off, who cares?
I clink my bottle against Bosco’s after he’s settled down in the chair beside me, also naked as on the day he was born. I envy the colour of his skin. He never has to worry about a tan. He looks gorgeous like this, already glistening with sweat from our early morning run.
My dick twitches and BA chuckles beside me, “Thought you said you ain’t interested at least until noon, pretty boy?”
“I’m not. Tanning here,” And I manage to hold the cold bottle against my balls but curse instantly. BA snickers and I have to take a long swig to get over the absolute torture I just put myself through.
“Bosco, you wanna join!?” Murdock calls loudly and I’m grateful that there aren’t any neighbours in the immediate area.
“Na, not yet.” BA salutes towards the pool but lays a possessive hand on my thigh. I groan inwardly but thanks to my attack with the bottle my dick stays down. I do need that tan after all, don’t I?
Murdock gives up on us and swims towards Hannibal on the mattress. They start kissing wildly, hands in each other’s hair, holding on. I can see from here how hungry their kiss is and within seconds the Colonel’s huge shaft stands proud and very erect even without Murdock’s hands anywhere near it.
I swallow and BA grumbles, “damnit” under his breath but stays where he is, just starting to rub my thigh. I exchange my empty bottle with a full one from the cooler, deciding to enjoy the show from afar.
“Murdock or the Boss?” I ask drowsily.
“Bossman.” BA grunts.
„Wanna bet?“
„Sure man.“
„Na. HM,“ I state, absolutely convinced.
“Five?”
“’kay. Five.” We clasp hands to seal the deal. I let mine fall onto BA’s thigh and we go back to peacefully enjoying the show our colonel and pilot are about to give us in the warm morning sun.
They have stopped the kiss by now and Murdock licks his way down the Boss’ long, lean body. I sigh, gulping down more of the beer, licking my lips. BA’s hand makes its way up towards the junction of my leg and stomach.
Hannibal isn’t moving except pulling his knees up a little and arching his head back when HM finally reaches his destination, engulfing the large shaft with his mouth and, I can guess from experience, starts sucking expertly. My damn greedy dick does twitch yet again. BA sniggers and out of the corner of my eye I can see that he isn’t unaffected either from the action, dark cock rising slightly.
I can see how one of Murdock’s hands moves between Hannibal’s ass cheeks while the Colonel’s large fist firmly massages his own balls and the base of his cock, back bent, balancing on the unsteady mattress. Murdock steers them to the edge of the pool where the Boss can hold onto the edge.
With Murdock still in the water they’re going at it like horny animals now. Their loud greedy noises assault our ears and my fist has had a mind of its own and wrapped itself around a straining, leaking Bosco-cock, thumb pressing into that wonderfully slippery slit. BA’s skilled fingers draw circles around and into my belly button, my fully awake cock straining wantonly towards them. But I might come from the sight in front of us alone, my hand starting a slow up and down motion on BA’s powerful dick.
The Boss is completely gone, nothing left of his normal coolness, nothing of his manliness. He’s putty in Murdock’s hands and mouth, moaning and groaning unashamedly. And it turns me on beyond reason. According to the uncoordinated, fast movements of his hips and the gasps of, “HM…fuck…yeah…deeper…” he’ll spill his very tasty load into Murdock’s talented throat any second now and I feel a tiny bit jealous. I have to have them too today.
But not yet.
“James! Come on! He needs it!” I yell, toasting towards the couple, emptying my third bottle of ice cold beer, feeling a bit dizzy in my head already. Must be the sun and hmmm Bosco’s fist, that has finally found its way around my aching member.
I can see, since Hannibal bent his leg towards his stomach, how Murdock has four fingers up the Boss’ ass and an odd mewling sound escapes my mouth. BA bends over and puts his thumb into it and I start sucking with abandon thrusting my hips wildly into our mechanic’s fist, determined to come together with John. My eyes are glued to the couple just a few meters away from us.
“Get off.” Hannibal suddenly yells, “Wanna. Shower. You.”
Murdock does as he’s told, letting go with a slurp, coaxing Hannibal’s orgasm out of him, holding his face right into the spurts of semen that fly out of our Boss’ beautifully large cock.
I come too. The sight is way too much for me.
“You liked that pretty boy?” A very husky Bosco murmurs into my ear and I’m suddenly aware that I hadn’t moved at all to bring him off, totally fixated on the scene in front of us.
Am I drunk already? Fuzzy fuzzy mind…hmmm climax…what a wonderful relaxing feeling. My balls stop aching and after a few moments I manage a nod, remembering BA’s question.
Hannibal and Murdock scramble onto the fresh, lush lawn, droplets of water decorating their beautiful, tempting bodies. I swallow, taking yet another sip from a new bottle.
Murdock’s still so very hard. I can feel how much it must hurt.
The Boss does something he very rarely does and I grin even though I feel all mushy inside and as though my brain isn’t really working.
But I’m gonna win my bet since John pulls himself into a ball and to complete their show for us, wriggles his hips oh so very invitingly towards our pilot.
“Shit,” BA mumbles and I chuckle when Murdock sinks into the Boss with a totally blissed out expression on his handsome face.
“Fuck,” I mutter and manage to go on all fours on the flimsy patio chair, an unspoken invitation for Bosco.
“At your service, pretty boy,” BA mumbles before he starts to passionately lick my already eagerly twitching hole. I swallow and lock eyes with Murdock who has turned his head towards us while driving furiously into the Boss.
I lick my lips and so does he. It’s a silent promise for later. Right now I feel like exploding - but in a good way - when BA buries his favourite tool right into me up to the hilt, knowing what I need right now.
“Yeaaah…Give me… everything you’ve got, Bosco.” I gasp and start to fondle my flat dick. He swats my hand away and massages it with his callused palm. I groan at the double sensation.
On the lawn, John has turned his head towards us and I love the sweat that’s gathering on his temples and forehead now, the droplets of water all evaporated on his hot skin. He opens his eyes, and while the wild thrusts into him make him rock back and forwards, he mouths, “love you guys.”
I press back onto BA’s wonderfully pulsing cock, changing the angle, make him hit my prostrate, clenching my muscles expertly around that arousing tool.
“Loveyouall.” I slur, “Fuck,Bosco,more! Need. More!” And my view of the couple near the pool completely blurs when BA truly goes for it. His harsh gasps mingle with Murdock’s, who starts howling and yelling mixed with the Boss’ own wild curses.
“Gonna come, hell yeah, gonna…fuuuckkk!!!”
BA’s hot semen inside of me makes me see stars and I barely realise Murdock falling over, collapsing onto the Boss just when I collapse too, burying BA’s skilful hand beneath my stomach, semen everywhere. Inside of me, beneath me. Hole twitching and grasping and not wanting to let go of the very welcome intruder.
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“Up. Faceman. Move.”
“Hm?”
“Baby, you with us again?”
“What?”
Something hurts slightly and I have butterflies in my head.
Gentle hands try to pull me in different directions and I actually don’t want to move. I feel the loss of huge cock inside of me and that’s sad.
“Pretty boy, move, we broke the chair.”
“Hm?” I finally manage to get my eyes open. Must have blacked out. All three of my lovers hover around me, staring at me, hands trying to pull me up, soothe me. The smell of semen and beer and burned meat mingles in the air.
“What the fuck happened?” I try to come into a kneeling position, but something pokes painfully into my hip and thigh. Finally Hannibal and BA pull me up while Murdock runs for the Barbecue.
I stare at the floor and start to giggle drunkenly. We really broke that fucking patio chair.
“Hm that was a hell of a fuck, Bosco.”
“It was.” BA wraps me into his arms and kisses me madly until I’m pulled away from him and into the Boss’ arms, his tongue now deep inside my mouth, body flush against mine. Everything sticky with come.
Suddenly something even more sticky is poured over me and I hear BA yell, “Murdock, what the hell?!” And the chase starts across the highly grown lawn.
“I love when a plan of a weekend off comes together,” John whispers into my ear when he pulls me against his chest with my back towards him, strong arms possessively around me.
We lock hands on my stomach, watching the other two run naked, but with crocs on, (Murdock’s are bright pink) across the large property. I only manage to nod, feeling all dizzy and mushy, and recognize because of the smell that the sticky stuff between us is not only semen but barbecue sauce and ketchup. I don’t care in my mellow state and neither does John.
I reach for the window sill and snatch a cigar I put there earlier, light it and give it to Hannibal.
He inhales deeply, sighing gratefully. Then he asks, “You won your bet, eltee?”
I grin and nod, “You enjoyed it, I imagine?”
I try to look my Boss in the eye and he smiles back at me, “You have no idea, baby.” We kiss, but then he breaks it and says, “Next is you.”
I raise my eyebrow, “Top or bottom?”
Hannibal drags at his cigar and mutters, “I haven’t decided yet.”
And we both chuckle, watching Murdock, who’s now up a tree, waving the ketchup bottle at BA. The big guy climbs after him, colorful crocs gleaming in the sun, glued to his feet.
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A warm breath ghosts over my ear and the side of my neck, “Wanna try the pool? Water is really warm…” I feel something poke against my ass cheek. I lay my head back onto the Boss’ strong shoulder, sighing heavily, stroking his forearms.
“What are you, Boss? A sex machine?” I chuckle and turn slightly, trying to catch his eye.
He grins at me and kisses me hungrily, his hand wandering down to cradle my balls carefully in his large hand. “Maybe…” he murmurs and devours me some more, agile tongue exploring my mouth thoroughly and I turn in his arms to give as good as I get, grabbing for his hair and his ass, pressing our half hard cocks together.
“…or maybe you have to stick that awesome cock of yours somewhere else then a hot mouth?” I massage said cock, and it grows miraculously fast in my hand and I sigh.
I want him.
God, how much I want him.
I can’t believe after the fuck I just had with BA that I’m ready to go again so soon. Must be the alcohol or the sun…but then, the Boss is ready too.
“You seem to be a sex machine as well, Temp.” He whispers lazily into my mouth. Our hands roam across our bodies, fisting our cocks.
Suddenly he stops and I blink my eyes open drowsily and a bit disappointed. “What?”
“You smell like a steak.”
I sniff and giggle somehow stupidly, “So do you.” And I take his hand and, like kids, we run and jump into the deep end of the pool, not letting go of each other.
I dive until I reach the far end of the pool, Hannibal right at my heels, trying to beat me to the goal but I’m faster. I burst with laughter when I come up, shaking my hair wildly, letting the droplets of water fly. He assaults me with a kiss the moment he surfaces. I stagger on the slippery tiles and together we crash into the water again.
He doesn’t let go of my mouth and the underwater kiss lasts for as long as we don’t need any oxygen. We gasp and gulp for air after a few moments, resurfacing, at the same time we try to bite each others’ wet shoulders, laughing.
“Hey sex machine,” he growls into my ear but I shake my head. The water was clearly too cold for my poor dick.
Hannibal realizes it too but as he presses closer, I feel the evidence that he doesn’t suffer the same problem.
“You looked so delicious when BA fucked you, baby.”
I grin, “So did you, you make a great bottom, Boss.” I wink at him but he propels me around, rubbing his enormous dick wantonly between my ass cheeks under the surface.
“Only once a day, my dear boy,” I love the playfulness in his voice.
I chuckle and widen my stance willingly in the shallow water that just reaches to our hips. I grip the edge of the pool tight, expecting the first thrust to go all the way up to my brain.
But Hannibal uses his fingers instead, all gentle and careful despite his somewhat rough tone.
“You’re the perfect bottom, baby. Look how open and soft you are...hhmmm…”
Hannibal licks the water off my back very slowly, nuzzles his nose into my wet hair line. “I love you, Temp,” he whispers and I sigh, never getting tired of hearing it. His large fingers scissor my channel, drawing out agonisingly slow, pressing in the same torturing inch by inch.
“Boss…” I growl, letting my head hang, supporting myself on my elbows on the edge of the pool, widening my stance even more. Hannibal’s hard on is poking demandingly against my thigh.
“Bosco’s juice is still inside of you, baby. Jesus that’s hot,” he gasps against my neck and circles his fingers lazily, finding my prostate and stroking oh so very slowly across it and a loud, mewling sound escapes my mouth. His other hand, that had tweaked my nipples before, slides down to check on my cock.
“Yes!” I hiss and wriggle my hips, impaling myself more on the intruding digits.
“Want me to fuck you hard and fast?” he asks, stopping all his movements, “Or make love to you nice and slow?”
I let out a long breath and try to look at him. He locks gazes with me and smiles. “Love?”
I nod, “I’ve had hard and fast already.” I manage to get my hand onto his stubbly cheek and caress him tenderly. “Love me, John.”
“Everything you want, kid.” We kiss gentle for a few moments, necks straining in this awkward position. His fingers are already making love to me.
“Your cock, Boss, please.” I stop the kiss and reach for his wrist to pull out his fingers. Too bad the water cleaned all of BA’s semen off before I can put them into my mouth.
Hannibal groans. He nudges his wide cock head against my open entry as soon as I suck his fingers into my mouth. I must have a finger fixation. I squeeze my eyes shut when he finally presses through my loosened ring of muscles. BA did such an amazing job at opening me up for the Boss.
“Oh Face! Oh God!”
I can feel how much effort it is for him to not come immediately. I bet he’s grabbing his balls when he stands motionless, breathing raggedly into my ear.
He pulls his fingers out of my mouth and starts to stroke my flanks. Up and down and up and down. Not moving his dick. I smile, happy that I’m still such a turn on for him. “Love you.” I gasp, trembling myself. Having his cock head inside of me just so makes my whole body quiver. We stand like that for a few moments. Adjusting, calming down, not wanting to rush things.
My eyes are closed, to concentrate on my lover’s hands and mouth and oversized cock.
Suddenly I hear swift footsteps and something is pressed against my lips.
“Holy fuck!” John exclaims behind me and several things happen at once. He presses into me, still careful as he promised. He also fists my dick hard while the something against my lips nudges hard to get them opened up. Of course I recognize Murdock’s sweet, slender cock, the unique taste of his precome and I let my tongue slip out, circling around his cock head expertly, tasting Hannibal there from earlier. I hum with appreciation.
“Oh Facey!” HM sighs, shuffling closer on his knees in front of me. I grab for his balls and cradle them, rolling, already halfway gone from the Boss’ wonderfully slow in and out strokes, his laboured gasps against my neck.
Out of the corner of my eye I see BA approaching Murdock and without any words needed he slips his dark tool between our pilot’s lips. Hannibal must have watched that too because he suddenly slams into me with a cursed, “FUCK!”
I can’t help but snigger with Murdock’s hard on inside my mouth. We are such a bunch of perverts. No wonder we work so well together.
“Bossman, he open enough for ya?” BA asks hoarsely, grabbing Murdock’s hair and trying to not rut too hard into the pilot’s hot cavern.
Murdock’s cock pulses against the back of my mouth at those words and I squeeze my inner muscles as expertly as I can.
“You have no idea, big guy.” Hannibal’s voice almost brings me over the edge. So much need and love and arousal in it.
“Fuck me now, Boss.” I let go of Murdock’s cock for a second. “Nice ‘n slow is overrated.”
I grab for Hannibal’s ass with one hand and impale myself mercilessly onto my possession, swirling my tongue around Murdock’s still growing dick, hearing the greedy noise he makes, sucking the big guy, his hand grabbing my hair painfully and I love it.
There are moans and water splashing and harsh gasps for several moments. The Boss is buried to the hilt inside of me, nudging my pleasure nub with tiny, tiny movements and I moan around Murdock’s cock, make it vibrate.
BA and Hannibal start to curse almost at the same time. Hannibal is fisting me so blissfully tight underwater it drives tears of pleasure to my eyes; he licks them away while hungrily driving into me, “Temp, oh shit Temp, fuck oh fuckkk…”
Bosco howls like an alpha wolf when he comes into Murdock’s mouth. The pilot greedily swallows just as he comes for me as well. I let go of his cock and just like the Boss earlier, let the spurts of bittersweet Murdock semen bathe my face.
My own orgasm’s hitting me so hard again, I’d have fallen if not for our leader’s strong arms around me, his hot, still pulsing cock inside. His palm is not stroking my dick anymore but holding it gently, knowing how supersensitive I get after climaxing twice in such a short time.
BA collapses on all the meadow flowers, pulling Murdock with him as he does.
I let the Boss slip out of me and turn to kiss him yet again, even though I feel exhausted to the bones.
He changes from kissing to licking Murdock’s come off my face and throat. “God, what you guys do to an old guy like me…” He sighs and looks at me affectionately, sliding his callused hands over my back, tracing the scars he knows are there.
“Same you do to us, Bossman.” Murdock and BA join us in the water and we end up in a big team hug, gentle, exhausted kissing sealing our bond yet again until someone’s stomach growls very loudly. Turns out to be mine.
Murdock pecks me on the cheek, “We’ve still got steak for breakfast.” I frown but he pulls me out of the water, tossing me his towel, bright pink to go with his crocs. “Don’t worry, Face, I’ve got chicken breast for your diet. I put it in your Muesli.”
I groan and BA and Hannibal are barely able to suppress their sniggering.
As we sit down at the breakfast table, not bothering with shorts, leaving the other two to swim their lengths in the pool, he whispers, handing me my coffee mug, full of my favourite steamy liquid, “I’ve prepared something special for them too.” And he lifts the lid from a plate of steaks, grinning in a predatory way at me. I glance at it and it bursts out of me and I can’t stop laughing.
There’s chocolate cream and yam and honey on them.
We fist bump and share a swift kiss across the table.
The Muesli with chicken even isn’t so bad.
“It’s nice to have a summer weekend off.” He states with his mouth full and I nod, satisfied, and watch our two lovers climb out of the pool in all their very different glory.
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Saturday Night
More Face’s POV
After the exhausting experiments from Saturday morning, we spent most of the day lazing around. The Boss had brought one of his enormous old books, he and Murdock reading it simultaneously, laying together on a blanket.
BA couldn’t help but fidget with an antique antic motor bike.
I finally could take care of my tan, with a little interruption at noon when I suddenly woke from my nap with my dick buried deeply inside of my best buddy and very inventive lover.
Murdock had tied our bodies together at the hips with a silky scarf.
Anyway, it’s dark now and we’ve had lots of cold beers and some Tequila shots, a blue labelled bottle of Johnny Walker going from hand to hand. We’re beyond caring for unnecessary things like glasses.
The poker games were going on all evening and I’ve won most of them, not even cheating. They accused me of it but couldn’t prove it because I didn’t - until now.
Hannibal has just stated in a slurred voice, “I’m…I’m gonna run the …f…full round of that stupid garden…n…naked if you’ll..l… lose, Temple…Templeton.”
I can’t believe the Boss is so far gone to not be able to speak properly. I feel a bit sorry for him but it’s also incredibly cute. The statement doesn’t make any sense at all either but both of my other lovers look at me expectantly, obviously wanting to see our well hung leader run as greedily as I do. I wink at them. Of course I’ll lose.
The game’s over and I’ve lost all my possessions, which were about fifty strawberries from the nearby field.
“Run!” Murdock climbs on his flimsy chair and starts chanting, “Run! Run, Bossman, run!” BA and I stand up beside him. I set my watch to measure the time then start clapping.
Hannibal gulps down another large sip of JW and then suddenly takes off. At first we only see his gorgeous backside, tanned, broad back and pale ass gleaming in the moonlight. I’m surprised at his speed in his drunken state though and the straight line he’s able to run.
But when he changes direction around a pine tree, all three of us gasp simultaneously.
“Shitto.” Murdock invents a new word and grabs our shoulders, jumping on the chair slightly.
I feel my mouth go dry and my dick stand to attention immediately because of the sight of our Colonel running stark nude through the half lit garden.
I mean I KNOW from my own fantastic experience that he’s huge, but seeing him run like that, his perfect cock swaying from side to side as he runs, hanging halfway down the length of his thighs, his balls enormous as well…
“Damnit.” BA gasps and our hands meet on Murdock’s tight ass. I see their cocks are drawn to their Colonel as much as mine.
“Faster!” I yell, my hand already finding its way around my dick to start pleasuring myself.
Murdock’s fingers dig into my neck, holding on for dear life and he breathes oddly through his nose like a horse.
Hannibal comes closer and closer and our combined admiration gets more strained with each step as he slows down. He’s fully hard when he collapses on the blanket and we are all over him the moment he sprawls on his back, completely out of breath, my time measuring forgotten.
“We love you, Boss,” I state before I’m on my knees at his left side and my tongue swipes across that taut flesh on display. It tastes as fantastic as it looks and that pulsing vein…
“Love you guys more,” he says, voice hoarse, making me look at him with his hand in my hair. And I see suddenly that he isn’t as drunk as he let us believe. He winks at me and I mouth “Liar” and we grin at each other.
Murdock has already started to caress the other side of Hannibal’s mega huge shaft with a flat tongue and BA crouches between the Boss’ legs, spoiling his big balls.
I don’t waste time and lean down again, careful not to bump heads with our pilot.
We lick and suck in unison just the way we know John loves. Our tongues meet at the crown, tips dipping into the moist slit, making our leader writhe beneath us with pleasure, his large hands grabbing for our dicks, pumping.
I hiss, feeling my climax approach way too fast when I fit that gigantic cock head into my mouth, Murdock working the whole shaft with his eager tongue and one fist. Saliva is dripping everywhere, mingled with pre come. John makes strangled noises between groaning and gasping and trying to grunt our names all jumbled together. It’s hard to take his vigorous thrusts but I love it all the same. I swallow and work my throat expertly.
And when I reach for Bosco’s hole, finger wet with saliva from around the Boss’ shaft, I’m willingly sharing it with Murdock too and we press in together.
The big guy bucks and does something very pleasant to our CO because Hannibal starts to pump his tasty load into my mouth. I suck some more then I’m letting it pop from my exhausted mouth and Murdock takes over.
I howl to the moon because Hannibal is jerking me off just right. My juice spurts all over his stomach and Murdock’s head.
BA doesn’t want us to touch his dick, wants to come on our fingers and at the sight in front of him alone. And he does, showering all of us spectacularly, leaving marks at the Boss’ thighs, he’s gripping so hard. Of course he could have fucked our leader in that very compromising position but he respects the “only bottom once a day” rule as much as we all do.
HM’s dick gets the same treatment from Hannibal as mine did and the pilot is soon sprawled completely spent beside the Boss with his head on his stomach, facing our now slightly shrinking favourite toy, caressing it with one finger.
Hannibal chuckles and pulls me up to cradle my head against his chest. But at the same time BA crawls around us, lifting Hannibal’s head up and putting it on his thigh, big arm sneaking protectively around me.
“Tricky boys,” Hannibal states sleepily and Murdock turns to face us, murmuring, “Tricky Bossman,” when his eyes have already slid shut.
I grab two of the towels we used earlier and cover at least pieces of my favourite love pile, stroking my fingers gently through HM’s hair, pressing my cheek against the Boss’ sweaty chest and holding on to Bosco’s arm.
I smile. Tomorrow will be just as good.
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Bonus, same scene but: Hannibal’s POV
I don’t know what this is. Maybe Murdock put something in the beers or the strange breakfast this morning. Or one of the guys slipped a Viagra into my mouth while I was sleeping.
I’m horny for my boys since we arrived at this outstanding property on Friday evening. (Temp had outdone himself yet again.)
But then, we didn’t have a chance to properly make love, the four of us together, since almost two months ago and the missions were tricky. No time to think about sex. That’s probably my body’s revenge.
I observe them during our poker games, carefree, missions put to the backs of their heads, chewing strawberries, sipping beer and Tequila, laughing, joking with each other, red, sweet sticky droplets decorating their chins as they get more and more drunk.
I love them all so much, each of my boys for a different reason.
Temp, my love at first sight since the day we met.
Murdock, because he’s just as crazy as I am.
BA, because of his strength and his warrior skills.
All three of them making me feel whole. How we all got together…hmm very long story.
I know Temp isn’t cheating today. He doesn’t have that special gleam in his eye. We are way too easy targets in our drunken state for him to even bother with cheating. And I’m distracted, God am I distracted. Them running around naked without anything on but their odd crocs - except Temp, he’d never wear those - left me half hard all day long.
Bosco had mercy with me at noon when he let me fuck him in the kitchen while we were watching through the open terrace door how Murdock persuaded a half sleeping Face to get that beautiful dick up his ass.
I blink and shake away the memory. I want them all tonight. Need them. They’re my anchor to reality, my way through that damn war.
We still have one day left to play. I’m way too dizzy already to think really straight.
What a shame for a Commander.
This drinking needs to stop right now. I want to enjoy Sunday too, making love, and not sleep it away with a major hangover. So I decide on a little action on my own. I can act almost just as well as my eltee after all.
“I’m… I’m gonna run the… f… full round of that fucking garden… n… naked if you’ll…l… lose, Temple…Templeton.” I’m proud of my drunken voice. Sure, it’s not all a game, I do have trouble with my speech but not as thick as I just put on.
And speaking about thick… down boy… I want them to see it hang. I want them to see it swing from side to side. I know they love to watch me naked, they adore my dick, love it, worship it. I hated it before I got to know them. But now I’ve become a bit of an exhibitionist as soon as we get the chance to be alone and play.
Of course Face loses.
I jump up as they start their little riot. God, this still feels awkward to run with no pants on. But I’d do anything to see them get hard, nothing hidden behind clothes, everything on display, each of their cocks as beautiful as the other.
In the darkish garden I imagine rather then see their nipples tighten, their eyes grow huge when I make my way around that pine tree.
Temp’s dick immediately stands to attention.
All three of them stare at my groin.
I try to run faster, everything for the pleasure of my boys.
Bosco has his fist around his hard ‘chocolate bar’ as fast as Face lifts his and both start stroking frantically while Murdock struggles with jumping on the chair, holding onto our lovers’ strong necks, his dick bobbing up and down.
I’m slowing down, not because I’m out of breath but because I want to drag out the moment. They look gorgeous like that. My spoiled dick agrees, getting hard for the fourth or fifth time today. I already gave up counting. I swallow and let it strain towards them wanting to cradle my way too heavy balls but spot the blanket we left on the meadow.
Murdock and Temp can’t stop licking their lips. Bosco sucks desperately on an empty bottle without noticing.
The moment I collapse on my back, they are all over me.
When Face says that they love me, I swallow hard. I always get emotional when I hear it from them. And then…oh Jesus, his tongue on my burning flesh is heaven, so is Murdock’s.
“Love you guys more.” I almost can’t get the words out without a sob. I let my XO see that I was just playing drunk and when he mouths “liar” I want to pull him towards me and devour him until he collapses but I settle with a grin, already feeling my consciousness melting away beneath my pilot’s extraordinary skilful tongue.
BA’s big, strong hands fondling my oversensitive balls is a stimulation I never want to miss ever in my life again.
My body jerks with utter pleasure when Murdock and Face simultaneously press the moist dips of their tongues into my slit. Shit!! I grab for their dicks, needing something to hold on to. I know Temp likes it really fast and oh GOD, his hot, wet mouth around my cock head…I see stars for a moment especially when Murdock doesn’t stop dragging his flat tongue across my painfully throbbing vein, his fist squeezing the base of my shaft just so…
I’m losing it. The combined power of my boys does things to me I never imagined in my wildest dreams. I fuck Temp’s mouth, knowing he loves to take it, knowing him and HM can handle my fully hard cock together. I want to praise them, try to encourage them but all that comes out are gasps of extraordinary pleasure and syllables of their names.
Then BA rolls and squeezes my hurting balls expertly, stroking his fingers just behind them over the soft flesh of my perineum and I come into my sweet Face’s mouth. He moans around my dick, sucking greedily then setting it free for HM to take over.
I’m in team heaven.
I throw my head back and join Face’s wolfish howls. One part of me is feeling like an alpha wolf, the other part marvelling in my pack’s semen, spread all over me and actually wishing they’d fuck me one after the other, forgetting my stupid rule about bottoming only once a day. Somewhere in my dazzled brain I know that’s a contradiction in terms but I could make an exception tomorrow anyway. We aren’t a wolf pack after all…
Face and Murdock snuggle into me, soft like kittens all of a sudden. “Tricky boys,” I whisper fondly and of course HM’s calling me just as tricky. I grin. BA offers his thigh for my head to lie on and I hum my appreciation. Nothing is better on earth then falling asleep with my boys gathered around me sated and in my arms, our combined semen drying on our bodies in the cool night air, no worries about approaching enemies, war zone far away.
When Temp’s scratchy cheek rubs against my chest, our fingers gently touching in HM’s hair, BA’s strong muscles relax beneath my head, sleep peacefully claims me.
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