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The only thing I need to explain before I begin this chapter is just a little bit more about Wayt's physical appearance, because it might not be too clear in the context of the story.:

> Wayt, in terms of coloring and markings, is a water dragon lizard, although his scales are much smoother and almost like skin.

> He is more humanlike than lizardlike, in the sense that his testicles are external and his penis does not come from a slit. Instead, the scales flatten even more around his pubic area before becoming smooth, green skin over his tesicles and penis.

> Because he is very humanlike, Wayt has hair. He keeps his head buzzed very close to his head (though not shaved). He also has armpit and pubic hair, though he keeps it trimmed. His ass is naturally hairless. He has a very light happy-trail. The color of his hair is dishwater-blonde.

Now back to the story.

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"W--what?" I stammered. I didn't think Wayt would say something like that. He was a hothead and a hardass, but he was the type who thought family was off-limits for violence. I wouldn't have ever expected him to defend me, but being the one to attack me was something I never even considered possible.

"Yeh heard me," Wayt said, placing his green lizard hand on my shoulder and squeezing aggressively. I felt the sharp nails dig into my shoulder and I let out a short cry of pain.

"Shaddap, yeh little bitch," Wayt said, pushing me toward the kitchen.

"Look, Wayt," I reasoned, "There's no reason for you to do this. I won't tell, I promise--I'm more upset about it than you do."

"Why would yeh be more mad 'bout that than me? You didn't do nothin' but watch. You prolly got off," Wayt growled, backing me toward the basement door with his claw still digging into my shoulder, opening the door behind me.

I didn't say anything about my relationship with Hammond. There was no reason Wayt should know, especially with his big mouth and the fact that neither Hammond nor I wanted our secret to get out. I couldn't think of anything else to say, either, so I remained silent as the muscled arm of Wayt pushed me down the basement stairs. I slid down slowly on my rear, cushioning my fall with my right leg before hitting the concrete floor of the basement. Wayt stomped down the stairs after me, and I noticed that he wasn't wearing shoes anymore, just socks. He didn't want to track mud in and leave evidence.

"Hurt, faggot?" snarled Wayt as he lifted me off the floor by the front of my shirt. He punched me in the gut with his free hand. With his trained muscles, the force that seemed effortless to him was enough to knock the wind out of me, and I had to hold back from vomiting.

"Stop it, please," I begged.

"Yeh ain't gonna be bruised where anybody can see it," Wayt explained, "An' yer gonna shut up 'bout all this, bout Hammond and 'bout this."

"I already told you, I don't plan on telling anyone anything," I insisted, but he didn't listen. He dropped me from where he held me, and I fell on my knees. Wayt grabbed the back of my head and crushed my face into the crotch of his basketball shorts. I could feel his flaccid dick and large balls pressing on my nostrils through the sweaty fabric.

"Does the fag like dat?" Wayt said, smirking with an angry, toothy grin. He loosened his grip on me, and as I opened my mouth to reply "no," he firmly pressed my face against his crotch again. This time I could feel the large bulge in my mouth, the package nearly detaching my jaw. I knelt still, doing nothing except trying to breathe through my nose, the musky scent of Wayt's sweating pubes permeating the fabric.

He grabbed my shirt again, and threw me into the middle of the basement, away from the stairs. I felt the concrete wearing out the rear of my denim jeans and scraping against my tail. I coughed, finally breathing since having his suffocating packages shoved into my mouth.

"For being so straight and hating 'fags' so much, which by the way I'm not admitting to being, you're sure acting like one," I said. I wasn't going to let him beat on me without getting some sort of retaliation.

"Shaddap, asshole," Wayt snarled, walking over to me and pressing me onto the floor by the chest with his socked foot. I smelled the rank odor of his testosterone-driven sweat from the damp sock. In any other situation it would have been extremely stimulating, but in this situation it was ominous.

"Stay down there, fag," Wayt commanded, removing his foot from my chest. He then dropped his shorts and boxers at the same time, kicking them aside. He knelt down, his balls resting on my chin and his legs locking my arms out to the sides, keeping me in place.

"What are you--unffh!" I tried to say before Wayt stuck his entire uncovered package into my mouth, balls and all. He then threw himself forward, supporting his body with his arms. I felt his lizard meat begin to stiffen in my mouth as he ground his hips against my face, his pubic fur muffling my ability to breathe through my nose with its thick, heavy, musky scent. He pulled out of my mouth a bit and his balls flopped out onto my chin.

"I feel teeth and yeh die, yeh hear?" Wayt said, and began violently facefucking me. He thrusted hard and deep down my throat. His length was almost as long as Hammond's, and I bordered on choking as he rapidly humped my mouth. I grunted to let him know I didn't approve of the facefucking, though I felt my dick hardening.

"Yeh gotta know what I went through, yeh know? Gonna humiliate yeh even if I ain't gay!" Wayt began thrusting as deep and forcefully as possible, rapidly thrusting only about half an inch in and out so that his cockhead rubbed violently deep back in my throat.

"Yeeeah, yeh know what I'm sayin'," Wayt said, pulling out completely and proceeding to rub his cock and balls over every inch of my face, getting it wet with saliva and ballsweat. After my entire face was sufficiently moist, he jumped straight back into his deep facefucking. I moaned in disapproval, which was met with Wayt pulling out and sitting on my mouth, rubbing his tailhole over my mouth and nose.

"Yeh betta stop makin' so much noise about it," Wayt said, grinding his ass against my face. It was hairless and I could tell he paid attention to it in the shower, because it was extremely clean, though very sweaty and the strongest scent of musk thus far. "Er else I'm gonna rub my ass on yer face even more!"

He stood up and grabbed me by the mane, throwing me forward. I landed on my knees and caught myself with my hands. Wayt stepped on my back, but didn't apply enough pressure to tell me that he wanted me to lie down. I felt him rip down my pants and underwear from the back in one motion, breaking the zipper on the front of my jeans and snapping the elastic on my boxers. My pants fell around my knees.

I felt a very hard spank and then felt two of Wayt's fingers probing my tailhole. I gasped lightly.

"Yeeeah, yeh betta know what I'm gonna do to yeh," Wayt said, chortling to himself. "Yeh betta hope yeh did a reeeal good job wit dat blow-job uh yours, othawise dis is gonna hurt!"

He took his foot off my back and nearly leapt forward, making first-attempt contact with my hole and thrusting nearly half his length in with one thrust. Wayt certainly produced quite a bit of precum, but that and saliva together still weren't enough to meet the needs of lube. As he immediately forced the rest of his length in I screamed in pain, but was muffled as Wayt pulled off his sweaty sock and thrust it into my mouth. The salty, sweaty taste of his feet was heaven on my tongue, but I made no noise to make it appear so. I was still not happy with what Wayt was doing to me.

"Heh, heh, heh," Wayt chuckled, "Fagboy likes sweaty socks? Or is it my big cock in your ass?" I knew what he meant immediately as he grabbed my dick. I was so preoccupied with how much I hated the situation that I hadn't been paying attention to my cock, but as he squeezed my shaft painfully I realized I was rock-hard.

"Stop," I tried to say, but the sweaty sock muffled it into an unintelligble sound. I didn't dare remove it because Wayt was now laying down on top of me his fingertips touching the floor and his torso laying across my back as he violently fucked my tailhole raw. I felt the pleasure from my prostate, but rejected it, wishing for nothing other than for Wayt to leave.

His thrusts became extremely forceful, long thrusts as he removed up to the head, and then thrust the rest of the seven inches back in as quickly and roughly as possible. He moaned in pleasure, and I assumed his eyes were closed and he was imagining fucking some random slut girl from school.

"Yer not as tight as Hammond, wazzup widdat, Addams? Heh, heh!" Wayt mocked. I assumed it was because Hammond had topped me on so many occasions, whereas he had only been topped once or twice.

"Ugh, don't mean yeh ain't tight, though. Shit," Wayt groaned, continuing his long, hard thrusts into my ass. He continued so similarly the entire time that his climax was completely unexpected. He merely thrust into the hilt like usual, but paused and came buckets inside me.

Wayt pushed me forward off his cock and had his boxers and basketball shorts back on before I could pull his sock out of my mouth and turn around. Though, when I did I could see a bulge from his still semi-hard dick, and a wet spot from the cum soaking he hadn't bothered to clean off before putting the shorts back on.

I attempted to pull my pants back on, but realizing that they had broken, I just stepped out of them and stood wearing only a shirt. I stared at Wayt, as a drop of his semen dripped from my tailhole onto the concrete basement floor.

"Are you happy now, Wayt? Do you feel accomplished? Did you do something you're proud of?" I asked.

"I did what I cam here ta do. I humiliated yeh, didn't I?" He glared.

"Not anymore than I already had been from seeing you in that locker room, Wayt," I replied defiantly. "And you know what? You think you accomplished something by coming here and raping me, but all you did was prove something to me."

"Dat bein' a fag is stupid?" Wayt jeered.

"No, that in fact you are a 'fag,' Wayt." I noticed his eyes narrow in fury. "You came over here of your own free will and decided to have your way with another guy. That isn't straight, no matter how you spin it or what imaginary reasons you put behind it. I'm not saying you're full-on gay, but you're not any straighter than Hammond is for what you did."

For a split second, I saw Wayt's expression waver from anger to sadness, but just as quickly the emotion flickered back to rage.

"I told yeh I ain't a fag!" Wayt yelled, punching me in the stomach as hard as he could. I doubled over, out of air, and nearly fell unconscious as I watched Wayt stomp up the stairs with only one sock on.

"And yeh ain't tellin' anyone about dis, or yer gonna get killed!" he shouted as he stomped out of the basement. I heard him storm across the living room, pause to put on his shoes and unlock the front door, and then heard it slam behind him.

I wavered on the edge of unconsciousness, but forced myself to stay conscious in order to shower and put new clothes on before my grandparents got home.

* * *

The next day, Hammond was especially affectionate. He must not have gotten any from any of his team after school yesterday, I thought bitterly. Probably because his previous target had been busy targeting me. I mostly ignored his advances throughout the day, however when gym came around I stayed behind while the other rowdy boys pushed their way up to the gym. As I suspected, Hammond hung behind to see if I would.

"What's going on, babe?" He said in his rich baritone voice, and copped a feel at my crotch. I responded by punching him in the face. His cheek hurt my hand, but I didn't show it.

"Hey, what was that for?!" he shouted in surprise, and I punched him again. Now my hand was throbbing.

"Haven't you figured it out yet, Hammond? Wayt hasn't been bragging?" I shot.

"Wayt bragging about what?" Hammond asked, looking apprehensive.

"I saw you in here with him two days ago," I said. "I saw and heard everything. Apparently Wayt did too." I pulled up my shirt to reveal several bruises that Wayt had left on my torso.

"That bastard's gonna pay!" Hammond growled. I stepped forward and grabbed his crotch, squeezing hard, knowing that he didn't consider that area off-limits to me and knowing I couldn't hurt him on any other part of him.

"Ow! What? I'm just defending you!" Hammond said.

"No, you're not going to defend me. This is your fault in the first place and you're just going to make it worse trying to do anything. Besides, I'm pissed beyond pissed at you right now. I don't think you even know how pissed I am, actually. I feel betrayed and hurt and part of me wants you to go away and never come back."

"Don't feel like that," Hammond said sadly. "I'm sorry, Addams, I really am."

"Well, would you care to explain what you did to me? Or is my guess correct? Did you just want a bigger dick to fuck you and you could leave me to your other needs?" I retorted sharply.

"It's true I wanted to know what it would feel like to have more inside me," Hammond said, "but that didn't do it. I mean, I've been looking around at gay stuff online and there are these extender things you put over your dick... I would have just asked you to use one of those! But--"

"Well, would you care to explain why you raped Wayt then?" I said.

"I-- I don't know. I don't understand it, something just came over me-- I'm-- I'm so sorry, Addams. I don't know why I did it, I just did, I-- I'm confused about everything," Hammond was tearing up. On such a big muscled bear, I was rather startled.

"It's-- I--" I stammered, realizing that Hammond was truly confused and remorseful. I felt partially responsible; I was allowing Hammond to explore lustful relationships with me all he wanted, but I wasn't doing anything else. We weren't watching porn together, we didn't hang out in public, so naturally he was going to be confused about everything. Something was bound to happen.

"It's okay, Hammond. You just need to be able to talk to me if something's wrong," I said. "I don't want you to go cheating on me again, though. I won't forgive you again."

"I promise, I promise!" Hammond insisted, gripping me into a tight embrase and shoving his tongue down my throat. He then pulled down my shorts and put my package into his mouth; I moaned as he began to give me an apologetic blowjob in the middle of the locker room.

We didn't join the rest of the gym class that class, and it went unnoticed.

* * *

Later that evening I made my way to my father's house. He was out for a quick one-week vacation, and I was spending the night there while he was gone. I booted up the computer, excited for many hours of nonstop porn, when there was a knock on the front door. I answered it to see Hammond, much to my pleasure, and Wayt, much to my displeasure.

"Why are you here?" I snapped.

"Let him explain," Hammond said, narrowig his eyes. I didn't think he was in the proper place to be ordering me around after cheating on me, but I allowed them in.

"I'm really sorry, yeh know?" Wayt said.

"I know, do I? I didn't realize I knew," I said bitterly.

"Well I amm bud!" Wayt said, a clear tone of apology and regret in his voice. "I... I didn't know what yeh and Hammond were doin', yeh know? And I guess I overreacted. But yeh know, I kinda liked it."

"Well, like I said, you obviously aren't straight," I mocked.

"Yeh know, mebbe yer right, but I think we betta test it out a bit more, yeh know?" He began to rib his crotch through his basketball shorts.

"I think the last thing I want to do is have sex with you again, Wayt. The first time was enough," I said flatly.

"Jes' lemme explain, okay?" Wayt said.

"I should explain," Hammond said.

"You know what he means? Did you know when you brought him?" I demanded.

"Well, yeah. Listen, Addams, Wayt is just as confused as I am. You're more secure in all this, you don't exactly understand where we're at because it was so long ago for you... I feel sorry for the kid."

"Go on," I said.

"I was hopin' yeh two could, yeh know, show me a good time. Like, help me decide if guys are how I'm gonna go after all," Wayt said, licking his lips.

"I'm not sure," I said, "It wasn't that pleasurable last time you and I were in the same room without pants on."

"I talked to him, hon, and he's agreed to be a total sub this time. You and I call all the shots," Hammond said.

"But I ain't gonna be girly," Wayt said. "I'm gonna be, whaddaya call it, a power-bottom?"

"Intriguing," I said dismissively.

"Come on," Hammond said. "Just do something nice for the guy."

"After this, I ain't gonna bother yeh with any o' this ever again!" Wayt said, clasping my paws in his claws in a begging manner. His erect dick was tenting his shorts to the point where I could feel it touch my navel even though we weren't close.

"Fine," I said. "But if he makes one aggressive move, if he does one thing without waiting for approval first, he's out."

"Really?" Hammond said.

"Yeah, and hey, he's pretty sexy," I teased, opening up to the idea of a threesome. "Maybe this could become a regular thing."

"Don't get yer hopes up wit' dat," Wayt said, removing his shoes and socks, and dropping his shorts. His cock was stretching the pouch of the jockstrap he was wearing outward, his balls hanging down low out of the pouch.

Hammond removed his footwear and dropped his pants too, and I was grateful the curtains were closed as his bare ass was revealed in his own jockstrap. I, by chance, had been wearing the jockstrap Hammond bought for me, so when I dropped my pants there was a sexy assortment of jockstraps in the room. Mine was an Activeman Executive, a swimmer-type with black ass-straps and pouch, and a white waist band. Hammond's was a regular 3-inch white jock, a Bike #10. Wayt clearly had already had a kiky side before this point, because he was wearing a Go Softwear jock with a greek-mesh pouch. By this point we were all hard, but I hardened even more when Hammond and Wayt sat down on the loveseat, and Hammond pointed toward his feet.

I leapt at the floor, picking up Hammond's right footpaw and Wayt's left and holding them up to my face. I deeply inhaled the strong scent of musk that overflowed from the big, sweaty, manly feet. I held Hammond's to my nose as I ran my tongue between Wayt's toes, letting the smells of both feet mingle with the taste of Wayt's musky manstink. When I'd lapped up all the taste from between the toes, along the sole, and around the ankle, I moved to Hammond's foot, licking off his beautifully manly stink as I pressed Wayt's foot against my face.

Wayt and hammond both moaned, their hard-ons raging but remaining untouched; Hammond as usual was producing so much precum that it looked as if he'd wet himself. They had both removed their shirts, and they lay bunched up on the back of the sofa. I removed my jockstrap and shirt, throwing them aside. I moaned as I removed the jock, as I was so aroused that the cotton was extremely stimulating. Wayt shifted over, sitting on Hammond's right thigh. The motion moved one of his leg strap just enough to slip his jock's pouch off his erection, fully revealing the cock that had already been perfectly visible through the jock's greek-mesh. Hammond leaned over and began sucking on Wayt's nipple and feeling up Wayt's smooth, muscular pecs with his large paw.

I picked up Wayt's other foot, the one I hadn't licked clean, and slapped it against my dick. I began thrusting against it, getting my dick wet with the profuse amount of sweat on the foot, fucking between his toes and along the sole of the foot. I moaned and picked up Hammond's remaining unclean foot, burying my face in it and deeply breathing as I fucked Wayt's toes. Clearly Wayt's nipples and feet were very sensitive, as he began to tremble and shake in pleasure, clearly fighting the urge to cum. The fact that he was now jacking off furiously did not do him any good with that, I thought.

"Alright, enough of that," I said, "It looks like Wayt needs some help to feel good without cumming." Wayt moaned in response, and Hammond growled in lust. "Get him off you, Hammond."

Hammond stood up and Wayt slumped onto the other cushion without protest, still in a daze of pleasure. Hammond took a look at Wayt's cock, his jock having slipped all the way to his knees, and his cock throbbed so hard I swore I could hear it. What I definitely heard was the snapping of both leg straps at once as the old, well-used jockstrap succumbed to the stress Hammond's dick was putting on the pouch. The jock fell in a heap on the floor, and Hammond grabbed Wayt's from around his knees, pulling upward and ripping the garment off. All three of us were now completely naked together.

I stepped over to Wayt, who was still in bliss with no stimulation whatsoever, and pushed his legs back. I forced him into a complete straddle-split, which surprisingly he was capable of. His balls hung over his ass, so I leaned him back with his legs and put my dick underneath them, pushing against his ass. My dick was very wet and slick with the sweat from Wayt's feet, but just in case I gestured Hammond over. For a couple minutes we both held one of Wayt's legs, holding him in the split as we tongue-kissed and frotted. His fountainlike precum acted almost as well as squeezing a lube bottle, as in those few minutes of cockrubbing my dick was just as slick as with lube, but it had a more manly scent, especially with the strong undertones from Wayt's rank sweat.

When the frottage had my dick sufficiently lubed, I took the other leg back from Hammond and plunged into Wayt's tailhole. After his violation of mine, the penetration of his virgin ass was especially satisfying, and it felt extra-tight. I gasped and moaned as I inserted fully, the intense pleasure overtaking me. Wayt's eyes had blown open, for he had been so in-the-moment that he hadn't truly realized what being on his back with his legs spread wide meant. He looked as if he wanted to say something, but held back, presumably due to the agreement we had reached before starting the three-way. After several moments I noticed his eyes roll back and his eyelids bat themselves. He clearly enjoyed being penetrated anally. Then again, I thought, who doesn't?

Hammond growled and moaned, stroking himself as he watched me fuck Wayt, and eventually he was so overcome with desire that he unexpectedly mounted me and plunged in, inserting himself all at once. The surprise pleasure caused me to gasp and groan, and thrust faster, both onto Hammond's dick and into Wayt's ass. The feeling of filling and being filled at the same time was blussful, lustful, and carnal. I felt an uncharacteristic roar emanate from my throat as a primal libido overtook me. I pounded away faster and faster, moans escalating from all three of us as Hammond's balls rammed over and over into my own, causing mine to slap against the base of Wayt's tail.

I began to feel the urge to cum become incapacitating as we continued; it felt as if my dick were an extension of Hammond's, and as he thrusted into me I thrusted into Wayt, and Wayt thrusted into the air. It seemed as if I could feel not only my own pleasure, but Wayt's and Hammond's as well. In order to prevent myself from cumming too soon, I tapped Hammond's navel, signalling him to back off. He pulled out of me, and I pulled out of Wayt, who looked disappointed to see his stimulation end.

"Hey, what're yeh--" he began, but I interrupted.

"I don't want to cum this soon," I said.

"I ain't that close to cumming yet," Hammond said, "besides, you've had a go at me and it looks like you're pretty hungry for me to have a go at you."

Hammond picked Wayt up off the couch dominantly, throwing him back down on the cushion on all-fours. He stood up on the loveseat, which sagged with his weight, and straddled Wayt, placing his legs alongside Wayt's knees and penetrating the loosened ass. He went at it immediately, and I could hear their balls slapping together louder than Wayt could moan, being filled twice as much as I was able to do. I decided the action was too hot not to get involved, but not trusting myself not to cum, with my dick still throbbing heavily with need. I got up onto the loveseat behind Hammond, sticking my face into his perineum and inhaling his sweaty sex-musk. I stuck out my tongue, lapping up sweat from his balls as they swung and slapped to and fro, spraying the massive amounts of sweat everywhere. I grabbed around Hammond's thighs, the sex and the heat from his body and from Wayt's causing me to begin sweating profusely as well.

I moved my face away from Hammond's perineum, sniffing deeply at the scent as I moved my tongue closer to his tailhole. I lapped at it, licking it as well as moving my tongue in circular motion over the sphincter, occasionally poking the tip of my tongue in slightly. I heard grunts of approval from Hammond, who was now thrusting in super-long motions as he moved all nine inches in and out all at once. He was producing so much pre that with each thrust a small amount squirted from Wayt's tailhole. I felt my own ass with my fingers, and felt the pre leaking from my own as well. I tasted it, then retrieved more and began applying it to Hammond's tailhole as I continued to rim it, now occasionally tongue-fucking him.

I continued the motion, but reached forward through Hammond's and Wayt's legs, grabbing ahold of Wayt's cock firmly and stroking it furiously as I buried my snout deeper into Hammond's rear. I could feel and smell my nose begin to enter his tailhole at the same time that I sucked and licked deeper and deeper into the delicious hole. I could smell and taste Hammond's musky male essence as I rimmed, and at the same time I could feel Wayt's masculine being manifest itself in the feel of his thick, throbbing cock, which pulsed and begged for more attention from my paw. This, along with the deep bass of our collective carnal moans and the thick moisture of sweat over all three of our naked bodies intensified the experienced to a heavenly height. The next time I came up for air, I heard Wayt moan and start to speak.

"Hey guys, yeh think we could, yeh know, switch it around a bit again?" he asked.

"Like how?" I said dreamily.

"Like dis," Wayt said, leaning forward and pulling himself off Hammond's dick. He turned around, grabbed it, and immediately enveloped his mouth around it, trying to deepthroat the entire cock on the first try. He gagged and coughed, but attempted again and succeeded on his second try.

"Ugh, dude, you're a natural at blowjobs," Hammond groaned.

"Get in a sixty-nine position," I said. Hammond laid down on his back, and Wayt complied with the suggestion by reversing his orientation, his dick slapping Hammond on the chin as he straddled him. They began to suck each other off immediately, moaning and grinding their hips into each other's mouths. The smell of sweat and sex was thick in the air as they worked each other's cocks, moaning in a deep, primitive, masculine tone. Everything had gone primal; it was just a carnal need, and dick was all that mattered anymore. Wiping sweat from my forehead, whose was anyone's guess, I decided to interject.

"Hey, guys. I'm not involved yet," I complained.

Hammond grabbed hold of Wayt's hips and pushed him into the air as if he were benching him. Wayt let go of Hammond's dick and supported himself in a handstand-like motion as Hammond held him there, now working the cock with only his mouth by doing push-up motions. Hammond encouraged and helped by facefucking him as he held him away from his own face.

I stepped back onto the loveseat and straddled Hammond's face, positioning myself between Hammond and Wayt. I sat down, Hammond's ready tongue making contact with my attention-seeking ass as I lowered myself. I placed my hands near Hammond's on Wayt's waist, and Hammond adjusted toput his large hands directly over my small ones, holding up Wayt while interlocking fingers with me.

I didn't even have to lean forward to reach my destination; I merely stuck my tongue out and began to lap at Wayt's ripe, sweaty ballsac and his musky tailhole, which was still loose from Hammond's dick and still leaking the pre that had been squirting out in masses while he was being fucked. I lapped up the precum and buried my face in his ass, giving the hole more meticulous attention than he would ever receive from anyone else.

The rimming continued, the hot, musky, manly scent of sex and sweat surmounting ever more, getting thicker with each passing second. I could almost feel the droplets of sweat in the air around us, and I certainly could see the effects of the heavy sweat. Hammond and I looked as if we had just gone swimming with sweat dripping off our drenched fur. The hair on Wayt's head looked similar, and his pubes and pit hair looked soaked as well. The rest of his scaly body looked almost oily, glistening with so much smelly sweat. The thought of the massive amounds of sweat and the thick scent of musk drove me mad, and I felt myself viciously attacking Wayt's ass, as Hammond began furiously sucking and tongue-fucking mine.

I heard a deafening roar, deep and primal, and saw Hammond begin to twitch beneath me. He began rimming me so intensely and with such passion that it became an entirely new sensation of full-body pleasure, the likes of which I had never felt before. I could tell from his spasms and his ambitious work on my tailhole that he was climaxing, and from the fact that Wayt did not move away I assumed he was going to try to swallow it. I pulled away for a moment to look towards Hammond's dick, and noticed cum gushing out, overflowing from Wayt's mouth faster than he could swallow it. This turned me on so much that I reburied my face in his tailhole and began giving his ass the same level of attention Hammond had been giving me.

Wayt also gave out a deep moan, and I felt his ass clench tight around my tongue. I continued to work at his hole as he bucked in the air, and I could feel massive amounds of cum splattering everywhere. Wayt was cumming hands-free, and bucking at the air was causing him to cum buckets all over with no receptacle. He continued to moan with pleasure, though eventually he began moaning in short, high cries that signified an overload of stimulation. Hammond pushed me off his face and away from Wayt.

"Looks like the one who was scared to cum too early is the only one who hasn't cummed at all yet," Hammond said with lustful suggestion.

Wayt swallowed the last mouthful of semen leftover from Hammond's orgasm, a large amount still all over his face and neck, especially from the corners of his mouth. "Yah, yeh gotta get yers too, yeh know? Yer da one who let us do dis in da first place."

Wayt grabbed me and rotated me into a sitting position, pushing my legs up and out, and stuck his tongue to my ass, taking over where Hammond left off. He wasn't bad at rimming for having never done it before, in fact his long, pointed tongue and his lustful ambition made him seem like a natural; like he was born to rim.

Hammond straddled Wayt, nearly sitting on his shoulders, his re-hardening dick laying on Wayt's back as he leaned forward and grabbed ahold of my cock, pumping away furiously. He only needed one hand to jack me, in fact he only needed half of a hand his size, which was almost as much of a turn-on as the two sweaty, manly guys literally climbing over each other to please me sexually. Hammond leaned forward further as he jacked me off and stuck his other arm's pit over my nose. I inhaled the super-strong scent deeply, taking in the scent of pure man. As the strong, aphrodisiac smell drowned me I climaxed.

Hammond pulled his armpit away when he felt my dick begin to pulse and throb, putting his mouth over my cumming dick and suckling at it, swallowing every drop of cum as it came out. He continued to suck at it like a pacifier until I prostested from my dick being sensitive post-orgasm.

He and Wayt backed off, then sat on either side of me on the loveseat. They were both pretty big guys, Hammond practically a giant, so we were comfortably packed together to fit on the two cushions, which Hammond almost took up by himself. The result was a jumble of legs, each of us crossing our legs over and under each others' in an attempt to be able to sit without sacrificing the free air to our balls.

"Sorry I asked yeh guys ta do dat, Addams," Wayt said. "I guess I didn't really 'preciate how much yeh two loved each other, so I guess it was pretty rude o' me ta ask yeh guys teh have a threesome wid me, 'specially since I made Hammond feel guilty 'bout not doin' it."

I answered Wayt by embracing him around the torso and licking Hammond's cum off his face. I stuck my tongue in his mouth and got out any remaining unswallowed semen.

"Just remember that Hammond and his cum are mine," I warned. "As long as you keep that in mind and respect that, I might let you borrow some from time to time."

"You're welcome to have sex with us any time, Wayt," Hammond said.

"Hammond's right. If you want to explore your sexuality we'll be there for you. All three of us or either one of us with you. I learned something about sex today, and that's that it's a carnal need, and lust is different from love. As long as you and Hammond don't fall in love, as long as Hammond and I are the only two of us here that are actually in love, the sex is fine," I explained.

"Any position, any place, any time. Hey, we could even do it in the showers or in the coach's office when everyone else is up in the gym," Hammond suggested.

"That'd be hot, yeh know," Wayt said.

I leaned in and gave Hammond a thorough and passionate kiss, and I said, "That would be wonderful, Hammond. I can't wait."

We remained on the couch together, jacking off with each other, giving and receiving blowjobs, and fucking each other the rest of the day. Hammond had purchased a porn subscription with a prepaid visa, so we were entertained. Even more entertaining was the fact that Hammond's and Wayt's parents had each agreed to let them "stay at a friend's house" for the rest of the week.

Now I understood the difference between love and lust, and appreciated its power. And now that our problems were resolved, Hammond and I were very happy. And hey, if Wayt wanted to come in and get happy too, who were we to say no?