His eyes went really wide when I turned his face and kissed him full on the lips. When I was screwing Barry, I had felt no desire to kiss him or do anything romantic, but Paul was definitely inspiring different emotions in me. I kissed him gently and let my tongue play across his lips. He shuddered again and opened his lips to allow my tongue inside. Our tongues danced for several seconds before he pulled forward again with a moan. I saw that Barry had dropped to his knees and started sucking on Paul's cock and understood Paul's distraction.

I started rubbing my cock up and down his ass cheeks. My cock head felt a thousand times more sensitive than it had ever before. I was leaking pre-cum like crazy and his crack was getting slicker and slicker. His crack was feeling wetter and slicker than April's pussy. I wasn't really shocked when on one of my upward swipes, I felt my cock head brush his asshole and lodge in it.

Paul jerked and made a questioning noise. He seemed about to question my actions when he shuddered from Barry's sucking and went quiet. I took this as an okay and pressed forward. I groaned out loud myself as my cock slid inside. It felt incredible as I slid deeper and deeper into him. It also felt much different than when I had fucked Barry. It felt more like the times I had sex with April. He felt much slicker than Barry had and I knew that it all couldn't be from my leaking cock. The muscles in his ass felt different too. They seemed much stronger and more directing. I could feel them gripping my cock, moving it along even as I pushed deeper and deeper. Paul was breathing heavier and heavier and was shoving back and forth between my cock and Barry's mouth.

On one such shove, I felt Paul's muscles grip my cock and it suddenly slipped slightly upwards. I felt my cock head pop between some entrance that should not have been there. Paul screamed loudly and I was terrified that I had hurt him, but a quick glance at his face told me that he was in absolutely no pain at all. I can only describe his expression as one of pure pleasure. I heard a loud gulping noise and realized that Paul had erupted in Barry's mouth and that Barry was hungrily drinking it all down. Thus encouraged, I pushed forward and upwards until I was fully embedded in his ass.

Barry got back on his feet and took Paul's head in his hands. Paul put up no resistance as Barry pulled him down to his crotch. Barry moaned happily as Paul took his cock into his mouth and started sucking loudly. This put his ass on the perfect level for fucking and I took full advantage of it. I pulled out slightly and began fucking Paul as hard as I could. The shower room was filled with groans, sounds of sucking and the sound of my balls slapping Paul's ass. I was fucking as hard and as fast as I could and Barry was literally pounding Paul's mouth. By all rights, Paul should have been in considerable discomfort, but he was right there with us. He was sucking on Barry's cock like he was starving and the way he was twisting on my cock told me exactly what he was after there too.

Finally, I felt my balls tightening and shoved as hard as I could. I felt most of my cock bury itself in the strange new place that had mysteriously come into being inside of Paul. This seemed to set him off on a massive orgasm even though no one was touching his cock. He groaned and this set off Barry who grabbed his head in both hands and buried himself in Paul's mouth. Seeing this was all I could take. I felt my cock erupt inside of him and it felt like I was pumping gallons of sperm into his ass. It felt like my cum lasted for an hour before I finally relaxed.

Barry literally collapsed to the floor with a huge grin on his face. This left Paul unsupported and he slid forward slowly which made my softening cock slide slowly out of his ass. I actually felt myself squirt slightly as my cock head popped out of the new place, but felt a small degree of relief when it had slid completely out and Paul slumped to the floor beside Barry. Within seconds, both of them were sound asleep on the bathroom floor.

With all of the adrenaline ebbing from my system, I still managed to make it to a wall before I keeled over completely. My last thought before sleep claimed me as well was to wonder how I was going to explain all of this to April.

Chapter Six: Going To The Dogs ------------------------------

Okay, as with April and Angela, I wasn't there for this part so once again I am going to hand over the story telling reins to another member of my clan. He claims that he could never write worth a damn and even bought term papers during his brief stint in college, so I hope he can do a good enough job to keep you entertained. So here is Vargas.

Going to the dogs

Hey everybody, my name is Vargas Montoya. I am 32 years old and originally from Brazil even though my family immigrated to the US when I was nine. I'm not really much like the others you have met so far. I don't have a degree or a super brain with all kinds of shit in it. I managed two semesters of college before I dropped out and joined the Marines. I served two six-year tours and got the exalted rank of Gunnery Sergeant before I mustered out about a year ago.

Thanks to some of the contacts that I had made during my service, I scored this high paying gig working as a security expert with the research team at the ice station. It was a cushy job since none of these egg heads ever caused any trouble and the nearest other people were hundreds of miles away. I spent more time carrying crap and taking care of the work dogs than I did actually securing anything. Still I was being paid more in the six months I had signed on for than I had made during either of my tours of duty, so I wasn't complaining. I have been told that I am very easy too look at. I have brown eyes and a body that the corps spent twelve years trying to make perfect. I have lots of muscles and the six pack that most body builders only dream about. So needless to say, I never had any trouble getting some ass until I took the job here.

Most Latinos will tell you that we are a highly sexed people and there's a lot of truth to that. There's a reason why we usually have large families. So even when I was deployed to different places around the globe, I always managed to get me some at least two or three times a week. So you can imagine how horny I was when all this shit started. I was two months into my six-month stint and hadn't gotten any unless you count my hand.

After we had locked up Langdon, Paul came and asked me what had happened. While we were talking, I was shocked as hell to find out that I was getting stoked just by standing next to him. My cock was so hard that I thought it was going to pop. Now this really freaked me out because I had never gotten the hots for a guy before. Hell, I had plenty of offers from my fellow soldiers during long lonely tours of duty and I had never been tempted to try it. I ain't got nothing against it, just isn't my style. Still, if he hadn't left when he did, I would have probably been suggesting something that would have gotten me punched in the face.

Langdon had finally calmed down and seemed to have fallen asleep so I decided it was safe to leave him for a while and stretch my legs. We had him locked up pretty tight and there was no way for him to open the door from the inside because I had removed the handles and fixed the lock so that it could only be opened from the outside. Superman might have been able to get out of there, but there was no way Langdon could.

I wandered down to the dining hall to get some coffee. This took me past the shower room and even through the door; I could hear the sounds of someone being royally fucked. This did nada to decrease my horniness since it seemed to me that everyone on the base was getting some ass except me. To make things worse, the same damned smell that I had smelled when Aaron was talking to me was pretty much everywhere. It was even thicker than it had been before and just smelling it was making me hornier and hornier.

After I filled my mug with stale coffee, I decided to check on the dogs. The station had three wolf/husky mix dogs that were used to pull sleds for equipment when the temperature got too cold for the diesels on the snowmobiles to work right. They didn't see much use since most times we just stayed inside when it got that cold. It was one of my duties to keep them fed, exercised and happy. I didn't mind too much because I had always liked dogs and it gave me something to do. Their "pen" was an unused storeroom in the back of Hut 2, which also served as our garage and machine shop.

I left Hut 1 and walked through the connecting tunnel. When I did this, the smell seemed to get a little bit fainter, but not a lot. Since all of the domes were serviced by the same air system, this told me that the filters probably needed cleaning again, which I would have to do as soon as the storm cleared.

When I got to the pen, I was greeted by happy barks and tail wags. Now the three brutes we had would never win dog shows for beauty, but that really didn't matter up here. Bear was the leader of the little pack and the biggest dog I had ever seen. He stood about three feet at his shoulders and probably weighed as much as a good-sized man. He was covered in solid white fur except for the tip of his tail, which was gray.

When I stepped inside and closed the door, he trotted up to me and started nosing in my pockets for the treats that I usually bring with me. Since this had been an unplanned trip, I didn't have any, but I gave his massive head a scratch anyways. Even though there were no treats inside my pant's pocket, he kept nosing around in there any way and started making a kind of low growling noise in his chest.

I had worked with these dogs long enough to know that he wasn't threatening me, so I just ignored him. Charlie was almost as big as Bear, but colored coal black. He was also the friendliest of the three and had never really outgrown his puppy stage. He came over and sidled up beside me with an eager whine. I reached down to pet him with the other hand. Just then, Bear shoved his entire snout into my pocket and jammed it hard against my cock. Madre de Dios! I almost collapsed to the floor from the way it felt.

I pushed his head away and it took almost all of my strength to do it. Bear sat back on his haunches with his tongue hanging out and a puzzled look on his face. That was when I noticed that he was sporting a hard on that would have made any man envious. I didn't know why I suddenly found it so interesting. I felt hypnotized by the way it was shoved out of his hairy sheath. I seemed drawn to the dull red tip that was already dripping some liquid.

My own cock was harder than ever and I could feel it oozing in my pants. (For the record here, I never wear underwear. I always like the feel of everything hanging down free.) A quick look at Charlie at my side showed me that he had a hard on too. It wasn't as big as Bear's but it was still very hard and dripping. I decided to beat a hasty retreat and try to figure all of this out later. That was when Charlie grabbed onto my belt and yanked as hard as he could.

Now I was already off balance, squatting down to pet the dogs so Charlie's pull sent me tumbling backwards onto the floor. I hit pretty hard and saw stars. When I came to my senses, Bear was back at my crotch, nuzzling me again. Charlie had placed his paws on my shoulders, which kept me from getting the leverage I needed to sit up.

The last dog, Elvis (White with black spots, in case you were interested.) was sitting off to one side watching us. His cock was just as hard as the others were but he seemed to be content for the moment just to watch. I didn't know what the fuck was going on, but I knew that I had to get up and away from these loco dogs. When I started to struggle, Bear closed his mouth over my crotch and growled loudly.

This had a mixed effect on me, believe it or not. The feel of his teeth on my dick and balls and the loud growl scared me because I knew that, if he wanted to, Bear could rip out my crotch and have it for breakfast. It also felt incredible. The pressure on my cock and the vibrations from the growl almost made me faint like a little schoolgirl getting her first kiss. I stopped struggling and Bear released my jewels.

A second later, he grabbed onto my belt and waistband and tugged as hard as he could. I was shocked to feel the leather belt and the khaki fabric part like tissue paper. I had never realized just how strong these dogs were. Seconds later I was naked from the waist down except for my boots and socks. A second after that, Bear started licking my cock.

Now I am no big thinker and I was already confused by all that was going on so I wasn't thinking very clearly, so the moment that dog's tongue hit my cock I was gone like tequila at a fiesta. It felt so fucking good and I was so fucking hot that I didn't give a damn that it was a dog licking my cock. I just spread my legs like a cheap whore to give the beast more room to work. Bear seemed to really like this because he crawled between my legs and really started licking.

Every time he dragged that huge tongue up my cock shaft, I just groaned and jerked my hips for more. Once he was done licking my cock, Bear started in on my balls. He opened his mouth as wide as he could and took both of them inside. He started licking them while he was holding them inside his mouth. It felt so damned good. His mouth was hotter than any woman's I had ever had was and he kept "chewing" on my nuts while he was licking me.

I couldn't take it any more and came like never before. I must have spewed gallons of cum all over my chest as I pumped out load after load. Of course, this got Charlie's attention. He leaned down and started licking the stuff off me. First, he cleaned off my chest and then went to work on my cock, which was slimy as hell. Between him licking my cock and Bear still working on my balls, I didn't even start to go soft.

I was doing my best to think and try to figure out what was going on, but it wasn't doing much good. The dogs seemed much smarter than they had ever been before and I wasn't really dumber, but I was really having a lot of trouble thinking straight. Like any Latino male, I have been accused of thinking with my cock, but today it seemed like my little head was definitely doing all of the thinking.

I could smell that damned smell again, but it was a like a million times more powerful than before. Even though I knew something funky was going on, I just didn't care. When Bear stopped sucking on my sack and shoved his tongue up my ass, I just spread my legs wider and raised my hips up to meet him. I'm pretty sure that I howled just like a dog myself when I felt his thick hot tongue slide into my ass. I know I was squirming around and panting like a bitch in heat when Charlie started licking my cock and balls.

When I felt something hot and sticky dripping onto my face, I wasn't the least bit surprised to see Charlie's cock hanging directly over my face. He had stopped trying to hold me down and had moved forward to get better access to my crotch. His thick slab of meat was right over me and as horny as I was, it looked delicious. Like a thick juicy steak and I felt like I hadn't eaten in weeks. From the way he yelped, I don't know who was more surprised when I leaned up and licked it.

Charlie's cock had a thick, slightly slimy feel to it and had a really gamy taste to it kind of like really old beef jerky, but I didn't care. He was sucking on me so the least I could do was return the favor. I leaned up some more and turned my head to one side. This let me take his cock tip into my mouth.

This really made him happy and he shoved almost two inches in with one thrust. I sucked as hard as I could while I reached up with one hand to play with his balls and the other to stroke the part of his cock that I couldn't reach with my mouth. The pungent smell and taste were driving me insane with lust so I sucked harder. I must have sucked him for a half hour while Bear kept doing his best to shove his entire head up my ass before I felt his balls began to get really tight.