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young college guys?”
    I said, “I know some. Why?”
    â€œI think it would be hot to have sex with a bunch of athletic young studs.”
    I scratched my head, mostly because I was really hoping he wouldn’t pursue it any further.

    â€œDo you think you could arrange something like that?”
    â€œLet me look into it,” I said. I gave him a quick hug and took him into the massage room. We had a typical session that time. On his way out the door, Art reminded me that he’d really like to meet some young college guys.
    I made a few phone calls, but it wasn’t looking good. The next time he called, the first thing he asked was how the orgy was coming along. I told him I was still working on it. But a few days later, when Art called again, I told him that the orgy was not going to happen because I couldn’t get enough guys together.
    â€œOh, shoot. Well, thanks for trying,” Art said, disappointed.
    â€œMaybe we can try again later,” I offered.
    When Art arrived for his next appointment, he did his usual hit of meth. “Tell me about these guys that were going to come over,” Art asked eagerly as he got on the massage table.
    â€œOh, the ones I know are quite handsome,” I told him. “Hot, young, hung, horny. You would have liked them.” As we played with each other, I told Art about five young studs, around twenty-two years of age, three with blonde hair and blue eyes, the other two with brown hair and brown eyes.
    â€œMike, do you know what would really turn me on? I would love to watch you and another hot bodybuilder get it on.”
    I kept the passion going, trying not to think too much about what he was saying.
    â€œI don’t want to participate, but I would love to watch. Could you arrange that?”
    I told him it would be double because I’d have to pay my “buddy.” Art said okay, and we continued with our passion.

    I called a friend named Matt and asked if he would like to make an easy hundred dollars. “It will probably take less than half an hour,” I assured him. Matt said no problem.
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    â€œArt, I’d like you to meet Matt.”
    Art extended his right hand to shake Matt’s, moving his eyes up and down Matt’s physique. “Very nice to meet you,” he said in an anxious tone.
    Matt was a handsome, sturdy young man with a bodybuilder’s physique. Wearing just a jockstrap and a little body lotion, his stance was statuesque and his looks solidly masculine.
    â€œAre you ready to see us get it on?” I asked Art in a rough, sexy voice.
    Art nodded his head and took a seat on a chair. This all happened by the light of just one tea candle. I waited a few moments while Art got situated. I didn’t know if he was undressing or unzipping or what he was doing. While we waited, I started playing with Matt, snapping his jockstraps in a combination of foreplay and horseplay. That session may have been the first time Art had ever been with two other men.
    â€œI’m ready,” Art whispered. “Show me some hot sex.”
    Okay, show time. “You want my big fucking dick?” I said to Matt in a dominating tone. It was all role-playing for us, because Matt and I had been friends for years, and we had never talked to each other like that.
    â€œSir, can I have it?” Matt begged.
    Art seemed to be enjoying it, though it was hard to tell. In reality, I just wanted to get the show over with.
    Matt and I kept up the nasty talk because Art seemed to really respond to it. Sensing that perhaps he wanted to see a
little bit of tenderness, Matt and I slowed it down and rubbed each other sensually.
    â€œOh, yeah!” Art whispered.
    From that point on, the show was a combination of hot man-on-man action and sensual lovemaking. We tried to do whatever Art seemed to respond to.
    It may have seemed impromptu, but for Matt and me it was all choreographed. I’ve seen lots of gay porn