Chapter Twenty
Round Two

Blair came flying back down the stairs and slithered in between Benny and Stanley on the couch. Stanley eyed him curiously. "How did you manage to get away from Tarzan? I figured you'd be up there for at least an hour, getting your brains screwed out."

"I had to promise him that next weekend we'll go back to the observation room and he can be Bad Cop, and I'll be a male stripper busted in a raid. I don't plan to sit down for awhile after that." He snatched a handful of popcorn, crunching happily and looking not the least bit worried.

Jim thumped down the stairs, swearing softly in a not really serious manner. He leaned over the back of the couch, resting his chin on top of Blair's curly head, and the Guide fed him popcorn. "Sandburg, this is the only copy, right? I mean, you didn't make a dub and slip it into a Wrestlemania tape case at Blockbuster, did you?"

"No, but you do realize that you've just given me ideas, don't you?" At the low growl he said hastily, "Just kidding, Big Guy." Wiggling his eyebrows at Stanley, he whispered, "Mostly."

"Dammit, Blair, I'm a Sentinel. You know I heard that."

"You were meant to."

"Brat."

"Yup." Blair, surrounded by hard male flesh, snuggled contentedly and watched his lover getting his brains fucked out by the little blonde guy next to him. It wasn't that he hadn't seen such things before, perish the thought. But it was a rare treat when Jim agreed to bottom, and seeing it on tape just made it that much kinkier.

Beside him, Benton shifted, pressing a hand down on the bulge that was rising in his lap. "Blair, about what Jim said? Is there any possibility of having a copy of this? I do not personally own a VCR, but..."

"I do." Stanley reached across and stroked Benny's thigh. "Any time you want to watch skin flicks, Frase, all you got to do is ask or show up. I'll provide the beer."

Benny arched an eyebrow. "I suppose that means that I will have to supply the lube and condoms."

"Now that's a Mountie for you--grown up boy scouts, be prepared." Stan sighed happily, moving his hand up, he pushed aside Fraiser's and began to rub his friend's growing erection through the soft material of his sweats.

Blair was beginning to sport a little wood himself, and Jim had progressed to kissing his neck. "You guys, I do believe we're the horniest group around since the last time they tested Viagra." He reached out on either side, moving Stanley's hand as Stanley had moved Benny's, and began to fondle both of the Chicago cops. "Did you know that I am, to a certain extent, ambidextrous?"

Stanley sighed, dropping his head back. "Does that mean you like girls, too?"

Benny leaned forward a little to look across Blair. "Actually, Ray, that means that he can use his left hand as well as his right. Though it has been used jocularly to refer to sexual preferences, I believe the term you are looking for is..."

"Benny, I was making a joke. I know what bisexual means. I am bisexual, for cryin' out loud."

Jim transferred his attention to Stanley, licking his ear, and making him shiver. "I've noticed that for some people, being bisexual doesn't necessarily mean they understand it."

"Oh, wait, wait! Here comes my favorite part!" Stanley chortled. All of the men turned their attention back to the screen just as Stanley went still and demanded, "Beg."

Blair watched Jim's yelling reaction on tape, then twisted his head to grin back at the Sentinel. "He's right, Jim. You are a slut."

"Aren't we all?"

Ben nodded. "It would seem so, since I have already come once today, and now intend to fuck someone or something again."

Jim looped his arms around the necks of the two visiting officers, this time resting his chin on Blair's shoulder. "That four way we ended up in was pretty damn hot. Any chance of doing it again, maybe with the players swapped around a little? I'd sure like one more of those before you guys fly Solly back to Chi."

Blair stoked his lover's cheek. "There are very few things that are impossible." He glanced from side to side. "Guys?"

Stanley's "Fuck, yeah!" was vehement.

Fraiser's, "That would be lovely." was just as heartfelt, if a bit more dignified. "If I might make a suggestion? We have not seen you and Jim make love yet, Blair. I think that would be both beautiful, and so hot I could hardly stand it."

Blair smiled slowly. "I never turn down a opportunity to get Ellison dick. What did you have in mind, Benny?"

"Well, this sofa is most convenient. I think we can come up with a satisfying combination of partners. If you, Blair, were to kneel facing the back, Jim could fuck you from behind. And Stanley, if you stood just there, you would be in a perfect position for Blair to suck your cock."

"Sounds good so far," Jim agreed, as the other two nodded. "But what are you going to be up to, Benny? Surely you don't intend to just watch?"

Benton smiled angelically. "Not when there will be two absolutely irresistible asses unfilled. I am going to be the busiest one, as I intend to rotate between you and Stanley."

There were many blinks. Finally Stanley said, "I can't believe my Mountie just came up with that raunchy suggestion. Fraiser, how the hell does a recently de-virginized goodie like you come up with something so funky?"

"I have had a lot of time to fantasize, Ray."

"Sounds good to me," Blair hit rewind on the tape, then restarted it. "Background music. Okay, last one naked is a goober."

It was never decided exactly who the goober was, because for once even Jim and Fraiser didn't worry about depositing their clothes neatly. For a moment, the living room looked like the inside of a clothes drier.

Jim dashed to the bathroom, then tossed a spill of tubes and condoms on the coffee table. "I'm damn glad we keep stock on hand. We're going to need extra if Frase is going to be swapping off. What are you doing, Benny?"

Benton was busily ripping open foil packets, and lining them up. "I am preparing, Jim. I am not going to want to waste a great deal of time on preparation between partners. Otherwise everyone else will come before I get halfway there, and it will not be nearly as much fun."

As he was saying this, Blair was assuming the position, kneeling on the sofa, facing the back. He jutted his ass temptingly, spreading his knees. "Somebody get me ready. I'm hungry at both ends."

"I claim that privilege," Jim said firmly, picking up a tube of lubricant and opening it. He ran a hand over his lover's ass, dipping his fingers into the crease. "Ben, Stanley... You both have pretty asses, but Blair..."

"I know, Jim," Benton agreed. "Blair's ass is a natural wonder and a work of art. Now, please stick your fingers in it so we can get this show on the road."

He was already rolling a condom down over his own straining erection. Once he was sheathed, he picked up some Astroglide. "And while you are at it, if you would just bend a little and spread your legs?"

Stanley took the tube that Jim was through with. "I'll take care of myself, Frase. When you get ready, you'll be able to just push on in."

"Why, thank you, Ray. That is most thoughtful."

Almost simultaneously, Benton pushed the first finger into Jim's ass while Jim was working one into Blair, while Stanley was beginning his own preparations. There was a multitude of happy groans.

Blair panted "I bet you'd have to go to a proctology center to find this many fingers up this many asses."

Stanley worked a second finger into his own anus, murmuring, "Yeah, but I promise you they wouldn't be having nearly as much fun."

"Jim," Fraiser thrust in his second finger. "You are still a little open from Ray, earlier. I do not believe you need much more."

"I don't Benny. I'm ready for you right now. Just let me get Blair a little more stretched before you mount up, so we can do it together."

"All right." Benny thoughtfully reached over to stroke Stanley's cock while he pumped his fingers in Jim's ass. "I still want you to fuck me, you know, Ray."

"Yeah, babe. I will. Might have to wait till we get home, though. The boss is gonna wanna know why we both came back exhausted when all we had to do was babysit a perp."

"I, myself, am feeling quite refreshed and energized."

Stanley's eyes were hooded. "Glad to hear that. I want you to fuck me so hard I have to hang onto the couch to keep from being pushed over."

"Can do."

"Gotta love that Mountie attitude."

"Okay, I think we're ready." Jim pulled his fingers out of Blair's butt and grabbed condoms, handing one to Blair before he began to roll his own over his shaft.

Blair whined. "Why do I have to wear one of these baggies? I'm not sticking mine anywhere."

"And you're not getting come stains on my sofa again."

Blair grumbled, but slipped on the little sheath, giving his swollen cock a few friendly strokes in the process. "Stan, hold my shoulders, would you? I want my hands free, and I don't want to fall on my face."

Stanley moved into position behind the sofa. "Sure thing, kid." He lifted his cock toward Blair's lips. "Here ya go. Hot Polish sausage."

Jim frowned. "I thought you were Italian?"

Stanley shrugged. "Polish, Italian. Every country has it's own version. They all taste good.” He grinned down at Blair as the anthropologist gripped his cock with one hand and ran his tongue over the flushed head. "Right?"

"It would be rude to speak with my mouth full." Blair slowly sank down on Stanley's cock. Stanley gripped his shoulders, and settled back to enjoy himself.

"Okay, Benny. Let me get in, then give it to me." Jim moved in between Blair's legs, spreading Blair's ass cheeks, and slowly slid his throbbing cock into the enticingly stetched hole. Blair hummed appreciatively as the thick rod speared up into him, rubbing over his prostate along the way. Stanley politely told Jim 'thank you' for inducing that hum.

Once Jim was buried to the root in his Guide's bowels, he braced his legs apart, and said, "Your turn, Benny. I get to be Lucky Pierre--give and get."

"One moment."

"Ben, where the hell are you going? Get over here and fuck me."

"Do not be so impatient. I was only getting the wastebasket. I do not want to have to go all the way over there when I change rubbers, and I doubt you would want me to toss them that far."

"You're right about that. Oh, jeez..." Jim moaned as Fraiser nudged up against him and began to push his carefully lubed cock into Jim's still slightly tender asshole.

"Are you all right, Jim?"

"He's fine," Blair called back. "I just felt his cock get even bigger. Go get 'im, Benny. It's gonna travel through him and just make my drilling all the sweeter."

"Blair, get back to work." Stanley scolded.

Jim pulled back, preparing to stroke into his lover's back passage. This thrust him back even tighter on the Mountie's invading prick, and he shuddered. He was torn between pounding into Blair, and pounding back onto Benny. Decisions, decisions, decisions.

Benton wrapped his arms around Jim's chest, leaving his hips free to move as they would, letting him set the pace. From where he stood, with his height, Benton had a clear view of Blair devouring Stanley. The sight of the two beautiful men pleasureing each other was highly erotic, especially since he was at that moment buried deep in a third, equally attractive, participant.

As much as he would have liked to draw things out, Benton knew that he'd better get on with it if he didn't want to be left hard while everyone else had shot their load. Not that it would be a bad thing, because he had the feeling that one of them, if not all of them, would then concentrate on making him lose his mind. It just seemed more companionable to try to co-ordinate his orgasm with the group. Consequently, he began fucking Jim strongly.

Every time he shoved into the Sentinel's tight ass, there was a grunt from Jim, and a happy squeak from Blair, and a subsequent moan from Stanley, as the motion traveled through the chain of flesh. It was almost like fucking all three of them at once.

Blair was as happy as Jim was, both mouth and ass filled with hot male flesh. He humped and slurped enthusiastically, hands working steadily on his own erection. Someone else doing it would have been nice, but hey, no reason to get greedy.

At the other end, Stanley gripped Blair's shoulders to steady him, and worked his cock in the wet satin depths of the other man's mouth. He could look down and see Blair's head bobbing on his prick, look up and catch the magnificent sight of Jim's thick cock spreading Blair's ass hole while he pounded it home, and look back and see the flushed face of his Canadian lover as Benny humped against the dark haired cop. This was, quite simply, too good. But it could be better.

"Ellison, I'm sorry, man. Benny, get the hell over here and fuck me. Right now!"

Benton laughed, pulling out of Jim's butt. "I'm sorry, Jim, but when a friend asks for help..."

"I understand." Jim panted, rocking his hips even harder now that he didn't have the restraint of Fraiser's cock up his ass.

Fraiser quickly stripped off the still unfilled condom and replaced it with a fresh on, walking around behind his friend. He gripped Stanley's hips, holding him still so he could aim. "I am sorry, Ray. I am not much on hitting a moving target."

Ray stood still while Fraiser pried his ass cheeks apart, and Blair took advantage to really attack his job, grabbing Stanley's balls and rolling them in his palm. Stanley whined, "Christ! Hurry up, Benny!"

"Yes, Ray." Benton Fraiser, eyes gleaming, rammed into his lover with all his strength, almost driving him flat over the back of the couch. Blair found Ray bent almost flat against his back, clutching him, jolting with every thrust of the big Mountie into his back passage. It was a good thing he had breath control, or he might very well have had to slow down on his head, or even stop entirely. As it was, Stanley had to settle for having half his cock sucked and half of it stroked, rather than getting deep throat. He didn't mind. At least Blair thought he didn't. The noises he was making sounded awfully pleased.

Benny fucked Ray with short, rapid strokes. Jim was good, Blair was good, but Ray was special. And Ray was his, and would remain his. There was just something a little more intense about sex with the one you loved. Jim and Blair seemed to understand that, and build on it.

Stanley broke first, chanting, "Oh God. Oh God. Oh God!" he shot his load into Blair's mouth." Benton felt the spasmodic tightening of the other man's orgasm. He went still, reaching down quickly to grip the base of his own penis, squeezing ruthlessly. The pressure kept him from coming as Ray writhed around him, his inner muscles milking and rippling along the Mountie's cock. It was an absolutely incredible sensation, like Ray was using his ass to masturbate Fraiser.

When the twitching slowed Fraiser gently pulled free. Stanley's hole still gaped slightly, and he couldn't resist leaning down to plunge his tongue into the slick depths quickly. Stanley made a sound that probably wouldn't have been too far off what he would produce under torture, and pushed his ass back into the Mountie's face. Benton decided that Astroglide, mixed with Ray-taste, wasn't all that bad, so he had some more, licking and probing the tender, quivering flesh industriously.

Stanley sounded like he was coming unhinged. Fraiser made a mental note to ask Blair, who seemed most knowledgeable about such things, about the possibilities of flavored lubes. With a last tongue thrust, Benton stood back, and changed rubbers again.

Blair now had his mouth free, which was good, because he was very busy panting at the moment. Jim hadn't let up, and was fucking him almost frantically now. It was pretty obvious that orgasm was fast approaching for both men.

It wasn't quite as easy to grab Jim's hips and still him as it had been with Ray. Finally Blair barked, "Jim! Dammit to hell, be still for a second so Benny can get inside you. Don't you want that nice, fat cock up your butt?"

Jim stilled just long enough for Fraiser to get his dick firmly lodged inside him once again, then started back up. Again he got the whipsaw motion going. After a minute or two of this, with Stanley draped over the sofa back, kissing Blair and watching them with dreamy, sated eyes, Fraiser decided it was time to finish it.

Using his superior bulk and weight, he just moved forward. Jim couldn't stand against him, and moved forwards also. Blair ended up pressed flat to the sofa back, his cock rubbing against the soft cushions. Stanley thoughtfully squeezed a hand down and gave him a hand job as the fucking came to a conclusion.

Jim couldn't move at all. He was the filling in a Fraiser-Sandburg sandwich, and he loved it. It wasn't often he felt a sense of being so caught up in something that he was almost helpless, but this did it. All he could do was hang there and feel as Benton Fraiser drove into his ass, every thrust pushing him deeper into the hot, tight core of his lover.

Under the two-way ecstasy, Jim was the second to come. Unable to buck, all he could do was clutch at Blair and scream as his seed boiled out.

This time Benton didn't try to restrain himself, fucking all the harder as he felt Ellison's flesh grabbing at him. He came just as Blair made a mewling sound, shuddering as his own climax hit. The orgasms seemed to vibrate through all three of the interconnected me.

As they all four panted, Stanley had to go and say, "And fuck everyone who says cops can't organize or co-ordinate worth a damn. We should've filmed this, and shown it at the next damn seminar about intersystem co-operation."

Blair, on the couch, was safe. Luckily, Jim and Benton held each other up, or they would have ended up on the floor, laughing.