"Orlando, wake up."

Orlando rolled over slowly and looked up at Jude. "What time is it?" he asked drowsily.

"Time for that blow-job you owe me," Jude said, running a finger down Orlando's smooth chest, across rock hard abs and along the narrow treasure trail.

Jude kept going until Orlando grasped his wrist, stopping him.

"Just a bloody minute; I don't owe you a blow-job," Orlando said.

"Are you sure?" Jude frowned, golden brows drawing down over his luminous eyes.

"Of course I'm sure, wanker."

On the last word, Orlando yanked hard on Jude's wrist, pulling the other young man onto the bed. Jude went willingly, slipping his arms around the brunette. Orlando rolled again so that he was atop Jude, and gazed at the blonde's beautiful features.

"Fuck, you're gorgeous," Orlando smiled, tracing Jude's lips with a forefinger.

"Thanks," Jude said. "Pity about your face though. A shame you're so hideous. Sad really."

"It's so kind of you to throw me a sympathy fuck now and then," Orlando replied.

"The least I can do for someone so grotesque."

"You're a saint, Jude."

"You're only right, Orli."

Jude slid his hands down the other man's long back to the upper curve of the enticingly firm buttocks. Orlando shifted so his cock wouldn't get squashed and let more of his weight rest on Jude's slender form.

"You're hard," Orlando observed.

"You tend to have that affect on people," Jude said. "Well . . . on the men anyway."

Orlando grinned and darted forward to kiss Jude quickly before drawing back.

"I can't believe it's New Year's Eve and I'm alone," Orlando said, his mood changing swiftly from merry to morose.

"Well, thank you very much," Jude said indignantly.

"You know very well what I mean," Orlando said. "I love you, but . . ."

"But you don't *love* me," Jude finished for him.

"You're like a brother," Orlando said.

"Or at least a kissing cousin," Jude said, stealing a kiss of his own.

Orlando made a gentle humping motion, brushing his groin over the blonde's and Jude's smirk evaporated in a puff of lust. Orlando was prepared for retaliation and Jude's counter-attack did little more than exacerbate the situation. The blonde moaned in frustration as his bucking dragged his stiffening cock across his friend's stirring shaft. The silk pajama bottoms Jude wore added another dimension to the delicious sensation of skin sliding against skin.

Orlando leaned forward and grazed Jude's taut nipples with his own hard nubs. The blonde groaned and let go of Orli's buttocks, reaching for the brunette's chest. Orlando grabbed Jude's wrists and pinned them to the bed. Jude stopped fighting and looked up, panting with excitement.

"Make up your mind, O," Jude said. "Are you going to fuck me, or not?"

Orlando gazed into Jude's passion-glazed eyes, a complicated expression softening his flawless features.

"Some day, J," he answered slowly, "all kidding about sympathy fucks aside, some day you and I are going to tango."

"But not today," Jude sighed in resignation.

Orlando kissed the tip of Jude's nose and got off the blonde. Jude's hand dove for his own erection, but the brunette stopped him.

"That's a no-no, J," Orlando said, wagging a finger at his friend. "Leave it. It's the perfect accessory for the outfit you'll be wearing."

Jude groaned melodramatically. "You aren't going to hold me to that, are you?"

"It'll be fun," Orlando said. "I dress you and you dress me."

Jude hung his head as Orlando opened the big closet and started tossing out items of clothing. After a few minutes, the blonde grew tired of sulking with no one to watch him and joined Orlando in rummaging through the welter of garments. Several giggling minutes later, they were dressed to go out. Each eyed the other critically and promptly dissolved in laughter again.

"So this is what you think I should be wearing?" Jude said, wiping his eyes.

"I think you could catch a man in that outfit," Orlando clarified.

"Or a cold," Jude said.

"It won't be cold in the club and you can wear my leather trench until we get there," Orlando said.

Jude loved Orlando's black ankle-length coat. "Okay," the blonde said already picturing the reaction at the club when he opened the voluminous coat to reveal what was underneath. "Are you ready, then?"

"Almost," the brunette answered.

Orlando reached into the night table drawer and grabbed a pack of condoms and a couple of small tubes of lubricant. He tossed half the supplies to Jude with a wry smile.

"In case we get separated," Orlando said.

"And just where I am supposed to put them?" Jude asked, holding his arms out to his sides.

"Stick them up your arse," Orlando suggested. "You've got room."

Jude's gasp of surprised outrage was loud in the sudden silence. "Arsehole!" the blonde exclaimed.

"That's what I said," Orlando replied innocently.

"I'm as tight as Demi Moore's grip on Ashton Kutcher's balls," Jude said indignantly.

"And higher than the cost of living," Orlando muttered under his breath. "Come on, J, let's get going. Cabs are going to be as scarce as . . . as . . ."

"Ashley Simpson's talent?" Jude suggested.

"Anna Nicole Smith's intelligence," Orlando countered.

"Paris Hilton's self-respect?"

"Britney Spears' class."

"You win," Jude capitulated.

Orlando put his arm through his friend's and drew the lithe blonde toward the door. "Come on," he urged. "I'm horny and I want to find an acceptable partner before midnight."

"Don't you mean the *stroke* of midnight," Jude leered, grabbing at Orlando's crotch.

Orlando smacked Jude's hand. "Save it," he advised, hailing a taxi. "Remember, you need to find someone, too."

Jude pretended to pout as they got in the cab. "You won't share?"

"Only if it's quid pro quo," Orlando said, shutting the door.

Leaning over the seat back, Orlando asked the lady cabbie to take them to Midnight Garden, the hottest gay nightclub in Savannah. When they arrived, the two beautiful young men sashayed past the line at the velvet rope and stopped in front of the two massive bouncers flanking a wispy waif clutching a stamp pad with steely-eyed authority.

"Orli! Jude!" the gatekeeper cried in a reedy voice.

"Hi David," Jude and Orli said in harmony, kissing the scrawny man's cheeks.

The doorman/arbiter of cool, whom Orli and Jude referred to somewhat unkindly behind his back as Spayed David, turned and flapped his hands at the bouncers.

"Well, don't just stand there like slabs of USDA beef," David snapped, "get the door for Orli and Jude."

The two young men walked through the door with David's comment, "Nice coat," floating in their wake and then they were inundated with the noise, colors and smells of the Garden. They stood there long enough to be sure they'd drawn enough eyes before removing their outer wraps and revealing the packages they'd brought to the party.

Orlando had chosen a skin tight cotton spandex blend t-shirt with cropped hem and sleeves for Jude to wear with fire engine red leather shorts. Both garments molded to every contour of the blonde's svelte frame. Jude was a match just waiting for the right rough surface to strike against before bursting into flame.

"Every eye in the room is on you," Orlando said, his breath tickling Jude's ear.

Jude smiled good-naturedly. "Only until you take your jacket off," he said.

"Had enough of the limelight then?"

"Show them what they're missing, O," Jude said.

Orlando took off the Edwardian-style burgundy velvet frock coat just as one song ended and another began. The lights playing on the dance floor sped up along with the beat of the retro-disco, flickering scarlet, cobalt and emerald over Orlando's skin. Several jaws hit the floor at the sight of the two incredibly good-looking men standing together sporting major wood without the slightest hint of self-consciousness.

"Oh, yeah," Jude said. "That outfit is *you*."

Orlando rolled his eyes, but a deal was a deal. He was sure he looked ridiculous in the gold fishnet tank that displayed his nipples like a pair of Hershey's Kisses and the black velvet track pants that draped and clung to every line of his elegant frame. However, he had made the rules: anything in the closet was fair game. He just hadn't expected Jude to turn the tables on him by buying the shiny mesh garment and hiding it at the back.

"Oh my God," Jude exclaimed, squeezing Orlando's wrist. "Be cool, but look to my right. The two blonde guys sitting near the bar."

"Fuck me!" Orlando breathed. "We come here looking for a couple of studs and the first thing we see is this pair of hunks. We must have done something to please the Gods."

"We don't have them home yet," Jude said reasonably.

"Not yet," Orlando agreed. "But it's a done deal."

Jude raised an eyebrow. "No offense, O, I mean, you're the most beautiful thing I've ever seen and you ooze that hot/sweet, virgin/slut charm that guys would lick up off the floor of the bus station men's room, but aren't you being a little arrogant?"

"I'm just stating facts," Orlando said. "I'm taking that blue-eyed babe home even if I have to use a stun gun and a hand cart."

"Isn't that a little extreme? Not to mention legally actionable?"

"Like my Mama used to say, *It don't matter what bait you use, as long as you get 'em in the bucket," Orlando drawled.

"Full frontal attack then?" Jude asked.

"Chocolate/vanilla swirl," Orlando said, like a quarterback calling a play.

"Just a second," Jude said. "Which one is it you want?"

"The one with eyes like melted summer sky," Orlando said.

"Would that be the one on the left?"

Orlando nodded.

"Good, because I quite fancy his wingman," Jude said. "That works out well."

"Come on," Orlando said. "Let's knock their socks off."

"They'll never know what hit 'em," Jude promised.

"Give me your coat," Orlando said, "and follow me."

Orlando crossed the dance floor with Jude wafting along in his wake until he reached the railing near where the two blonde men were sitting. Tossing the coats over the padded rail, Orlando shot the hunks an assessing glance. Making eye contact with his quarry, Orlando gave the man a smoldering stare just before Jude's arms wrapped around him.

Orlando turned in his friend's embrace and pressed his crotch to the blonde's. Swaying to the sultry beat, the two gorgeous young men brought their lips together. Jude opened his mouth, inviting Orlando's tongue to wrestle. Orlando dipped his partner, bending the limber blonde backward and stealing a surreptitious peek at his target.

Perfect! Both studs were riveted on their performance. It shouldn't take much more to have one or both of the handsome pair over here trying to cut in. Orlando nuzzled Jude's fragrant neck as he pulled the lissome young man back upright. Jude clung to Orlando; reveling in the contact like the good little mammal he was, he hooked a bare leg around his partner's knee to press his groin closer.

"I hope I'm not being incredibly rude," a voice that belonged to Celtic royalty cut through the loud music.

Orlando and Jude stopped dancing/humping and regarded the big man speculatively.

"That depends," Orlando said.

"On what?" the tall blonde man asked.

"On what you say next of course," Orlando smiled.

"In the extremely unlikely event that the pair of you are on your own, would you beauties be at all interested in joining me and my friend for a drink?"

"Does your friend look anything like you?" Orlando inquired coyly.

"You should know," the big man said. "You've been clocking him since you took your coat off."

Orlando's eyes widened and then he laughed. "Busted," he said. "I'm Orlando and this is my friend Jude."

The stranger held out a huge hand. "I'm Sean," he said. "My friend's name is Viggo and we couldn't help but notice that there are two of you and two of us and we thought that maybe we should join forces, you know? What do you lads think?"

"What makes you think we're not a couple?" Orlando asked.

"What makes you think we're not?" Sean countered.

"Fair enough," the brunette said. "Are you buying? My friend and I are temporarily insolvent."

"On New Year's Eve?" Sean exclaimed. "I won't have it," he said. "You boys must join us for the evening. No strings attached. My word of honor."

"Intriguing," Orlando said. "If nothing else, we'll find out what your word is worth."

"I'm intrigued that you do all the talking," Sean said. "Does this spun gold beauty have a tongue?"

"Play your cards right and you'll find out," Jude said.

Sean smiled, his green eyes gleaming. "I'm not very good at games," he said. "But I'll do my best to play along."

Orlando observed the almost visible spark that flared between Jude and Sean and hope he'd be as fortunate. It was apparent that Jude was going to get lucky if he wanted to and Orlando didn't want to become a fifth wheel. Fervently, the brunette prayed that Sean's companion was comparable to the big blonde. Viggo certainly looked good from a distance, but would he have the same indefinable aura of manliness that made Sean so attractive?

It took five steps and as many heart beats to answer that question. Sean introduced Jude and Orlando, and Viggo took Orlando's hand as he said hello. Orlando's heart stuttered and then resumed its steady drumming to a faster rhythm. Small erotic shocks like electric ants raced up Orlando's arm from the point of contact, spreading a warm tingling as his nerve endings lit up in an advancing wave.

"Earth to Orli!"

Orlando turned toward the sound of Jude's voice.

"What?"

Jude leaned toward Orlando, resting his forehead against the other young man's. "Are you as in lust as I am?" he asked softly.

"You know me well," Orlando whispered. "Keep an eye on me, will you? I'm afraid I might lose control with this one. He . . . does something to me."

"Oh dear," Jude met the dark eyes centimeters from his. "I'm afraid his friend has the same effect on me. I just want to wrap myself around his cock and ride him ragged."

Orlando shivered. "We go home together," he said firmly. "It's all or nothing, agreed?"

Jude nodded. "Agreed. We don't know these guys from Adam."

"Our place, not theirs," Orlando appended.

Jude grimaced. "Okay, but my dirty underwear is lying on the bathroom floor."

"Everything okay?" Sean asked anxiously.

"No problem," Jude said quickly. "I'd love a Red Beer if you're buying. That's half Red Bull and half any draft beer, if the waiter's totally ignorant. Orli will have water."

"My pleasure," Sean said. "Have a seat."

Orlando had already sat down on the bench seat of a booth with Viggo. Jude took one glance at their engrossed stare and left them alone. He could watch the dancers until Sean came back with their drinks.

"This is going to sound really sleazy, but do you mind if we go somewhere less public?" Orlando half-shouted over the music.

Viggo leaned closer to the stunning brunette. "I'd prefer somewhere quieter," he said.

Orlando almost hugged himself. This was going so well; surely, Jude would wake him up at any moment to tell him it was time to get dressed. Boldly, just to test the reality of the situation, Orlando put his hand on Viggo's thigh. Warm, firm and . . . Orlando's hand slid higher . . . very firm.

Orlando raised his eyes to the blonde man's and caught a tolerant smile on Viggo's lips. "Do I amuse you," the boy asked.

"I've never been fondled in public," Viggo answered. "Not sure how I'm supposed to react. How about getting out of here?"

Orlando gave the man's trouser-snake, no, better call it a trouser-anaconda, a squeeze and let go. "Jude and I came here together," Orlando said, "and we leave together. Do you think your friend would like to come to our place?"

"Do you think Oprah likes doughnuts?" Viggo shouted back over the din.

Orlando grinned and turned to give Jude the signal. Sean was just arriving with the drinks and Jude grabbed his mug, downing it in a few prodigious gulps. Sean looked impressed and then tossed back his shot of Glenfiddich, followed by a drink of his Guinness. The big man hid his surprise when his companion stood and followed the brunette stunner. Shrugging, Sean snatched up his leather jacket and hurried after Jude's swaying buttocks.

"Where's your car?" Orlando asked as they emerged from the club onto River Street.

Sean chuckled. "This way," he said, taking Jude's arm.

Orlando exchanged a glance with Jude when the two men led them to a pair of low-slung Harley Sportsters. The chrome and steel road sculptures crouched at the curb as though anxious to leap onto the road and carve the wind. Orlando saw the flicker of doubt in Jude's pale eyes and hurried to allay his partner's fears.

Leaning close, Orlando whispered in Jude's ear. "Do you see any tattoos?"

Jude shook his head.

"Then they're probably not real Hell's Angels," Orlando said. "Don't be scared off by the spiked wristbands, J. I'm sure he'll take them off . . . if you want him to."

Orlando waited an agonized eternity for Jude's nod of assent. If Jude called it off, Orlando would respect his friend's wishes and they'd go home alone, but Orlando really, really hoped Jude would say yes. Orlando had never wanted anyone as badly as he wanted this Viggo fellow.

"He doesn't have any calluses on his hands," Jude said, half to himself, and then met Orlando's anxious gaze. "If you think they're all right, I'm game."

Orlando grinned delightedly. "Gentlemen, start your engines," he said loudly.

Sean and Viggo straddled the hogs and kicked the powerful engines to life. The distinctive Harley loping grumble issued from the pipes, blatting to an ear-shattering roar as the throttles were sharply twisted. The strong vibration found an echo in Orlando's groin and pulled him toward the bike and rider.

Viggo offered the boy a helmet, but Orlando was living recklessly tonight and shook his head at the very sensible suggestion. Viggo shrugged and kicked the bike's stand to a folded position. Orlando quite naturally wrapped his arms around the man's slim waist as the growling, burbling machine rolled forward. The boy felt the taut muscles flinch under the leather and realized with a start that this serene stud was just as wired as he was.

Jude climbed on behind Sean and held tight as they pulled into traffic. As soon as there was a long clear space, Viggo gunned the Harley and shot down the road with Sean in close pursuit. Orlando tightened his hold automatically as the powerful machine surged forward and the lights became a smeary streak of brightness in his wind-blurred vision. Leaning forward, Orlando could smell new leather, shampoo and the spicy/citrus fragrance of an undistinguished after-shave overlaying the alluring musk of the man's natural scent. He was jarred from his thickening sensual fog when Viggo shouted a question.

"Oh . . . right," Orlando said. "Directions probably would be helpful. Turn left here."

Despite the suddenness of the boy's command, Viggo executed the maneuver deftly. Orlando was impressed by the man's control over the motorcycle and hoped that mastery extended to Viggo's other endeavors. He also hoped that this golden stud was ready for love when they reached the house because the feel of the powerful engine between his legs was driving Orlando into a frenzy of lust.

Jude caught his best friend's hot-eyed stare as they pulled into the drive of the converted three-story ante-bellum home. Taking over the directions, Jude had the men park around back near the entrance to their apartment. No one spoke as they walked up the outside stairs and entered the second floor flat. Orlando turned and met Viggo's eyes as soon as the door closed behind them, his expression leaving no doubt as to what he wanted.

Letting his jacket slide from his shoulders to the floor, Orlando opened his arms. Viggo accepted the offer with alacrity, enfolding the tall boy in an embrace that increased in ardor by the second, as they grew used to the feel of one another. Orlando tilted his face invitingly, and Viggo took the proffered lips in an exploratory kiss.

Jude cocked an eyebrow at Sean. "I think they've forgotten us," Jude said.

"Rude bastards," Sean replied.

"Yeah. Well . . . would you like a drink? Or we could sit on the couch, or-"

"The couch is mine," Orlando surfaced long enough to say.

Jude rolled his eyes. "It's half mine," he said to Sean, taking the big man's hand.

Passing the entwined Orlando and Viggo, Jude pulled Sean down to sit on the enormous camel-backed sofa that was rumored to have been owned by Savannah's most notorious madam in the early nineteen hundreds. It was upholstered in red velvet that was indisputably tacky, but which nonetheless suited the piece perfectly. Sean ran a hand along the satiny wood of the arm in sincere appreciation of the workmanship.

"I'm over here," Jude said.

"Sorry," Sean replied. "This is a lovely piece."

"And you could say the same about me," Jude guessed.

Sean drew breath to protest the vulgar comment when Viggo landed on the couch with Orlando atop him. Sean was thrown onto Jude, who happily played the part of backstop. Sean was startled to feel soft lips against his cheek, but he quickly recovered when Jude found his mouth and kissed him tentatively.

Orlando molded his length to Viggo's hardness, devouring every inch of exposed skin with lips, teeth and tongue. Viggo gave as good as he got, kneading the boy's tight buttocks through the velvet trousers as he reciprocated the ardent kisses. Orlando wriggled with delight as the man's long fingers crept into the crevice of his ass.

The brunette's enthusiasm shoved Viggo against Sean's back. Sean half-turned in surprise, taking away the support and Viggo's head fell into the big man's lap, followed by Orlando. Jude's surprised gaze met Orlando's smoldering eyes and the pretty blonde did as his libido urged. Jude closed the distance between them and covered Orlando's mouth with his.

Sean glanced down at Viggo incredulously, as the two gorgeous boys fought an intense duel with their tongues. Viggo smiled his disbelief at their luck and went back to watching the rousing sight. Sean had never participated in anything other than one-on-one sex, but he was willing to try almost anything with present company.

Jude shivered deliciously as Sean's teeth sank into the nape of his neck. He whimpered into Orlando's mouth, sending a pulse of raw sensual energy whizzing down Orlando's spine. The brunette beauty moved his hips in a circular motion, sliding his hard-on against Viggo's as he fucked Jude's mouth with his tongue.

"Can I get some sugar?" Viggo asked softly.

Orlando broke the kiss and looked down at the handsome man. "You're not sweet enough?" he asked coyly.

Sean's snort of laughter brought Orlando's head around again.

"Vig's been called a lot of things," Sean said, "but I don't think sweet was one of them."

"Tough guy, huh?" Orlando asked gleefully.

"Oh yeah, he be the baddest dealer of antiquities in Savannah," Sean grinned and then gasped as Jude tweaked his nipple hard.

"Hey!" Viggo said, as Sean's cock twitched. "Get that thing out of my ear."

Orlando met Viggo's eyes and held them. "Why don't you show me how bad you are?" the boy challenged in a throaty purr.

"Yeah," Sean chimed in. "And if you aren't planning on giving me head, why don't you get out of my lap."

Viggo's lips thinned to a grim line and his eyes went cold as a winter sky. Surging to his feet, the man took Orlando with him, not giving the slender boy a chance to find his feet before throwing him over one shoulder. Orlando shrieked with delighted laughter as Viggo carried him to a rectangular refectory table and laid him on his back. The blonde man yanked Orlando's legs apart and moved between his thighs, pressing their groins together.

Approving the height of the heavy piece of mahogany, Viggo grabbed the waistband of the boy's velvet track pants and pulled them off one long leg. Orlando moaned as the man took hold of his yearning arousal and stroked it firmly. Viggo leaned over and took a tempting nipple between his teeth through the gold mesh, making the young man cry out with pleasure. Orlando writhed against the polished wood as the man alternately sucked his nipples and his cock, bringing him to a profound state of excitement.

Out of the corner of his eye, Viggo saw the condoms and lube that had fallen out of the pocket of Orlando's trousers. Relinquishing the dizzying pleasures of the possessing the exquisite body for a moment, Viggo picked up the tube and a foil package. Setting the unopened rubber on the table, the man opened the lube and coated his fingers.

Orlando moaned when the tantalizing lips teased his nipples again as the man pumped his shaft. Everything was going wonderfully for him; this stud was an incredibly generous lover, seemingly content to drive Orlando to the heights of ecstasy without asking much in return. Orlando was floating on a cloud of sensual stimulation when he felt a slippery digit bump against his lower entrance.

Orlando gasped and arched his back as the finger slid past the ring of muscle that guarded his passage. His lover was no amateur; Viggo sought and quickly found the boy's prostate, massaging steadily as he continued his attentions to the hard nipples and harder cock. The young man was near delirious with pleasure, his sable curls trailing across the satiny wood as he tossed his head from side to side.

Orlando caught Jude's eye over Sean's broad shoulder and the two boys smiled at one another in perfect contentment. Who would have believed a couple of hours ago that things would have turned out so well? Giving Jude a wink, Orlando gave his complete attention to what Viggo was doing to him.

The sensation of his nipples rubbing against the slightly scratchy gold mesh as they were drawn through it into the man's hot mouth was unique in Orlando's experience and he was savoring it. The blonde formed a floating cock ring of his thumb and forefinger that squeezed the base of the boy's pulsing shaft while rubbing the fat vein on its underside. A thick finger, slick with lube, teased his irised opening wickedly before entering on each languid stroke.

Orli's eyes flew open and an incoherent gurgling noise escaped his throat as the stud took him right to the point of no return and backed off. The boy moved feverishly against the table, his arms reaching up and his hips pumping, missing the man's hands and mouth. Viggo ground his clothed erection hard against the boy's, taking hold of the restlessly moving hands and pinning them to the mahogany.

"Oh, yeah," Orlando moaned, pleased that his partner's biker attire was matched by the man's forceful technique. "Take me, stud," he dared the man. "Make me yours."

The blonde Adonis scowled at the boy as he claimed the pretty lips. Orlando whimpered softly as his mouth was plundered while his crotch was crushed against the man's leather covered groin. Viggo flexed his buttocks, his cock throbbing like a toothache as he wedged it into the velvety cleft. Orlando's hips lifted from the table and he let his legs sprawl wide in blatant invitation.

Viggo unfastened his leather jeans and Orlando raised his head for the unveiling. The boy's dark eyes widened at the length and girth of the man's love muscle, and then lay back down and tried to relax as much as he could. Every nerve was humming and his blood sang in his veins as he anticipated the crescendo of pleasure when this amazing man made him cum.

Sean's eyes opened as Orlando let out a piercing yelp and Jude's talented mouth abandoned the big man's cock. Jude jumped to his feet and moved to go to Orlando, but Sean's hand on his shoulder dissuaded him.

"Your friend's all right," Sean said. "Look at him."

Orlando's slender limbs splayed across the dark wood like an ivory sculpture of a young God in the throes of exquisite pain or terrible pleasure. It was impossible to tell if the lovely face were about to break into tears or laughter. The slim fingers were clenched into fists where they were pinioned to the hard surface. The narrow back was arched as though Orlando attempted to buck his rider off as the huge cock forged inexorably into him.

Jude opened his mouth to call out to Orlando but the brunette spoke first.

"Please . . . don't stop," Orlando panted. "Give me . . . all of it."

"Oh," Jude said. "Well, I guess he's all right then, but bloody hell, I've never seen a cock that big in person."

"Don't worry, baby," Sean said. "Viggo's not going to hurt him and you know what? Your concern for your friend is a real turn-on to me."

"Really?" Jude said hopefully. "I was afraid you'd be upset when I kept looking over at him."

"No indeed," Sean said. "In fact, why don't you sit straddling my thighs and you can watch them while we fuck."

Jude shuddered. "You're a dream," he said as he retrieved the lube from the back pocket of the tight red vinyl shorts.

Sean licked his lips unconsciously as he looked up at the boy standing wide-legged in front of him. Jude's stretchy black t-shirt was rolled up to his armpits and the tip of his handsome cock peeked over the waistband of the shiny shorts.

"God I wish you didn't have to take those off," Sean groaned as the young man greased Sean's shaft.

Jude smiled. "Your wish is my command, master," he said.

Taking Sean's hand, Jude guided it to the zipper that opened the crotch of the shorts. Sean lost no time making the gorgeous young man accessible to his straining hard-on. The big man could barely contain himself, stroking his slick arousal as he watched Jude prepare himself. Jude alternated monitoring the action on the table with looking into Sean's eyes.

Sean groaned deep in his chest as Jude slowly lowered himself onto the man's upstanding rod. The blonde boy rested his hands on Sean's wide shoulders and dreamily seesawed up and down on the pole of flesh. Sean wrapped his big hands around Jude's slim waist and supported the young man as he rose up and sank back down at a languorous pace. Sean did not complain about the leisurely tempo. He had all night.

Orlando fought to relax, but every muscle stood out in stark relief with the strain of taking the long, thick cock into his sheath. Delicate droplets of salt water dewed the boy's smooth skin as he struggled to assimilate the enormous sense of pressure. He was unaware of the small, soft sounds that leaked from his throat as the hard shaft pulsed deep inside him.

"Oh no, please wait! Wait! Wait!" Orlando said in rapid breathless patter as the man started to back out.

"Wait for what, boy?" Viggo growled. "Midnight? I'm ready now."

Orlando quivered with excitement as the man ignored his request. The hard-bodied blonde pulled his straining length back to the very brink and paused to relish the tableau before him. Viggo rested his hands against the young man's marmoreal inner thighs, massaging the silken skin gently with his fingertips as Orlando squirmed and whimpered in need.

Carefully, Viggo eased the head of his shaft forward, rubbing the blunt tip against the boy's prostate before drawing back. Precisely, rhythmically, he repeated this action until Orlando was crying out at each stroke and rocking against the table in an effort to capture more of the pleasure-giving rod.

"I want you to cum now," Viggo said, taking hold of Orlando's leaking shaft.

Orlando's breath came quick and shallow as the man pumped his fevered length in time with the controlled thrusts. The boy felt the precursors of a truly cataclysmic climax ripple through his lower belly, tightening his balls and making his cock throb in time.

"Oh, God, Viggo," Orlando groaned. "I've never felt anything like this before. It feels so good it hurts."

"Then shut up and cum," the man snarled, bending forward to lick at the chocolate nipples poking through the gilded fishnet.

Orlando's ragged panting ceased as a strangled howl of fulfillment burst from his mouth. Viggo let go of the boy's spurting shaft to grab the bucking hips and propel his length up the tight channel. The willowy brunette arched off the table with a sharp cry and Viggo slipped a muscular arm around the pliant waist.

Orlando's mop of silken curls brushed the polished wood as his head fell back in an ecstatic swoon. The man who plunged so wildly into him, held him securely in strong arms. Putting his trust in the self-confident stud, Orlando relaxed completely into the soft, golden cloud of afterglow and gave himself up to Viggo.

Jude's breath grew short as he gazed at the pleasure-drugged expression on his friend's face. Orlando's eyes were half closed, with a gleam of light showing through the lush fringe of dark lashes. The brunette's sculpted lips hung open on a gasp of bliss as the big cock drove into him relentlessly. Jude tangled his fingers in Sean's shaggy hair and pulled the man's face to his chest as he felt his release building to a crest.

"I'm cumming," Jude informed Sean.

Sean sucked harder on a candy pink nipple as he stroked Jude's hard length. Jude gripped Sean's brawny shoulders and pumped himself faster on the man's erection. A cry of fruition broke from Jude's lips as his cock disgorged a copious amount of warm liquid. Sean groaned as the boy let himself sink all the way down, engulfing Sean's rigid rod.

"Jesus!" Sean exclaimed as Jude flexed his opening on the base of the man's shaft.

The big blonde rose, cupping Jude's buttocks in his hands. Jude wrapped his legs around Sean's waist and locked his hands behind the man's neck as Sean thrust in short, sharp strokes. Sean buried his face in Jude's neck and dug his fingers into the muscles of the boy's ass as he discharged his seed deep in the velvet folds of the clinging sheath. With a sigh of completion, Sean sank back down onto the couch with Jude on his lap.

Jude rested his cheek on top of Sean's head and watched with heavy-lidded eyes as Sean's friend gave cocky Orlando the stuffing of his life. The lithe brunette was thrashing aimlessly, sobbing and gasping for breath as the big shaft ceaselessly stimulated his sweet spot on the way in and out. His cock had risen again and lolled against his belly in a patch of its own fluid. When Orlando periodically reached for it, Viggo batted his hands away.

Any other time and Jude would have angrily demanded that the stud have mercy on his friend and let Orlando cum, but not right now. Right now, Jude was basking in the glow of the best orgasm he'd ever experienced. Whether it was because Sean had given him control, or something as ineffable as the way Sean smelled, Jude didn't know and didn't care. Everything was just perfect at this moment and he would hang onto it as long as possible. Besides, it was fun watching O, the arrogant man-magnet, come undone.

"Ah sweet Jesus, aren't you ever going to cum?" Orlando whined as Viggo thrust metronomically.

Viggo flattened his palms on either side of the boy's shaft, trapping it with his thumbs, stroking it lightly from base to tip with each thrust of his own cock. Orlando lifted his right leg and rested the calf against the man's shoulder to grant even greater access. Viggo wrapped an arm around the supple thigh and grasped the weeping rod in his fist.

"Is this bad enough for you?" Viggo asked as he pushed his full length into the tight socket.

"Yes!" Orlando panted. "You can stop now."

"Not until you cum again," Viggo said firmly.

"I never cum twice," Orlando protested.

"Then that's your New Year's resolution," the blonde man said. "From now on, you cum twice."

Orlando shook his head. "It's not going to happen," he groaned, as the man pulled out.

"Oh my God, O!" Jude said suddenly. "Look at the clock! It's almost midnight!"

Orlando heard Jude as though his friend were talking on a phone with a bad connection. All he cared about was the fact that he felt horribly empty. Then the taut head of Viggo's shaft bumped his opening and warmth came back into the world.

Viggo grasped his straining shaft, laying his thumb along the top. Delicately, he eased back into the lubricated entrance, watching the boy's face. Orlando's eyes opened wide as Viggo raised his thumb and rocked gently in and out.

"Ten . . . nine . . . eight," Jude said, watching the digital clock.

Orlando's cries of bliss increased in volume and frequency as the intense stimulation continued.

"Seven . . . six . . . five," Sean joined Jude in the countdown.

Orlando's back bowed as if he'd just had forty thousand volts run through his system, galvanizing his muscles and freezing him in place as his release overtook him.

"Four . . . three . . . two," Viggo whispered as he leaned over Orlando's shuddering body and captured the sweet lips with his.

"One!" Jude and Sean shouted as they hugged one another tightly.

Viggo lodged his spurting cock as deeply as possible into Orlando's yielding flesh, mimicking the action of his tongue in the boy's mouth. Orlando surrendered completely, subdued by the intensity of the sensations that had taken control away from him. He had asked for it and this perfect stranger had given it to him in style. If he were the perfect fool, he would live with it. If this was submission, then bring on the whips and chains.

Viggo relinquished Orlando's mouth with a smile. "Happy New Year," the man said softly.

"It is now," Orlando purred.

"Happy New Year," Jude and Sean called out and then went back to what they were doing.

"They seem happy," Viggo observed.

Orlando made an indeterminate noise and the man looked down at him. The boy whimpered and shook his head as Viggo moved his hips subtly.

"Not yet," Orlando pleaded. "Just hold me for a few minutes."

Viggo put his arms around the boy and lifted him to a sitting position. Orlando rested his head on the man's shoulder and fetched a deep sigh.

"I have to confess," the young man murmured. "I'm not really the club-hopping twinkie action figure I appear to be."

"I know," Viggo said. "I'm sure you've guessed that I'm not a Hell's Angel."

"We both went out looking for our fantasy and found something better."

"Does that mean this isn't a one-night-stand?"

"Only if you want it to be," Orlando replied.

"Hell no!" Viggo said. "I never want to be farther away from you than the length of my hard-on."

"So I'll still need my passport," the boy joked. "O-o-o-o-h . . . stop doing that," Orlando groaned as the softening shaft moved in his sheath.

"Come on, Cinderella," Viggo said, as he gently withdrew. "The ball is over. The clock has struck twelve and . . ." The man broke off as he noticed the condom still in its wrapper. "And someone forgot their party slipper," he finished.

Orlando followed the man's gaze. "I'm clean," he said quickly. "I can prove it."

Viggo nodded. "Somehow, I knew that too," he said. "For the record, I have no known diseases, although Sean thinks I'm mental because I can't sleep with someone I don't care about. Sorry if I was a little rough on you, but I've been saving it for a while."

Orlando sat up and stretched languidly. "You were just what I needed," he assured the man.

A dull concussion caught everyone's attention and then the window was filled with coruscating light. The four men squeezed onto the small cupola, Jude and Orlando standing in front of Sean and Viggo. Craning their necks, they watched the fireworks being set off over the river a few blocks away.

Each was lost in their own thoughts as the man-made lights bloomed and winked out against the backdrop of black night and twinkling stars. None knew what the future held for them, but two thousand and five was *getting off* to a good start.