Alien Visitor
Chapter 12
Steve pondered a moment and then smiled. "Because I already ate out Pieter's ass at the club, I think it only reasonable that B.J.'s ass takes a ride on my tongue. After that, you're gonna get fucked and bred, B.J." He looked back at Pieter and added, "And that means that your horse dick will be riding my ass while I breed your boyfriend."
Immediately, I flipped on to my back and pulled my knees into my chest. Steve's tongue scored a direct hit on my manhole, shoving most of its exploring length into me.
Pieter applied lube to Steve's ass and slowly entered him. "You take my big dick pretty easily, considering that you top most of the time," Pieter observed, as he nuzzled Steve's right ear. If Steve wasn't already overwhelmed with lust, his face buried in my ass gave him a BIG hit of my pheromones. Pieter's face pressed against Steve's face gave our new bed partner another big whiff of sex pheromones.
Steve moaned softly in my ass, but didn't directly answer Pieter's question about the ease with which he entering Steve's hungry hole. His skillful rimming of my ass had me whimpering for something bigger, thicker, and longer. But, I knew that Steve was bigger than Pieter in length and thickness. With a good deal of daily experience getting fucked by Pieter, I thought I'd probably be able to take the bigger Steve.
Our new friend pulled away from rimming me and quickly aimed his elephant dick at my wet hole. Pieter tried to keep up with the rapid forward motion, but was taken by surprise at how quickly Steve moved. I relaxed and welcomed the big head that had pressed hard against my back door. Steve pressed deeper, his lips pressed hard against mine. I felt a sudden surge as more of Steve's massive dick slid deeper. Pieter sighed as he reestablished himself deep inside Steve's ass again.
"Take it easy on my ass, Pieter," Steve croaked. "You'll make me nutt too soon!" I grabbed Steve's ass and urged him to go deeper and fuck me harder. Steve's huge dick felt so good inside me. Yeah, it was bigger than Marshawn's or Pieter's. But, I'm a very hungry bottom and I wanted BIG!
"Ride my ass, Steve!" I begged. "Give me all the jizz you got in your big nuts! Knock me up, Man!" Steve was still reluctant to nutt too quickly. But my squeezing ass tunnel and Pieter's big dick ravaging Steve's prostate proved that it was inevitable that Steve wasn't going to win this round.
"This won't be the only chance you have to breed us tonight," Pieter assured him. Giving in, Steve increased his speed and length of rapid penetrations. "Yeah, that's it, Steve. Fuck his black ass and make me cum up your ass at the same time!"
I grabbed Steve's head and pulled it down for another deep kiss. My hands moved to his pistoning ass, urging him to work harder on my deep love tunnel. He raced faster to the seeding that both of us wanted. My ass chewed and stroked on his big dick as he pounded me into the mattress.
"Cumming!" Steve mumbled around our passionate kiss. Steve slammed deep and unloaded with heavy jets of his creamy jizz. I felt his dick jerk with each climax spasm. His hips barely moved as more of his baby gravy poured into me. I worked my tunnel to help him hit the highest pleasure plateau he'd ever experienced. This guy had a wonderful dick and I wanted many rides on it. He whimpered and moaned with each wave of climax. His nutt was buried deep, just the way I liked it.
As Steve pumped more jizz into me, I heard Pieter's familiar cries of joy. Steve's ass tunnel was being bathed in alien jizz, laced with the cure for HIV. His future partners were going to take that massive dick up their holes and Steve would unknowingly deliver the cure. Even if they didn't get fucked, I was sure that they would want to suck on that massive ass ripper. His precum would be adequate to spread Pieter's antidote.
I was sure that Steve's dick had stopped firing, but he continued to fuck me. Part of his hip action backed up on Pieter's big dick. Despite being a top most of the time, Steve sure loved to get fucked. Your sexual desires had little to do with your body size or dick size. All three of us were perfect examples of never judging a book by its top or bottom cover.
After a few more minutes of bonding, we separated. Steve noticed that I hadn't shot my load yet. "Your turn on my ass, B.J.," he said. "Ride me like Pieter did and give me at least as much juice as he pumped into me when you nutt inside me."
"What position do you want to be in when I fuck you?" I asked.
"May I suggest that Steve and I get into a 69 position and you get behind him and breed him doggie style," Pieter recommended. "That way, Steve and I can suck dick and try to get them hard again." Steve nodded and got into position on the top. Pieter moved beneath him and waggled his long, but flaccid dick against Steve's lips. Immediately, Steve sucked the big, pink dick offered into his eager mouth. Pieter did the same for Steve's massive baby maker. It wasn't hard anymore, but even flaccid, Steve was extremely well hung.
I positioned myself behind Steve and started to eat his well-fucked ass out. I could taste Pieter's jizz immediately. I've had lots of experience sucking him off or eating cum that he'd sucked out of my ass and shared with me. Being in no rush to mount him, I felched out Steve's muscular ass for several minutes. But, my balls were beginning to ache from lack of action. And my dick was dripping precum steadily. I moved in behind him and pressed my wet dickhead against his back door. He opened easily for me. With the combination of Pieter's big dick spreading his hole and my lingual work on the same place, Steve was more than ready for me.
"Let me know if this is too much so soon after you've been fucked and nutted," I said. Hearing nothing in response (other than a lot of slurping of expanding dicks), I pressed harder. Slowly, I sank my hard dick all the way inside him. Steve grunted, but didn't pull away or suggest that I needed to take it easy on him. With long strokes, I fucked his tight ass, grateful that it was so well lubed by Pieter's load. Repeat fucking seemed to be one of my favorite sexual things to do. Of course, felching and rimming were right up there, too.
I kept the pace slow to avoid an early climax. "Fuck me harder and deeper," Steve begged. He'd pulled his mouth away only for a moment from blowing Pieter. Both men were hard again. The slurping and pleasure moans from them were getting to me. The slow pace that I'd been so careful to measure out was falling by the wayside. There was no way I would be able to withstand the tight massaging that I was getting from Steve's ass tunnel as well as his eagerness to take my black dick and all the jizz that I could load in his ass. "Breed me, B.J.! I need another load in my hole!" Steve insisted.
Although I stopped thrusting into him, it was pointless to think I could hold out. My climax was building and there wasn't anything I could do to postpone it. With a howl, I pumped a heavy load of baby gravy into his willing, muscular ass. I was squatting slightly behind him. His tall ass didn't allow me to fuck him on my knees. I didn't mind. I needed to breed him and there was no stopping my balls from unloading their heavy burden. Pumping hard, I buried my dick to its full depth and continued to fill him up with more jizz.
When my climax ended, Steve pulled away and got behind Pieter. "All that fucking and sucking has me ready to breed again," he revealed. "And I haven't had the pleasure of breeding you, Pieter, so it's your turn."
Not to be left out, I pushed my ass into Pieter's face while I sucked his big dick and watched Steve slowly enter Pieter's eager ass. Pieter couldn't get his legs directly into his chest because I was in the way. However, he did spread his legs and made a V-shape with them. Steve's massive dick sank deeper. "Oh, yeah! Sweet, fuckin' hole!" Steve exclaimed.
With my ass in Pieter's face, he wasn't putting much effort into making his ass squeeze and pull on Steve's dick. He did love eating my ass out. And with a different load in there besides his, he was seriously concentrating on scooping as much jizz from my manhole as he could reach with this long tongue. I could taste his precum on my tongue as I sucked on his hard dick. And that combination of a busy tongue working my asshole and watching Steve's massive dick slide in and out of Pieter's white ass made my dick very hard. I was getting dangerously close to spraying another load without my dick touching anything.
With a sudden bellow, Steve nutted deep and hard into Pieter's ass tunnel. He bucked and pumped rapidly. He wanted to get as much of his male juices to spray as deep as possible.
Spent, Steve rolled away, panting. "You're the best fucks I've ever had. How do you do that?" Steve puzzled.
"Allow me to demonstrate," he smiled. I rolled him over on to his stomach and pushed my hard, leaking dick into him to the hilt. "Any clues, yet?" I chortled.
"I don't need clues," Steve moaned. "What I need is your big, black dick fucking me so hard and deep that I'll be unable to remember my name."
"Let me see what I can do about that," I whispered in his ear. I pumped and pounded his squishy, cream-filled hole. Pieter had moved and was offering his dick to me as I fucked. Seconds later, he offered his dick to Steve. Our new friend quickly engulfed it. He moaned with pleasure as I fucked him as deeply as my dick would reach. The harder I fucked him, the harder he sucked on Pieter's dick. As I neared my climax, Pieter pulled out of Steve's mouth.
"Damn!" Pieter muttered. "I nearly shot my load," he exclaimed. That was all it took for me to hit my point-of-no-return. With a howl of pleasure, I pumped another load into the tall ass that I was happily breeding. Wave after creamy wave of jizz blasted into Steve's nearly overflowing ass tunnel. The way Steve's love tunnel was working my dick, I had to pull out quickly. The stimulation was too much.
Pieter quickly moved me aside. His face burrowed between Steve's perfect ass globes and ate out several loads from our new pal. I got in front of Steve and pushed my wilting dick between his pink lips. He eagerly licked cum from the length of it.
A few minutes later, Pieter was deep inside Steve's well-bred ass, working the full length in and out. "You'll make me nutt too quickly if you keep that up," Pieter warned. Apparently, Steve didn't care. His hips met every thrust as he grabbed Pieter's ass and pulled him harder and tighter against his sweet butt. "AW, SHIT!" Pieter bellowed as his dick began to buck and pump. Jizz flowed thickly and plentifully into Steve's ass. Neither man could get enough.
Steve was working his ass muscles on Pieter the same way that he'd forced me to nutt sooner than I'd wanted to. Likewise, Pieter had to pull out due to the intense stimulation that he could no longer tolerate. Steve glanced over his left shoulder and smiled. "I love big dicks. If I could find a steady one, I'd be a bottom for life," he asserted.
"That dick's far too long and thick for it not to get used on manholes," Pieter insisted.
"This dick?" Steve smirked as he rolled over on to his back.
"Oh, yeah, that dick," I swooned. I grabbed it and swung my right leg over his hips. After I grabbed the lube bottle and spread some lube on my hole, I slowly sat on his massive butt wrecker. "Pieter, sit on his face and give him something to eat while I coax another load out of this elephant dick." Pieter quickly complied with my request. Steve placed his large hands on my waist and pushed me down farther on his upright organ.
I knew that Pieter's pheromones were racing through Steve's system as he inhaled the elixir of sex from Pieter's crotch. Not only would that make his dick hard, but it would hasten his climax. I doubt that more than 30 seconds elapsed before Steve's monster erupted again inside me. I do love a big dick breeding me. Steve's muffled climax noises mixed with slurping sounds as his tongue explored as deeply as he could probe with his oral digit up Pieter's well-fucked and filled manhole.
We'd been fucking and felching for over an hour. And the hour was late. Reluctantly, we agreed that we needed sleep. However, about four in the morning, I woke up to the delightful fullness that only a big, familiar dick can give. I pressed my ass back against Pieter's magical dick. "You know what I love," I whispered.
"Yeah," he replied. "I woke up with a stiff dick, but I didn't want to wake up Steve. I knew you'd be eager to take another load. You always are."
"It's my favorite thing to do," I reminded him.
"Fucking without me?" I heard a familiar voice say. "That's not a very polite way to treat a guest," he chortled.
"Are you looking to fuck or get fucked?" Pieter asked.
"Definitely, I need a big black dick breeding my ass," Steve responded. "I need to seriously start looking for a black boyfriend who knows how to fuck and get fucked. It's too bad that you're already taken, B. J."
"Yeah, you'd definitely be right up my alley," I assured him.
"And your big, black dick needs to slide up my alley right now," Steve insisted. He grabbed the lube and quickly applied some to his manhole. Moving around in front of me, he backed up on to my hard dick and sighed contentedly. "That's a good time," he sighed. "The only thing to make it better would be a big load from that perfect, black dick squirting deep inside me."
Behind me, Pieter was snuggled up against me, his lips teasing my left ear lobe. His hips lazily pumped his big dick in and out of my ass tunnel. Gratefully, Steve's love tunnel was in no hurry to taste another load from me. A slow rhythm quickly established itself with me in the middle of a fuck sandwich. I could get used to this.
Although the pace was slow, all that friction in my ass and surrounding my dick was too much for me to hold out. In less than another minute, I was painting the walls of Steve's love tunnel with my creamy sperm. The spasms of my climax hit Pieter hard and his nutted in my butt mere seconds later. Steve jumped across us and offered his monster to Pieter's ass, but I pulled away from Pieter and forced Steve to get behind me. I wanted his nutt! And he delivered his load 10 seconds later. I do love a monster like his. And I'm sure that Pieter didn't mind. He's knows what a bottom am I.
With everyone satisfied for the moment, we fell asleep again.
As if on cue, we woke up at the same time and dashed for the bathroom, our piss-hard dicks leading the way. As much as I needed to pee, I can't piss when my dick is hard. However, that wasn't a problem for either Pieter or Steve. They flooded the toilet bowl loudly with their urine. I stood there with hard dick in hand, waiting for the stiffness to subside enough that I could add my offering to the porcelain god.
When my recalcitrant dick finally decided that I'd be allowed to piss, I added my yellow waters to the accumulation in the toilet and flushed. Walking into the oversized shower, I saw that Pieter and Steve had already started without me. They were beyond the showering routine and had progressed to fucking. Steve was bent over in front of Pieter, taking every hard, thick inch that Pieter had to offer. They glanced over at me, but Steve insisted that I service him immediately, rather than plugging into Pieter's magnificent ass. I couldn't turn down another invitation to take Steve's elephant dick up my hungry manhole. I'm a bottom. What can I say? Besides, Steve has a perfectly shaped, long, thick dick with a big, mushroom head on it that begged to be sat on.
Always prepared, I grabbed the resident pump bottle of lube and added a dollop to my eager manhole and slathered the remainder on Steve's hot dick. Backing on to it, I sighed contentedly. As much as I love getting fucked by Pieter, Steve's monster was wonderfully different in all the right ways. However, to Pieter's credit, he was a better fucker and he shot bigger loads. Those are difficult qualities to surpass, even if you have a dick as big as Steve's.
Steve was first to lose his load with Pieter following mere seconds later with numerous volleys of sweet man-cream blasted into Steve's willing ass. I welcomed Steve's climaxing dick. He'd shoved it in as far as his dick length would allow. He held on to me tightly as his dick jerked rapidly. I counted four big floods of sperm before the torrent subsided.
We toweled off and headed back into the bedroom. "We should work out first before we really start the day," Pieter suggested.
"You have a home gym, too? Geez! It must be nice," Steve sighed.
"Clearly, you hit the gym pretty hard yourself," I observed, ogling his spectacularly muscled, tall body. "How often to you get to the gym?"
"I spend better than half my day at the hospital as a physical therapist and I have a license as a massage therapist as well. Plus, I'm a personal trainer on the side," Steve revealed. "I'd rather use most of my time as a personal trainer and massage therapist, but the hospital gives me health insurance if I work there more than half-time."
"Does the hospital have a gym in it for your use?" Pieter asked.
"Yes, and I'm allowed to be a personal trainer for my private clients there, too," Steve replied.
We began our workout routines with Steve correcting our posture and technique as needed. And we worked out without clothes on. Perhaps that was a mistake. But, our eager, hard dicks didn't seem to mind, and I know that my ass loved the frequent rimming, felching, and mountings that I got. Nor did I hear any complaints from the other two men when we were coupling. However, it took us nearly two hours to finish our routines because of the frequent "interruptions" that we "suffered."
Over breakfast, we talked more about what Steve enjoyed doing in his free time. Pieter wondered why Steve worked at the bar where we'd met him in the back room. "I'm a big guy and that's intimidating to nearly everyone. If I go to the regular gay bars, I'm left alone nearly all the time. Terrifying and unobtainable are the words I too often hear. But, that could be my own fault because of what I wear."
"I didn't think you looked terrifying or unobtainable," I ventured.
"I tone it down at the Back Room," Steve sighed. "Company policy."
"So, what are you wearing to the other bars, then?" Pieter pressed.
"Muscle shirts and sculpting workout pants for the most part," he replied. "I guess I look `unsafe' to go home with as I might break them in half. Maybe, I should go for the preppy look or the cool business executive and hide my assets. The current drag sure isn't working."
"So, you score nearly every night you work at the Back Room, but hardly ever find someone to play with at the regular bars?" Pieter wondered.
"Yeah, that's about the size of it," Steve sighed again. "And the ones that I hook up with at the Back Room are just that: hook ups."
"Have you thought about trying a gym that you pay for? I'm sure you'd score there. I know of a number of gyms that are very friendly," I suggested.
"I need to keep my physical therapy and massage therapist licenses. A morals charge for diddling at a gym wouldn't work out well for me. And I'd be too tempted not to play around. So, that's a non-starter."
"You've sure demonstrated to us that you have a huge libido that needs frequent satisfaction," I pointed out. "Aren't there other places that you could visit that could be more fun than the Back Room?"
"Well, I do know of one place in West Hollywood, just a block or two off Santa Monica Boulevard that is called the BB Club. The BB stands for bareback. But, I'm afraid if I went in there, I'd want to sit on every hard dick I saw. And I want to maintain my negative status. So, that's also a non-starter."
Pieter and I were instantly interested. Steve told us more about the club, including a policy of allowing anything sexual as long as it didn't involve blood, shit, or piss. And condoms weren't provided on purpose. He said that the place was really hopping on the weekends, even during the daylight hours. However, he'd never been there, so he wasn't sure that all the rumors about it were true luridly suggested what went on there or that there was a $10 fee to get in.
After we'd finished breakfast and cleaned up the kitchen, Steve bid us a friendly farewell. He said that he'd had a really good time with us and would love to repeat it sometime soon. We assured him that we'd enjoyed ourselves at least as much and looked forward to seeing him again.
I checked my real estate website as well as calls into my office. A neighbor had called and asked me to return his call about selling a home that he'd recently bought for his daughter and her soon-to-be husband. He said it was a small property in a quiet neighborhood that still had access to nearby freeways. The home was less than 1200 square feet, but it had a good deal of curb appeal and he'd bought it for them for under a million dollars. That price is hard to come by in that area.
I called him back and arranged an appointment for later that afternoon at his home. Wondering why he hadn't called me at home and why he wanted to sell the home he'd just bought, I walked to his house that was only six houses to the west of my place. He and his wife greeted me and ushered me inside. After a few pleasantries, he got down to business.
"I'm sure you have a lot of questions, so I'll just cut to the chase," he began. "The wedding is off," he snarled. "That no-good, two-timing boyfriend of hers has broken her heart. He was caught by her in a compromising position with the cabinet installers." He paused for a moment and then sighed heavily. "But, her skirts aren't exactly clean," he muttered after a moment of reflection. "She claimed it was okay for her to mess around before they were married, so I guess he thought it was okay for him to do the same. She also claimed that she'd never been with another man since they'd started dating, but I know for a fact that she's lying."
"The whole sordid affair is an unmitigated disaster," his wife chimed in. "So, they've officially called it off. At least the wedding invitations hadn't been sent out yet," she smiled weakly. "The house is empty and the cabinet installers finished with the kitchen and cleaned the place, so it's ready to show."
They asked me to sell it for at least the price they'd paid for it. I indicated that the market was hot in that area, so I may be able to do better than that. With no promises made about getting a better price, I took the listing with a new, suggested price and vowed to do my best. I sent a text message off to Joan, letting her know of the new listing and the suggested price. I added that I'd drive by the new listing and get some pictures. We would not be printing a slick brochure of a home in that price range. However, we'd have it on the weekly multiple listings before the deadline Tuesday.
With keys for the listing in my hand, I walked back to the house. I told Pieter what my conversation with the neighbor was all about and that I needed to go by the new listing and take pictures. He offered to join me so we could cruise by the BB Club. He'd been busy while I'd be gone and had found the address. "It isn't listed in the city phone directory and no help with directory assistance," he said. "But, I found it referenced when I searched on-line for it. They don't have a web page, but they do have very good reviews," he winked. "Would you be interested in spreading some more cheer this afternoon or evening?"
I smiled impishly. "Let's try for this evening, but not too late. I didn't get much sleep last night. Did you?" Pieter shook his head and smiled.
"But, Steve was worth every waking moment," Pieter laughed.
Before we left for picture taking, I phoned a friend of mine. He and his partner were often the team that realtors called when they had a small remodel or installation that needed to be done for a perspective buyer or seller. Eddie answered after the second ring. Eddie's Hispanic. His partner Tom is too. "Eddie, this is B. J." After a few moments of pleasantries, I got to the point. I asked him if he'd been the contractor that had installed the cabinets at the address of my new listing or did he know who did. He laughed and said that he had been the contractor. "So you're the ones who diddled with the groom-to-be," I stated.
He laughed again and said, "That guy was hot and eager to service both of them. I pounded his hungry ass while Tom rode the guy's big, black dick. This guy was a serious good time. We were about to nutt when she walked in. It wasn't pretty from then on. She left screaming, he tried to chase her down in the buff, but she drove away. He gave up and returned to finish with us. He got my cream and Tom got his. The guy said that his plans for a marriage were totally trashed, so he might was well enjoy himself. We finished up the project, cleaned up the kitchen, and brought him back to our place. We fucked each other blind the rest of the evening," he chortled.
"Are you gonna see him again?" I wondered.
"Nope," he replied. "We have a one-shag policy."
"Do you have his number? I might have a new friend for him," I added. He asked Tom for former groom's number and repeated it to me. "We always get their numbers in case we get cooties from them," he revealed.
I called Steve and told him about a possible hook up with a well-hung, versatile black man.
"I'll call him right now!" Steve exulted.
I took at least 20 pictures of the new listing and sent them off to Joan. She'd take care of posting the listing and would sort through them to find the most appropriate pictures when she arrived in the office on Monday morning.
With that task out of the way, we drove over to the BB Club. With the address that Pieter had found, we drove right to it, with assistance from the sat-nav in the car. The club was located in a one-story building on a quiet street, two blocks from Santa Monica Boulevard. The door to the place couldn't have been plainer. The name of the club was in small letters just below the number of the street address. We parked for a few moments to check our surroundings and available parking for later in the evening.
A young man in his early 20s pushed the door open and looked around. A big smile on his face showed that he'd had a good time. He adjusted his "package" and strode off to the west with a happy stride. "Another satisfied customer," I smirked.
"Let's check it out," Pieter suggested as he opened the car door.
"You wanna go fuck around after the marathon session we just had with Steve?" I croaked.
"Sure!"
"Isn't your dick worn out?" I pressed. He gave me a look that suggested that I'd lost my mind. "Okay, but just a look around and maybe a little fun. We need a nap, if we're coming back this evening for some real fun," I allowed.
We opened the non-descript door and walked inside. A security glass greeted us along with a middle-aged man sitting at a desk behind the glass. "Good afternoon, gentlemen," he smiled wolfishly. He slid a paper under the glass for us to scan. "As you can see, this is a sex club that has few rules." I looked up at him and smiled. The only rules were the ones that we'd heard from Steve, including no alcohol or drugs. The fee of $10 was in large font type at the bottom of the page. Their hours were posted as noon to 4 a.m. for Friday through Sunday and 6 p.m. to 2 a.m. Monday through Thursday.
"Is that the fee for all day or just this time?" Pieter wondered aloud.
"It's good for all day. If you wish to come back, we'll stamp the inside of your right wrist when you leave with a small icon that easily wears off in about a day," the gatekeeper said. "However, for a couple of hot men like you we'll waive the usual fee and only charge you for a clean towel and locker key each time you come in."
I paid him the towel fee of $10 for the two of us. We were given a towel apiece, plus a curly plastic ring from which dangled our locker number. At least our lockers were sequential. In fact, one was atop the other. We sauntered down the first aisle looking for our locker number. As we rounded the corner, we found two men fucking. One was leaning over in front of his open locker while another man was plowing his hungry ass. They glanced at us, but didn't stop. We nodded to them, but didn't interrupt their fun. As we undressed, we couldn't help but watch them fuck. The bottom guy was slowly stroking his hard dick as the guy behind him was stroking his thick dick in and out of the bottom's ass. The top man's dick wasn't more than average in length, but the thickness must have felt pretty good to the moaning bottom.
We closed our locker and pushed the curly rubber key holder up to our right elbow. As we turned toward them, they could see that both of us had sprouted massive boners. The guy doing the fucking asked us if either of us would like to fuck him while he plowed his new friend. Pieter asked if they had any lube, because Pieter is so big and he didn't want to hurt the guy. His bottom friend reached into his open locker and offered a tube of lube to Pieter. He applied it to his dick and some to the top guy. I moved in front of the fucking trio and began to suck gently on the hard dick of the bottom man.
In less than a minute, the guy who'd been the top and was now the meat in a fuck sandwich yelled out his climax. He thrust forward and back getting maximum pleasure out of his climax. When he stopped fucking, he pulled out and so did Pieter. I stood up and asked the bottom that I'd been blowing if he wanted a big, black dick in his ass. He smiled and nodded eagerly. Pieter and I swapped places. My long dick slipped easily into the bottom's ass after Pieter had stretched it for me and lubed it with his creamy load.
Mere seconds later, he was blasting his load down Pieter's throat. I rode him only as long as his climax lasted and then pulled out. Between us, Pieter and I deliver enough of the cure with our leaking precum that this guy was now a cure for everyone he had sex with. And the former top that had been the meat in the fuck sandwich got a good dose of Pieter's healthful precum, too.
We decided we needed to shower off and clean off our dicks. Signs were on all the walls directing us to various rooms for specific activities. The shower was through a wide archway at the end of the locker room. There were three men in there, all with hard dicks. They checked us out as we cleaned off our hard precum-dripping dicks. Two of the men came over and fell to their knees in front of us. They grabbed our hard manhoods and swallowed them to the hilt. I'd never had a man deep-throat me before. This felt so good. My dick jerked hard, so I pulled out quickly. I know I deposited a big squirt of precum into his stomach and nearly shot my creamy load, too.
"You're too good at this," I breathed. "I nearly nutted."
"I wouldn't have minded," the man said, smiling up at me. He rose to his feet and kissed me hungrily. "How about a deep fuck, then?"
"Uh, we just got here. But, thanks anyway," I replied. "Maybe later before we go."
Pieter had already turned his guy around and was fucking him deeply. I looked over and smiled at him. I knew he was good for several loads, but I think he wanted to be sure that he delivered the cure because the guy hadn't sucked on Pieter's dick long enough to get a good amount of precum. Fucking the guy was sure to deliver the goods. "Thanks for the fuck," Pieter smiled as he pulled out. "But, we want to see what the rest of this place offers. Besides, we'll be coming back later tonight. Maybe, we can deliver a couple of loads for each of you up your hungry holes, then."
They eagerly nodded as we strode away.
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