Any resemblance to real people is entirely coincidental in nature, and is not meant to accurately reflect persons in towns, cities, or governmental areas, in which the story is staged. If sexual scenes involving male to male or bdsm relationships offends you, then you should not read this story. Additionally, if you are under 18 years of age, in most states and countries, you are not allowed to read this by law. This is fiction. Don't forget, in real life, to think about 'sexual safety matters'; got condom?
"Chronicles of Mark Sasson" 08 (M/t oral anal rim bdsm) wriTten by T. Chase McPhee
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After the water fight, both Ettore and Alex had worn themselves out. Ettore excused himself, taking Jake along with him. Alex said he had a dinner engagement.
"Well it's been nice meeting and enjoying the afternoon with you boys."
"I had a lot of fun with Greg. He told me lots about being a servant," Aron admitted.
"I'm glad you enjoyed yourself, Aron. What about you, Mark?"
"It was good."
"Good, but?"
I smiled.
"C'mon. I told you you could level with me, Mark."
"Alex, I liked spending time with Ettore. He's fun and a real nice guy, but I don't think I'm cut out to be what he is."
"Oh?"
"Not yet, at least. I think I have to do some growing up first."
Alex smiled, looking towards Aron.
"That's fair enough. It's the option I gave you, Mark."
"Thanks for being understanding, Alex."
"Well, you just keep me in mind, if in a month, a year or two, you want to come back and pick up where you left off, Mark."
"Alex?" Aron asks.
"Yes?"
"Does Greg have to be your servant forever?"
Alex looked at the fifteen year old, standing there, holding Greg's hand. I knew it wasn't like they were falling in love or anything, but upheld that aura of a good friendship.
Greg released Aron's hand and said, "I guess it's time for you boys to go."
Standing there for a moment, Alex saw how Greg and Aron looked upon one another, even though Greg was nine years older.
"Does he Alex?" Aron persisted.
Smiling, Alex finally admitted, "You know boys, a long time ago Mark's father did me a big favor. I owe him a lot. What would you think he would say about having an extra hand around the farm?"
"You mean Greg? He could come live with us?"
"It's up to Greg 'and' your father, Mark."
"But sir?" Greg questions.
"I'm removing the debt your brother owes me, Greg."
"But..."
"Don't worry, Greg. I'll also extend a credit to him and his children, til they are well into college."
"Thank you, sir."
"But I better not hear of you slacking off, Greg!"
We all knew he joked. Greg walks over and stands in front of Alex.
"May I?"
"Did I take away your free will time, yet?"
Greg scooped Alex up in his arms and hugged him tightly.
"Now Mark, you tell your father that any amenity he needs to keep Greg on, I'll foot the bill for. If you need another room added to that farmhouse of your's, I'll arrange it."
"Gee, maybe we can get a new kitchen out of it!"
We all laughed.
"I'll get my clothes," Greg replied, looking at Aron, then over to me.
"The boys will meet you out front, Greg."
Greg left our presence with watery eyes. I figured the term 'servant', meant just another job, but now my opinion had changed. Perhaps Greg had been that son that Alex never had. I walked over by Alex, as Aron got himself together.
"You and Greg are close, huh?"
"No. He's just paying off the time for...."
"Alex, don't lie to me!" I replied, smiling to let him know that my accusation wasn't meant to be slanderous.
"Yeah, okay. I've grown very fond of Greg."
"Like a son?"
"No, that would be Ettore."
"So, you're not sorry to see Greg go, then?"
"Oh sure I am, but I know he will be in good hands."
Aron caught my ear, "Mark, c'mon. Greg will be waiting for 'us'!"
"Thanks Alex."
"Anytime, Mark."
"Oh and I'll make sure I call you Doctor Abel next time I see you!"
As Aron hustles me closer to the front door, I hopped into my briefs and pants. I was still throwing my shirt over my head when he opened the door.
"See, Mark. I told you Greg would be waiting for us!"
"You look good with or without clothes on, Greg," I assessed.
"Thanks. The same to you, Mark."
"I wonder what your dad is going to say about Greg, Mark?"
"I'm not sure my self, Aron."
"I think he'll like the idea."
"What makes you say that, Greg?"
"Because he saw me getting punished once."
Greg stunned both of us.
"My dad, saw you get punished? When, Greg?"
"When I was in my teens. It's the same day that he more or less saved Alex's life."
"My dad saved Alex's life? How, Greg?"
"It had been the first weekend I spent at Alex's dungeon. Some of the guys had been interested in the servant's position."
Aron asks Greg, "You had competition?"
"Yes. The fifteen of us all fell into the same category in the beginning, as 'wannabe's'."
"Wow! So many guys as like us, Greg?" the fifteen year old stood, astounded.
Greg and I shared a moment of humor, at Aron's expense.
"That's the tip of the iceberg, Aron," Greg reported back to him. "Ettore goes through at least twenty guys a month that wish to serve."
I, myself, found it tough to grasp that notion.
"Man, how lucky Ettore is to have a well-equipped playroom, plus twenty willing men to play with," I finally conceded to Greg.
He replied back to me, smiling after his statement, "Well, Mark, at least you have one playmate for every day!"
Aron said, along those lines, "And don't forget that you still have me, Mark," not wanting to be left out.
Standing in the middle of the two, as we walked down the country road, back to our farmhouse and Greg's new home, I ilfted my arms and placed them over my companions' shoulders.
"How lucky can a guy get to have two good buddies?"
Both raised their hands against my back, rubbing it up and down. Their faces turned to me, with smiles, giving me a reassured look of happiness and dedication. All bubbling with warmth and affection, we walked up to the screen door and entered. I did have thoughts of what dad would think. Why did I have a strange feeling, when we walked in the door and into the front room that he knew what the story was?
"Hi, dad!" Aron said, a grin adorning his face, from left to right.
Dad stood from his easy chair and folded his arms across his chest. Greg seemed to lose the smile. I sensed something, which I'm sure spelled war or peace.
"So?" is all my dad asked.
I didn't know whether he spoke his question, directing it to me or Greg.
Aron said, "You don't have to act like a servant around our dad, Greg."
Quite to all of our surprise, my dad walked across the room, put his hands on Greg's shoulders, looked Greg right in the eyes and said, "Welcome to our family, Greg."
Greg smiled back, addressing my dad as, "Thank you Seth. It's been a long time."
"I know it has, Greg and I'm very happy to see you."
This through Aron and I for a loop. Our reactions on our faces must've given dad and Greg the cue for an explanation.
Dad replied, "I suppose you boys are in need of some enlightenment. C'mon in and sit down, Greg," he offered.
Aron and I sat on the sofa, dad in his easy chair. Greg stood.
"Now Greg," dad directed to him, "you're not a servant anymore."
"Oh", he replied, smiling, "force of habit."
Spying a straightback chair at dad's desk, he turned it out from under it's cubby, placed it in our gathering, plopping his ass down on it.
"A few minutes ago, I received a telephone call from Alex," dad began.
"That makes it a lot easier," I relayed to my dad.
He smiled.
"Yes, it does, especially when it comes to Greg here. I'd first like to tell you, Greg, that I've accepted Alex's transferring of ownership from his hands to mine..."
Greg broke in, "I will serve you well, sir."
I had mixed reactions here. When dad touched Greg before, I had know idea it had been in a master/servant sense.
"Yes, Greg, but it will be of a 'free' nature, at your own choosing."
"Huh? I'm not sure I get what you are saying, Sir?"
"I..." dad stopped, momentarily, looking at us boys on the sofa. "I know I helped train you, Greg..."
Aron beat me to it, replying, "You trained Greg, dad?"
"Yes."
I never pictured dad as the 'Ettore-type'.
As eager to know, as Aron, I asked, "How does that go, dad?"
It's a long story that happened a number of years ago, but first I want to let you know, Greg, that you are free to come and go at will. I'm not your master and as far as I'm concerned, you are as equals to my boys here."
"Does that make him like one of your son's, dad?" Aron asks his uncle.
Aron gave dad something to think about, putting him on the spot.
"Don't think for a minute that that belittles my love for either of you two boys."
We knew it didn't. If Greg had been a total stranger to dad, then we might have suspected something, but I didn't see where Greg posed any threat and Aron, he had spent more time with Greg, so I went on his gut reaction, too.
"I never thought that way at all," Aron assured dad.
"Good. I'm glad that we all have that understanding. And Greg?"
"Yes, sir?"
He chortled, then replied, "You can call me Seth."
"Not dad?" Greg added.
Dad and Greg shared some silent thoughts. I wondered what happened between them that would provoke such looks.
"Hungry, Greg?" Dad asked, getting up out of his chair.
"A little, Seth."
Placing the chair back, dad put his arm, all buddy-buddy, around Greg's shoulder, escorting him towards the kitchen. Aron and I hung loose.
"So, what do you think, Mark?"
"I'm not sure, Aron, but I get this feeling that Greg and dad are more than on a friendly basis."
"Wow! I got the same vibes, Mark!"
"Calm down, Aron. It's not like my dad is gay or anything."
"That's one thing I wonder about."
"Oh? And what draws you to those conclusions, Aron?"
"I don't know. I'm not so sure about him and Juan."
"Juan? My dad? That's totally dumb, Aron. My dad's a thirty-seven year old man. What would he see in an eighteen year old?"
Aron withheld any more comments.
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In a month's time, workers had begun on an addition to our farmhouse that doubled it's size. Our house then competed for sizing up of Alex's mansion, only dwarfed by one floor.
Ettore and Jake became lovers. We saw them often. I'm not sure that Greg and Ettore gained that much 'love' towards each other, but they didn't quarrel as much. Not around us, at least. Also, Ettore saw it fit that Jerry Dugan stay on to be 'their' bitch. Jake likes the bottom role with Ettore, but is versatile enough to top when it comes to using their bitch. Dugan stays at the mansion all of the time now. Ettore forced him to draft a letter to his lover stating he has found another love interest. It took a whole week in the dungeon to coerce Dugan into writing it, but Ettore made sure it spelled out all his intentions. Dugan is still learning to be a good slave.
Juan got a job at the market on Saturdays, but he doesn't travel with my dad. He met a farmer's son, the same age, eighteen (I think), that he fell for. They live on the other side of the two hundred acres my dad owns.
Greg makes the journey to market with my, well it's 'our' dad now that Aron became officially my 'bro' and dad's 'son'. We've included Greg in our lives. Even though he's lots older than us, we sleep in the same room, different beds, but get together for some love making.
Aron can be funny sometimes. On the day of my seventeenth birthday he gave me a big present: Greg's ass. Actually, both had been planning the idea for about a month. Before that, we all agreed that we wanted to be together forever. Aron said that I had already claimed his ass, in the name of love, so that I needed to do that for Greg. What a trip, I tell you, riding a twenty-five year old's ass. Greg's ass was a lot more stretched than Aron's. Now I have my choice of a tight one or a wide one. Best thing is getting serviced by two guys who love me!
Even though we had this threeway triangle of love, Greg always let Aron and I take in the most advantage of the hugs, kissing and most times sleeping together.
"Heeey! I just thought of something!"
"What's that Aron?"
"Mark, you haven't bossed me around lately."
"Lately, Aron. The last time I bossed you around was when you were fifteen years old."
"I remember. Before we met Greg."
"Before you met me?" Greg questioned.
"Oh wow!"
"What Aron?"
"I don't think we ever told Greg about that time in the barn, Mark."
"Yes you did. You told me both your dads whipped you two," Greg replied.
"No, Greg. What Aron is talking about is the morning before we spent our first afternoon with you."
"Oh? So you two are keeping something from me? You're best buddy in the whole world?"
We laughed at Greg's unserious accusations.
"Well, you guy's going to tell me or what?"
Aron, being a wiseguy responded, "Yeah, but I'll stroke you, if you stroke me, Greg!"
"Go stroke yourself! I want to suck Mark's cock while he tells me!"
It was a fight to the finish, as Greg unleashed the idea. Both he and Aron dove towards my crotch.
"Heeeey! Get the fuck away! Both of ya's!" I shouted, racing up the bed, towards the pillow.
"I was here first," Greg claimed.
"No, me," Aron begged to differ.
"You're both acting like a couple of ingrates!"
Greg smiled and then said, "Okay, you call it, Mark!"
I knew what that meant. It's not the first time the two of them fought over who would suck my cock. Always a tough call, because they've both developed into excellent cocksuckers, I kept tally and alternated. However, tonight I felt particularly horny.
"Both."
I heard complaints from both sides.
"Okay, then none of ya's!"
More complaints followed.
"Okay, hold it! Hold it!"
They knew what was about to follow. Ever since Greg happened into our love duet, I set up a way of settling arguments such as this. Aron, whom I never thought would come around to rimming ass, got jealous of Greg always giving me a deep tongue fuck up my ass, so he had to get in the action too. In fact, Aron's finely craftd sucking, licking, rimming and my fucking skills are a matter of fact of Greg's tuteledge. So to the settlement. I resorted to a contest. Best man wins.
"So, what do you want us to do, Mark?"
As both of them stood there, the sixteen year old up against the twenty-five year old, I circled, thinking what the delightful battle of whits should be.
"Nips. Whoever gives up first, gets my choice cut."
They knew what that meant. Greg might be older and have bigger fingers and thumbs, but Aron has proven to be able to take a heavy dose of pinching.
"This oughta be a cinch," Aron told Greg to his face.
"Yeah, right," Greg tried convincing Aron that he had the most endurance when it came to nip torture.
"Ready?" I asked.
They each reached forward and took each other's nips in their fingers and thumbs.
"Owwch! He cheated, Mark!" Aron told me.
"Greg? Did you?"
"It was the anticipation."
"You know what that means, Greg."
"Yeah okay, Mark."
Both guys unpinched each other's nips. I faced Greg. Taking his nips in my fingers, I began pinching, twisting and turning them. His cock jutted out straight, poking me in the crotch.
"Oooooooooooooh," Greg gasped, throwing his head back.
"Heee.. heee..." Aron laughed his ass off at Greg's reaction.
This started to get erotic, so I seized the moment.
"Aron, get on your knees and lick both our cocks."
"Cool!" Aron responded, more than eager.
First it was the piss slts, then barrels, then returning to our cockheads.
"Oh man this feels so fuckin' hot!" I groaned, feeling Greg's mouth sucking me, with Aron's cock rubbing next to mine. "Oh man, I gotta have ass!"
Greg had done a good job of lubing me up.
"Greg, suck Aron."
"Oh, Mark, can you tie me down? Please?"
I gave in, even though it caused a break in the ecstasy.
"Greg, get the rope and tie him down?"
"Yes, sir!"
"Don't be a wiseguy Greg or I'll whip that butt!"
"Yes, Sir!" Greg enunciated even more.
"Alright, Greg, bring the belt back with you!"
"It's like taking care of the needs of two little brats, I swear!"
Bottoms ruled?
"I want to get whipped, too!"
So, what started out as a moment of ecstasy for my cock, turned into the two bottoms getting what they wanted. Of course they new I would get turned on to whipping them. My hot fuck would just be delayed.
"Tie our balls together, Mark? Please?"
"Yeah, okay Aron."
I felt like I was doing Japanese rope bondage, by the time I had the both of them tied up. I used Ettore's rodeo lasso to loop it around Aron's balls, then tied the leather lace around Greg's big balls. This made their erections stand up straight, fortified by each other. Next, I used the excess lace to fuse their cockheads together. Then, I made them kneel, which became an excruciating exercise in itself. With total abandonement for the pain it caused, they networked to get themselves situated on the rug, on their knees.
"Oh fuck this hurts so good, Mark!"
They weren't the only ones getting their kicks out of this. My cock was up for grabs, as I watched their tongues fight for my precum. Aron wasn't too keen on it, but Greg loved it when I slapped his face with my cock. Then I made a quick switch. I turned around and sandwiched myself in between them. Greg didn't complain as he dove into my ass with his tongue, as Aron gave me a suck job. For now my two brats knelt there, balls and cocks tied up in bondage and satisfied with their pacifiers.
"What's this hombres?"
"Don't you fuckin' know how to knock, Juan?"
"I bring my boy around to meet you and this is the welcome we get?"
Juan's bf didn't act shy at all. As he enters the bedroom, he strips off his tee, exposing his hairy, nicely chiseled latino chest. He parts his zipper, anchors his big balls and walks over next to Greg and begins to firm up his nine inches of cut meat. Using Greg's hair for a handle, he pulls him head away from my ass.
"Heeey!"
"Hi! I'm Chico. I need a blow job bad. Ya mind?"
I smiled at both his nerve and his humor. I looked back over my shoulder. Greg had that lust in his eyes.
"Help yourself, but watch his balls?"
"His balls?"
Chico bent down to take a peek.
"Ooooh, hot! Juan, how come you didn't tell me these guys are into some hot fun, too?"
"I want to surprise you, Chico!" Juan fibbed.
He then asked me, "Mind if I cut this boy loose?"
A look to Greg, his eyebrows alert, told me he wanted to be dominated by Chico.
"Take him."
Greg cried out when Chico roughly handled his balls, while unleashing them from Aron.
"Hey, watch my guy!" I shouted at Chico, when he pulled too hard on Aron's balls.
Aron's into abuse, but CBT is not one of his forte's!
"Sorry," Chico said to Aron, leaning over and giving him a kiss.
Afterwards, I asked Aron, "Who kisses better?"
"Let me think on that one, Mark!"
Aron smiled and then forced his face on mine.
"Maybe we play like old times?" Juan asked me, but looked to Chico.
"Go ahead. I want to work this hunk over real good!"
Greg hinted to Chico, "I haven't had real pain in a long time!"
"Hot! Fuckin' hot!" Chico called out. Then he asked no one in particular, "Got any toys?"
I broke off my moment of heightened sexual emotion, to send Aron in the closet and bring out a large blue gym bag.
"Hot! Thanks man, I owe ya!" Chico said to me, almost sending me to the floor with his thankful 'pat' on the back.
I lay on Greg's twin size bed, as I watched Chico tying Greg down to Aron's and mine fullsized bed. Not only was Chico a hot dominant, but a hot lover as well. When he tied Greg's left arm to the bed, he mixed kissing Greg with sadistic conversation.
"Yeah, gonna give you some hot pain boy. You want some hot torture, don't you boy?"
"Yes, sir," Greg replied.
"Gonna make these nips nice and raw. You want that boy, don't you?"
"Yes, sir."
Chico, asking Greg what he wanted, acted as the go ahead to test what his limits might be. By the time Chico had Greg spread eagled and tied, I think Greg had give Chico carte blanche on torturing him, free of limits.
"Now, I'm gonna start hurting you, boy. If I get too intense, I wouldn't stop unless I hear you yell, 'Mercy, Sir'. Got that boy?"
"Yes, Sir."
Sometimes Aron would get a little squeamish if he saw a guy getting tortured intensely. However, he knew it turned me on.
"Mark?"
"I know, Aron. Why don't you and Juan go downstairs on the sofa and have some fun?"
"You don't mind, Mark honey?"
"No, as long as it's alright with Chico."
"Fuckin' go ahead, Juan, but no cumming or I'll beat your ass!"
Juan whimpered, as he left the room with Aron.
"What are you standing there for, Mark? C'mon, let's both torture him!"
"All I set out to do is get a good blow job and then a hot fuck," I told Chico.
"Hell, get your cock up his ass. I want to work his nips til they're raw and I can still have access to his balls. Maybe we can double fuck him later."
Chico had a lot of wild ideas and I didn't doubt the fact that he's done everyone of them before. All I knew is that Greg would be one sore guy tomorrow morning!
"Ready for some screaming, boy?" Chico asked Greg when he put a pair of clamps on his nips.
I could feel Greg arch his back, with my cock halfway up his chute. He did groan in pain, but Chico hadn't unscrewed the two tension screws all the way yet. Greg then breathed in and out deeply, after Chico removed the clamps. He worked like mad to fully relieve the tension, taking the screws out.
"Hey, don't lose those screws, Chico."
"Don't have a cow. I'll find them later, Mark."
I didn't like Chico's attitude sometimes and it brought out the more bullied attitude that I could portray.
"You fuckin' loose those screws and I'll put those clamps on your prostrate!"
"Yeah, yeah," he backed down, looking around for the two screws on the bed.
After finding the two black devils, he looked around for a place to put them. We both laughed when he jambed them into Greg's navel!
"I hope you remember where you put them, Chico."
"For my prostrate's sake, I hope I do too!"
I worked Greg's ass nice and easy. That is, until Chico let the fully tensioned clamps grab Greg's nips. He howled at pain it produced. What Chico didn't see is Greg's cock leak profusely at the sweet feeling of pain his nips absorbed. I reached over, between Greg's legs and scooped some goo onto my fingers. I lifted it to Greg's lips. That got Chico's attention. Then, as if an experiment, he kept his full attention on Greg's cock. That is, except for his hand clutching the middle of the chain, connecting the tight nipclamps attached to Greg's nips. Without warning he ripped them off. As Greg screamed, his cock began to leak more fluid.
"I'll be!" Chico exclaimed. "We got outselves a real painpig here!"
"That's what he's been telling me," I revealed to Chico.
"What? And you never took advantage of it?"
"Um, the bag of toys was a gift. I haven't used hardly any of the implements in there."
"Then you've missed a fuckin' hot time, Mark."
"Not to be nosy. You two do what you want, but do you treat Juan like this, Chico?"
"Juan? My hot little man? You fuckin' kidding? I couldn't hurt my man!"
I know I showed some embarrassment, but Chico's attention was more on Greg's facial expressions than mine. My attention went back to feeling my cock swell deep inside Greg's chute. My dad was right when he said my height of five feet, eleven inches, wouldn't change much, but my six inch cock grew into a nice seven and a half inches of cut meat.
"You deep throat this bitch?" Chico asked.
"Yeah, why?"
"I'm packing nine inches of thick meat. Think he can take it?"
"Why don't you ask him yourself, Chico?"
"Well boy?"
"You don't know til you try," Greg replied with a sassy attitude. "Akkkkkkkkkkkkkk" followed, after Chico's large, flat palm slapped down hard onto Greg's stomach.
The nip clamp screws went flying out of Greg's bellyhole. I don't know where they went. Chico didn't pay attention to them. I didn't press him for the screws, on account of I didn't have any intentions of clamping them on his prostrate!
"Well boy? I'm waiting. You want my nine inches of thick meat down your throat?"
Greg remained silent, until Chico's flat hand, like spanking an ass, landed again on his stomach.
"Akkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkk!" Greg cried out.
I continued working his ass with my cock. All this proved different, but I missed my love's ass. However, I stuck to pumping my cock slowly in and out, for the simple reason that I didn't know Chico nor how far he would go. I stayed more for Greg's protection. Greg didn't answer Chico directly, until he had slapped Greg's stomach no less than ten times.
"Yes.... ughhh... Sir.. I... I'd...uggh..like to taste.. your juicy meat."
What seemed like thirty minutes, had actually evolved into an hour.
"Hey, Chico?"
"Yeah, man?"
"Why don't you take on his ass. I need my cock sucked."
"Nah, keep it there, I want to...."
"Alright, let me rephrase that. Get your cock back here!"
I wasn't about to get bossed around in my own house. Deep down inside I also had an erotic feeling growing to dominate Chico myself.
"Oh, alright," he backed down.
Chico didn't mind it at all actually.
"I suppose I can work on his balls."
"Yeah, but I feel one tooth mark on my cock and I'm coming after you, Chico!"
Even though Greg had been thoroughly enjoying the punishment from Chico's hands, he also enjoyed the humiliation I derived from putting down Chico. Greg smiled at me in response. I think partly it had been that he knew I was enjoying myself by telling Chico like it is!
"This isn't as much fun as I thought it was going to be, y'know?" Chico said nonchalantly.
"Well, I got an idea."
"Yeah?"
"Let me call a friend. Your Saturday night might not be ruined yet, Chico."
I made a call to Ettore. He more than welcomed Chico's type of personality. In fact he had one extra boy in the dungeon than they could handle. When I put Chico on the phone, his conversation with Ettore made him rub his cock.
"Hey, thanks Mark. You're alright."
"Yeah, right, Chico. I think you and I should have a one on one session sometime."
Chico laughed, saying, "If I have a great time tonight and make friends with this Ettore hombre, then I'll take you up on it."
"One other thing."
"Oh? And what would that be, Mark?"
"You can pick up Juan tomorrow. Evening, that is."
Chico laughed. I offered my hand in friendship. He gave me a bear hug. Two minutes later Juan and Aron walked through the doorway.
"That was totally intense, Mark. Thanks for letting Chico work me over."
"Who said I was finished with you, Greg?"
"You're joking, Mark?"
"Guys, how about torturing Greg with your tongues, while I warm up my cock in the oven?"
Aron was happy while he sucked Greg's cock while I warmed up my cock in 'his' oven. Juan sucked Greg's sore nips, which kept his cock nice and firm for Aron's pleasuring. As the evening wore on, I wanted to more and more do Aron one on one, so took him into Greg's bed. Juan, on the other hand slowly untied Greg. Being versatile, to the right man, Juan wound up making love to Greg and then pounding his ass with his 6.5c. He surprised Greg by sitting on his shaft. It's the first time Greg ever fucked a guy. He sensed a pleasurable response to it. As the two lay there, after Greg's orgasm, Aron and I, our loads spent, eavesdropped on their conversation.
"Did you like sitting on my cock, Juan?"
"Oh yeah. You're such a hot fucker, Greg!"
"Bet not as good as that nine inch bolt up your ass, huh?" Greg referred to Chico's big one.
"Stretches me big each time. I never get used to it in my ass."
"How about we try it again?"
"You fuck me, Greg?"
"If you want it?"
"You like it?"
"I think."
All this time, Greg had been holding out. His hand had worked his cock into a hard stalk, cock spit lubing it up.
"How do you want it, Juan?"
"You tell me, Greg."
Since Juan already lay down next to him on the bed, Greg exerted himself into a kneeling position. With added excitement, he attended to the second portion of his newfound delight.
"I can't believe that after all this time, Greg is taking on the top role!"
"I know what you mean, Aron."
"Ever think about it, Mark?"
"Me? Getting fucked by you Aron?"
I looked my lover over and wondered if a hint of curiosity emanated from him, but it had purely been speculation.
"Only if 'you' want it, Mark."
"No thanks, besides, I enjoy fucking your ass, too much, Aron."
With no surprise in the matter, Aron resigned to smiling at me, then coaxing me on with a few licks to my stick.
"Naaaah," came the sudden surprise, as Greg hovered over Juan's ass, all ready to sink in.
"Greeeeeehg!" the three of us badgered him.
"Sorry, Juan. Once a bottom always a bottom!"
'So be it', came Greg's explanation, as he backed his fully loaded sex pistol away from Juan's ass. On another turn of the card, Juan didn't seem annoyed at all, except for the fact he had to get up from the bed and slap Greg down in his former position on the bed.
"That's the last time you make 'that' mistake, hombre!" Juan defiantly posed to Greg.
"Yes, sir!" Greg saluted, with a toothy grin and a giggle.
Wasting no time in taking matters into his own hand, Juan split Greg's legs and put them on his shoulder. The puny physique almost tumbled over backwards, taking on Greg's muscled thighs.
"Hee... heee," came Aron's laugh, followed by our's.
"You'll pay for that hombre!" Juan said in his most convincing 'master' voice.
Greg giggled some more. In reality, I could tell that Greg grew impatient to have his ass filled with Juan's 6.5c fuck tool, which looked highly unfitting for a person of his thin frame. Even though I had been primed and ready to enter Aron's ass chamber, I took up residence next to Aron, on the bed, to witness the act.
"Gonna ram this right in, hombre," Juan threatened.
All Greg could do is sigh and anticipate the great moment. Though Juan threatened Greg with the quick, forced entry, he slowly fed his cock into the waiting ass, as Greg lay there on his back, waiting.
"Oooooh...oooooooh...." Greg sighed with each inch fed into his backside.
"Halfway," Juan informed him.
"Keep it coming, man. This is heaven!"
"Don't get used to it. Soon I'll be pounding like the hammers of hell!"
Aron and I giggled. It seemed like such an unlikely selection of words for Juan. It's obvious that Greg didn't care what Juan said. His ass sensed the real meaning.
"Oooooooh....oh! Oh!"
Laughing, in a more sinister-minded way, Juan's tool dug deeper into Greg's ass canal.
"Errrrggggh!" Greg moaned, arching his back.
"Ready for the pounding?"
"Ooooh nooooo, please sir!" Greg said, facetiously, but in reality highly welcomed it.
I deemed the show over for Aron and I.
"C'mon, Aron."
"Yeah, Mark. We've gotta catch up!" Aron said.
I took Aron's comment literally, stroking the little I had to, to firm up my 7.5c. I'm not sure that Aron noticed the reason I played with his shaft, while we lay watching the other two, but it proved effective in buttering up my knife, without digging into my own reserves!
"Ooooooooooooooh!" Aron sighed out loudly, as I plowed right in.
By the time Juan reached his third extraction, to jamb his tool back into Greg's ass, my erection had been inserted far enough that my pubes had matched Aron's asscheeks. I then began pulling out, shoving it back in, out, in. Juan looked over at me and me at him. He began speeding up, I sped up. Soon we both raced like the hammers of hell!
"Betcha I come before you, Mark!"
Taking Juan on, I sped in and out of my lover's ass, stroking my hard shaft on the hot interior walls of Aron's ass chute. Greg's ass was nice, but Aron's far superior in the tightness that gave such a hot, hot fuck.
"Almost there," Juan informed me.
Too bad he didn't know that I was in a hornier mood for fucking!
"Aahhhggg... aaahhhhgg...aaahhhhggggg!" I shouted, as I punchfucked Aron's ass.
The jizz kept shooting out of my cock. I wasn't counting, but most likely I shot ten bullets. My pubes sensed being shoved up against his ass that many time. As I keeled over onto Aron's chest and stomach, Juan began the awesome ritual, pumping Greg hard. I felt Aron's shaft pulsing under mine. Instead of lifting myself to reach under with my hand, I rubbed my body up and down. Around about my navel, I felt his cock causing friction against my body and soon that warm goo filled the gap between us. Juan, the dirty dog, as he 'handled' Greg's blast, pointed his cock towards me and sprayed his load all over my back. Strange as it was, and I'm sure meant to degrade me, I shrugged it off as a new experience, however I didn't let the opportunity go to waste.
"Think you're smart, do you Juan? One of you lick it off!"
Versatile by nature, Juan started for my back with his tongue. Greg, more the cum-hustler, jumped into action and beat him to it.
"Heeeey!" Juan complained to Greg.
"I'll take the lower half and you take the top?"
Making the mutual pact, Greg had ulterior motives. Already he had one hand splitting my ass. Soon his tongue ran out of licking up his own white stuff and his tongue followed the valley to my assrim. However, as Juan licked up around the top of my shoulders, Greg's attention became drawn to that hairy, hispanic ass. As Aron and I made sweet kissing love, Juan lay face down, Greg eating his ass out.
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Nothing like a low-carb midnight snack! continued.........
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