Previously: Nick and Pook have spent the past 24 hours getting Pete close to the edge, but never allowing him to cum. They double penetrated him with their fingers, they double face-fucked him with their cocks. He's ready to blow. What's left?
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The Final Chapter
Now just in my jockstrap, the three of us walked through the bar, arm-in-arm and called an Uber. It didn't even occur to me that I was wearing next to nothing when we were picked up; I figured the Uber driver picking up at The Eagle at 1AM had seen just about everything.
Other than some discreet groping, the drive home was uneventful. Given we were all nearly nude, we carefully made our way back to my condo and breathed a sigh of relief we had done so without being exposed as the reprobates we were that night. Immediately after walking in the door, I grabbed my two boys, and pulled them forcefully into me to continue the passionate 3-way kiss that had started in the Dark Room. I wanted to get naked and force myself on them, and although it was past midnight, I didn't want it to end.
"Pook", I barked, "Any more joints left?"
He got a huge smile on his face and answered "Yes SIR!" and quickly dug one out of his bag and lit up. Standing in my kitchen, Pook immediately fired one up and passed it among the three of us. As we did that, I poured us all another bourbon to keep the mood going.
The pot was absolutely amazing. Once again, the anxiety had disappeared and my groin was on fire. Between the sordid activities of the afternoon when I was continually edged and the eroticism of The Eagle, I wanted one thing and one thing only: COCK. My boys had planned it this way, and they had achieved their goal. Get Daddy horny as shit. They're plan had worked, and I had a plan of my own.
After the last puff, I looked at them and said, without hesitation: "Into the bedroom".
I followed them into the bedroom and laid on the bed on my back while they stood there awaiting orders. "Strip, both of you", I demanded.
They exchanged glances wondering how they should play this, but decided to go along. They were as horned up as I was.
I let them stand there, nude, for a few moments, partly to admire their bodies, and partly to build tension. Finally, I patted the sides of the bed next to my waist, and said, "Up here. Now."
They climbed up and instinctively knelt next to my waist, staring at my groin, still constrained in the Nasty Pig jock strap. "Lick it" I said as I looked down at my cock.
They didn't disappoint. As horny as I was, they were hungry little fuckers that quickly devoured my fabric-covered cock and balls. They knew exactly what to do. Get daddy's jockstrap so wet and saliva-covered, pull it off with their teeth, and work daddy's cock. I didn't need to tell them; they were well trained.
They did just as I had expected and, as they peeled off my jockstrap and were staring at my engorged cock, I stopped them and asked, "What do you say boys?"
Nick responded first, "Daddy, may we please suck your cock? Please sir!" Before I could answer, Pook added, "Please sir, let your boys suck you."
I reached out and placed my hands on the back of each of their heads and guided them down to my cock. "You two have misbehaved today, but I love you both and will overlook that. You've earned my cock." With that, I pushed their faces gently down to my groin and, without a care in the world, watched my boys fight for the right to take my cock in their mouth.
They each wanted it, but at the same time, they were willing to share it. They felt privileged to be able to take my cock, and they wanted to share my dick with one another. It was a memorable moment. They slid their mouths and tongues up and down my cock, one on each side and were remarkably careful to coordinate their moves. When one would deep throat me, the other would swallow both of my balls. When one would tickle my perinium with their tongue, the other would tease my piss slit. It was as if they had practiced for this moment.
I had to be careful as I was close to cumming and, knowing this, they were cautious not to take me over the edge too quickly. They knew we had a long night in front of us. I happened to glance over to the side table by the bed and noticed the fresh bottle of poppers. This night had been so glorious, I thought 'what the fuck', picked up the bottle and offered it to my boys. They looked up to me with gratitude and both took a couple long hits. I followed suit with hits of my own.
Now we were flying. They instantly became ravenous. The fought over my cock. Who got my mushroom head? Who got my balls? Who got the shaft? As they were devouring me they somehow found a way to look up at me adoringly. I stared down at these two animals and wanted time to stop. My cock had never been this engorged, and they had never been so hungry for it. Nick would pull my dick so it was uncomfortably perpendicular to my torso, and Pook would kneel over it and drip saliva down my cock. Then they'd take turns bobbing up and down my cock. Then they'd pull back from it and slide their mouths up and down it in unison, and steal passionate kisses with each other along the way.
I was so out of my mind I couldn't help but to lift my ass off the bed to encourage them to lick their way to my hole. As glorious as their mutual blow job was, now my hole begged for attention. As soon as I signaled what I was looking for, they responded in kind.
Again, as if planned, Pook hopped up on his knees and pulled my legs us in the air to expose my hole. Nick, his partner in crime, dove into my hole like the world would explode if he didn't taste my hole immediately.
"FUCK" I cried.
Pook was on his knees, holding my legs vertical while Nick attacked my hole with his tongue. "Your boy loves your hole, daddy," telling me something that was quite apparent. "What do you say to your boys?" he added.
"Fuck, thank you both, boys. I needed this so badly."
"So did we Daddy", Nick looked up at me and said. "So did we."
After a few minutes of Nick ravaging my hole, I thought it was time to change it up. I was so turned on I wasn't sure how long I'd last. Sex with the two of them together hadn't crossed my mind until last night when--to my surprise--they made me their sex slave. And I willingly resumed my submissive role, knowing it was temporary.
But now that I was back in charge and time was short--Pook was on a plane back home tomorrow--I had made a commitment to myself to make two things happen.
The first was pretty straightforward: I was going to fuck them both. Hard. Alternate between them, back and forth, making the one who's not getting fucked beg to get my cock back in their hole. The second, not at all straightforward...we'll get to that in a minute.
I sat up, pushed them away and ordered both of them on their stomachs; better to admire, devour and assault their sweet asses. "On your stomachs, close together, back's arched, weight on your elbows", I ordered. Knowing full well that I was now in charge, they complied immediately. I stood at the foot of the bed, admiring their taught, almost perfect bodies. Men, not boys, carved out of marble like the David. Like me, they put a premium on fitness and masculinity, and also like me, it showed. Both had extraordinarily wide shoulders that tapered into muscled, V-shaped backs down to narrow, almost boy like hips, with bulbous, muscled glutes. Their cracks were deep and pronounced and begged to be split open. Their legs were like tree trunks, and between them, peeking out from under each of their torsos, were their balls and cock, smashed into the bedding and, on alert for heavy use.
I stood for what must have seemed like forever, admiring my reward for my 24 hours of submission. Their legs were each spread out in a V shape so I knelt on the bed, with one knee in between each of their legs, bent down and placed my hands just outside their waists, and lowered my head to their asses. Before I began to use them for my pleasure, I simply breathed long, deep breaths and blew onto their glutes. They groaned slightly so I knew they felt me there, and they had to be wondering what evil I was about to inflict on them. Would I whip them? Slap them with the back of my hand? Dry fuck them? While all those ideas were enticing, I wasn't into punishment. I wanted to hear them groan with pleasure, not pain.
Lowering my head even further, I stuck out my tongue and, starting with his taint, slowly licked up Nick's crack. The anticipation must've been killing him because even that minor sensation sent him into orbit. "Oh my god!!!!", he wailed and pushed his ass in the air for me to take more. I didn't disappoint. As he pushed his well-formed glutes into my face, I took both hands, pulled them apart to take my prize. His rosebud was waiting for me, but not patiently. "Please daddy", he cried as I contemplated his picture-perfect hole. I fully leaned in and claimed him. I flattened my tongue knowing that's how he likes it, and slowly licked up and down his convulsing hole. I quickened my pace, and as I did, he spread his legs wider apart signaling me to deeper and harder. I was more than happy to oblige.
We continued that for a few short minutes, and I looked up to see my boys, still both resting on their elbows, clasping their adjoining hands. Nick to my right; Pook to my left. Their hands were grasping each other's with such intensity I was sure they had cut off each other's blood supply. "Don't worry, Pook, you're next", I murmured.
"Please daddy", was all Pook could say. I leaned over Pook now, and did the same. Heavy breathing, slight lick up his crack, and then full, hunger-driven devouring of his hole. While my tongue was busy with Pook, I stopped quickly to spit on my right middle finger to prepare Nick's hole while I was eating Pook's. I had both of them going now...one with my tongue, the other with my finger. As we continued, I'd aggressively spit on my finger as the time for full penetration was getting closer. I wanted my boys, both of them, good and wet for their daddy. I could tell Nick was feeling neglected, so I went back down to eat his hole while I used my left middle finger to prep Pook. He nearly squealed with delight, as he knew what that signaled for him. The action became more and more intense, until finally, I laid on my stomach and got eye level with their holes and callously spit into each of them, uttering vulgarities.
SPIT ON NICK'S HOLE: "This is to make sure my cock slides in nice and easy, Nick" SPIT ON POOK'S HOLE: "This one's for you, Pook, I bet you haven't had a cock this thick since the last time I fucked you" SPIT ON NICK'S HOLE: "I want Pook to hear you scream when I fuck you." SPIT ON POOK'S HOLE: "I'm gonna tear up your insides, just like the old days." SPIT ON NICK'S HOLE: "Nick, I've never fucked you like I'm gonna fuck you tonight." SPIT ON POOK'S HOLE: Pook, I'm gonna shoot so far up your ass you're gonna taste it."
By this time, their asses were pointing straight up the air, begging me to take them. Just for grins, I spit on my two middle fingers, and plunged them into their holes. They both gasped, but loved it. I pushed in and out, circled the insides of the rectums, and located their prostates at exactly the same time. In unison, they pushed against my fingers for me to go deeper. My finger was in them as deep as they could go, but I pulled out and added a second and then a third finger up each of them. They were whimpering and wailing and begging for the real thing. They wanted my cock in them more than they wanted to live.
Finally it was time. I climbed up further and lined up my cock with Nick's hole. Although the drama with the spit was hotter than hell, it was my intention all along to use lube, so I leaned up to the table and grabbed some and the poppers. I tossed the poppers down to them and applied a copious amount of lube to my cock.
I let them both take a couple hits of poppers and then asked Nick, "Ready for daddy's cock?"
"Please daddy" he pleaded, as he pushed his ass up even further.
Without hesitation, I found his hole with my cock and pushed in. Hard. This wasn't business as usual. While I wanted them to enjoy this, tonight was about my pleasure. Nick screamed as I assaulted him, but the poppers helped him reduce the discomfort quickly. I jammed my cock into him with one plunge, but let it remain there for quite a while to let the pain and burning he was experiencing subside. I could tell the moment he relaxed into me and wordlessly motioned with his ass he was ready for more. With my left hand, I reached around Pook to pull him closer to Nick so they were now nearly embracing as I fucked Nick. If it were biologically possible, I'd have fucked them both at the same time. The closest we could get was for them to kiss each other passionately, while I fucked one of them. Pook understood the plan and pulled Nick's face to his and kissed him tenderly, then roughly. Tenderly again, then roughly. All the while my assault of Nick's ass was getting more and more aggressive. But I knew I still had along way to go and had to save some for Pook as well.
I slowly pulled out of Nick and climbed over so I was in the same position with Pook. I lubed up again to make it easy on Pook, and this time took a hit of the poppers myself. Without warning, I plunged into Pook with the same force as I had Nick. Nick, knowing what Pook was enduring, pulled their faces together and picked up where Pook left off. They kissed ravenously while I pillaged Pook's ass. I tried to make sure I gave them equal time, and hopefully succeeded.
I pulled out of Pook, pushed them as close together as possible and began to go back and forth, giving each of them one forceful, almost violent thrust, before doing the same with the other. I continued this for quite a while, and although I nearly came with each plunge, I could recalibrate between them, and start over. This gave me lots of time to fuck them, but the inevitable was upon me. I was nearing the point of no return. My singular thrusts into them began to quicken and finally it was time. They knew it to so when I pulled out of Nick one last time, they weren't surprised to hear me yell, "On your backs, now, I'm cumming on your face."
They quickly flipped over and I jumped up so that I was kneeling over their faces, with a knee on either side of their heads. As I grabbed my cock to take me the final steps to ejaculation, I looked down and will forever have the mental picture of their hungry, open mouths, waiting for their daddy to feed them his seed. The expression on their faces was simultaneously porn-star raunch, and tenderly intimate. Pure love, affection, and raw lust, all at the same time. That's all it took. I exploded. I tried to aim for their mouths, but my cock was like a firehose, shooting cum instead of water. It went over their heads, in their hair, covered their faces, and yet there was still plenty for both of them to capture with their tongues and mouths. I wanted to drop onto them and get a taste of my cum, but the orgasm was so violent, I continued to convulse. My entire body jerked as the intensity of 24 hours of cum denial was released. But I finally calmed down enough to lower my body and face to theirs and they had instinctively known not to swallow all the cum. I leaned down and kissed both of them at the same time, and they both returned my kiss with their cum-covered tongues.
We stayed like that for quite a while, as I was spent. Knowing we weren't finished yet however (I knew; they were to be surprised), I climbed between them, laid on my back, and pulled them into me so they were now laying on my chest, like we had slept the night before. The big difference v. last night however was then, I was rock hard and they had cum. Tonight it was the opposite. But I had a plan to change that.
We laid quietly, with me holding them close and gently caressing them. I could feel their still hard cock pressing into me and could read their minds...'Will he or won't he let us cum tonight?'
We laid there for quite a while as I was in such a delightful state of euphoria, plus at my age, it takes longer to be ready for Round 2. I caught myself nearly falling asleep a couple times but wouldn't allow myself to. First, I was committed to their pleasure as much as mine, and I didn't want to deny them. Second, I had something specific in mind for us that involved both of them.
I made sure we continued talking and I steadily caressed them with my fingers and hands to signal I wasn't finished. And neither were they. They didn't seem to need much coaxing to continue, as their still hard cocks were pressing into me and I was beginning to sense they were both slightly thrusting into me.
This continued to the point where I could no longer ignore their subtle undulations. It was clear we were heading to Round 2. No longer consumed with lust, I took the opportunity to pull them to me with meaningful words to each of them. First to Pook, "Pook, I'm really glad you joined us this weekend. I sure didn't see this..." and I paused to look at the three of us together, nude, "...coming, but nonetheless I'm happy we reconnected and especially happy you got to spend time with my boy here", which led me to give Nick a long, deep squeeze into me. I continued, now looking at Nick, "Nick, you've made me the happiest man in the world. Life with you makes living meaningful. On a separate topic, after Pook leaves, you're going to come clean with me on how you two concocted this weekend", I laughed.
Not to be outdone, each of them responded. Pook got on one elbow to address us both, "You two are one amazing couple. Pete, I'm so happy for you. And Nick"..., and here he paused, "...you're one sexy mother fucker", which lightened the mood tremendously. Now it was Nick's turn, "Pook, back at you, you sexy man", and then looking at me he added, "And Pete, you're my life. It's that simple. I don't know where I'd be without you", as his eyes watered just a bit.
I let that burst of emotion sit there for just a few moments and then asserted my leadership once again. "Ok boys, now it's your turn. Your daddy wants to get fucked. And pig-roasted, and any other unspeakable act you want to inflict on me. But I have one in particular...when we get that far." Without saying another word, I crawled down the bed and took Nick's rock hard cock in my mouth, first because I wanted to cede control back to them and second because I wanted him to choke me with it. I intentionally pointed my ass in the air to signal that was available as well and it didn't take long for Pook's lips and tongue to be down there, hungrily having his way.
I LOVED having Nick's cock back in my mouth. He's just the right thickness so that I can get all the way down him without choking. He immediately started groaning like he'd cum any second which made me try to go deeper and harder. It was so win/win. Meanwhile, Pook's singular focus was getting my hole ready to be ravaged. We all knew there was lube available if needed, but there's something about the animalism of eating ass that heightens the eroticism. And no one knew this better than Pook. We continued like this for a long time until I heard Pook bark, "Switch".
Like clockwork, they changed positions and Nick began to feast on my already moistened hole, and I was now challenged with Pook's longer cock. But by this time, I'd been swallowing Nick's down my throat for awhile, so Pook's was somewhat less daunting. In fact, I may have taken him deeper that night than in our long history together. I could've stayed in that position all night for my money, but I knew they needed to fuck their daddy. And we all knew it was time.
Pook, still in charge, barked the following orders, "Doggy style daddy. Nick, you up there to feed him your cock, and I'll fuck him first to get him warmed up for you. You can stretch him out then with your thick dick." They both got a chuckle out of that and went to work. Pook lubed himself up, Nick passed around the poppers in which we all imbibed, and they went to work on me.
Being pig-roasted is possibly the most humiliating position there is. You helplessly surrender your two holes to men who want nothing but their own pleasure. Your pleasure is meaningless. And that's exactly why it's so hot. To be subjected to such blatant humiliation, especially by two young men who innately respect you, is the height of eroticism.
Why? Who the fuck knows? I spent weeks exploring that side of me with Charles and Jack and couldn't answer it. All it know is that occasionally nothing gets me off like being treated like a whore. But "occasionally" is the operative word. At my core, I'm a leader and both in life and in sex. But "occasionally...."
Sensing my lust, they ramped it up. "Take my cock, you slut", Pook demanded. "Focus up here on my cock, Daddy", ordered Nick. They went back and forth trying to out-dom each other, at my expense. And I loved every minute. I would've been happy to let them finish that way and cum all over me, like I had them, but I had another plan. And it was time.
I pulled off of Nick's cock, and seeing something was up, Pook pulled out of me as well. Without giving them a moment to protest, I stood up on the bed and, pointing to the foot of the bed, barked my orders: "Nick, lay on your back at the foot of the bed, feet on the floor. Pook, stand there", I pointed to the floor a couple feet from where Nick's feet would be.
They looked puzzled but not displeased that I was aggressively back in charge. Nick moved first and did as I asked. He laid on the bed and bent his knees down the foot of the bed (there wasn't a footboard; I'd thought this through) so his feet were flat on the floor. Pook stood watching...and waiting for further instruction.
Once Nick was settled, I grabbed the lube again (and quickly lubed up my hole and Nick's cock), placed the poppers close by (as I knew we'd need them) and knelt over Nick's cock on my knees. He now knew what I was doing as I dropped slowly on him. It felt glorious and we both were in heaven. He wanted to fuck me and I wanted to be fucked. I slowly and deliberately squatted up and down on his cock, making sure he was hard as a rock and wouldn't slip out. I settled the full of my weight on him with his cock fully penetrating me and addressed Pook, "On your knees on the floor, I want to feel your tongue caressing my hole and Nick's cock as he fucks me. And extra points if you can get your tongue my hole with along with his cock."
"Whoa," Pook exclaimed. "Daddy's a fucking bad boy!" he leered.
"You ain't seen nothin' yet" I shot back.
Pook was more than happy to get on his hands and knees and press his face squarely into the action. I could feel his tongue caress the entry to my hole, and by Nick's reaction, I sensed Nick could feel Pook's tongue as well. "Jesus", Nick whimpered breathlessly. "I'm fucking and getting a blow job all at the same time."
From the floor I hear Pook ask, "You guys up there liking this?" Nick and I audibly groaned. Pook got his answer.
I was able to grab the poppers and we all--very carefully--took another hit. Then it really heated up. Pook was aggressively trying to push his tongue and mouth into my hole beside Nick's cock as he fucked me. Then he'd pull back and lick Nick's balls which were hanging off the side of the bed. Occasionally, he'd pull around and take my cock in his mouth while I was bobbing up and down on Nick's cock. We had to be careful with that one though...I was ready to blast and that could've put me over the edge. We were on fire. The experience was indescribable. Part intimacy. Part raunch.
But it was time.
I stopped the action but didn't dare have Nick pull out. I had them where I wanted them. "Here's the plan, men. Pook, get as much lube up my hole as you can; the whole bottle if need be. Put the rest on your cock. I want both of my boys in me at the same time."
I hatched this plan over the last few hours. At one point at the bar they each had a finger up my hole at the same time. A little later I took both of their cocks in my mouth simultaneously. Since I loved them both and they had now connected, it only made sense I take both of their cocks. Simultaneously. Yes, I was signing up to be DP'd. I couldn't believe it myself. But here we were.
"Are you fucking serious, Pete?" Pook asked incredulously.
"Daddy, do you really think you can take us both?" Nick asked with genuine concern.
"I want to try, boys. I want you both in me. At the same time. Pook, get down there and get us ready", I ordered.
"YES, SIR!" he replied, determined to do his part.
I could feel him slide his well lubed finger up my hole so it now penetrated me along with Nick's cock. Once established he began to slide it up and down my hole, competing with Nick's cock for space in my tight rectum. There was some discomfort from the stretching of my hole, but tolerable. And the fullness of now two body parts up there instead of only one, and the motion of his finger was unlike anything I'd ever felt.
"Good work Pook", I said. More lube and two fingers. NOW", I ordered. I was into this and determined to make it work. I wanted to be filled with their cum and I wanted them to be proud of their daddy.
Pook did as ordered..more lube and, very carefully, slid two fingers up into my hole alongside Nick's cock. "Oh...", I groaned. Now my hole was being stretched to the limit and I began to wonder if I could do this. To get my mind off myself, I asked Nick, "Nickie, how does that feel for you, my boy?"
He let out a deep, deep sigh, and uttered, "Fan-fucking-tastic. Pook, I can't wait for your cock to be nestled in Daddy's hole, right next to mine."
Wow, I thought. What was getting exceedingly painful for me, was proportionately erotic for my boys. With that knowledge, I became even more determined to do this. There was no turning back. I sucked it up and said, "Good. Pook, keep going."
I didn't know exactly what I meant by that...was I asking him to insert a third finger, or was it time for the final act? I'd get my answer.
Still squatted over Nick, I could feel Pook stand up behind me and slowly push my torso down on Nick's presumably to expose my hole for him to enter me alongside Nick. He pushed me down tenderly and then lowered his head to meet Nick and mine. "It's time Pete, you ready?" he asked.
"Bring it on, buddy," I said, feigning bravado.
I had no idea what to expect, but I wanted this to happen. I wanted to feel them in me. I wanted their cum inside me. I wanted to know I could do it. I wanted it. Period.
I was now nearly laying flat on Nick, still impaled on his cock. Nick continued to squirt even more lube up and around my hole. He, with some solemnity, placed himself behind my and I could feel his cock present at my hole. Before he entered though, he handed me the bottle of poppers and said, "I think you're gonna need these". He was right. I took two LONG hits, and the bottle was passed around. After they took their hits, I took two more. I was flying and ready.
I felt his cock press against my hole and very slowly stretch it open. There was pain, but I knew it would subside. It may have been the poppers working their magic, but the painful stretch felt right. I wanted my hole to swallow Pook's cock, along with Nick's. After he entered, he paused and asked, "Keep going?"
Now breathing heavily, I answered, "Fuck yes".
I felt him apply even more lube and I took yet another hit. "Here we go" Pook warned, and DAMN did I feel that! Something foreign was invading my hole. Although Nick's cock was already embedded up there (and wasn't that foreign enough?), Pook's cock was a game-changer. "Ohhhh...." I gasped. The pain was very real, but I hoped it would be like the first time I was topped...that after awhile, the pain would subside.
"Breath deeply" Nick said. "You can do this" he added.
I concentrated on my breathing and my brain was still buzzing from the poppers. And, somewhat like magic, the pain began to be replaced by a eurphoric feeling of fullness. I had no idea how far Pook was up me so my response was tempered, but `so far so good' I thought to myself.
Pook, who was incredibly considerate with his entry, asked again, "Ready for more, daddy?"
Catching my breath, I asked, "How much more Pook?"
"I'm over halfway in" he replied.
`I can do this' I thought to myself. "Keep going Pook."
"Here we go", he announced and began to slowly slide in further. Surprisingly, there was little additional pain. My hole was stretched as far as it was going to be stretched. I don't have a medical background, but apparently there weren't as many pain sensors further up into my rectum. But there sure as hell were pleasure sensors.
Holy crap, I thought to myself. I'd never felt anything like this. I felt like I was being split open, in the best possible way. Knowing it was my two boys' cocks I was impaled on elevated the pleasure exponentially. But even if it were two stranger's cocks, it was still raw, hedonistic pleasure.
I could feel one cock, presumably Nick's rub my prostate. I could feel the other, obviously Pook's, massage the other side of my rectum. "I'm in!" announced Pook joyfully. "You took us both daddy! You have both your boys' cocks in you, you fucking stud!"
By this time, I'm nearly face-to-face with Nick and in love with him more than ever. Knowing I had done it--we had done it--made me want to kiss him with a passion you reserve for...well special times like this. We were eyeball to eyeball, our noses were touching, and the sweat from my face was dripping on him. I could tell he wanted me to speak.
"I love you so much Nick", I said. "I want you to fuck me hard now. Show your daddy how much you love him."
And for the first time since Pook started his tentative entry into my hole, Nick started to thrust his cock into me like you would in a typical, 1-person fuck. And because there were two cocks packed into my rectum instead of just one, the tip of his was pushed directly over and into my prostate.
"OH MY GOD" I yelled as he gyrated into me. "Oh my fucking god!!!" The pleasure was indescribable. It was almost too much to take.
Not wanting to be sidelined, Pook started thrusting as well, which generated friction between their two cock not to mention what it was doing to me. As soon as he started, Nick was unstoppable. "Oh shit, oh shit, oh shit" he screamed. "Fuck Pook, your cock feels so good in there."
"I fucking know stud. I've never don't this before. This is fucking insane!!!"
I was gone. The two of them were fucking each other and fucking me, all at the same time. My hole was on fire, in the best possible way. I can't find the words to describe the sensation, other than I'm not sure how long I could've tolerated it. Not because of the pain, but because of the pure pleasure. Our bodies aren't built to absorb that level of pleasure; we don't know what to do with it. I thought I would pass out. Until..
"I'M CUMMING" screamed Nick
"ME TOO" yelled Pook.
I thought I'd reached the pinnacle of pleasure, but I was about to be elevated beyond even that. The two of them blasted volumes of cum into me with a ferocity that defies description. It was the physical sensation of their hot liquid exploding inside me, but actually it was the awareness that I had done this to them. And given my relationship with both of them, the overall feeling was.....there are no words.
Although my pleasure was secondary, I was rock hard as well and, using their orgasms as my excuse to join them, I lowered my hand to my cock and with only about two quick strokes, blew my load all over Nick's face for the second time this evening. He was in such a state of euphoria, he instinctively just opened his mouth and inhaled my cum like he needed it to survive.
Like many times before now, I wanted time to stop. My boys' two cocks were still firmly implanted up my hole and continued to pulse their sweet, sweet juice into me. I was nose to nose with Nick, my lover, and we were savoring the taste of my cum on his face. The copious amounts of cum that had been deposited in my hole were starting to leak out of my now stretched hole, feeling erotically sticky. And, beyond that, I had the warm sweaty weight of Pook pressing me into Nick. All I could smell was sweat, cum, lube, and residual poppers. I was in heaven.
But like everything good, time marches on. We couldn't stay like that all night, but my boys' softening cocks were beginning to slide out on their own. Likewise, I was bent over in a position that, under normal circumstances, I typically wouldn't be able to sustain. Sadly, it was time to disengage.
Pook pulled out first and as he did, there was a distinctive (and slightly comical) "pop". The release of pressure was simultaneously a relief and a disappointment. Nick followed shortly after that and the sensation was identical, albeit magnified. I'd had these two engorged cocks invading me and I was able to take it. Now I was empty. What a sad, strange feeling, indeed.
By now it was close to 4AM and we all needed sleep. We cleaned up quickly and immediately headed to bed. Although more sex was the last thing on my mind, I couldn't get past the sense of emptiness in my colon. They had filled me physically with their youthfully hard cocks and copious amounts of cum. But they had filled me metaphorically as well. Two men, one I loved in the past, one I'm in love with currently, had filled me with their love. Now the three of us lay there. Me in the middle, once again embracing my boys. Nick on my right, pook on my left, both of them burrowed into me. It took only seconds before both of them were snoring peacefully on my chest, and I remember very little after that.
All of a sudden it was morning, 9AM to be precise. The condo could've burned down around us and we would've slept through it. Pook had a mid-day flight and needed to grab an uber around 10 so we had to move quickly. Pook's hurry to depart may have been a blessing...no awkward questioning about how the weekend had turned out the way it did; no wondering on either Nick's or Pook's part if I still had romantic feelings for Pook (which I didn't). While we smiled, and fondly reminisced about the events of the weekend, our minds were more on getting Pook safely to the airport.
The Uber arrived and we walked Pook down to say good-bye. I really didn't know what this meant. Yes, he was happily married, and Nick and I were in a committee relationship, but his re-emergence in my life--and presence in Nick's--raised the question: do we do this again? I, for one, didn't have an answer. And I had no idea what Nick was thinking.
Pook threw his stuff in the car and we exchanged guy-hugs to say goodbye. I wanted our goodbyes to be somewhat more intimate, but we were on the street, it was Sunday morning, and it wasn't to be.
"Take care, my friend", I said. "I'm so proud of you."
Nick added, "Pook, I'm so glad we met and have had the chance to be friends. You're a special guy".
Pook had the last word: "You two are incredible together. Don't fuck it up", he said smiling, and with a wave goodbye as they drove away.
Nick and I waited until the Uber was out of sight. I put my arm around his shoulders, pulled him into me said, "You mean everything to me. If you ever see me fucking it up, I want you to tell me."
"Yes, Daddy" he replied, with his adorable smile, and we walked hand-in-hand back into the condo.
Believe it or not, Nick and I had another round of earth-shattering sex that night. I didn't think we'd ever top the DP episode, but that night came close. I think we both wanted to cement our commitment to each other. Pook was a momentary, and--lets face it--fun distraction. But Nick was my boy, and I was his Daddy.
But even stepping back from that, what had I learned with my subservient time with Charles and Jack and now my committed relationship with Nick? Upon reflection, I don't think it's that complicated. When scientists began to study homosexuality in the `60s, they discovered that it wasn't black and white. People weren't 100% one or the other. There were degrees of each. It was fluid.
That's what I learned during my whirlwind detour into the world of subservience (and, yes, depravity). I can't deny it was arousing as hell. To be told what to do, to be humiliated, even publicly, to be denied orgasms repeatedly, to be whored out to friends and strangers. I still don't understand the appeal of that, but it's real. Occasionally.
But my relationship with Nick cemented what I've always known. I'm a leader who is rewarded by mentoring young people and sexually dominating young men. It's pretty simple. And strangely, being the one who dominates sometimes, and submits other times, aren't mutually exclusive. I can't explain it, but it's true, and it's real.
Will I ever step back into the world of submission? I have no clue. If presented with a safe way to do it, like Charles and Jack, or Pook and Nick, the answer is...probably. But I'll never abandon my real role in life. Genuinely making the lives of young men better and more productive, and yes...more sexually rewarding.
Thanks for listening.
Pete