Previously: Pete spent the day poolside with Jack wearing only the sexy white bikini that Charles had bought for him and that Jack ordered him to wear. Once wet, the suit clung to him like a wet t-shirt leaving his cum-denied erection even more exposed, making it easy for Jack to make new friends at the pool. This led to an afternoon of sex in which Pete experienced more horizon-stretching submission. He didn't know what was next for him and didn't really care.
"Detour Into Depravity" isn't my first story for Nifty, but it's my most personal. It's largely autobiographical in that the story's main character, Pete, is essentially me. His background, feelings and emotions are mine. Some (ok, most) of the sex is fantasy, but like any good fantasy, I'd make it happen if I could.
Please email me your thoughts as you read this. It helps to hear what turns you on and seems realistic, and what...not so much... psorenson9@hotmail.com
Chapter 7
Once again, everyone had cum except me. And like before I was not only resigned to it, I relished it. With Oliver mercilessly restrained by Jack and Steve, I edged him to an epic outcome. He shot with such intensity, he left Jack and Steve each with a face full of cum. And later (and for the second time in weeks) I had three cocks shoot their loads on me from just inches above my face and loved every second.
After we'd all cum (except me, of course) we relaxed in our sticky aftermath. And me? I was quickly learning I had a unique power to bring guys to an uncontrollable orgasm. It was almost a super-power; one that I was finding more satisfying than actually getting off myself. This was a consequential lesson I was learning as I continued down this strange detour.
Being late afternoon, the four of us collectively started to shuffle and it seemed time for Steve, Oliver and even me to hit the road. We all got what we wanted from our little foursome and the fun was over. Jack hadn't made any plans for the evening, with me anyway, and I didn't want to hang around looking needy, so I made quite a show of making the first move to leave.
"Jeez, look at the time," I acted surprised. "Jack, mind if I jump in the shower before I head home?"
"No worries, but wait up a minute", he responded, signaling he'd like Steve and Oliver to head out and for me to hang back.
The other two seemed to get the hint and began packing to leave. I'd already put my sexy new Speedo back on at Jack's request, and they put their tight, sweaty swimsuits back on as well, giving our hugs goodbye a special significance. Of course, my erection had only subsided slightly, so the embraces took me nearly back to full mast.
After they left, Jack grabbed a couple beers from the fridge and a warm, wet towel and motioned for me to sit down on the couch. He joined me there, wrapped his arm around me over the back of the couch, and carefully wiped the dried cum from my face and body with the towel. He was surprisingly tender. Then, taking a deep breath, he began, "Pete, I can't tell you how much you mean to Charles and me. I know I've seemed like a compete dick at times, but I think you know we're both playing a crazy game and I'm pretty sure you like it as much as I do."
I looked down and couldn't help smiling at this turn of events. "Jack, I think you're reading me right. First off, I'm happy I've been able to help you steer your career. You have tremendous potential and helping young people like you has always been a priority for me. And the other thing"....I stopped to laugh a little..."I have to admit, I didn't see this coming", motioning to my sweaty, post-sex body. "I have no idea how or why I'm playing along. But servicing you and Charles and...Chris and Marco...and the guys today...I can't tell you how much fun"...I stopped to consider the word, "yeah, how much FUN this's been for me, in some inexplicably kinky kind of way. I hope that makes sense to you because it doesn't to me."
Jack pulled me into him even tighter, and with his hand that was resting on my shoulder, turned my head toward his, leaned over and kissed me intimately. His other hand reached around and stroked my still bare chest, stomach, and gently fondled my still-hard cock through my swimsuit. Although I knew this was simply a demonstration of his affection rather than another round of sex, I happily reciprocated and enjoyed fondling his Speedo-clad body.
Completely contented, I would've been happy for this to continue unabated, but we heard the front door open and footsteps entering the room. And there stood Charles with all his luggage, a shit-eating grin on his face and his arms wide open. He stood in the middle of the room and announced, "Come to daddy, you sexy fuckers!"
Jack flew into his arms and they made out passionately. I hung back for a minute, not quite knowing my role until Charles reached out and said, "You too, sexy Pete. You think I can resist you looking so hot? Not on your life."
I walked over to them and instantly there were three of us making out, as if we were a unit.
Charles pulled back to take a breath and said with a smile on his face, "I hope I didn't interrupt anything when I walked in...you two looked pretty...comfortable together", and then laughed again so as not to be interpreted as being pissed off.
"Nah, replied Jack. "I was just letting Pete know how much I appreciated..." he stopped to correct himself, "...we appreciated everything he was doing to help me." That prompted Charles to give me an extra hard squeeze and respond, "You know Pete, you're very special to us."
`Where was this coming from?' I thought to myself. But I was enjoying the moment and attention so much, I didn't feel like arguing. I simply replied, "All in a day's work guys," and gave them both a big smile.
"And holy shit", gasped Charles. "Look at the sexy stud in the white bikini!" Kiddingly turning to Jack he added, "Who is this sexy daddy? Did you pick him up at the pool today?"
"Oh Pete got PLENTY of attention at the pool today, didn't you Pete?" Jack responded.
That was my cue to thank Charles for the gift (which was making me hard again) and give him an additional thank you hug.
Charles's response was music to my ears, "Damn, sexy Pete. You never disappoint. When I picked that out for you, I imagined what you'd look like in it. You...and that bulge...have exceeded my expectations!"
"Thanks Daddy" I quickly replied and gave him one last hug.
That was Charles's cue to announce that as sexy as he was finding us in our Speedos, he was too exhausted to get naked with us at that moment. He insisted I stay and suggested we order in a nice dinner, open a couple bottles of wine, and get "reacquainted" a little later.
I was definitely up for that but really needed to shower first. I was still covered in suntan lotion, sweat and the residual cum Jack wasn't able to wipe off me. Apparently reading my mind, Charles suggested, "I think you two need to jump in the shower first. It smells like a sex club in here", he laughed suggestively.
"You first, Pete", and Jack pointed me to the master bedroom with the shower. Once I got in the shower I heard Charles yell, "I left out a bathrobe for you for when you get out of the shower. Hope it's ok". I took a long, luxurious shower, dried myself off and slipped out to the bedroom to find a very short silk robe that barely covered my ass. I wondered if I'd be expected to eat dinner in the shorty robe, while they wore street clothes, essentially demoting me back to slut status, but I didn't care. The robe felt great and I knew I looked hotter than hell. However, hiding my obvious erection would be a problem. I hadn't cum in over a week and this afternoon in the white bikini had probably added a quart of cum to my balls.
I left the bedroom and joined the other two in the kitchen/great room where they were preparing drinks. "Hey sexy man," Charles bellowed upon seeing me. "I'm jealous Jack. You've had Pete all to yourself since I've been gone. I have some catching up to do."
As Jack walked past me toward the bedroom to shower, he stopped and conspicuously grabbed my chubbed up cock under the shorty robe. "You don't know the half of it Charles. Pete here is one slutty daddy."
Jack disappeared into the bedroom to shower and fairly quickly emerged wearing only a short silk bathrobe himself. Charles took one look at the two of us and said, "I think I died and went to heaven. I'm going to shower now. DO NOT start fucking without me!" He laughed as he walked into the bedroom.
Unsurprisingly, Charles came back quickly, freshly showered, in his own silk robe. By now, we each were on our second glass of wine, and all was right with the world. Just then, the buzzer rang with the food and Charles instructed the delivery man to bring it up the elevator. Moments later, the elevator doors opened to reveal a hot, young delivery guy, carrying the bags of our dinner. His reaction to the three of us was unmistakable: He knew we were gay, he knew we were going to fuck tonight, and he desperately wanted to be part of the action.
Under normal circumstances, I think Charles and/or Jack would've tried to seduce him, but tonight seemed special. The three of us had spent precious little time together as a unit, Charles was sending strong signals that he wanted to go hard after dinner, and Jack even seemed more docile than usual. I sensed the night ahead of us would be unrushed, sensuous, and downright erotic.
We sat down to dinner with the wine flowing generously. I was eager to hear about Charles's case that had been consuming him, Charles was eager to hear about Jack's progress in his career, and when those topics were adequately covered, Charles asked no one in particular, "So tell me what I've missed around here. Looks like you guys were having fun here as recently as this afternoon," he asked with a smile.
I looked down at my lap not knowing how to play this. Since Charles and Jack were the established couple in this newly formed threesome, it was clearly up to Jack to divulge as much or as little as he thought appropriate.
"Not too much," Jack lied. I took Pete to the TownHouse last weekend and we hung out with Chris and Marco. Then today we met a couple guys at the pool and had a few drinks up here with them later. They left just before you got here."
The pool scene Jack referenced reminded me of Charles's gift, so I took the opportunity to thank him one more time, "And by the way Charles, the gift you left me was very generous. I think I may have caused a bit of a stir at the pool this afternoon by wearing it. I was seen with Jack so I hope I didn't get you two in any trouble."
"I was delighted I was able to catch a glimpse of you wearing it when I got back today. Damn you are one sexy man Pete. How were those guys you had up here from the pool able to keep their hands off you, anyway?" I looked at Jack to see how he'd field that question, and he deftly answered, "Oh, Pete has a way of making everyone comfortable, don't you Pete? They went home....satisfied. For that matter, so did Chris and Marco. Pete was quite...hospitable, weren't you Pete?"
Charles knew exactly what Jack was getting at and seemed amused. I think he loved the fact that I had engaged with Jack and his fuck buddies. But I'm not sure he knew the dynamics of the engagements or the degree to which I had whored myself out to please Jack and his friends.
Sensing there was more to the story, Charles continued in an almost priestly tone, "Pete, the night the three of us spent together before I left town, you were remarkably" he paused to find the right word, "compliant. Did that continue that with the others?"
I became instantly paralyzed. Was he being judgmental? Was he forcing me to confront whatever it was that had overtaken me in the past weeks? I looked down at my lap and began to choke up. "Yes sir", I whispered. I don't know what overcame me, but out of nowhere I became emotional and found myself choking back tears.
"What's this?" Charles asked as he hopped out of his chair and stood behind me and hugged me in my chair from behind. "I'm so embarrassed", I choked out. "I didn't mean for this to happen."
"What to happen?" asked Charles.
"For me to become so", I paused to find the right word, "'compliant'. I can't explain it. I've never been like this. But there's something the two of you do to me. Since meeting you all I've wanted to do is please you...and your friends. I can't help myself."
Charles gave me a long, warm squeeze from behind, pointed to the remnants of dinner on the table, and said, "Let's leave this mess for tomorrow. Both of you join me in bed and let's talk about this more".
Together, the three of us filed into the master bedroom and climbed into bed. Jack and I took our cue from Charles who stripped off his robe before getting under the sheets, laid on his back in the middle of the bed, and motioned for us to join him on either side.
With Jack's and my head each resting on Charles's chest, I began to feel at peace. He graciously gave me more than a few minutes to compose myself, before asking, "Now what's this all about? I loved the way you behaved the night the three of us slept together, and it sounds like you've built quite a fan base with Jack's friends. I think you're an extraordinarily giving sexual partner. Jack, what do you think?"
`This oughta be good', I thought to myself.
But Jack surprised me with his answer. "Pete, I've only known you for a few weeks, but I've seen firsthand how you LOVE to give other people pleasure. You thrive on it. I see it in how you've mentored me in the business world, and I see it in the way you get off by getting us off. There's nothing fucking wrong with that. Certainly nothing to be ashamed of."
`Damn, that kid is smarter than I've given him credit for,' I thought.
"And I admit," Jack continued, "I've certainly enjoyed playing the alpha male, but I get off on that as much as you get off on submitting to it, so I don't see the problem. But I'll pull back if you'd like. I think you're sexy as hell no matter what you're doing."
I had to laugh, "No," I chuckled, "I love it when you order me around....Sir" I laughed.
With that, Charles pulled us into him as tightly as he could. "I'm so fucking lucky to have you two" he said. "How did this happen?"
The three of us laid there, not saying a word. We could feel each other breathing almost to the point we were one. On one hand, I could've stayed like that all night. On the other hand...I looked up into Charles's eyes and asked, "Sir?"
Slightly surprised, he answered, "Yes, Pete?"
"Sir, may I suck your cock, sir?" The only thing I wanted at that moment was his cock in my mouth.
"Yes, you may, my sexy little cocksucker" he replied, smiling.
"YES SIR", I beamed.
I happily slid down under the covers and took Charles's soft, freshly-showered cock into my mouth. I can't remember anything tasting better. After our talk I wanted to show him how much I appreciated him sexually, and submissively sucking his cock seemed to be the best way to do it. And one of my favorite things is feeling a soft cock swell and grow in my mouth. I didn't want to ignore Jack however, and I still had a free hand so I used it to find his cock and massage it at the same time. He hardened quickly and before long the two of them were making out passionately with me under the covers, alternatively sucking their two stiff cocks. As I deep throated them they became more passionate, and their passion made me suck deeper and harder. But this time, it was my genuine fondness for both of them that drove my libido. Yeah, slutting is hot, but having genuine affection and respect for the cocks you're pleasuring makes it even hotter. I'd only known them for a short time, but I was contributing to their lust for each other which was more important than their feelings toward me. They couldn't get enough of one another and with me between their legs, hungrily devouring their cocks, their passion only intensified. The feeling of total submission, dedicating myself to satisfying these two as they satisfied one another, was overwhelming.
However, unlike Jack and me, Charles hadn't had a good fuck for some time so he wasn't going to be satisfied with just a blow job, no matter how lovingly I gave it. He pulled me up from under the covers, ordered me to lay flat on my back, spread my legs and said to Jack, "I'm gonna fuck this sexy daddy right now. And I want you to get his hole good and wet for me."
"Yes sir," Jack responded. Hmmm', I thought, Jack's got a bit of a submissive in himself as well'.
I quickly felt Jack squatting between my splayed legs, first licking my balls, then my taint, then up and down my crack, and finally my hole. He went after me like he hadn't eaten in a month. I groaned with pleasure and was quickly aware how fast I might blow my load.
"Daddy," Jack said, looking at Charles, "can I fuck him?"
"No, son", Charles replied. "Tonight's Daddy's night. I want both of your holes ready to take my cock."
This was a bit of a surprise; Charles and Jack had a father/son thing going which reminded me of Pook and me. It shouldn't had been a surprise, but I hadn't seen it so clearly until now. Charles was serious when he ordered, "I want both of your holes ready to take my cock."
I wanted Jack to rim me forever, and I wanted Charles to fuck me hard, both at the same time, although that would be physically impossible. "Keep licking, Jack", Charles commanded. "Get him good and wet for me".
My hole was so wet you could go surfing in it, but who was I to complain. Jack rimmed me like a pro and I was in ecstasy. After a few more minutes Charles told Jack to stand back and give him access to my hole. The moment I was waiting for had arrived. Charles gently laid down on me, torso-to-torso and whispered quietly to me, "Pete, I've been waiting to fuck you since I've been away. I'll try to go easy on you but I can't promise anything." Then looking at Jack and motioning to the space on the bed right next to me, he added, "Jack, while I'm getting Pete warmed up, I want you to sit up there and get your hole ready. Daddy wants it nice and lubed."
"Yes, sir", Jack responded compliantly. I was seeing more and more of the father/son relationship now, and it was hot.
I was flat on my back, legs spread, with Charles staring down at me with a penetrating stare. He whispered, "Open your mouth", and when I did, he affectionally opened his and let a bit of spit drop into mine. I'd seen that in porn, but never realized how intimate it could be. Charles would anoint me with his fluids...all of them.
Immediately after, he lowered his hips to find my hole with his cock. He had perfect aim as I felt that wonderful tip press against my hole. I couldn't wait for Charles's dick to enter me. I was starving for it. "Fuck me now, Sir. Please. Take me now." I whispered. Between Jack's rimming and Charles's lube, it slid in like it belonged there all along. Our eyes were locked with lust, and he started to slide in and out of me. He made sure he went slowly; he was in no hurry...he wanted this to last.
After a while, he started to pick up speed. Sensing this, Jack, who I could see fingering himself in my peripheral vision, added ongoing commentary to the scene while I was getting fucked: "Fuck him, Daddy. Fuck Pete hard. Look at the slut's pre-cum, he's like a faucet. Make him cum Daddy, make our boy cum!"
Charles's steely glare, the methodical in-and-out of his cock in my rectum, and Jack's raunchy commentary, went on for-seemingly-ever. The sensation of his cock rubbing inside me alone was nearly overwhelming. The look in Charles's eyes. Jack's egging him on. It was nearly too much. I wanted it to stop. I never wanted it to stop. How long could I last?
Charles answered that quickly when he abruptly pulled out of me.
"Ok boys," he said. "I want you on the side of the bed, stacked.'" he ordered. Jack appeared to know what he was talking about, but I didn't. Charles could tell I was confused so he patiently explained, "I want my two boys stacked on the side of the bed and I'm going to fuck you both, back and forth. Pete, you're on the bottom. Lean over the side of the bed, bent at the waist, ass exposed". I knew exactly what that meant and immediately assumed the position...with one small problem. My cock, when hard, angles nearly straight upward, so when I'm in that position, I typically tuck it under my abdomen pressed into the bed, which I did this time. Seeing this, Charles reached between my legs and pulled my cock out and down so it faced straight down to the floor between my legs at a 90 degree angle. This position was uncomfortable, bordering on painful...but incredibly erotic at the same time because he stroked it in that awkward position with his lubed hand. I straddled the border between pain and pleasure.
Jack knew exactly what to do and climbed on top of me with his chest pressed into my back. Charles did the same thing with Jack's cock as he did with mine...he pulled it out from between his legs and pushed it facing down, resting in my crack, but leaving my hole exposed so he could take turns fucking us, one immediately above the other.
"You guys comfortable?" Charles asked. "Wait one minute", Jack replied and then wrapped his arms around me so he was embracing me from behind as he laid on my back. "There we go", he said, "I've got sexy Pete tight in my arms so I'll feel his reaction every time you fuck him. It'll be like you're fucking us both at the same time."
"Smart boy!", Charles smiled, and bent over to give Jack an extra-long lick all the way up the underside of his hole and up his crack. "Mmmmmmm", Jack groaned with delight. "Plenty more where that came from," Charles answered. I then heard him squirt another squeeze of lube on his hand and he proceeded to lube both our cocks and finger both of us one more time. I was thinking the more lube in us and, the longer he'll be able to go, which was fine with me. I wanted tonight to last forever.
I made a mental snapshot of what I was feeling. Jack's muscular body covering me, arms embracing me, and hard cock pressed unnaturally into my crack. Me, face down, with my cock also being pulled between my legs in an unnatural but erotic position, and Charles stroking our cocks and fingering our holes with his well lubed hands. How the hell did I get so lucky?
Then it got even better. I felt the tip Charles's stiff cock press against my hole for the second time tonight and enter me fully. "Oh. My. Fucking. God", I heard myself saying. "Fuck me, Charles, please, fuck me. Please." I whispered to no one in particular. Adding to my pleasure, I could feel Jack hugging me closer from above, thrusting his hips so his cock slid up and down my crack and whispering in my ear, "Take our daddy's cock, Pete. Take it. Make our daddy proud of his boys." And then louder, and to Charles, "Fuck him hard Daddy. I'm holding him tight; he can't move. Fuck our boy hard". That made Charles pick up the pace, in and out, finding my prostate with each thrust. "Ooooohhhh," I groaned. "Make me cum daddy, make me cum", I begged, forgetting my role. In my passion, I overlooked that Jack was waiting to get his hole used as well, and my euphoria must've been torturing him, until I heard his voice above me saying, "Fuck me too, Daddy, fuck my hole. Please Daddy".
Being an equal opportunity daddy, Charles slowly pulled out of me leaving me feeling empty, but at the same time, I could feel Jack seize up and squeeze me even harder as Charles pushed into him. "Breed your boy, Daddy, breed me hard", Jack gasped. I could feel the motion of Charles's thrusts into Jack and with each one it pushed me further forward on the bed which pulled my cock back into a more erotically painful position. Each time Charles pounded Jack, Jack's cock slid further into my crack and my cock got pulled further and further back. I didn't know if I was experiencing pain or pleasure. It must have been the latter, as I didn't want it to stop. Ever.
After pounding Jack mercilessly, it was my turn again. Now Charles was on fire, so when he entered me, he didn't hold back. "Take my cock Pete. Take it bitch", he cried and he thrust into me with a power I hadn't seen from him before. He'd pound it up my hole, let it sit there for a moment, pull out, and pound it in again even more forcefully. All I could do was whimper. I didn't have the strength to form words. He did that several more times and then moved back up to Jack's hole and did the same to him. Jack was apparently stronger than me because he was able to verbally egg Charles on, "Fuck me Daddy. That all you got? Fuck your boy harder. HARDER! Breed me. Give me your seed Daddy!" he pleaded.
Because Jack was between Charles and me, I wasn't certain, but I sensed Charles was covered in sweat. I couldn't feel it but I could smell it. It was the smell of lust.
I knew the end was near when he began to alternate between the two of us, one powerful thrust at a time. He'd fuck me once, then Jack. Then me. Then Jack. I was praying he'd cum in me and I'm sure Jack was doing the same. It went on and on and on until finally I sensed change as he was in me. His body seemed to tense and he quickly pulled out and drove his cock up Jack letting out the most animalistic scream imaginable. Jack joined him and they sounded like animals in heat. But Charles didn't want me to be left behind; he pulled out of Jack with a "pop" and drove his still-ejaculating cock up me to nourish me with the second half of his load. He was still blasting away so I got what I'd wanted. As his spasms started to subside, I noticed that Jack's energy had subsided as well and I felt wet dripping down my crack and onto my legs. Charles's cock continued to pulse up my hole and he once again pulled out of me and plunged it back into Jack to give him the last few drops of his prized baby juice. Likewise, Jack's body convulsed from his own intense orgasm. Both of them were panting, sweating, and still unable to speak. I was insanely happy that I had once again become the instrument of these guys' epic orgasms.
I loved every second, but I still hadn't cum myself. I savored the feeling I had given them, and as badly as I wanted to cum, I reveled in the fact that my load was nestled securely in my balls.
A fierce debate erupted in my mind. I badly needed release; I desperately wanted them to get me off. At the same time, I felt a certain superiority for restraining myself. It was nonsensical, even irrational, but I experienced a higher order of gratification. My superiority wasn't directed at Charles and Jack; in fact, I delighted in having my superpower once again provoke their orgasms, but I felt my steely hard cock still pointing unnaturally straight down to the floor. It was rock hard, throbbing, and thicker than I'd ever felt. The sensation throughout my body could only be described as a non-stop, low-level orgasm, just without the spasms and jizz.
My decision was made. While I would've given anything to shoot my load, this felt too good to unwind. I would forestall my next orgasm to a time, place and with partners (hopefully these two) to be determined. All I wanted now was to scoop them into my arms and have each of them rest on me, and let their contentment radiate over me. That would provide a gratification as potent as the physical gratification I just bred in them.
I could feel them start to shuffle and I took the lead. I grabbed a towel to wipe off Jack's cum from my asscheeks, but didn't clean up beyond that. I wanted the scent of lust to linger. Looking at me quizzically, I pulled back the covers, laid flat on my back and motioned for them to join me on either side. They immediately got the idea, climbed into bed and nestled their heads into my muscled pecs. Charles, on my right, gave my nipple a small bite, looked up and kissed me, and said, "Good night, sexy Pete." Seeing this, Jack did the identical thing, although his bite was somewhat more aggressive, sending an electrical charge straight down to my cock. After that, the two of them stretched their heads across my chest, kissed each other goodnight, and then me. "Good night, Daddy", Jack whispered. "Good night, boy," Charles replied.
And within seconds they were both peacefully snoring on my chest. It's difficult to describe the contentment I experienced falling asleep that night. Two strong men who had asked me to join them in their sexual relationship, who trusted me, who respected me, and who I was helping considerably. It was win/win/win. And I can only describe the sensation in my throbbing cock as a "glow". If "glow" were a feeling, that's what I was feeling in my groin. And I had these two wonderful men, snoozing away on my chest, to thank for that.