Fly Fishing

Fly Fishing II by Sin Titulo

My life got a little easier once I realized I'd been on the wrong path sexually for most of it. Jon was a good teacher, and I learned all about masculine sex. With his expert demonstrations, I eventually became his favorite cocksucker, and he became by favorite piece of ass. We joked about all the time I'd wasted chasing cunt, and how pitiful my two marriages had been. There was nothing I wouldn't do to make him happy and the same went for him. Our sex just got better and better as we got to know each other better and better.

After a few weeks of winding up my dead end job, and my former life, I moved into his farmhouse, and into his bed permanently. I loved climbing in with him on those cold Pennsy nights and feeling his naked body next to mine. He loved sucking my cock while I sucked his and after falling to sleep nestled in the crook of each other's body. Best of all, was waking in the morning knowing that we had each other for another day.

That first Spring we were together a year, he surprised me by flying us both to London for our aniversary together. We stayed in a fancy hotel across the park from Buckingham Palace. We saw everything and went to plays until I couldn't keep them separated in my mind. He also introduced me to classical music with performances at Albert Hall by the Royal Philharmonic, and the London Symphony at the Barbazon, and St. Martins in the Field. I got a fast education in the arts and culture. When we tired of London, he asked if I wanted to go on to Paris and Rome, or back to New York to meet some of his friends.

I couldn't make my mind up, so we flipped a coin, and New York won.

He made some calls, and when we landed at Kennedy, there was a stretch limo waiting for us. We were taken directly to a welcome home party for Jon by his friends. The loft belonged to a well known painter, and as we stepped off the elevator on his floor, a butler type told us it was a nude only party, and we had to leave our clothes with him. Jon laughed at my embarassment, but began to help me peel out of my travel clothes. He stripped me totally, and the butler handed me a pair of fleecy house shoes, while he eyed my hanging cock and balls.

Jon was soon nude as well, and slipping into his houseshoes, he led the way through the doors to the noisy party in progress. When the men inside began to realize Jon had arrived, they began to clap and whistle. There must have been a hundred men of various ages in the large room. A young waiter, also nude except for his houseshoes and a black bow tie around his neck, glided up and offered a tray of drinks with various choices. Jon took a Manhattan and I did as well. He took my hand and led me into the noisy wall of men introducing me as we met each old friend. I had no hope of ever remmembering their names, but they didn't seem to care about anything other than that we were there.

I noticed that half the room had been carpeted with what looked like small wrestling mats. Jon told me they were called tatami mats and were what the Japanese used in their homes instead of furniture. Several men were already spralled on the mats, either talking or necking. Several had erections being fondled by other men. Jon pulled my ear down to his mouth and whispered.

"This is going to get wild before the night is over. I hope none of what is going to happen will shock you."

"It probably will Jon, but I can deal with it. Are we expected to participate?"

"It's in our honor, and you won't have a choice. These queens will eat you alive if you don't go along." As he was finishing telling me this, a young man walked up to me and instead of shaking hands as I expected, he groped my cock and balls, pursing his lips and sucking in his breath. He then leaned over and licked my chest. Jon laughed, and introduced me to what must have been Kevin number 7 or 8. I'd never remember, so I just shrugged and went with the flow. Kevin 7 or 8 was suddenly on his knees, licking my balls. I stepped back and turned to look at Jon for his instruction, but he had turned away and was making his way toward a knot of men piled up on the tatami mats near the center of the room.

Kevin didn't bother to ask, but swallowed my limp cock, and started blowing me up hard. Once he'd accomplished his goal, he stood up, and patted my inflated tool, and smiled at me. "There. That's better isn't it. Everybody can see what Jon's landed in the boondocks. Not too shabby honey. Any more like you running around loose in the country?" He laughed, and after pecking me on the cheek, turned and walked away. I looked around, but Jon was lost in the crowd. I caught another waiter with a tray of drinks and deposited my empty glass. I selected another Manhattan, and started a solo stroll around the edges of the room. I noticed that one side had several good sized bedrooms complete with kingsized beds. The kitchen area was set up like a restaurant, and several men nude except for aprons, were cooking things and serving food to men lined up waiting for their orders.

I asked for a burger, and as I waited, a short fellow came up and began talking to me, forced to shout over the loud music that had begun to play. I couldn't make out his words, so I leaned down and cupped my hand behind my ear. He took the opportunity to stick his tongue in my ear. When I straightend up the chef handed me a plate with the burger I'd ordered. Since I had both hands full then, shorty took me by the elbow and led me toward the nearest bedroom. Once inside, he shut the door, and locked it. He told me in the suddenly reduced noise level to sit on the bed, he wanted to talk to me. He sat down beside me, and put a hand on my bare leg. I set my drink on the floor near my foot, and took a bite of my burger.

He told me his name was Maynard B., and that he's been one of Jon's lovers in the past. He told me a few stories of their time together. After a while he grew pensive. Finally he looked at me and asked me if Jon was doing alright.

"Of course," I said. "Why do you ask?"

"Oh, no reason in particular. A group of us were just wondering why he bailed out of the rat race so early. It raised a few eyebrows let me tell you. Rumors were thick and unsubstantiated. You're the first person we've had access to to try to get the scoop."

"I haven't heard him say anything other than he thought he had socked enough away to be able to retire and try to enjoy the rest of his life."

"Humm. . ."Shorty mused. "Does it look like he wasn't having a good time here with his friends?" I shrugged and took another bite of burger. I thought about his words as I chewed.

"You think there may be a problem?" I swallowed after asking the question with my mouth full.

"All I'm saying is he raised a few eyebrows when he dropped out of this circut like he did. After all, he started it. This is really a continuation of a party he started several years ago."

"I haven't a clue why he did what he did other than what I've already told you." I took another bite.

"Well, he's back at least for tonight. That's better than nothing. He seems very proud of you. But you know that don't you." He squeezed my half hard cock with is free hand, and swallowed the rest of his drink. "Can I do anything for you?"

"Like what?"

"I suck like a vaccume. Jon used to say I could suck the chrome off a door handle."

"Uh. . .not right now thanks. I'm eating." He stood up and touched his empty glass to his eyebrow and unlocked the bedroom door.

"See you around guy. Hope I get a shot before the night is over." He stepped out the door, leaving it slightly ajar. Through the opening, I could watch the party in progress as I finished my burger. I washed it down with the last of my Manhattan, and ate the cherry for dessert.

In the main room, sex was beginning to happen in a large way. Men had paired off in twos and threes, and even larger groups. The food and drink was now ignored, and when I stepped out of the room, I saw the chefs were cleaning up their kitchen area, and removing their aprons to join in the fun. The bartenders were already in the mix. The poor waiters were still moving about collecting dirty glasses and dishes and bussing them to the kitchen where a gouple of guys with thick metal collars on were washing them, and after drying, putting them away. I wandered in and out of the groups, looking for Jon, without much luck. Occassionally as I strolled past a knot of excited flesh, an hand would reach out and grope me, or touch my ass cheek as I passed. The scene was so new to my newly discovered gay sensabilities, I hardly knew where or even how to start. In the far corner, I sat down on a large leather covered chair, and just watched for a while. Finally I spotted Jon, in a group of about seven men who had gotten themselves connected cocks to buttholes, in a chain of fucking. I wondered if the act had a name, since most gay sexual activities seemed to. I watched for a while, and could plainly see that he was enjoying himself. It caused me to wonder again what Shorty's words could mean. Why would Jon give up this scene he so obviously loved to isolate himself in the Pennsy country side. It puzzled me as it puzzled his friends.

I stood up, and sauntered over to the chain of men. I touched Jon on the shoulder, and he leaned toward me and we kissed deeply. He finally broke the kiss and asked if I wanted in the chain. I thought about it for a second and declined. He stroked my half hard cock a time or two, and told me to relax and have some fun. He was hearing, he said, that his friends thought he'd found a good one. He kissed me again, and said he really had, and that he was truly happy for the first time in his adult life.

I left the chain humping away, and strolled back to the same chair. I was feeling the two Manhattans I'd had, and wondered how strong the sweet drinks had been. I felt like the flight from London and the alcohol was catching up to me. I was tired, buzzed, and feeling worried about nothing I could put my finger on. While I sat there drousing and watching the sexual activity everywhere around me, Shorty came up and sat down on the big overstuffed arm of the chair.

"Mind if I join you?" He leaned down and pecked me on the cheek.

"Not at all."

"You're not having any fun tonight are you?" He put his hand on my shoulder to emphacize his words.

"Not really. I think I'm tired from the flight, and I'm not used to drinking hard liquor much. I usually stick to beer."

"Well, we could go back to a bedroom, and you could crash if you want. Of course I get to suck that beautiful dick of yours." I glanced up at his face, and he smiled. I returned the smile, and thought about how good a nap would be about then.

"Let's go." I stood up, a little unstable on my feet. Shorty hooked his arm in mine, and led the way through the writhing bodies, to the same bedroom we'd been in earlier. When he closed the door, and locked it again, the noise level from the big room was nearly shut out completely. The bed looked inviting, and I pulled down the comforter, and fluffed up the pillow. I sat on the edge, while Shorty dimmed the light in the lamp with the switch on the cord. He sat next to me.

"A good blow job, and you'll sleep like a baby. I guarentee it." He took my now flacid cock in his soft hand and began to lightly stroke me.

"What is your line of work Short. . .er. I'm sorry, I guess I don't remember your name."

"Never mind. You can call me Mike, or Shorty, as you were about to do. Shorty has been my nick name since I was a kid in highschool, I can't imagine why except, would you believe I actually played short stop position on the baseball team. I've got the letter jacket to prove it too. Or, you could call me Doctor Shorty, which is what Jon used to call me when we were still together. I'm a proctologist." He sniggered.

"What's a proctologist do?" He sniggered again.

"The best description probably is that I play with men's butts all day. I even occassionally stick big long instruments into them. I have this neat video camera in my office I like to stick up men's buttholes to see what I can see." He chuckled. "It's how I met Jon. He was into my office for a check up, and when I scoped him, he threw a bone, and I took care of it for him. You'ld be surprised if I told you how many men get hardons when I start playing around with their little holes. You might say I'm an expert at getting it to happen. Somethng like 90% will let me suck them off just so their big dicks will lay down in their pants again." He laughed outright. I was beginning to like Shorty.

"So what split you two up?" I was really getting drousy, but this little man was filling me in on aspects of Jon's life before I'd met him.

"A woman. You see, I'm married. My wife found out I was doing Jon, and he was doing me, and threatened divorce. In this state, the woman takes all. I've worked too damn hard to have my cake and eat it too to let her walk off with it just because I'm a cockhound.

I made a deal with her, that I wouldn't settle into a single relationship with any one man, which is what she was worried about, if I could continue to have my little assides with my friends. She agreed if it could be a two way street. I wasn't really interested in her cunt anyway, so we sealed the deal legally on paper, and I keep her in the manor she has grown accustomed to in our home in Westchester. She has her flings with golf and tennis pros and so I've heard, even the pool kid and possibly the gardner. I have a little apartment here in Manhattan, and live for these parties once a month."

"What difference then if it OK for you to attend these parties, why not live with Jon still?"

"She's afraid I'd be found out if what I had going was too regular. She's afraid of the gossip in her social circle. It's a small world. I mean it's all right to fuck everything with balls and two legs, if it's hetero. But fuck a fag, and the tongues wag incessantly. She's right. I now have my freedom, and she has hers, but that piece of paper we signed together, would hang me up by the balls and shake every coin out of my pockets if she found out I was actually shacked up with a man."

"You miss Jon?"

"Well, we weren't in anything but lust you know. I think he's a sexy man don't you?" I nodded, and yawned. "You want a blow job? It'll make you sleep better." I tried to think about it, but my mind seemed to be incapable of it. I just nodded. He grunted his satisfaction, and crawled onto the big kingsized bed, and I felt his lips doing things to my cock that felt pleasant and sexy. By the time he had me hard enough to get me going, he was in some sort of trance. He moaned as he swallowed my shaft, and I nearly sat up the sensation was so intense. He began to suck, and I was certain that if my cock was chrome, he would have stripped the finish off with a few passes of his magic mouth. I dropped my hands to the back of his head, and started a slow hump into his throat. He was moanig continuously by then, and I was starting to feel my cum rise. What ever else Shorty was he was definately a most gifted cocksucker.

When I started to blow in his throat, my mind flashed on Jon blowing me for the first time on the little beach next to the Lehigh river. I knew without a doubt, where Jon had learned his cocksucking technique. I caught my breath, and groaned as my nuts turned inside out and disgorged their creamy essence down Shorty's throat. He sucked until there was no more to give, then he stayed on my deflating cock letting it go soft in his mouth. When I was flacid again, he raised up on his knees, and patted my spit wet cock, and slipped off the bed as I slipped off to sleep. I only vaguely remember him closing the door behind him as he left the room.

The next thing I knew, some one was in the bed with me and fondling my ass. I must have rolled over onto my stomach at some point, because who ever it was in bed with me had full access to my butthole, and was taking full advantage. The light had been turned off, and everything was happening by touch and feel. It felt good, and I lay there and let him continue giving as well as getting pleasure. He carefully spread my legs apart, and crouched on his knees between them. I felt his tongue slide across both my cheeks. The wet trail turned cool as he blew gently on them. I shivered slightly. His tongue found its way into my crack, and he began running it up and down while he held my cheeks apart with his hands.

When his tongue found my hole, I twitched. Jon had done this to me several times in the year we had been together, and I had always found it stimulating. What I really liked however, was deep penitration. I loved Jon's big hard cock probing me to his pubes. Maybe my new friend would follow through to the logical conclusion of his rim job.

I rocked my hips to let him know that I appreciated his talented tongue. He was now busy trying to get as much of his stiff tongue into me as he could. I tried to relax every muscle I had to give him his way. He realized my hole was opening to him, and he began to lap in as deep as his tongue would reach, and then turn on some suction as he pulled it out of me. This went on for a while, and I realized my cock was stiff again. Whoever he was he was damn talented with that tongue. I moaned, and tried to turn over enough to see my lover. He suddenly slapped my ass with the palm of his hand. I reacted instinctively, and forced myself up on my knees and hands. He seemed to ignore my movements, and pushed his face into my hole hard. I leaned back against his face, and felt the tongue going crazy in my hole.

I dropped back down on my forearms, and left my raised butt in his face. I reached between my legs, and grabbed his leg, pulling him closer. Once he was within reach, I grabbed his hard cock in my fist. It felt like a good one. I squeezed it with some vigor, and he moaned. I tried to jack him, but the position was not conducive for it. I managed to hiss out that I wanted his cock in my butt. He pulled out his tongue, lone enough to say "All in good time."

I was beginning to pant from his tonguing, and he sensed that I might be getting close. He eased out of me, and slapped my butt again, and stood up on the bed behind me. I sighed, anticipating his next moves. He put both his hands on my raised ass, and leaned over me. I could feel his hardness pressed into my wet crack. His cock was thick, and ready.

"You wanta get fucked baby?" I breathed a sigh of relief.

"Oh yeah man nail my butt for me."

"Be careful what you wish for babe. I like it rough."

The next thing I felt was his big fuck horn shoving its way into me. I moaned with the pain of the intrusion, but also from the pleasure his thickness was giveing me. He hunched his back over my raised ass, and started plowing my hole like he was planning to plant corn instead of his own seed. It didn't take long for him to get me going. I reached between my legs, and fondled his swaying balls, feeling him pull them almost out of reach before slamming them against my own with a jarring impact. I started jacking my cock, and when he realized what I was up to, he reached around and grabbed my right tit in his fist and nearly tore it out by the roots.

"Yeow!" I blew the sound out in pain.

"Let go of your cock butch! You're going to cum from the fuck I'm throwing into your hole, or not at all." I dropped my dick, and put my hands back under my reclining head and he continued to pound his hips against my butt. I had to admit that it felt wonderful, and that if I got into it a bit more, it wouldn't be impossible to cum solely from his thrusting.

He suddenly pulled out of me leaving my stretched hole an empty void. He dived in with his tongue again, and I jerked from the shock. I could almost feel him licking my prostate his tongue felt so long. He kept this up for another five minutes, then using force, flipped me over, and lifted my legs up to my chest. He held them in place in the hard grip of his hands, and then plunged his dick back into me as hard or harder than he had before. He was pounding my hole hard, intent on getting the most out of our union. I loved it. Jon had never played rough with me, taking his time and keeping his lovemaking gentle. This new experience would have to be tried with him once we were alone. I wondered if he'd like it as much as I did.

My fucker, was beginning to groan and was basically bouncing his long dick into me and pulling it out almost to the end before bouncing it back into me. I was gasping for breath, and clawing his back with my fingers. He grunted out a question that I had the answer to.

"You getting close butch?" His words were coming in gasps as mine did as I answered.

"Yes. . .uh yes. . .uh yes!" He groaned again, and his thrusting stopped on a dime and he began flooding my hole with his cum. I heaved a great sigh, trying to catch my breath. I felt like I had had the air knocked out of my lungs. I finally caught a breath, and when I drew the sweet air in deep, my cock began to shoot rope after rope of hot cum up across my chest and throat. A gob landed on the side of my nose, and dripped down into the corner of my mouth.

"That's it baby. Get that cum out and drain those big balls of yours." He was beginnig to thrust into me again. I moaned, feeling things I had never felt before. When we both grew quiet in our revery, he slowly pulled out of me. He leaned over my chest, and licked at the hot pools of jism he could obviously smell. When he reached my right tit, he bit it hard enough to leave a mark, and I twisted under him, and he was suddenly gone. Before I could collect myself to turn on the lamp, the door opened and a silhouette of a man with a long pony tail left the room in the flood of music and the sounds of laughter of happy men enjoying themselves without fear of consiquences.

I laid back on the bed, and thought about what had just happened. The fuck had been the best I'd yet experienced in my short gay life. I wondered if Jon knew this man and wether or not he would be ammenable to inviting him to the farm for a little private party. I'm sure if Jon knew this guy's cock, he wouldn't be opposed. He didn't seem to be jealous of sexual activity. I was learning a whole new ballgame than the one I'd played with my two ex wives. Just a glance at another woman would have intstigated a fight with eiter of them, that might go on for weeks complete with a shut down of our sex lives. I realized I was well out of that rat trap of what I had perceived as normalcy. Being with Jon was far more rewarding and satisfying. I knew that if I saw some guy I wanted to have sex with, Jon was more likely to help me reach my goal than to spend a second being jealous. He might even want to join the fun if the guy was up for a threesome.

My mind drifted back to London where he and I had agreed that a handsome hunk we encountered in a gay pub in Soho our last night there, would make an interesting one night stand. I had spotted the man as he entered alone. He was dressed in a business casual outfit, and had longish curly hair that shown like spun gold in the amber lights of the barroom. He leaned up on the bar and ordered a Guiness draft. While the landlord worked on the foamy pint, he looked around the room. We made brief eye contact, and he quickly glanced away. When the landlord slid the glass to him, I noticed a gold band on his ring finger as he picked up the glass and drained half of it. He looked nervous for some reason. I pointed him out to Jon.

"Let me see if I can read his tea leaves from here," Jon took a swallow of his bitters, and looked the man over carefully. "Well right off, he's married."

"I saw." I sipped my pint.

"He's got the night off from the wifey, and is looking for something on the wild side. He wants an experience he can't get at home. He's too afraid to make a move, so he's hoping some bloke will take a fancy to him and ask him home for a fondle." I laughed. Jon had slipped into a passible cockney accent for his assessment of our target.

"You interested to see what he's got? I looked at Jon wondering if he would be angry with me for my roving eye. Shy about it, I managed a nod. "So we better ask him before the line starts to form." He stood up and took a swallow of his beer. He set the glass back on the table and strolled over to the hunk at the bar. They talked briefly, and I saw them shake hands. Jon put his hand on the man's shoulder, and glanced at me, pointing with his chin. The man stared at me like I was some exotic animal in a zoo. I thought I could see a kind of hunger in his eyes. He looked back at Jon, and nodded his head. The two began to make their way back through the crush of men to our table.

"This is Ian," Jon introduced us to each other. Ian up close was even bigger than he looked at the distance. His shoulders were broad, and his neck looked like he'd played professional football at one time. He stood there after we shook hands, nervously rotating his wedding band on his finger with his thumb. His glass of Guiness was half gone.

"Like another draft?" I pointed at his glass with my own in my hand.

"Right o. That'll help me relax a little." He drained his pint, and I signaled to the keep to bring another round for all of us. Ian and Jon scrounged another chair from a nearby table, and he sat with us.

The drinks were delivered and Jon paid. Ian thanked him and took a deep swallow before sitting the glass down and wiping a foam catterpillar off his upper lip with the back of his hand.

"So, Ian," Jon said. "What would be your pleasure tonight?" Ian ducked his head, and looked at Jon with watery eyes.

"Don't know really. I've never done anything like this before. He held up his ring hand and rotated the gold band as if we hadn't noticed it already. "Wife's gone to Brighton to visit her mother for the weekend. I thought I'd see what the other side was on about."

"I see," Jon set his glass down. "A walk on the wild side. . .While the cat's away. . ."

"Exactly," Ian ducked his head again.

"So what do you imagine the other side is on about?"

"Oh, I hardly know. . .arse fucking I suppose. . .sucking willie. . .that sort of kit."

"And you've never. . ."

"Not ever. I must say I've given it thought more than I should, but I've never had the nerve to try anything."

"Not even a quick suck in the public loo?"

"Naw. I've seen those bloke's messages on the walls, and the holes through the dividers, but I've never thought to put my thing in there. Might be some crazy punter bite your head off or something. Naw, I wouldn't do that."

"I meant you sucking some guy's cock pushed through the hole?" Ian blushed, and ducked his head.

"Aw that." He grined sheepishly at both of us and nodded. "A time or two, but never regular like. There's a theater I go to when I need it. I feel safer there than in the public, because every bloke there is into the same thing. No chance of being reported to the athorities." I laughed a little, and jon smiled.

"Well, my friend here fancies you tonight. I wouldn't mind a bit of you myself, and if you're game, we have a room at a hotel near by. Want to toddle along with us and have some fun?"

"Might." He took another swallow and looked around the crowded room perhaps to see if anything more appealing to his tastes had arrived. "Shall we cab it or walk?"

"Cab of course. We must arrive in style or the Concierge will think we are taking you up to the room for sex. I'll tip him well, and maybe he'll think about joining us after he's relieved later tonight. I've had my eye on him myself he has a tight little tush." He left a tip on the table, and the three of us made our way through the crowd with various pairs of knowing eyes following us as we left.

We arrived at the hotel in a matter of minutes, having spent the time groping each other. Ian had a more than respectible cock and a nice pair of balls between his legs although he remained soft in his nervousness. He seemed tentative at using his hands on either of us at first, but by the time the cab pulled up to the rotunda driveway at the rear of the hotel where we were staying, he was having a good time already. The cabby was eyeing us in his rearview, and when we got out of his cab, I glanced in and saw he'd been having a good time as well.

The Concierge greeted us as we entered, and Jon asked him to have a bottle of whiskey sent up to the room with a bucket of ice. There was a small fridge bar in the room, but no ice. While we expected Ian to drink his Scotch neat, we, being Yanks preferred it over the rocks. The Concierge said it would be up shortly, and Jon tipped him well, and we got to the lift just as it was opening. A group of Saudis took a moment to empty out of it and as they were, a glance at the Concierge proved what Jon had not imagined. He was watching us hungryly. I pointed this out to Jon, and he excused himself and said he'd be up in a moment, for us to go on. He ambled along with the Saudis toward the Concierge. The Saudis were gathering around the desk like a flock of birds, trying their English, asking for directions to this and that. Jon made eye contact with the harried man, and rolled his eyes up indicating that he was welcome to join us if he wished. I saw the Concierge nod as we steppedo on the lift.

Ian and I were already in the room when Jon arrived. I opened the door to his knock, and as he entered, I gave him a big hug and kiss in thanks for being so open in our relationship. Jon hugged me back, and then walked over to Ian and pulled him up from the chair he'd seated himself in nervously. He hugged Ian as well, and offered to kiss him, but Ian turned his head at the last moment.

"Hetero to the last," Jon said to me over his shoulder. "Kissing is out, reserved for wifey."

"Yes, sorry. I'm not much on kissing blokes." Ian ducked his head an smiled shyly.

"But you like to suck dick right?" Ian blushed agaiin, and nodded. "Well then why don't we get to it. Do you like to strip or shall we do it for you?" He thought about this a moment before asking us to take his clothes off.

We surrounded him, Jon in front, me in his rear. I lifted his jacket off his broad shoulders, and took it to the closet and hung it carefully on a carved wooden hanger the hotel thought was standard issue. Jon had removed his tie by the time I returned with a second hanger. I draped the bright strip of silk over the neck of the hanger, and stood ready as Jon handed me Ian's shirt. The pale blue material was the finest Egyptian cotton. I draped it over my arm awaiting Ian's slacks.

When he was stripped to his boxers, undershirt, and calf high black socks, I hung his clothes in the closet next to his jacket, and returned to the two men where they stood. Ian was sporting a large tent in his boxers, excited by what was about to happen. Jon turned down the bed, and offered Ian the middle. At that moment, there was a tap on the door. When I answered it, the bell boy entered with a tray and a bottle of Glenlivit single malt and a bucket of ice. There was also a sprig of tiny roses in a bud vase. He set the tray on the counter provided for it, and glanced at the three of us. Jon and I were still fully dressed, but Ian was sitting on the bed in his skivies, blushing red as a beet. The bell boy grinned as Jon fished a bill out of hiis wallet for the boy.

"Thank you sir," the boy's grin had grown wider as he accepted the tip. When he was gone, Jon began to undress me, and I him. When we were in our underclothes and our outerwear was hanging in the closet next to Ian's, Jon poured us all a heafty three fingered whiskey, and served them to Ian and I on the bed before joining us with Ian in the middle.

Ian's cock had subsided a little, but it still lay like a large sausage across his hip. I was begining to feel the excitement building, and couldn't wait for the moment when I'd actually get to hold it in my hands, and taste it's tangy flesh. I could see from the outline that he had not been cut. I'd become such a cockhound in my year with Jon, I was almost drooling at the thought of what this man's snake could do to me. We finished our drinks, and Jon asked Ian if he wanted more, or if he was comfortable. He acknowledged that he might feel a little more relaxed with a second. Jon got out of the bed to pour it, and I began to massage Ian's thigh nearest me. I got almost an instant responce from his thick cock. It seemed to turn over in his boxers, and began to lengthen immediately. It swelled in size, and before Jon could return with the Scotch, the head of the snake was pushing out of the elastic band of his shorts. After it emerged, the fleshy cover began ro pull back to reveal a large blood engorged head. His piss slit was enormous, almost three quarters of an inch. The portent of such a large opening was promising.

Jon slipped back into the bed and handed Ian his drink. The big man tossed off the three fingers, and handed the empty glass back to Jon who placed it on the night table. He then, laid his head across Ian's chest, and began to tweak his nipples through the ribbed cloth of his undershirt. The nibs rose to rigid mounds quickly, and Jon lifted the shirt in the front to reveal a thick thatch of reddish blond hair with a substantial trail of it leading down into his boxers. Jon suctioned onto Ian's left tit, and the big man moaned. Jon sucked the mound hard, tonguing it well as he tweaked the right one with his thumb and forefinger. Ian responded with almost a whine.

"My god man what are you doing to me? I've never imagined anything about me tits."

I began to squeeze his now hardened shaft, and pulled the elastic band down in front, and hooked it under his large set of balls. His rampant cock was at least twelve inches, and thick as a salami I'd seen hanging in an Italian deli. "Fuck," I moaned, and leaned over to lick the massive tool I had no hope of actually getting into my mouth. and probably not even my ass. I sat up and asked Ian how he fucked his wife with such a monster. He grinned, and admtted that she didn't go for it very often. That she complained of it hurting her cunt.

"I can well imagine," I said, going back to licking him. "Now I know why you don't stick it through the holes in the public tiolets. They probably aren't big enough to accomodae you."

"That's right mostly." Jon raised up and looked down at the monster we were discussing, and whistled through his teeth.

"Man can you pick ém." He abandoned Ian's chest, and joined me in tonguing the shaft of the massive cock that now was turning purple with blood. "You thinking you want to try this thing up your chute?" I moaned that I would. "Well, we'll have to grease you both up good before so he doesn't do any damage." I agreed. Jon got off the bed and went to the bathroom. He was shortly back with a tube of cream. He told me to raise up so he could prepare the way. He squeezed a massive gob of cream onto my hole, and began working it into me with his fingers. Before long, I could feel he was pulling and stretching my sphincter to get it accustomed to what was to come. It took a while, but in the mean time, I continued to lick and suck around Ian's cock head. I had it glisteniing with my spit by the time Jon thought me ready to try. He squeezed a healthy dollop of the cream onto Ian's cock, and spread it around with his hand. When Ian was slathered with it, Jon raised the big missle to an upright position, holding it by the base, and told me it was probably best if I sat on it. I quickly got into position, and felt the head of the massive dick at my hole. I relaxed as much as possible, and felt him begin to slip in. He groaned as my tight muscles kissed and then hungryly envloped his exposed cock head. Once the head had penetrated my hole, I knew I could take him to the base. It took a while gradually lowering myself an inch at a time, but at some point, he was suddenly comfortable to me, and I sat down completely feeling hiis thatch of pubic hair scratchy on my cheeks. Jon whistled through his teeth again.

"I had my doubts you could take him." He leaned between us, and kissed me with his tongue. Ian placed his big hands on both our shoulders, and squeezed. We broke our kiss, and I looked down at Ian.

"You ready to fuck me man?" He closed his eyes, and humped up into my hole. His huge shaft had nowhere to go. "Sit up Ian, and I'll hold on to your neck, and you and then get off the bed and lay me across it. You'll be in the perfect position to fuck me as hard as you want. He groaned and did as I asked.

Once I was stretched out across the bed, my legs wrapped around his waist, he leaned over me and began to pump me up. The man was a master at fucking. His big shaft was covered with thick veins and ridges that played a wonderful tune on my sensitive hole. His massive flaired cockhead was rubbing my prostate raw with pleasure. He stood vertical but continued to fuck in and out of my hole. Jon slipped between us, and spread his knees on either side of my head, his long cock positioned above my mouth. He swallowed me down and was soon bobbing like a plover on my hardness. I took him in and just sucked. I was in no position to move around much, and he realized it.

Ian was ramming me and moaning like a whore, stuttering that it was the tightest cunt he'd ever had the pleasure. I was so full of cock, I could feel my bladder under pressure. I knew I was about to cum, but couldn't manage to say anything with Jon buried in my throat. My first volly of jizz took Jon by surprise, and he pulled back until he could taste it. As he was suctioning my nuts dry, he began to unload. When I had swallowed all he had to offer, he shrank in my mouth, and pulled off my still hard cock. He rolled out of bed, and poured himself another drink.

Ian was lost in the fuck, and showed no signs of wearing out soon. After he had ploughed me seriously for ten minutes, my cock began to spew cum again. Where I got it from I'll never understand. I felt drained. Jon leaned over and licked up the puddles of white cream. Ian opened his tightly closed eyes and announced he was about to cum as well. When he started, I felt his cock get slicker, and then I felt hot cum pouring out of my hole around his thickness. Apparently he had me so full of dick, his cum was being forced out around himself. He fucked several shots of his love juice into me, and between gasps of pleasure, kept shouting the word "fuck," over and over.

He didn't want to pull out of me, but eventually, the monster began to go soft. When I pushed down with my stomach muscles, it slipped out followed by a gush of cum mxed with my ass juices. Jon's favorite mixture. He was on me in an instant, lapping and sucking until I was clean as a baby after a bath. He then turned his attention to Ian's massive tool hanging long between his legs. He took the soft thing in his throat, and cleaned him as well. Ian was almost woozy from the fuck and the drinks. He swayed on his feet, and finally, when Jon was finished, sat on the edge of the bed again.

"That was fucking great bloke. I've never fucked anything so tight. Even though the missus complains about it hurting, her puss is sloppy wet compared to your arse. How long are you two in London? I could do this again."

Unfortunately, we only had part of another day before leaving. He had to work, so we never saw him again. The Concierge never showed up, even though Jon was certain he had wanted to join us. Ian was our only extra currecular encounter in our relationsship to that point in time. Now, at this party, I had had two different experiences without Jon's knowledge, but then, he was having a few of his own with is friends. I felt a bit lonely, and wanted him to be with me. I got up, and walked out of the bedroom into the main party room.

I had no idea of the time, but here and there I could see men sleeping in each other's arms. The waiters were moving through the still bodies, laying down comforters over the sexually exhausted bodies. I walked around until I found Jon sleeping with Shorty on the mats. They had already been covered with a comforter, so I lifted the edge next to Jon, and slipped under. He moaned in his sleep, and spooned into my body. I pulled his arm over my chest, and kissed his knuckles. He opened his hand and stroked my chest. I felt his lips on my ear.

"Have agood time?" He whispered. I didn't answer, with words, but instead moved my butt against his flacid cock, and felt him push back against me. "Ummm. . ." His soft snore told me he had a great time.

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