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% Sexual safety matters. Remember guys, this is fiction. In real life, use protection.
FoR SaLE By OwNEr: CK's STuD MuFFiN PaRTy 10 wriTten by T. Chase McPhee
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Even though Swifty remembered distinctly, 'turning off' the sauna, in the morning it still remained active, though not the caliber of their heated session the day before. Continuing to the jon he figured he would mention it to George. Then, he thought of what a heavenly evening it had been. True, never a night had gone by yet where he and his 'Geoffie' hadn't had a great time in the sack, but with George it seemed to enhance their long evening together. And, he furthered as he stare at the tiles behind the toilet, a distorted portrait of himself appearing, how good it was, waking up between two bears!
"Sleep good?"
It was Geoff, coming to take his turn.
"You know I did. George? He up?"
"And how would you mean that Swif?" Geoff joked as he pointed his watering tool towards the cesspool.
"In our fit of frenzy I didn't know half the time if I was sucking you or George!"
"Really?" Geoff over emphasizes his assessing, "I thought I was 'much' more bigger than George!"
In reality, Swifty thought almost even, maybe Geoff having an inch over George, but surely gives his lover the benefit of the doubt, "Uh yeah. I was about to mention that. I could tell it was you, because it gave my tonsils quite a stabbing."
"Liar!" Geoff said as he squeezed out the last of the trickles.
And to boot, "Okay, so it was even. You're both the same size cock. Happy?"
Being truthful Geoff corners his lover as he replies, "I knew whose 'ass' I was fucking!"
Before they could get too involved, George shows up, scratching his head with one hand, the other freshening up his loins. "Speaking of fucking, man Geoff... did you have to pound me so hard?"
As he passes by the two on the way to the toilet, Geoff replies, "What'd'ya expect George, when you're so fuckin' tight?" Then, a quick flashing back to his lover, "Oops!"
Seeing Geoff 'in the dog-house', snagged by his comment, George helps him out of his predicament, "Oh man Swifty, you were really good... the way you softly slipped yourself inside me. Oh man, the way you pulled yourself out and then suddenly rushed back in... you give a good fuck!"
"I do have one complaint to register with you George?"
Both Geoff and George pay attention, George returning, "Oh? And how would that go?"
"When Geoff and me were making out and you were alternating sucking Geoff, then me?"
"Uh yeah," George scratches his head, "I guess I vaguely remember." He finishes draining his cock, giving it a few shakes.
"You gave Geoff more attention, which seems to make me think you like Geoff's cock better than mine!"
As Swifty turns, heads out the door, George says to Geoff, "Sensitive, isn't he?"
"He was last night!" Geoff jokes, but then changing attitude, "Why don't you get in there and make it up to him George?"
"Really? After last night do you think he can take it?"
Geoff, his hand in motion between his legs, says, "If I can, he can!"
George followed Swifty into bed, Geoff on his tail.
The phone rings, Geoff throwing his hands together in a prayer motif as he complains, "Oh Lord, not now!"
But to his dismay, Geoff was being called to handle something important, a breach in security, him ending his call his mouth into the receiver, "Can't you handle it Vince?"
Turning to the bed, there lay Swifty and George, Swifty saying, "Duty calls?"
"Damn that security manual!" And then to his lover, "I guess we'll have to put this off till later."
It was Saturday. George didn't work on Saturdays as a rule, except for the occasional emergency. Like he didn't work nights, but last night it was an emergency, probably one of the best emergencies he's ever had! But with Geoff leaving and knowing their little tryst regarding three men in a bed, he says, "I guess I should be going."
Swifty, lying there with his hands behind his head says, "What's your hurry George? Besides, the sauna stayed on all night, even though I remember turning it off?"
Knowing how Swifty was a little bored yesterday, Geoff thought it good he have a playmate to hang out with while he ran around detaining bad boys, so relented to, "Oh yeah. You can't possibly think about leaving George. I mean, what if the pressure builds up and we go 'ka-bloo-hy'!" He gestures, throwing both hands up.
"But I was supposed to get with my brother and go fishing today?" George replies, as if asking for permission.
Swifty, knowing where Geoff was going with his dialogue, says, "But I thought you promised Geoff you were going to make up for that lousy blowjob you gave me last night?"
George turns his head and looks back at the bed, saying, "You heard that?"
Geoff replies, "He's got big ears."
"And big," George smiles, letting thoughts of seeing Swifty's hot cock nestled on the bed of pubic hair, the two golf balls falling to each side, those thoughts meandering through his mind.
"Besides," Geoff says, as George turns attention forwards, capturing Geoff standing inches from him, "after a tough job keeping the boys in line all day, it would be damn hot coming home to two guys pampering me?"
George looked down upon feeling Geoff's cock touch his, returning his focus on Geoff's smiling face. "I'm sure going to miss you two when you head back to the city."
Then, suddenly Swifty was there, the three standing together as he says to George, "You can come visit?"
George, acting reluctant, says, "I'd invite you out to my place, but I'm sort of not out."
"Not a problem with us George," Geoff says, rubbing a hand up and down George's fuzzy forearm.
Swifty even extends a welcome, "New York's even a nice place to spend vacation time!"
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They had to sleep in separate beds, but being he fell awake before Kyle, Alex gently made his way into his lover's bed, taking great strides not to disturb sleep or the bum shoulder. Lying with an elbow puncturing the pillow, his head rested on his palm. Comfortable, he lay on his side, Alex's free hand deciding to play with Kyle's front. Wetting a fingertip, Alex put it on Kyle's right nip, the closest one. He giggled, seeing the small strand of saliva sticking, until it trickled out. Taking some more he made the pink nip slimy-coated.
"Having fun?"
"Oh! You're awake!"
"Yeah and I wonder why?" Kyle directs at Alex, a happy smirk lingering.
Off in a totally direction, "You know what?"
"You miss fucking me last night?" Kyle replies.
"Yeah, that too, but..." as Alex's finger reconnects with the nip-play, "did you always have these freckles on your chest?"
Smiling, Kyle summises, "Well, I suppose since you've but once have teased my cock with your lips, you haven't been in 'the position' to take notice?"
Pushing up on his side, Alex suggests, "Hmm-then. Maybe I should do a bit of studying?"
The first time Alex sought to pleasure his lover from between his legs, Kyle tried diswaying him from the pleasing mouth-to-cock action, on the grounds it was 'his job', but upon having 'it' done to him, liking it, seeing Alex taking a liking to tongue-teasing his cock and balls, he didn't mumble a word. Getting comfy after awakening, he unconsciously went to place both hands behind his head, enunciating, "Owch!"
"Careful," Alex warns, placing a hand on the sore shoulder.
"I know," Kyle replies, regarding the condition of his arm and joking, "bad enough you've had to put off plugging my hole... wouldn't want to jeopardize the rest of our life together!"
He laughed out loud.
Alex smiled. He knows they've talked about this, 'gone there' in more than thought, but up until now, giving in to pleasure his lover with a blow job, Alex has shunned the idea of Kyle doing anything to his hole. "It would be so easy too."
"What?" Kyle replies in all sincerity, question obviously on his mind.
He was already in position to further his attempts of making Kyle's hard shaft his tasty treat, Alex discovering after the first time he's given a blowjob, the second wasn't as reluctant an attitude. Yet, his lover put another idea in his brain, Alex suddenly realizing, maybe since getting some pleasure for himself, his tongue savoring his first cock, it's quite possible he might actually like his 'first fuck'! "You really want me to?" He put it to Kyle, as he sat there on his knees.
"Alex, stop with the riddles and like spell it out in plain English would ya?"
Bending over once more, Alex first looked like he was zeroing in on Kyle's cock.
Resettling into a comfy position, Kyle thinks, "For a minute there, I thought you changed your mind," about tonguing him over.
Still the smile, perhaps Alex trying to communicate otherwise, he skips over the hard shaft, lowering himself, the tip of Kyle's fleshy dildo hitting Alex in the Adam's apple.
"What tha?" Kyle asks, wondering where Alex is going with, instead of gulping him up. But then he mellows out, thinking of some other oral workover when Alex sticks out his tongue, wetting down his teen treasure trail, in the opposite direction.
Not only the blowjob, it being Alex's second, it was a first for him, stabbing Kyle's deep bellyhole.
"Oooh, now that's interesting," Kyle said, his attention keenly affixed to where Alex's tongue was leading on his imagination.
Then, out of the innie Alex traveled, his tongue still skin-engaged, zipping up his blond lover's abs.
Getting wise to Alex doing something entirely different, Kyle questions, "What're you doing, Alex?"
"You'll see," he replies. And as if Kyle's prompting was a signal, Alex slides his knees up above Kyle's quads, resting encasing Kyle's torso in between.
"Alex?" Kyle again adds more focus to his inquiring mind, when he feels Alex's ass-hair touch the side of his flopped-over cock.
Alex exclaims, "It's not gonna work that way!" He furthers his actions, reaching behind himself with one hand, making the necessary adjustments, standing Kyle's drilling tool up straight.
"I didn't mean you had to, Alex?" Kyle replies.
"I know. But I kind of liked my first... and my second blowjob... well I almost got into the 'second' and who knows? Maybe I'll like it!"
A bit squeamish over the idea, of Kyle's first time at fucking, he says, "But I might not like it!"
"Oh," Alex says, a drop in his attitude, same time allowing Kyle's cock to keel over.
Sensing a feeling of disappointment, whether it was or not, Kyle says, "But then again it would be a first for both of us and maybe we would both like it!"
Then Alex confronts his lover, "You 'did' like the blowjob I gave you, didn't you?"
"Hell yeah!" Kyle says without putting on airs, his true feelings showing.
"Then, should I go ahead?" His hand resteadies Kyle's still hard shaft.
"Sure," Kyle replies, adding a smile.
The stare, the two smiling at each other made both feel bubbly with excitement, the two laughing at how silly to question the half of the partnership, normally fucking the other half, now thinking about taking the cock of his lover up his ass and vice versa, Kyle in anticipation as Alex both lowers his ass and points his wand, readying to do magic deep inside.
"Um, do you think it'll go in okay dry, Alex?"
Suddenly Alex stopped lowering his ass as he retorts, "Oh, you think?"
"I dunno," Kyle says. "I mean, I always make sure your cock is good and wet?"
He laughs, says, "Whatever you think!" Bringing his supporting hand back, he spits in both hands, rubs them together. "I guess that's good," then proceeds to put his hand back under his ass, sliming up Kyle's cock. "Here goes," he warns before his jack-knifed ass and legs proceed with the act of lowering ass to cock.
Initial reaction, each replies with their own set of ooh's and ah's, like fingers touching a hot iron, tip of cock touching ass, backing out, then going in deeper, till it passed Alex's layer of hair.
"Feels funny," Kyle says.
Being stoopid, Alex replies, "Want me to shave?"
"Just get on with it, Alex!" Kyle says, his good hand pressing against Alex's hairy chest.
"Oh! Oh! Oh!" Alex utters in anticipation.
Then, straight-faced the two stare at each other, Kyle the first to giggle and say, "You missed!"
"I know! Hey, it's not like I'm on my knees knocking at your ass-door, y'know!"
Even though Alex had, hundreds of times, run his fingers over his own asshole while showering, it seemed strange, with the act they were trying to accomplish, to be feeling for the place where the tip of Kyle's cock should be inserted.
Too, seeing Alex bend backwards, both hands in the works at trying to find the exact place of trajectory, Alex moves his chest so robustly forwards. Daring to extend his sore arm, both arms reach forwards, fingers targeting his lover's chest.
"Oh-fuck-don't-do-that!" Alex warns, same time laughing, when Kyle tweaks his hairy nips.
"You don't like it," then a delayed, "Owch," Kyle's arm aching.
"See, you went and hurt yourself... o-o-h!" Yeah, Kyle hurt his arm, but it was Alex's first experience of something more than a finger toying with his anal opening.
"You're almost in!" Kyle replies to feeling his ass tip making contact with something wet and warm. He also wasn't totally without want, seeing Alex's engourged cock grow right before him like a moon rock kit. It's then he has an insatiable desire for selfishness, exclaiming, "Alex, I want you so bad!"
"I'm trying... I'm trying," he says, trying to pin his ass against the tip of Kyle's shaft.
"No, Alex... I don't want your ass... I want your sweet sausage!"
Alex, startled, replies, "Huh?"
With insight, Kyle says, "You're taking a long time sitting on me Alex."
"Yeah I know. I'm sorry if I'm ruining your hot fuck," Alex replies with sincere emotion, a tinge of reluctance showing.
"It's no good."
"What's not good?" Alex replies, just knowing 'what' is 'not good', because he's begun to sit up, his ass farther away from the penetrating target.
"Y'know, if you slowly inch your knees up to my armpits, I bet my tongue can reach?"
Mentally, the two communicated, their pupils engaged in silent speech, till Alex breaks silence as he tries Kyle's idea, "I just got to watch it that I don't pounce on your abs."
Smiling, Kyle reacts, "Yeah. Save your pouncing for my throat!"
And it seemed more successful than Alex getting it in the bum, his slow walking on his knees, a few groans from his lover.
On Kyle's behalf, he took it in stride, the bit of discomfort, holding out for the reason behind his pain, licking his lips for a treat which he has been missing for the past two weeks. When Alex stopped dragging his balls up Kyle's bod, he said, "Oh man this is going to taste so fuckin' good!"
Alex laughed it off, saying, "You're pathetic!"
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"Y'know I think it's nice how the three of us got along last night, George?"
Without Geoff in bed, Swifty and George took it easy, cuddling and trading off kisses. However, due to last night's threeway orgy, their reservoirs seemingly needing rejuvenating. Too the mood of Geoff missing seemed to play a part in their reluctance for any heavy oral sex.
"I know," George replies, his palm on Swifty's pec, feeling up the hard nub, "first time I ever did anything like this too."
"So, what has it been up until now, George, meeting a trick off the internet now and then?"
George lying back, a smile creasing the electrician's lips, Swifty senses 'opening a can of worms'.
"What?"
"Well," George replies, "it's not that I haven't tried finding sex on the internet, but I've found better luck with the occasional... I'm not sure how to put this... you know, when you're looking at a guy and you get that special kind of feeling, eyes locking, then the smile... it's like you make a connection without saying anything?"
Knowing it, well-versed in the meaning of the word, Swifty says, "They call it 'gaydar'!"
"Huh?"
"Radar? Gaydar?"
"Oh, I get it. Me an electrician, you would think I would?" George replies to his own stoopidity.
Getting fair wind of something more meaningful on the tip of George's tongue, Swifty asks, "So, what about your 'gaydar', George?"
Smiling like he was embarrassed to tell, George finally relents, "Well there's been the occasional customer or the fellow at the supply store where I get my electrical supplies. Then one day, I happened to go into my supplier and I find out he's retired from the business, his grandson taking over."
He knew where this was going, but Swifty's cock was demanding all the fine details, "Oh?"
"I was on line at the store, waiting my turn and for whatever strange reason, I couldn't keep my eyes off of him."
"That's how gaydar works!"
"You think that's what it is?" George questions.
"Could be. What else happened?"
"It was near quitting time. There was one fellow behind me, so I let him go ahead." George giggles, "I don't know what it was, but for whatever reason," though he knew now, "I wanted to have this kid all alone to talk to."
"Only to talk to George?"
George tries explaining his way out, "Hey, I'm a thirty-four year old man. This is a nineteen year old kid we're talking about?"
"So?" Swifty says. "Nothing wrong with an intergenerational relationship?"
"Oh we didn't even go there," George reads deep into what Swifty says, thinking of something of a permanent, coupled hook up. "No, I I was just looking to chat it up with him, but I think he had other things on his mind."
"The business?"
"Um, no," George said, his face flush.
Stirring up more interest, Swifty says, "Oh?"
"Right away, after the last customer was served, he saw him out and locked the door. I mean, I was still there and Eduardo hadn't even waited on me yet."
"Eduardo, is it?" Swifty tried furthering his inquiring mind.
"Cardinale... like me, a 'mutt'," George replies.
Even though he had an interest in family, Swifty was more interested in details of another nature, steering George onwards, "Interesting. So, what happened after he locked the door? He drop to his knees and give you a blowjob?"
It took some time, Swifty getting the whole story out of George, which left him in only a semi-aroused state, when the tale told of them talking for a short time, leading to dinner out, then the two having to check into a room at one of the local motels, each without a place of privacy.
"And since then we've been meeting occasionally at the same motel." And in jest, "The owner is so used to seeing us there almost nightly, he's given us a discount!"
"Oh?" Swifty says, reading into it too closely. "And what kind of 'currency' does he require?"
Smiling, getting Swifty's drift, George replies, "Whatever he can get out of his partner?"
"Oh. There's a partner?"
George explains, "Yeah and he gives us the room dirt cheap because he knows how expensive it can get when two guys don't have a place to meet and have to take out a room in exchange for privacy."
"Sounds like a nice guy."
"Yeah," George says, a hand strumming up Swifty's stomach, the back of hand rubbing against fur, "kind of reminds me of you and Geoff."
Not getting much more out of George, Swifty makes his move, saying, "So, how about a shower, then we head out for some breakfast, then maybe hang out at the pool and take in the scenery?"
"Sounds great, but do you mind if I make a quick call to Eduardo?"
It just dawns on Swifty, "Hey, he wouldn't mind that you've been doing stuff with Geoff and me?"
"It's okay. We've talked about it. It's not like we're like you and Geoff, a couple."
He didn't mean to listen in, but there was only one landline phone in the place, him overhearing George talking with Eduardo. After Swifty hears George tell about coming to fix the thermostat in the hot tub, an edited version of his night-stay and of his plans for today, Swifty yells across the room, "Invite him over for a swim!"
Looking at Swifty, but talking with Eduardo, George says into the phone, "Swifty wants to know if you want to come over for a swim." And then abruptly hanging up, George tells him, "Eduardo is on his way."
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"So, are we going to be hanging out together today?" Michael asks, the two still in front of the fireplace, it's embers burnt out a long time ago.
"I wish," Phillip replies, "but I've got to do some more photo shoots today. The 'Stud Muffin Party' isn't all about fun and play. A guy's got to do some work too!"
"Oh," Michael says, a let down in his voice.
"But there's no reason why you can't tag around with me today?"
"Sure," Michael replies.
So, up off of the 'real' bear rug the two jump, the two grabbing up their speedos. Seeing Michael step back into his, Phillip asks, "You're kidding?"
"What?" Michael questions him, one leg in, the other ready to step in. Knowing what Phillip means, he says, "They got washed out in the pool last night?"
And seeing how both of their speedos sat by the fireplace all through the night, dry as a bone, Phillip gestures Michael being right, snatching up his own and stepping into it. Short-lived was their attire clinging to their torsos, Michael making the realization his own pubes were all gooied-up last night, hence this a.m., it had turned to paste, requiring some cleanup!
Sharing a suite, with other models at CK's Stud Muffin Party, Michael had quite a short attention span, eyeing up one stud, followed by another, then another, as each model took on their own means of readying themselves for another day. He mentions to Phillip, as he provides Michael with a towel, I think when I grow up I'm going to be model too!"
"I think you're grown up," Phillip says, thinking of Michael's age, but also his eye contact with Michael's pubes. "All you have to do now is be a model!"
He knew there was more too it than looking good. Beginning with posture, Michael puts a palm to his torso, then sashays towards the shared jon. "How do I look?"
"A little more hip action," Phillip jokes.
Going with it, Michael does more of what would constitute as being a slow version of the hula.
"Hmm-m, nice," a blond model steps, enroute to the bedroom, from out of the shower facility. Right behind him, another blond walks, taking one of Michael's hands, asking, "Let's dance man!"
"Hey!" Michael says, looking from one to the other, "You're twins!"
Sure enough, David and Darryl Chiles had snaggaed another guy's attention with their exact look-a-like features, the blond hair, blue eyes, perfectly smooth bods.
Darryl comments, "You're a good dancer!"
"Am I?" Michael replies, still engaged in some kind of jerk dancing.
Off to the side, while Darryl is busy dancing, David asks Phillip, "Hey, how about we get together after Cayman's through 'using us'?"
It was said in a manner in which it constituted joking, Phillip replying to him, "Are you kidding? Didn't you see Cayman with his new boytoy?"
"No. Who?" David got on the defensive side.
Patting David on the shoulder, Phillip tells, "Looks like your days are over, David-ole-man. Cayman's taken up with the poolboy from one of his guest houses. You know, one of the ones where you have to be real tight with Cayman in order to warrant living in 'real' luxury?"
Michael was half-listening in, drawing his time between Darryl hitting on him and Phillip's conversation with Darryl's bro. Hearing the reference, he figured the guest house to be that of his friends, saying, "Oh yeah. You mean my friends, Alex and Kyle?"
"The tall dark one," Phillip asks, "is that Kyle?"
"Nope!" Michael replies. "That's my friend Alex."
Suddenly, knowing Cayman's guest house occupants, seemed to launch Michael into instant stardom, Darryl asking, "How do know these dudes?"
"My boyfriend and me live in New York City with Alex and Kyle."
By force of habit, it slipped out, Michael not even catching himself, but Phillip seeing error, says, "Former boyfriend?"
Getting it, Darryl asks, "Oh, so you and Michael, you're getting it on now Phil?"
"We're friends," Phillip replies, which agrees with Michael.
Darryl tells his twin, "Sorry bro."
The news didn't seem to set with David, him quickly bowing out, "Um, I.. I have to like get moving. I'm up for an early shoot this morning. I better get ready."
All the frivolty seemed to drain out of Phillip, him watching as David walks away.
"Something wrong Phillip?" Michael asks, sensing a let down because of David's humorless exit.
"Damn, I should learn to keep my mouth shut!" Darryl replies.
Phillip turns to him and says, "Yeah Darryl, you really should!"
Michael wasn't stoopid, asking, "What's going on here Phillip?"
Suddenly Darryl has the need to depart as well, making excuse, "Um, they can't do the photo shoot without the other half of the twins!"
His shoulders slumping, Phillip complains, "This really sucks!"
Getting some bad vibes, Michael asks, "Want to talk about it over a shower?"
"Yeah. Okay," Phillip replies, the two walking into the adjoining room, steamy from past occupancy.
As they head inside, two more sleek models, waists wrapped in towels, parade by, Kyp asking Phillip, "Hey, you and David clubbing with us tonight?"
Sarcastically, Phillip replies with annoyance, "No, David and I are 'not' clubbing tonight with anybody!"
Kyp's companion, Gino Graziano, asks, "What happened to you and David?" But then noticing Michael accompanying him to the shower, having gone on ahead, but maybe still within earshot, "Uh never mind."
Indeed, Michael was in earshot even though the water he was adjusting made a hissing sound. By now he had gotten the gist of his involvement with David, to a certain extent. So, when Phillip leaves the two model-hunks, he's confronted with, "You and David have something going?"
Already the two had shown signs of sweating, their bods gleaming with droplets of heated water. Phillip planes back his wet head and divulges, "Look, we had something going back in the city and when we came out here we thought it could continue, but it didn't."
"Because you found me?" Michael asks as the lower half of his bod stands in the shower.
Asorbing the water of the shower jet next to him, Phillip replies, "No, not at all. Our break up happened hours before I met you on the tennis court."
"What did you get broken up over, unless I'm being too nosy?"
"It's a long story," Phillip whines.
Michael shrugs his shoulders and with light-heartedness, responds, "We can take long showers?"
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"Am I doing okay? I'm not hurting you am I?" Alex asked for like the fiftieth time.
First and second time, Kyle popped off responded favorably. Now he gave the thumbs up with his 'good' hand, because of his 'starving' condition.
"I think I'm getting close," Alex says.
Now this was reason for Kyle to vomit, with quick release of Alex's fuck-tool, saying, "Cool! Hurry up and fuck me, Alex!"
"How is everything going this morning?" No knock, no other warning, just appearing without even as much as a cough-to-attention, there stands Nalin.
So excited about his progress, especially since Kyle owed it all to his therapist's careful instruction and guidance, Kyle replies, "My arm feels great! I just gave Alex a blowjob and nothing hurt me!" And if that wasn't enough praise, "And now he's going to fuck me." And, as if asking approval from Nalin, "See what happens, right?"
Having stood on the bed, Nalin couldn't help but spot Alex's hand on his cock, keeping it firmed up. "Maybe I should standby and make sure everything goes right?"
Apparently Nalin had taken a morning swim, the reason the twenty-six year old physical therapist was in his speedo. Dumbfounded, neither Kyle, nor Alex knew what to say, but Nalin did and in his usual, forward manner, tells them, "I think it would be good if I was here in case Kyle should happen to feel uncomfortable." If that wasn't enough, the Indian guru states, "Here, let me assist you Alex. It would be my pleasure!"
Neither of the two said much, things progressing so quickly, Nalin stepping onto the bed, his feet on either side of Kyle's head, toes pointed towards Alex. Reaching over, the firm mattress held tight as he says, "Here, give me your ankles, Kyle."
Alex, wondering what was going down, asks, "Is this in the therapy textbooks, Nalin?"
"Yes. The one I write!"
"You authored a textbook, Nalin?" Kyle asks as he tilts his head back to address him.
Knowing Nalin was pulling their chain, Alex had to giggle at Kyle being sincere. He added an extra smile, noticing Kyle's attention overhead, stagnant, checking out the big bulge of Nalin's speedo. Yet, in all sincerity, Alex was thinking of himself too, with the possibility of losing some momentum if he didn't address the hardness of his stalk. With Kyle's legs in the air, he dropped to his knees, winding his arms around Kyle's quads, same thing he's done nightly, and sometimes during the daytime, for the past year almost.
"I'll take it from here," Alex told Nalin, gaining control of Kyle's legs.
"Oh. Then maybe I go." He stepped down off the bed.
As Nalin lit off the bed, Kyle's eyes followed his prize possession and maybe because he thought he owed Nalin something for the care he's received in his recovery, or it could have been his mouth watering for whatever was controlled by the stretching fabric of Nalin's speedo, he says, "You don't have to go!" Realising what he's said, Kyle looks to Alex.
His cock already to take the plunge, Alex says, "I've got what I want. What do you want?"
"You know what I want Alex!" Kyle replies.
Smiling, Alex glances to Nalin's fat speedo and back, asking, "But what 'else' do you want?"
"I want you to fuck me Alex. That's what I want!"
And hearing it said someplace, perhaps a British talkshow, Alex responds, "Rubbish!" Then, with a dominant attitude, "Nalin, would you terribly mind if Kyle gave you a blowjob?"
"Alex!" Kyle scolds.
In retort to his lover, "After all Nalin has done for you, honey?"
It was like Alex pleading, but Kyle really wanting and instead of putting his 'honey' on the spot, made it sound like they were doing Nalin a favor, Kyle reacting, "Well sure. I think what Alex means," Kyle once again turns his attention towards Nalin, eyes on the big bulge, "is since I'm probably all done with your services, maybe it would be okay to give you a tip?"
"You two are very funny," Nalin replies, "but I leave you to your privacy!"
Kyle whimpered in dissapointment.
Alex, wanting to so bad feel himself inside his lover, the scene putting him off from doing so, orders, "No! We insist Nalin. Just drop your draws and I don't give a damn how you do it, but feed Kyle before you make him cry?"
"I'm not going to cry Alex!" Kyle said, like a little kid in objection. His attention was quickly weaned away from Alex, after Nalin placed the elastic below his balls, anchoring his speedo. "Oh man you look good, Nalin!"
"So you 'do' want me?"
Alex says, a hand starting to feed himself into Kyle's ass, "He wants you. So plug his mouth so we can both shut him up and have some peace and quiet?"
Nalin's giggling made Alex smile, but the real pleasure was to come as Kyle's ass took over the need to hold his hard shaft with his own hand.
"Open wide!" Nalin joked with Kyle.
But Kyle was thinking already, 'OMG!' From above it looked 'big', but depantsed and a half inch from his mouth it looked like a monster!
In the transition between standing next to the bed and saddling Kyle's chest, the speedo came off as if Nalin was a magician. He teased Kyle, from the look on his face, "If you don't want, I go outside and offer it up to another boy?"
"No. I mean I want it, but it's like... so-o big!"
But Nalin helped, drawing himself closer to Kyle, lifting the back of the blonde's head to accomodate the reach, cushioning his half-crunch in order fit himself into Kyle's oral cavity. Too, he was conscious of not hurting Kyle's sensitive shoulder and ribs. But all seemed to work in conjunction and soon Kyle was sucking up Nalins tool.
As for Alex, he was in heaven. He could only guess how much enjoyment his lover was getting, with Nalin's back in his way. And as he peered upon Nalin's perfectly sculpted back, a sudden, 'perverted' thought entered his mind. Suddenly Alex 'wanted it', what he thought and as he leaned forwards, more of his cock surged inside. Then one thought dwell on the other, more of him inside as his bod lurched forwards. Finally, close enough, he leaned in, his head going between Kyle's thighs. Like he imagined, he stuck his tongue out and licked Nalin's back.
"Oh-h-h-h that feel nice." And turning his head around, addressing Alex, "More?"
By now, Alex's knees were to the sides of Kyle's ass and the more he stretched, the more he seemed to fit in. And, the thought of happiness running through his mind, he pursued his walking on his knees. Arms too close for comfort, he needed more leverage. A natural reaction, it seemed, he reached in between Nalin's arms and ribs and grabbed hold of his pecs.
Nalin and Alex seemed to echo the same feelings of pleasure.
Alex makes a long sigh, "Oh-h-h-h-h," his hands taking on the pleasure of feeling up gobs of chest hair, his palms sensing some hefty nubs.
Same time, Nalin informs Alex, "Oh yeah... You can get rough on me, too!"
Of course, himself deep inside Kyle, his hands giving him the momentum to draw himself in, he didn't hear much what Nalin was saying, so Nalin takes it upon himself to loosen up Alex's hands. He repositions Alex's hands so his fingers are wading through his chest hair, searching for the rigid pec-meat. "Ah-h-h-h-h oh yes! You work me Alex... you work me good!"
And as Alex began drawing back, then pumping Kyle's ass, his hands had the uncanny urge to pulverize Nalin's nips.
In return, the sensation of pain mixing with pleasure, like an electric jolt, zipped down to Nalin's balls and drove him crazy with desire to pump in and out of Kyle's mouth.
Too, Kyle wanted more of the action, so his left arm, the good one, took Nalin's right hand in his and directed the Indian to doing some Yoga move, placing his hand behind his back.
Working his hand in between himself and Alex's compression, Nalin surprised Kyle, reaching both hands behind his back.
In unison, each helping the other reach the supreme goal, the bed began swaying in conjunction with the threeway ministrations.
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Copyright 2010 T. Chase McPhee
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The more you stretch, the more you can fit in... 'spread' happiness! TCMcP.....