"Indian Servant Gives a Hand Job, Part Four" by Jay Roberts Gay Interracial
Will and I stood together watching Nigel undress. Will was well under the influence of the potion and I had to keep my arm around his warm waist so that he would not capsize. I don't thank Will was in his senses to realize that Nigel was also drunk with sex. I sure did. His eyes was half closed and his mouth slack.
Nigel sat on the edge of the bed and moved forward so that his ample lavender colored ball sac hung free. His prick was almost fully erected and it was fast reaching that stage in small jumps. Taking a deep breath to try to regain some composure he ordered, with some throat clearing, that Will and I sink to our knees between his slim, brown hairy legs.
As I urged Will down and I in unison I saw that Nigel's hairiness was even more pronounced on his inner thighs.
Nigel looked down at my brown, long hair and Will's curly red hair and he patted us in a superior way. "Will, you shall be a red Irish Setter and you, sweetie, Charlie, you shall be a King Charles spaniel, your name sake.
Will who accepted his new identity immediately, cooed and rubbed his hair over Nigel's tan hand trying to get more attention. As for me, I was wary. I enjoyed the idea of this boyish sex but I was not anxious to give up my dignity, but that soon evaporated as I found later, I was as enthusiastic as pretty, pouty Will.
In came about soon. Nigel's slim, dark tan prong was now fully stiff and the head was dewing. We could smell the potency of his power. Will swayed toward the source of that odor and his red, full lips were only an inch away from the prick head with its droplets. I continued to resist though my mind was closing down so that only that prick was in its consideration. Then I felt a firm hand grasp the back of my head and push me toward the shaking organ. This move somewhat pushed Will away from his target and he complained like a baby at his toy being with drawn.
I wasted no more time, though. I was entranced and tranced. I stuck out my tongue and licked the head of the Bombay Boy's cock. Oh by all the gods of India, it was delicious and a powerful sex drug. I moaned in surrender.
Nigel was himself slipped in a sex trance and he mumbled, "Will, you shall lick my balls and noble Charlie my shaft. Then you might change places. There is enough for both and even if I spend, I have the ability to spurt three times in a short time."
Needing no more encouragement, Will lowered his curly head and attacked those dangling sac from underneath. Nigel signed loudly with pleasure. I slid my dripping lips over the head, my tongue lathed all and then allowed it to slide over my tongue into the dark, wet interior of my mouth. As my throat constricted as I swallowed, Nigel was subjected to exquisite stimulation and his brown eyes rolls up and he began a fucking motion with his hips. What a song from India he crooned. He was in a distant place, circling the Earth. Wills big pink tongue was doing its magic on the tan boy's nuts. I knew this was more than he could control. With a hoarse cry, he pulled our hair vigorously as he entered his organism.
His voice squeezed out, "Share it boys, I'm about to spill!"
The copious man liquor began to spurt. I got the first volley. It tasted of coconut. I pointed the discharging spear toward Will who presented his large tongue for a portion and drank it in with evident pleasure in his big smile.
At last we rose and helped Nigel up as well. He was shaking with the aftermath of his discharge. When he came mostly back to himself, he could see that his explosion had brought Will and I to a painful level of want. Our picks were stiff and hurting.
Will wailed, "I want to be bummed. I must cum or die!" He quickly lay back on the bed and lifted his big feet and strong white, hairless, muscled legs into the air. "Somebody, fuck me hard!"
Nigel whispered in my ear, "Are you ready for the charge of the fuck brigade?"
Choking, I answered, "Yes," and grabbed Wills legs, who moaned with anticipation. I moved my trunk so the my cock head was aimed right at his pucker guarded hole and thrust my body forward and sunk my weapon to the hilt.
Poor Will reared up in pain and surprise but quickly settled down to a steady purr as I plowed him with a steady rhythm. His plump cock was lying on his belly emitting a steady drip of precum. As I fucked, I took hold of his cock and began shagging it with each thrust. This new action raised his pitch of crooning.
Nigel muttered in my ear, "Let's raise the anti. At the current pitch, neither you nor Will be finally reach your zenith. Let me assist." So saying he slid into my unprotected arse and began a rapid stimulation of my passage. I was now teetering on the edge of cuming and below me Will began to orgasm and that pushed me into rolling down the hill.
Suddenly he almost jack knifed as his orgasm hit him. He began spurting right up to his chin and his vibrating man cunt fluttered around my cock and brought on my cum. Whilst we heaved and cried, Nigel was busy intensifing our passion but flicking our nipples and rubbing our asses.
We had climbed so high in feeling that it took awhile to cum down.
I sat on the bed breathing deeply. Suddenly I felt Will's full lips against mine. He stayed there a moment inviting me to respond. My own lips opened and we tongued each other into anther breathless experience.
Nigel reminded us that we were doing clandestine activities and the sweetest must end. Reluctantly we dressed and each went our own way.
When I returned to my room I found a note from the Duke stating that he would ask that I visit him after supper in his suite.
I didn't realize then that another adventure awaited me.
End Part Four