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Man in the Mirror Chapter 5
There were five hoodlums in all that confronted us. I looked at Royce but didn't speak. I didn't have to; even in our poorly lit surroundings, I could see the terror in his eyes.
I spoke trying not to sound too scared, "Look, guy, here take my wallet", I pulled it out of my back pocket and held it out; Royce did the same with his. "Just take the wallets and let us go," I pleaded.
"Shut the fuck up faggot", he said while grabbing for our wallets and throwing them to one of his buddies. He pulled something out of his pocket. I heard it snap and click. In the dim light, I could see the shinny blade of the switchblade knife. My God, was he going to kill us? My heart was beating faster, how do I get us out of this, why are they doing this to us. Who are these guys? Where did they come from? All these questions were running through my mind at a rapid speed. "My poor Royce, I just found him don't let anything happen to him God Please", I prayed to myself.
"I know you, don't I?" the man with the switchblade said, "You ain't so big now, faggot boy. This is a very interesting and very unexpected." his cronies laughed in agreement with their obvious leader.
"That voice," I said to myself, "I know that voice," but in the darkened shadows, I couldn't see his face.
"You held my life in your hands once and you fucked it up, now I have your life in my hands", he said, pointing the large knife straight at me.
"When we was hiding out from the cops down here, I had no idea I would bump into you Timpson, you fucked up my life, faggot boy".
"What's he talking about Eric?" Royce whispered to me.
"I don't know, at least I don't think so", I whispered back.
"I told you faggots to shut the fuck up!"
"Ok, ok, there's no need for violence, I will give you what ever you want, just let us go". I said, trying not to piss him off further. He was pacing back and forth now, waving the knife around in circles and, as he spoke, he would point the blade right at my groin.
"I told you to shut the fuck up, faggot." He said again, getting more and more agitated as he spoke. "How would you like it if I cut your balls off, then your dick and stuffed them down your boyfriend's throat?"
I heard Royce gasp, "Oh god Eric".
"You don't know who I am yet, do you faggot boy?" the mad man said.
Damn, it dawned on me just then who he was. It's that voice that unmistakable gritty voice.
"Yes I know who you are Carl," I said trying unsuccessfully to be calm. Carl Franklin I believe, I fired you a few weeks ago because you were caught with your hand in petty cash. I guess I should have called the police as well."
"Do you know how you fucked up my life? Do you have any idea, faggot boy?"
By now, he was ranting and waving his hands around, the knife getting closer and closer to my body.
"I lost my house and my wife, that fucking bitch ran off on me", he screamed, "I lost everything!"
"You lost everything because you fucked up your own life, Carl", I said, regretting it immediately. I should have kept my mouth shut.
He put his dirty unshaven face close to mine. I could smell the stench coming from his mouth and I could feel the sharp edge of the switchblade press at my throat. My heart stopped as well as my breathing. I thought I was going to get sick to my stomach.
"Remember this face faggot boy," he said, his face less than an inch from mine, "cause its going to be the last face you are going to see".
"No!" Royce yelled as he lunged toward Carl, but his cohorts grabbed him and held him back before he could reach Carl.
"Kill the son-of-a-bitch," Carl screamed with spit flying from his mouth and snot running from his nose, "cut off his balls, I want them for a souvenir!".
Then I heard a noise, the noise of a motorcycle getting closer and closer. The sound distracted Carl and his gang as they looked around to see where it was coming from. Then out of the shadows, a man dressed all in black on a black motorcycle came roaring right through the middle of us, separating Royce and I from the five hoodlums. Like a Black Knight on his trustee Black steed, he spun his motorcycle around spinning his wheels on the pavement, the smoke from the burning rubber forced Royce and I up against the wall and the hoodlums to scatter. When the smoke cleared, the rider and his bike stood between the confused thugs and us. The motorcyclist got off his steed and stood there with his back to us, gesturing for Royce and me to move back. He slowly removed his black helmet, his long black hair falling to his shoulders. He gently placed his helmet on the seat of his bike. The thugs were starting to regroup.
By instinct, I stepped in front of Royce to protect him. I knew something was going to happen and it wasn't very good. Royce pushed his way back next to me.
"Hey fuck head, what the hell do you think you're doing", said Carl to the mystery biker, while waving the switchblade back and forth.
"Just protecting my friends", the faceless rider said, "Why don't you boys get on out of here before you get yourselves hurt".
Four of the thugs laughed, but Carl was not amused. "What are you a fucking faggot boy, too", he said mockingly.
"Yeah, I guess I am, so what of it", the Knight in Black said sternly yet very calm.
"Then die with the rest of your faggot friends" Carl said, as he jumped forward toward our Knight, knife in hand. What happened next was so fast, I am not sure of all the details. Although, I knew we were going to end up in a pool of blood with our life force drained from us.
When the knife came toward us, I swung around in front of Royce pushing him into the corner of a dark, damp wall, letting my body act as a shield. All I heard behind us was the sounds of men yelling with the sound of something solid hitting bare flesh, and the undenying crack of breaking bones. All this happened in what seemed like a few seconds, and then there was silence. I clutched Royce afraid to let go for fear of what may be behind us.
Footsteps, I heard footsteps coming toward us. I knew our Knight in Black would be lying dead on the pavement behind us. The footsteps came closer and closer.
"Sounds like only one person", Royce whisper, "We can take him."
I agreed.
Just then a hand touched my shoulder, I swung around, my body tensed up, with my fist clinched, I aimed for the face of my would-be attacker. Like a panther, he moved aside and my fist missed its target.
"Mr. Timpson, please, everything is ok, they can't harm you now". It was our Knight in Black who said this.
"How could this be? He was outnumbered five to one," I said to myself.
What I saw behind him was hard to believe. All five hoodlums were laying on the pavement, all were bleeding from the head and mouth, the nose of three of them including Carl, was smashed flat into there faces, blood pouring profusely from their open wounds. The other two were lying on the ground; their arms were hideously twisted behind them, obviously broken. Blood was pouring from the heads of their nearly lifeless bodies.
"The police are on their way", our knight said, "I saw what was about to happen from the Valet shack where I was doing my homework, but I knew they would not be here on time".
Just then our Knight walked into the light, "You! You're the Valet who opened my door when we arrived", Royce exclaimed.
Yes indeed, it was the new valet that Royce and I were obsessing over earlier.
"How did you do this, are you all right?" I questioned "We owe you our lives a..a..., God I don't even know your name", I said so excited to just be alive.
"Philippe, Philippe Aguilera, my friends call me Flip", he said, then continued, "Tae Kwon Doe black belt, this is the first time I ever used it on real people, other than competition". He looked proud of himself, as well he should.
"Well, we're sure glad you chose us to be your first", I said, "I'm still shaking".
"I am too", said Royce. We put our arms around each other. "We could have died tonight Eric", he whispered.
"Yes I know babe, but we are alive, thanks to Flip here. And what were you trying to do there, come to my rescue?" I said to Royce referring to his lunge toward our assailant.
"I couldn't let them hurt you, Eric, I would rather die".
"Thank you babe", I said holding him my arms.
Still holding onto Royce I turned to Flip and said, "Thank you so much my friend, how could we ever repay you".
"No need", Flip said, "I am just glad I stuck around here and was able to help".
"Me too", Royce said, "I don't know what..... At that moment, the elevator doors opened. Marcus the security guard and four police officers came running out in full armor with guns drawn. Six squad cars came roaring down the parking lot to our position. One of the policemen from the elevator grabbed Flip and threw him to the floor holding the gun to his head.
"On the ground scumbag and don't move", yelled the overzealous officer.
"Hey", I shouted to the cop, "he isn't the one you want, this guy saved our lives, let him up, the ones you want are laying over there on the floor".
The police officer looked over toward the five men lying in their own blood nearly lifeless. He went over to the bodies scratching his head and smiling at what he was seeing.
Royce ran to the aide of Flip helping him off the pavement.
"You all right? Bollocks, look at your hand, its bleeding", Royce said, looking at a gash on Flip's hand, "you're hurt!"
"Oh yeah, I didn't notice until now. The guy with the knife must have got me," a bewildered Flip said as blood was dripping from the cut. He put his other hand into his pocket, pulled out a handkerchief, and wrapped it around the wound.
Marcus came up to us "You ok Mr. Timpson?" he said, "Damn sorry sir, but I didn't know anything wrong was going on. We need security cameras down here".
"Not your fault Marcus", I said to the security guard, "there are a lot of things this parking garage needs; we will talk about that on Monday ok?"
"Yes sir, Mr. Timpson", said Marcus.
"Who did all this?" a plain-clothes police detective shouted to us.
I told him what had happened as he walked toward us, including the story on how our Knight in Black Amour saved our lives.
"Nice work, kid, but you took one hell of a chance here," the police detective said to Flip.
"I'm Detective Menotti, LAPD; we're probably going to want your statement later." Detective Menotti, a short overweight man with a pleasant face, looked over at the five hoodlums laying there. "I still can't believe one guy did all this and just a kid at that!" He just smiled and shook his head. "I recognize one of those jackasses. Carl Franklin wanted for several armed robberies and assault with a deadly weapon and suspicion of murder. He has a wrap sheet a mile long. He and the other scumbags were probably down here hiding out. It's dark enough and lots of corners to hide in. You people are very lucky this young man came along. Nice work kid," he said again, "really nice work".
Detective Menotti walked back over to the bloody bodies still lying on the cold pavement. I could hear one of the thugs start to moan.
"Marcus, can you handle things down here for us. I want to take Flip to the apartment and tend to that cut on his hand".
"No problem Mr. Timpson, I can take care of things from here", he replied as he turned, and walked over to the police whom were all standing over the now semi-conscious hoodlums.
I walked over to Royce and Flip. "Royce we need to take Flip up to the apartment and take care of that cut on his hand", Royce nodded in agreement.
"Oh no sir, there's no need for that I will take care of that when I get back to my apartment". Flip protested.
"We won't hear of it", Royce chimed in; "it could get infected".
We were about to turn and head out when the overzealous police officer who threw Flip to the ground came over and handed Royce and me our wallets.
"Nice job, kid," he said to Flip, "sorry about roughing you up, hope I didn't hurt you". The handsome police officer starred at Flip for a bit and smiled, then winked at him.
"No that's ok", Flip said, blushing.
We thanked the police officer, grabbed Flip by the arm, and lead him to the private elevator. In no time, we were back inside the safety and warmth of the apartment.
"Wow, this is fantastic", Flip said, "the decor is beautiful, and look at that view", he continued with much enthusiasm. He noticed the decor before the view. "Yes, he must be gay all right," I chuckled to myself.
"Come to the bathroom", I said, "We will fix up that cut".
We got to the bathroom and Flip washed the dirt from his hand cleaning out the wound. Royce gently dried it and I put some antiseptic on it to kill germs then put a bandage round it.
"Damn you guys are treating me so nice", Flip said, blushing at the attention we were giving him.
Royce and I just smiled.
"I tell you what Flip", I said, "we haven't had our dinner yet, we will throw something together here and you will join us ok?"
"Yes Flip stay, that's the least we can do", Royce said.
"I should get back and study some more, I have finals coming up. I am hungry though, but I am pretty filthy", Flip said looking at the dirt and mud that must have splashed on his clothes and face during his fight. "I'll just dirty up this beautiful apartment of yours."
"Well you can take a shower here", I said.
"And while you are doing that we will clean your clothes", Royce said, "We do have a washing machine here don't we?" Royce asked turning to me.
"Yes we do, dear," I smiled.
"Well good, then get Flip a dressing gown for after his shower, so he has something to wear while his clothes are being washed", Royce ordered.
"Ok", Flip gave in, knowing Royce was not giving him any other choice.
I showed Flip where the clean towels and a bathrobe (or dressing gown as the British call it) were for his shower. How I wanted to stay there and watch, but I didn't think that would be a good idea.
Before we could leave the room, Flip was taking his clothes off. I wanted to run out but I couldn't seem to move. I looked over at Royce and he was having the same problem. We looked at each other and smiled, then over to Flip who was now standing in front of us naked.
What a sight, a chiseled chest, and six pack stomach, not an ounce of fat on him. The only hair he had on his slender muscular body other than the long black locks on top of his head was a thick dark bush around his half-hard ample cock and balls. His smooth skin was naturally a light brown from his Hispanic heritage. His uncut cock was darker than his skin, a nice milk chocolate color. We tried not to stare but we couldn't help ourselves. His deep dark eyes were staring back at us. I started to get hard and I noticed Royce was in the same predicament. The three of us were just standing there looking at each other afraid to say anything or even move.
Flip broke the awkward silence, "Well I better take that shower, here are my clothes". He turned around quickly so we wouldn't see his cock starting to get hard, but we did get to see that firm smooth butt of his. Damn my dick was hard as a rock. And I am sure Royce's was too.
"We better get out of here," I whispered to Royce "before we get into trouble". Royce picked up Flip's clothes. We both chuckled and left the room.
I showed Royce where the laundry room was, and then I went to the kitchen and threw something together to make a chicken and pasta dish for our dinner.
After a few minutes, Royce came into the kitchen after putting Flip's clothes in the washing machine.
"Damn did you see that tight arse?" Royce said almost drooling.
"How could I not. And that hard body, damn", I said and we both chuckled.
Royce came up from behind as I was standing facing the stove and put his arms around me.
"You don't mind me talking like that about Flip do you? I feel we can say anything", Royce said to me.
"Of course you can say anything you want Royce, I know I am having the same thoughts as you". I turned around and kissed him on the lips. Then turned back to my cooking and my nearly completed dinner.
"Would you mind if the three of us got it on, then?" He said.
"Not if he doesn't mind", I said with a gleam in my eye.
Without a warning, Flip walked into the room, his long hair still wet from the shower. All he had on was the white robe that accented his smooth light brown skin. The robe was loosely secured around his waist, exposing most of his cleavage and part of his six-pack.
"What wouldn't I mind?" he asked.
I had to think fast. "Oh I hope you wouldn't mind what we are having for dinner", I quickly said.
"Smells great", he said.
"Well, its ready, so let's sit down and eat," I said.
I'm famished", Royce said.
With the city as a backdrop, we sat down at the dining room table as I lit the candles for even more atmosphere.
During dinner, Flip told us that he was a 4.0 scholarship student at the Art Institute of California.
"What's your major?" I asked.
"Interior Design", he replied. Royce almost chocked on his dinner.
"Interior Design?" Royce said, "I just graduated for the London School of Interior Design".
"Really?" Flip said. His dark eyes opened wide, "that is so cool".
"We will have to talk about it later and compare notes", Royce said, "what semester are you in?"
"Well that's the kicker," said Flip "I am about to finish my eighth semester, but I may have to wait a few years to continue; I could loose my scholarship though. I have to save money."
"What about your family, your mom and dad, couldn't they help? Do you have any brothers or sisters?" I asked. "Why do you have to wait a few years?"
Flip's face went from happy to serious. "My dad kicked me out of the house a few weeks ago", he hesitated then went on, "I told him I was gay. I knew he would be pissed, you know the Latino machismo, but I didn't think he would kick me out. My mom tried to stop him but he just smacked her aside the head then came for me. She told me to run. I wanted to use my skills on him but I just couldn't, so I ran. My friend from school told me I could move in with him and his roommate, so I did.
"I had to buy some clothes. Dad wouldn't let me in the house to get mine. He said he bought them with his money and he wasn't going to let a fucking queer into his house to get anything. I bought those clothes and they belong to me", Flip chuckled, imitating his father. "He was a raving lunatic, but we never did get along very well. He wanted me to be a karate instructor or something, that's why he sent me to those schools. I wanted to design rooms and draw, I love to draw". Flip hesitated again, "I can't believe I am rambling on and telling you guys all this. Sorry, this food is really delicious. All I ever eat lately is fast food. I miss my mom's cooking."
Royce and I sat speechless at what Flip just told us about his life. "Please continue what you were saying Flip", I managed to say.
"Well," Flip hesitated again, trying to figure out where to continue, "I got that job with the valet company to help pay the rent. The semester is just about over, finals in a couple weeks. From there I don't know what I will do. I guess I will have to find a better paying job, cause that school is very expensive, what with tuition and books and supplies and all."
"We can talk about that later Flip", I said, "I am sure we can work something out".
"Oh I wasn't suggesting anything Mr. Timpson, Honest!" Flip said, his face turning red.
"I know," I said putting my hand on his trying to reassure him that everything will be all right from now on.
Royce was strangely quiet. He almost seemed to be in tears. "I can't believe your father would do that to you," he said to Flip. "When your mother told you to run was your father going to beat you?"
"Oh yeah", Flip said almost laughing; "He took a belt to me a lot when I was a kid, now he just uses his fist. I know I could defend myself but I just cant do that, don't ask we why. God Mr. Timpson I don't know why I am opening up to you and Mr. Stewart like this, I guess I feel comfortable with you guys."
"First off you will have to stop that Mr. Timpson shit. My name is Eric and my partner's name is Royce".
"We insist you call us by our first names, Flip", Royce said.
"Ok I guess - Eric and Royce", Flip said awkwardly but smiling.
Having finished our dinner, I suggested we go into the living room for some brandy. We got up from the table and headed for the living room area. Royce and Flip sat down on the large 'L' shaped couch as I lit the fireplace that was facing them.
"I don't know if I should have anything to drink; I still have to drive back to the apartment".
"You can stay here tonite", I said, "We have plenty of bedrooms in this place". I handed Flip a Brandy, then poured one for Royce and myself.
"Cheers", Royce toasted, "here's to a great friendship and our Knight in Black".
After about an hour and three brandies, we were feeling very relaxed. Unknown to Flip his bathrobe had opened and his dick was exposed for us to see. Neither Royce nor I said anything; we were enjoying the view of his uncut soft dick.
"Flip", Royce called, "Why was it that you came to our rescue in the car park tonite. Did it have something to do with the fact you knew we were gay?"
"Yes, partly I guess." Flip said rather embarrassed. His head looking downward for the first time and saw his dick was out there in all its glory for us to see. We saw his cock starting to get hard. He immediately covered himself up. "I am sorry", he said, "I didn't know it was open".
I got up, went over, and sat next to him. Royce followed but knelt on the floor in front of him. I grabbed for the front of Flip's robe.
"You don't have to do this Eric", Flip said, anticipating what was about to happen.
"Do you want us to stop Flip?", Royce asked.
After a few seconds of silence, Flip said quietly, "No".
I reached over and spread open Flip's robe, revealing his hard smooth body. His muscled chest was heaving up and down. His rock hard 7-inch uncut cock was resting on his stomach. I rubbed my hand on his chest. He jumped. Royce started to run his hand on is smooth stomach. I leaned in and kissed his lips, searching for his tongue. Royce came close and started to lick his earlobe. His tongue found its way into his ear canal while my tongue found its way down his throat. Flip moaned with delight.
I stood up in front of Flip, Royce stood by my side. I started to undress Royce and he undressed me. First, he removed my shirt then I removed his. We looked at Flip. He just sat there stroking his cock saying, "Fuckin A" in low whispered tones. "You guys have hot fucking bodies." Royce and I looked at each other and kissed the way I like to be kissed, with our tongues probing the inside of our mouths.
"Oh Fuckin A guys", is all Flip managed to say as he continued to stroke his 7-inch rock hard cock.
Royce and I released each other from our kiss and turned our attention to the young man sitting before us. We unbuckled our pants and let them fall to the floor. Our cocks dripping precum stood straight out starring Flip in the eye.
"No way", Flip yelled, practically jumping out of his seat, "you guys are fucking huge!"
"Did you ever make love to guys with dicks this big", I said as I stroked my dick in front of him. I didn't wait for an answer; I sat down beside him and brought my lips to his, franticly devouring his tongue. Royce went right for Flips silver dollar size nipples. The nubs were big and hard and he sucked on them like a calf sucking on his mother's utter.
I let go of Flips tongue and licked my way to his chin where I started my tongue bath. I wanted to taste all of him, so I ran my tongue around the outside of his chin then down his neck to the opposite nipple that had been the object of Royce's attention. A trail of my saliva was dripping down from Flip's chin onto his chest and running to the nipple I was after. I lapped up my spit just as it was coming to the nub. I closed my mouth on the nipple "hmmm now I see why Royce is so interested in that other one", I said to myself. God it felt good, but I had another object I wanted in my mouth and Flip was stroking it.
Royce and I release his nipples at the same time. We looked at each other, smiled, and continued the tongue bath on the smooth body of our young protégé, running our tongues from his chest over his smooth six-pack.
Flip was breathing rather heavily. I didn't want him to cum just yet, so I took his hand from his cock so he would stop stroking. His white precum was running down his dark shaft. I was the first to reach it and licked it up. Flip moaned.
"Oh God!", is all he said.
Just as I was licking his precum, Royce made it to his ballsack and gulped down his left nut. I put my mouth on the tip of his uncut shaft, pulled back his foreskin, and ran my tongue around the edge of his cockhead and into his pee hole tasting more and more of his precum.
Royce was pulling on Flip's nut, causing Flip to yell out in pain, but Royce did not let up.
I went down further on Flips dick and swallowed it all burying my nose in his coarse dark pubic hair. I let up on his dick just as Royce let his ball fall from his mouth. We simultaneously ran our tongue up and down the sides of Flips hot hard pole. We got to the tip of it and let it be for a moment and kissed each other while Flip watched, his cock resting in between our faces.
"Fuckin A", Flip said. We turned our attention back to Flip. This time Royce pounced on his shaft swallowing it in one gulp. I attacked his other ball and twirled it around my tongue. I felt Flips ball retract into his body. I knew he was about to cum
"Oh Shit I can't hold it," Flip cried out. "AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH Fuck"
Royce let go of Flip's dick just as the first volley of cum came pouring from Flip's manmeat and hit Royce right in the eye, then another wave, but this time it landed on Flip's stomach. My tongue leaped for it, licking it off his body and I swallowed it down. Another volley of cum and this time Royce's mouth was right over the shaft and it squirted in and Royce swallowed up the sweet, salty elixir.
Another wave of cum and another then another, Royce and I fighting to see who could get the most cum in our mouths. Cum was all over his stomach. Royce and I licked it all up. Flip rubbed our backs as we did.
"Fan-fucking-tastic", was the word that came out of Flips mouth as soon as he was able to breathe. His dick was starting to go soft.
"That was my first three Way", he said rather shyly.
"What do you mean 'was'?" I said, "We're not finished yet".
I stood up, my cock, hard and dripping. Royce stood up and his 9 incher was straining at the skin with a steady stream of precum pouring from his hooded shaft.
Flip's eyes were about to bulge from its sockets.
"What are you going to do now?" he said in a tone that really didn't want to know the answer. "You're not going to stick those things in my ass, are you?" he questioned
"We sure bloody hell are", Royce replied, grinning from ear to ear.
"Oh Shit", was all Flip could say as we pulled him from the couch and lead him into the bedroom. He was grinning from ear to ear.
When we got to the bedroom, I put my arms around Flip and kissed him deep and hard probing for his tongue again. I took the robe off him and let it fall to the ground. I grabbed his soften cock and stroked it. I could feel it growing in my hand. That didn't take very long. Royce took Flip from my grasp and started to kiss him and play with his wang. I went to the bed, threw back the covers, and let them fall to the floor. Royce slowly backed Flip to the bed and gently laid him down on his back, never once letting go of his lips or his cock.
Royce was laying on Flip's left and I took up the right side position. We both were caressing his body. Our hands were like machines trying to cover every inch of his torso. I ran my hand down his rippled stomach and up his hardened shaft then down beneath his balls. He instinctively brought his knees up and spread his legs. I wet my finger with my saliva and went in search of his rosebud. Royce never stopped rubbing his body, trying to reassure him he was going to love what was about to happen to him. I found my target and Flip jumped. I could tell he was getting a bit apprehensive.
"Flip, if you want us to stop just say the word and we will. No matter what we are doing, remember you have the ultimate control." I said winking at Royce. Royce shook his head in agreement.
"Just don't hurt me," Flip said
"No one will ever hurt you again," I said
"You have us now in your lif", Royce said, kissing him on the lips.
"Then go for it, I want you to fuck me", Flip said with a gulp.
Royce leaned in and kissed Flip full on the lips their tongues dancing in each other's mouths. I, on the other hand positioned myself in between Flips legs, his knees still in the air and proceeded to gulp down his beautiful milk chocolate cock. I swallowed it mercilessly, pumping my head up and down on his rigid tool. I released his cock from my mouth and licked my way to his balls. My tongue ran around the sack, alternating between the left and the right nut. I pushed Flip's legs up and over his head. Royce helped hold them there. My tongue found its way to the base of his scrotum, right were the crack of his ass started. I then started down his ass crack. Royce pushed Flip's legs further up in the air so I could have easier access to what I was seeking... His rosebud.
Spreading his ass cheeks, I exposed the object of my passion. I ran my tongue around the outside of his wrinkled hole.
"Oh Fuckin A, Eric", Flip managed to say "you are do.... oh Fuckin A", he couldn't say anything more than that.
Royce while holding up Flip's legs was jacking Flip's dick as I continued my assault on Flip's asshole.
I slowly inserted my tongue deep into his hole.
"Oh Fuckin A, God damn, oh shit", more and more profanity came from Flip's mouth the more I tongue fucked his hole. Pre-cum was dripping from Flip's dick down Royce's hand who was still jacking his tool.
The more I tongue fucked him the more relaxed his hot hole became. I knew time was getting close for me to stick my rod inside his tight hot ass. First, I wanted to suck a little more on his hole; he seemed to be enjoying it so much. My eyes caught my lover as he was watching me. His 9-inch cock was sticking straight out and dripping precum. I reached over and let some of the precum drip on my finger and I put it into Flip's hole. I put my mouth around his rosebud and sucked Royce's cum out of Flip's ass. The taste of Royce's cum and Flip's ass juice was like an aphrodisiac. I wanted to fuck his hole and fuck it now. I needed to fuck it.
"Hope you ready for me Flip cause I'm coming in", I said breathing hard. I got on my knees and let Flip's legs fall on my shoulders. Royce got the lube out of the table next to the bed. I loaded my finger up with the lube and slowly twisted my finger inside his hole.
"Fuckin A", is all Flip could say; his eyes were rolling back in his head. With the combination of my tongue fuck and the brandy I could feel Flip's sphincter was relaxed enough for me to run my cock inside him.
I got the tube of KY and generously lubed my aching rod, precum dripping in a steady stream from my pee hole. I took my cock and let the precum slide around the opening of Flip's hole. He just laid there biting his lower lip. He knew what was going to happen.
Royce, still stroking his own dick, leaned in and start to suck on Flip's hard nipples.
I leaned in on Flip. My rock hard rod pressed against his rosebud, demanding entrance. I pushed a little harder and I felt my cock head enter his waiting asshole. He grimaced in pain. I stopped and waited for him to get used to my fat mushroom head. I felt his ring around my dick relax a bit and I proceeded to push my eight and half inches into his eager hole. I was about half way in when Flip, yelled out in pain.
"Oh Shit", he yelled.
I stopped and waited for him to get used to my big dick invading his ass.
"You ok Flip, you want me to stop", I asked hoping he would not say yes.
"No don't stop, just let me get used to you inside me", he said breathlessly and in obvious pain.
"I'm going to pull out now Flip, you're in too much pain".
"No, I am ok please don't stop".
Flip reached over with both hands, grabbed my ass cheeks, and pushed down so my dick would go all the way into him. My balls were now resting in his crack.
"Fuckin A, your dick feels so awesome in my ass."
I smiled and knew he was going to be all right.
Royce stopped his sucking on Flips nipple and started to fondle his cock that had gone soft with my attack.
Flip's dick was coming alive. I knew this was time to start my onslaught.
"Fuck me man, fuck me good", Flip said in kind of a state of delirium. I pulled my dick out until only the head was in then I pushed it all the way in as slow as I could.
"Fuckin A", Flip said again. "This is so Fuckin A.. Fuck". The profanity was starting to pour from his mouth again.
Now that Royce got Flip's rod hard, he started to suck on it. I continued my pumping in his ass.
"Fuckin A", Flip said again. The harder I pumped the more profanity blasted from his mouth.
"Oh Fuck my ass you bastard, fuck me good", he rambled on and on.
The profanity just kept coming, so I told Royce to stick something in Flip's mouth. Royce got up from sucking on Flips dick, precum and saliva dripping down his chin then stuck the only thing he could think of to stop Flip litany of profanity.
Royce shoved his nine-inch rod down Flips throat. Flip, not expecting this gagged at first, but then swallowed it with joy. Royce fucked his mouth in cadence with me fucking his ass. I looked over at Royce, all of a sudden, he was all I could see, I was fucking this hot young man's ass but all I could see was my lover. Without loosing a beat, I leaned over and kissed Royce deep, our tongues doing what they do best in each other's mouths. The kissing along with fucking Flip's ass was too much for me to control. I knew I was about to cum and I knew by now that Royce was going to cum very soon too.
Flip made a muffled sound his breathing became very erratic. Then his sperm shot from his dick and hit the back of the headboard of the bed.
"Aahhhhhhhhhhhh FUCK" he yelled with Royce's dick still in his mouth. Another shot of jizz hit him on the lips just as Royce was pushing his dick in and cum and all went in to his mouth. More and more cum came out of Flip's cock drenching his chest and stomach. Royce and I could not hold it any longer.
"Cum.. Now . me .. his ass," I was barely able to speak, as I savagely pumped his willing hole. Harder and faster I pumped. Royce fucked his mouth with a vengeance. Our sweat pouring down our bodies onto our victim lying under us.
We both yelled out "AAHHHHHHHHH" and let go of our loads. My first wave of cum shot into Flips ass like a torpedo. Royce first wave was so hard Flip chocked and cum squired out the sides of his mouth. Royce just continued to pump showing no mercy, but Flip managed to swallow as much as he could.
I let go of at least four waves of cum into Flip's sore ass, the passion was too much for me to care then. I pumped and pump, cum pouring out his hole dripping onto the bed linen. The sweat was pouring down my face, neck, back, and chest like sheets of water down the side of a wall. My whole body was shaking.
Royce having given every drop of cum to Flip's throat pulled his cock out and collapsed on the bed. Cum was dripping out the sides of Flip's mouth.
"Fuckin A", this time the profanity came from Royce and not Flip. We all laughed.
I let my softening dick fall out of Flip's ass. I tried to breathe normal. I collapsed on top of Flips cum soaked body and kissed him, running my tongue around his mouth so I could taste my lover jizz. I rolled off Flip and lay between him and Royce. Flip put his arm around me. Royce put his arm around me on the other side.
I whispered to Royce, "I love you babe", he whisper the same back.
As I held both of them in my arms, I starred deep into the mirror next to the bed. I saw two beautiful naked men lying on each side of me. Then the Man in the Mirror said into my thoughts,
"Eric, do you know what the fuck you are doing?"
"No", was my silent reply.
"I thought not", the Man in the Mirror replied
To Be Continued