Part 2. Myths can be a reality... (Gay m/m threesome)
Unknown to Hank and myself, a voyeur had witnessed our entire performance. James, my forgotten midnight date, later told us he had originally intended to join us coupling, but then decided it was quite a `turn-on' to view the show we were putting on. He had just stood there silently in the doorway without a stitch on. He was obviously aroused, and looked so sexually appealing with his cock stretched out like a lance throbbing for some action. I had to wonder how nature could have bestowed such a massive appendage on such a slender and proportionally small young man. My eyes however dismissed such thoughts as I drank in his manly endowment and wished only for the thrill of holding his cock to my lips and taking it in my mouth. To even think of sucking on that python sent shivers down my spine. Simon's uncut cock was not only enormous, but also very beautifully shaped, with a perfect mushroom head the colour of a ripe pomegranate.
"Get over here!" growled Hank in a commanding voice. And I had to smile as I noted Simon's cock drop it's arrogant thrust, as he almost sheepishly stepped into the room and stood by the bed obediently.
I reached over and gently touched his near side muscular arm in a reassuring gesture. He was such a beautiful boy, and did not look anything like the 19 years he later told us he was. "Come and join us" I said with a smile, and Hank smiled at him also.
We huddled together on the double size bed, and wasted no time in feeling each other up as we fondled one another's cock and rocks. Ganging up on me, I soon had two sets of hands stroking me at the same time, which had me groaning with pleasure. It was my first experience in a threesome, and with hunks hung like these two stallions, I felt like it was Christmas with all my wishes come true.
Without discussion Hank pulled me over to lie on top of him groin to groin, and circled me with his long muscular arms. Our lips quite naturally opened up to take in the other's tongue, and kissed deeply, while at the same time we caressed each other with our hands. My hands massaged his scalp and shoulders, as his longer reach took his hands down to my buttocks. Wow! How I loved him kneading my buns.
Simon meanwhile was busy eating out my ass, tonguing my pucker with the enthusiasm of a starved animal. His hands were also all over me and on Hank too, as he stretched himself out between our legs. He then went further down, extracting both Hank's and my swollen members and started sucking on them alternately at first, then with some effort stuffed his mouth with both cock heads. Incredible as it may sound, this boy wonder had the mouth of a greedy young calf that just loved to suck, and in next to no time had us blowing our loads in unison as he also finger fucked our butt holes. Shit he is good!
We rested for a while after shooting our creamy wads in Simon's insatiable mouth, and then I went into the 69 position with him and we began sucking on each other, while Hank greased up his cock and shoved it up Simon's pucker.
"What a way to go!" he roared, and not too lightly slapped Simon's ass as he fucked him. It was like playing a game and we changed partners and positions as our fancy took us. When I changed to sucking on Hank's cock again, Simon decided to try and enter me with his massive dong, but I was not yet ready to take his big salami. Hank's butt hole however proved more receptive and was able to take most of his meaty pole. At least 12 inches of it pulverised Hank's cavernous fuck tube, but not with out some butt slapping to help loosen him up.
It was also such a turn-on to hear Hank's deep guttural moans and groans of pleasure. I decided to disengage from sucking on Hank's cock soon after Simon started to shaft him, and started to fuck Simon, making him the meat in our threesome sandwich. Wow! What a ride he gave me! Bucking and squirming his lovely round butt while he plundered Hank's hole with his awesome tool. We were all groaning by this time, and to my mind making one hell of a noise to wake up the dead. The household would know, but would not come to investigate, Hank assured me, and I had to wonder what made him so sure. However he was wrong! Much later I would learn that young Danny had been watching us from the doorway just as Simon had been a voyeur earlier that morning.
We had been shafting and sucking for nearly two hours, and each of us had come at least twice. However my ass had yet to be fucked with more than a prodding tongue and a few fingers, and Hank was determined to remedy that with the help of Simon who also wanted to plug my love chute. I had never taken a cock bigger than seven inches long, and in no way were any of the cocks that had entered me as thick as these two logs. Now Hank's meat was a good 10 inches and a dream to behold, but Simon's cock was even longer and also much thicker!
"Take it easy with me guys" I implored. "I'd love to have you both fuck me, but please be gentle," I said with a grin.
They were both grinning too, as Simon squatted over my head facing my feet, his bulging balls and semi hard dick resting on my forehead and flopping down to my open mouth. Hank meanwhile squatted snugly up against my butt as he lifted my legs to hang loosely over his broad shoulders, placing one leg on either side of his head.
It felt great to have Simon's silky genitalia spread all over my face, but I also felt vulnerable as it put me in the dark, and the only breath I could take was through my open mouth. I wanted to cry out as I felt my pucker being invaded, only to realise I had a mouth full of cock and could only squirm my ass. Strong hands had gripped onto my hips and lifted my butt up to unite with a meaty pole. Yeah, Hank had braced his cock up against my opening, and then with incredible pressure squeezed his knob into my orifice as far as the flared ridge.
"Aaaahhhh!" I groaned, in spite of a mouth full of cock, and went on to squirm, raising my hips to better accommodate the ten inches of pulverising meat that slowly entered me. "Fuck you're thick!" I was finally able to call out when Simon's equipment lifted off my face as he lent forward to suck on my flaccid cock.
I felt I was in heaven! My cock was now rivalling Hank's and still swelling with Simon's expert vacuum suction. That I could end up with a sore knob was a worry, but my dick was pulsing with the pleasure it was receiving, and my brain was in neutral.
My prostate was also exquisitely pleasured as Hank shunted into me with gathering force.
I could see the lustful glint in his eyes as he pumped me with laboured breath. He grunted and groaned his pleasure; lunging his slippery pole as far in as it would go got me yelping.
I was revelling in a mixture of ecstasy and erotic pain! And loving it! But for how long could I take this and remain on a high? When will this bestial form of sexual gratification turn to feelings of pure torture?
Right now I didn't care... I was enjoying the ride! Hank was getting his rocks off, and I was his love hole... that was all that mattered. I could not ask for anything more than to just look on his handsome face and watch his perfectly muscled body, glistening with sweat, heave with excitement as we drew to a climax. I thought I would black out, the exquisite sensations within and around my genitals had me jumping out of my skin. Simon kept bobbing his head over me, swirling my cock head with his talented tongue, while Hank roared obscenities as his cock flexed deep within my bowels and finally exploded with a gush of cum shots.
"Oh fuck!" I yelled, as I felt him twitch and flex his tool within me, and came also in a gut wrenching wave of orgasmic pleasure. Drenching Simon, my cock kept pulsing and flexing as he withdrew it from his mouth, spraying greats wads of my sperm all over himself as I continued to convulse.
"Great fuckin bone you have there, man!" he called out thickly, his mouth still full of my cream. "You sure have a load of sweet cum," he went on to say with a cheeky grin, as I noticed some spill out of the side of his mouth and dribble down his chin.
Hank's tool was subsiding as he slowly withdrew it from my sweaty hot hole, and I immediately felt the void. It was as if a part of me was missing. To be whole again was all that I could think of as I savoured and reflected on the most intense and sexually erotic experience in my life. What a discharge! What exquisite relief! My cock was still swollen, though not hard, as I rolled onto my stomach and smiled like the `Cheshire Cat'. We were all aglow with heart rates still high, coupled with a feeling of camaraderie I had not experienced since my days in the Army.
Dawn was breaking, and the first rays of glorious sunshine filled the room and gradually brought us out of our drunken sexual slumber. Way down the hallway we could hear the stirring of the children, and we all quickly made tracks to avoid confronting them. Simon took off for his home with barely a "see you later" and wearing only his cum stained shorts, while Hank rushed back to his room and I made for the nearest bathroom.
Later, during our breakfast on the terrace, the conversation turned to my reason for coming to Nassau, and how I could contact the company that employed staff for the "Bahamas Star" cruise ship. Hank informed me the company was based in Miami and not Nassau, and so Clarissa suggested I might like to try for a reception position at the Montago Beach Hotel, which was only a short ten minutes walk away along the beach front. Hank pointed out that the Management apparently provided all meals and also accommodation in the annex to the hotel for its foreign staff members. So it would seem all my financial worries could be resolved if I were to be successful in my application.
Feeling bright and cheerful with this heartening news, my eyes really shone when presented with a freshly ironed shirt and clean shined shoes from Anna the maid. With a full stomach and wearing clean attire, I felt confident and ready for an interview. My spirits high, I seemed to be walking on air as I approached the pink washed hotel, gleaming softly in the morning sunlight. It indeed looked like a Birthday Cake.
Such was my good luck, my interview was a success, and I got the job as a Front Desk Clerk in Reception. Also as Hank had told me, I was given a serviced room in the Foreign Staff Annex, with all my meals provided in the hotel's main dining room. I was elated! And still in a daze with the Hotel Manager showing me around, when whom would you think I come face to face with? The shock almost made me stumbling over my own feet!
Yeah, Simon! He had never mentioned he worked as a barman, and here he was serving behind the main bar of one of the top five star hotels in Nassau.
"This is Simon, our most talented cocktail mixer!" beamed the Hotel Manager, in his introduction. Simon looked just as startled to see me, but we both quickly recovered and beamed at one another as we shook hands formally. Instinctively my cock rose to the occasion with a growing hard-on. "Fuck!" I thought to myself, "this really is my lucky day".
"Any thing you want to know about Nassau, just ask Simon," continued the platitudes from the Manager who I was beginning to feel must think the sun shines out of Simon's gorgeous ass. And I was not wrong as he went on to say, "This young man is also a top Limbo Dancer,' and performs regularly at the Drum Beat' nightclub after his shift here".
"Well I never!" I thought. "Wow! No wonder you're so supple..." I blurted, "err you must be very supple," I hastened to add, for I did not want it known I already knew the hung hunk facing me.
"Yes, you should see him bending over backwards," went on the Manager, "he is quite incredible!"
"Don't I know it" I felt like rejoining, but only smiled as I truthfully acknowledged I would love to see him perform at the `Drum Beat' nightclub.
"Fuck Simon," I said to him later when I found a chance to talk to him alone, "you are one hell of a surprise package!"
"You too man, an I sure wanner show you around! He grinned with a display of his big even white teeth.
"I can hardly wait," I thought, and grinned back with a lustful look as my eyes stripped him naked.
That afternoon I was put to work learning the job on hand as it were, with an experienced staff member. My mentor Derrick was a local white Bahamian, who had been with the Hotel for nearly two years, and seemed more than happy to show me the ropes and more. He was the typical gay stereo type, passably good looking, slim and stylish, and full of effeminate affectation. Not my type, but I was not adverse to him giving me a blow-job under the counter. In fact I was quite turned on with the risk of discovery facing the both of us, and I have to admit he turned out to be an expert cock-sucker. He could take all of my swollen nine inches of throbbing meat in his hungry mouth, and swallow every drop of my gushing load when I came deep in his throat. Yeah, he was a fabulous cock-sucker!
Within thirty minutes of meeting Derrick he was down on his knees and not too nonchalantly brushed his face up against my basket. We were behind the reception counter and had just booked in a family of five from Miami. "Woops!" he said, as a pen slipped from his fingers and fell between my legs. For most of the time my cock has a semi hard-on, and I was instantly aroused as I felt his hot breath sear through the thin cotton of my Bermuda shorts. Unknown to me, Derrick had made bets with other staff members, that he could have my cock in his mouth within the first hour of our being on duty in the reception area. I have heard stories of "Frat Sluts" in College, but never imagined I would find, and be picked up by the equivalent in a five star hotel. Wow, I was sure finding the delights of Nassau Town.
Instinctively I pressed my crotch into Derrick's face, not fully realising I was giving him the green light, and he went for it. Unzipping my fly, my swollen appendage uncoiled itself like a spring and got engulfed in his hungry mouth. "Mm!" was all I heard him say, as he took my cock in deeply and sucked on it with relish. My knees felt like buckling, and I'm sure my face was red for anyone to see. Fortunately there were no hotel guests around, just the bustle of staff members who seemed to appear from no where and on no particular errand, but all smiled that knowing smile. How could they know I wondered, and turned all the more scarlet as I blew my load into Derrick's mouth and shivered in ecstasy?
"Enjoying it!" sang out a couple of `bell-hops' in unison, beaming with infectious smiles.
"Oh yeah!" I countered, not really knowing whether they were referring to my new job in Reception, or the blow-job, and shivered again as I discharged another wad of cum in Derrick's hot mouth. "Oh, it's just great coming..." I groaned with a shuddered, before adding "to work here," and hoped the break in my comment was not too noticeable. However the two young lads had mercifully moved on chuckling among themselves, and I was beginning to feel drained and yet euphoric as Derrick stood up beside me and smiled like the cat that had swallowed the canary.
"Fuck, I love your sweet cum man!" he whispered far to close to my face for comfort. "If ever you need those hot rocks of yours drained man, just call me. "I'm at your service any time Kyle," and he kept smiling to himself and licking his lips of any remaining trace of my creamy juices.
I felt unable to move and quite unprepared for what took place next. I noticed money exchanging hands, wads of it, as Derrick picked up his winnings from practically every staff member in the hotel during our shift. They seemed to hand it over cheerfully enough, and many even gave me a wink. However my greatest surprise after finding out I was the brunt of the bet, was to receive half of Derrick's winnings. "You're joking!" I mused.
"You're worth it!" came the retort, "besides a little bird told me that you need the money, someone picked your pocket in Toronto and you're here without a dime. "Go on take it... you can pay me back later if it makes you feel better... "But take it and have some fun this evening," he urged.
I felt like sweeping the little cock sucker up in my arms and whirling him around the room, but only stared at him like a dope, blinked, shook his hand, and promised I would pay him back come pay day. "You can suck my cock any time!" I beamed, and saw in his eyes that it would be his pleasure.
Later that evening I met Simon near the entrance to the hotel as we had arranged earlier. He looked really suave in a tight fitting pair of deep purple slacks that showed off the bulge of his huge flaccid cock to perfection. What a stud! And the pirate style white shirt he was almost wearing, was open down the middle as far as his navel, displaying mouth-watering washboard abbs and perfectly muscled pecs. I was hard and drooling just looking at him. "Fuck! You're a sight for sore eyes"; I addressed him, and clutched him to me in a bear hug that got our engorged members grinding together.
"You too can look cool man," he said grinning with pride as we broke our embrace. "Just need the Bahamian touch, and I will have you look as good as me!"
"Oh yeah?"
"You know it man!" and so saying swung an arm companionably around my shoulders, and we sauntered into the dusky night. We were alone at long last under the stars, the air so balmy with just a light breeze, and life seemed just perfect as we strolled like young lovers down winding lanes dancing with the flickering lights of colourful stalls. The pungent smell of food floated on clouds of smoke and steam, and displayed to fill the senses was an array of spicy tit-bits to wet any pallet. For me it was a gourmet's paradise.
I pigged out, but Simon ate sparingly. "Have to watch my figure," he said jokingly. The truth of the matter though was the fact he needed a flat, empty stomach, to get under the low bamboo bar in his limbo' dance routine. I could hardly wait for the midnight hour, and then there he was, the centre of attention at the Drum Beat' nightclub.
I was given a small unobtrusive table that had a great side on view of Simon doing his dance routine. He had changed out of his street clothes, and was now almost naked. His whole body looked to be oiled, for his smooth velvety skin shone brilliantly under the stage lights. Wearing only a loincloth, he looked so incredibly sexual. The thin gauze covering his impressive genitalia only seemed to excentuate his manly endowment rather than offers any form of modesty.
Only gasps from the tightly packed audience could be heard as he stepped onto the stage. He had an undoubted presence, and the stillness around him was almost tangible. "Man! You are mind blowing!" I thought, slipping into the Bahamian vernacular. He looked so utterly amazing. To think I had had sex with that body slinking around the stage made my pulse race. His muscles were not big like those of Hank, but they were perfectly formed, and he knew how to make them bunch up and ripple as he flexed every limb and gyrated his lithe body.
Swaying to the rhythm of the `Drum Beat' drums, Simon lowered the bamboo bar lower and lower, and arched his back to incredible angles as he shuffled his feet under the bar and barely touched it with his glistening torso and head. His posture was so utterly erotic... with thighs splayed wide apart, his bunched up genitals was a awesome sight to behold, and the women and men alike, all groaned and rooted their rapturous pleasure with each successful passage under the bamboo bar.
I roared my approval with the best of them, cheering and hollering, and almost jumping out of my seat. The atmosphere was electrifying! And Simon was like an Olympic hero as he raised himself up after each successful passage, with the ease of spring hinged knees, to the adulation and applause of the crowd. They loved him, and he was eating them up.
The final bar was set on top of two standard size coke bottles, and would you believe it, he got under them too. To watch him was magical... to believe it possible I would have thought insane...
His performance over, I slipped back stage as planned and watched him clean up and get changed back into his street clothes. "You are so hot!" I gushed, emphasising every word. "I still can not believe you were able to get under those two coke bottles," I rattled on with admiration written all over my face, and Simon just soaked it up and smiled back at me. He was still perspiring as we left the nightclub clasping each other around the shoulders, swaying slightly to the haunting drums still weaving their spell, and eager to get back to my room and a cooling shower.
I could also hardly wait to get him out of his damp clothes and gaze once more upon his gorgeous body. My mind kept wandering with thoughts of having sex with him under the stage lights, and to think of him wearing just a loincloth for my eyes only had my cock not only pulsing, but ready to blow a premature load. Wallowing in these growing erotic fantasies, it was not long before we rounded on the spacious grounds of the Montago Beach Hotel and discretely took the path to the Foreign Staff Quarters based in the Annex of the vast complex. I wanted to explore, feel and caress every inch of Simon, and I can promise you there was over a foot of pulverising meat between his splendid thighs.
"Why, you're shivering!" He made the statement, rather than asks the question. But of course he knew it was due to my sexual anticipation.
"It's nothing!" I shrugged, shifted my hand from around his shoulders, and squeezed his lovely round butt to distract him.
Now the Annex is made up of just twenty reasonably spacious rooms, ten on either side of a long corridor, with a bathroom set-up between every second room with connecting doors to the room on either side. I shared my bathroom with one of the Night Auditor's, a young guy of about my age who said he was from New York, and had recently qualified as a medical doctor, and was presently "bumming around in his yacht." The lucky sod! I have to say I was quite taken with the look of him. Earlier, I had caught him in the raw quite by accident when I opened my sliding door to go for a pee, and there he was on the throne plopping away, and not in the least concerned that I had walked in on him.
"You must be the new guy on reception," he said with a smile. "I'm Guy, your connecting room-mate." At this point he wiped his ass, got up off his haunches and went over to the hand basin to wash his hands, before turning again to face me with a stretched out hand in greeting.
"Hi, I'm Kyle" I responded rather abashed. "Sorry to have intruded on you like this," and took his offered hand in a firm, but warm handshake. "Good to meet you." I added. He had then gone on to explain that he never locked the sliding door to his room and that he had never found the need to do so.
"That's cool with me" I responded, "I'll keep my door unlocked too, and maybe catch you in the nutty again" I said with a laugh, with my eyes sizing him up and down. He was one hell of a good looker with the body to match an Adonis, and I instinctively knew we would become good friends.
Well back to Simon and I on a high and itching for each other.
It was a warm sticky night, and all was quiet as we entered the building and walked down the Annex corridor to my room half way down. Passing all the closed doors one had to wonder what was going on behind them at this time of night, or rather early morning? Anyway, on closing behind me the door to my room, I could distinctly hear the flow of water in my bathroom, as if the cistern has been flushed. But it was the shower that had been turned on. "What the...?" I mumbled, not wanting to alert a possible intruder. I knew Guy was on duty, being the night auditor, so who was in our bathroom came the nagging thought?
I had only partially closed my sliding bathroom door, and so there was a crack of light streaming across my room like a laser beam. "Don't switch on the light" I cautioned Simon in a whisper, as I stepped softly towards the bathroom door and gently slid it open. There in the glass shower cubicle with his back to me stood the graceful figure of a young man, or was he a boy? Simon by this time was next to me and whispered "It's OK, it's only Andy."
"Andy!" I burst out in confusion, and the lithe, beautifully muscled Adonis turned to face me and smiled that mischievous smile I remembered so well. I did not have to wait for Simon to tell me he was one of the Bell Hops'. I'd recognise that face anywhere in a crowded room. He was one of the two young spunks who had asked me: "are you enjoying it?" earlier that afternoon. I now know for sure it was not my first day in the hotel he was referring to, but the blow-job Derrick was giving me from behind the Front Desk Counter'.
"Wow!" escaped my lips, as my eyes gravitated to his genitals. His thick flaccid cock was all of nine long inches, in fact as big as my tool with a full hard-on. "Fuck!" I thought, are all the Bahamian guys hung like horses? I was beginning to believe that black men do have bigger cocks, and it was not just a myth.
Meanwhile Andy continued with his cooling shower, using plenty of soap to lather up his swelling appendage and balls that would do justice on a bull. To my mind, he was obviously giving me the `come-on' with every twist and turn of his slender body and provocatively caressing hands. He was a master of enchantment, and within seconds both Simon and I had our sweaty clothes off and racing to join him under the shower. To say I was excited would be an understatement... my skin felt so sensitive and glowed with the blood pumping through my body in double time. My cock was also erect without even being touched, and it swelled even further as we soaped each other up in the confined space.
I was the meat in the sandwich with my cock nestled in the crack of Andy's gorgeous bubble butt, while Simon's massive salami filled my ass crack. Our hands meanwhile slid all over our limbs, tenderly caressing whatever part of one's anatomy we could reach. I believe we all shot a load, and kept moaning and groaning with the exquisite pleasure we were giving and receiving from one another's magical hands. It was wicked!
Squeaky clean, sexually satiated, and buoyed with the energy we seemed to derive from one another, we finally stepped out of the shower cubicle and leisurely towelled ourselves down. I desperately felt like a cup of coffee, and as if reading my thoughts, Andy suggested we might like to join him in Guy's room for coffee.
"Don't tell me you have a coffee machine" I challenged him.
"Just the next best thing" he sang out. "Electric kettle and `Andronicus' coffee bags."
"Super!" I rejoined, and wrapping a dry towel around me more for the comfort than any modesty, followed him out of the bathroom with Simon in tow similarly attired.
There were only two cane chairs in the room placed on the sides of a round glass top table. The kettle and assorted condiments were stacked on a built in shelf on the wall, under which a bar type fridge was situated on the floor. Very neat and tidy I thought. However my eyes were soon resting on the double size bed ensemble. "How come I don't have one of those?" I questioned.
"Contacts!" chorused Andy and Simon, and followed me onto the inviting bed with alacrity.
The kettle had boiled and the only two cups were bagged, but we had by this time shifted our interest. Gone were my pangs for a scalding coffee. Right now my mouth was down in the crotch of Andy licking his big balls. Just inhaling his musky aroma had my senses reeling. What a joy it was to lie between his splendid legs and drink in the essence of his masculinity with my face in his lap. Simon meanwhile was screwing my ass with his fingers, and applying a good measure of lube (curtesy of Andy) to my anal canal. "Gotta grease you up good for my python." He quipped with a chuckle, and I squirmed in ecstasy as he expertly massaged the nerve endings of my love chute. Andy was also giving me a sensual massage, his hands running over my scalp, neck, deltoids, shoulders and biceps. I was floating on cloud nine.
"Want to fuck me Man?" asked Andy so casually I was not sure I had heard right.
"Fuck, yes!" I spluttered, lifting my face off his swollen appendage.
"OK, how about you ready me like Simon is doin you with some lube?" he suggested.
"Then I can fuck you while you fuck Andy," chimed in Simon.
"Sounds good to me," I beamed, and got to work on Andy's ass.
Almost immediately I was rewarded with groans of Andy's pleasure, and within only a minute he wanted me to enter him. "He's Guy's bum-boy and missing him." Justified Simon. "Go on mount him `doggy style' and I will do the same fur you," he urged.
I did not need any encouragement, I had been ready to plough Andy from the moment I first lay eyes on his big round butt in the shower cubicle, and my cock was throbbing with anticipation. Grabbing hold of his hips, I braced my knob up against his greased up pucker, and pulled him onto me.
"Aaaaahhhh" he groaned as I entered him, driving in my crown to its flared mushroom ridge, and then inch by slow inch I fed him my full nine inches of swollen meat. My balls were now squashed up against his smooth firm butt, when I felt Simon's pulveriser lining up with my rear orifice. I tried to force myself to relax and was pleasantly surprised to find his entry was quite painless and even pleasurable. However just as I was beginning to think that his fingers had done the trick in opening me up to accept his log, the middle, that thickest part of his seemingly endless appendage, stretched my sphincter to the limit and then some, and my bowels felt stuffed beyond belief.
"I can't take any more!" I felt like screaming, but bit down on my lip and forced myself to accept all of it. In what seemed like a dream like state I went with the flow, and accepted the enormity of his invasive weapon like a lover, as he encouraged me with soft crooning sounds and lovingly massaged my buttocks.
Simon had sensed my feelings, and stayed in me without further movement, allowing me to get use to the fullness I found almost paralytic. I had a sense of sereneness float over my whole being, and then, as he continued to stroke my shoulders and slid his hands under my armpits and down the sides of my torso, I felt a joy! His touch sent shivers through my whole being as he continued to caress my stomach and gently tweaked my nipples. I could feel his hot breath and soft kisses on my neck, nibbles and suction on my ear lobes, and then his hot moist tongue twisted itself in my ears, bathing them with his spital, and all the while he crooned to me like a baby. I was in rapture! Really relaxed, and set free. Never had a fuck buddy treat me like a lover... he made me feel so alive.
My dick which had softened after my own invasion, now grew and swelled to its full potential within Andy, and I found myself shunting my now relaxed and expanded tunnel over Simon's meaty rod. He had invaded my very soul, and it felt wonderful!
Cued in to my feelings, Simon took control. He could feel the difference in me, but remained gentle, loving and nurturing. He was in no hurry as he continued to massage my butt and occasionally had a feel of my drawn up balls, rolling my nuts between his fingers as he set the tempo for our tandem fuck. The feelings he created within me were simply awesome. I trembled with his every touch, loving his huge slab of meat that pulsed and flexed within the depths of my bowels. He was now a part of me, and the feel of his strong hands sent shivers down my spine and curled my toes. Never had I experienced such loving attention, and like a dry and barren earth, my body absorbed the shower of his spring fed water.
Every inch of me tingled as we neared our climax. I could feel Simon's tempo change up a notch and with it my own feelings heightened. It had been a long and glorious ride in unison, and now as he began to moan and utter unintelligible sounds, I too began to cry out along with Andy who wildly bucked his ass, as we all groaned and shivered with a mounting passion that would overtake our senses. Finally we were all there; at that point of ecstasy all men crave to attain and are but a fleeting moment of pure rapture. However wave after wave of these exquisite feelings flooded our flexing appendages as we spewed wads of creamy cum deep in the recesses of our respective orifices, and shivered in ecstasy.
This was the second time I had been fucked while I fucked someone, but it felt like a whole new ball game. Not only because the log within me was the biggest I had ever felt or seen, but the camaraderie I shared with these two gorgeous hunks felt so right, so normal, and perfectly natural.
The End