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`See The Good In All Things' o6
WriTten by T. Chase McPhee
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Paramedics on the scene, Steven, kneeling, says of Marco lying there, "I tried bringing him around, Tom, but..."
"Want to give us some room, Steven?"
What an actor!
Marco, upon making a sudden full recovery, spots out of the corner of an eye, the two hot paramedics which begin getting out their equipment to apply.
One of them, ordering Steven out of the way, makes Marco fall back into a groggy sleep. Lids heavy, they still flickered open and close to take in the handsome face, checking vitals.
He had hoped, as Steven had applied, a pair of lips, to breathe life back into him, 'Tom' there, yet to revive. No luck! Marco slowly blinks, almost like flirting, signaling he was still in the land of the living, a mistake on his part, to keep checking out vital signs.
One sign had apparently superceded the rest!
In a bold, manly voice, the one named, 'Tom', calls out, "never mind. I think he's coming out of it."
Steven and the younger paramedic stood.
Following conversation closely, Marco learns, as Tom directs, "you can pack up the gear Drew. Looks like we won't be needing it."
At this point Marco thought it best to quit acting, sitting up.
"Oh no. You," Tom puts a hand on Marco's back, another on his chest, making him recline once more, "you just lie there and take it easy, uh..."
"Marco," Steven names the victim.
Tom comforts, "I doubt there's more wrong with you other than taking a few gulps of water down the wrong tube."
Drew and Steven look at each other, mimic something to the effect, that Tom is going beyond protocol, yet both know any man could faint at the sight of the paramedic hunk.
"I have to ask for my report, Marco, when you fell into the pool, you didn't feel dizzy prior to doing so?"
Steven gulps, with the possibility of being named the culprit.
Marco saw the friendly-fear gesture, saying "nah. I think I misjudged the edge of the pool and lost my footing."
"I see," Tom says sarcastically, standing. He then keys in on Steven's abs. "Got a rash on your stomach, Steven?"
If Marco had x-ray vision, he could have viewed the tight pecs, rippled abs under Tom's shirt, which would tell him possibly Steven and he were not the only ones who participated in creating 'pink-bellies'.
"Allergies," Steven replies.
He gives Tom a certain look, Tom knowing he's being fibbed to. After all, it's how Steven and Tom first met, at the gym, each gloating on how muscled and hard their abs were, which brought on a gut-punching match!
"You won't be lying to me now, Steven?"
Friends, Tom took the liberty of running the back of a hand against Steven's fuzzy, rippled abs, then, as he says, "I see," forms a fist and leans in on it.
Lying there, having eased up onto his elbows, the view of the two, one with a hand pressing into abs, it began turning Marco on immensely. Getting on his feet, "hey, look. I'm all better!"
For a moment there Tom's eyes were fixed on Steven. When Marco's head appears on their level, he drops his hand and addresses his victim, "hey there, cowboy," Tom's attention focuses on a different perspective, Marco upright.
It's then Marco does the math, Tom going beyond a simple act of horseplay, from feeling up Steven's thickly-rippled abs, to running a hand down his shoulder, to forearm, "oh man."
Cordially, Tom says, "what, baby?"
Swallowing, Marco extends his thoughts, "if you proved out not to gay, literally, I would've needed some CPR!"
So taken in by eye to eye contact, Tom's chin drifts in Marco's direction, "still, I better check to make sure you are fully recovered!"
Poor Steven, having to stand there and watch Tom take control of Marco's lips, it was sheer torture, wanting the same for himself. Yet, unconsciously, a hand was rubbing up and down the pink area of his belly and soon it became inevitable, the other hand floating over the top of his cock, palm over the tip, then down the unworked side.
After the one-hit kiss, Marco asks, "why'd you stop?"
Like he owned it, Tom has the audacity to grab Steven's hard shaft out of the owner's hand, "we wouldn't want a perfectly good erection to go to waste now, would we?"
"Um," Steven looks to Marco, returning his eyes to Tom, "of course not."
If they were in private, behind closed doors, among a group of friends who would understand the jargon, the actions of gathered roleplayers, Tom and Steven could keep up the dialogue, which after an hour of more would have the place reek of semen.
Dropping his hand off Steven's junk, Tom picks up a clipboard, "so, I guess I'll put it in my report, two guys horsing around in the pool?"
"Yeah, that's what we were doing," Steven didn't contest.
It's then Tom realizes his sidekick hadn't said a peep, "what tha?" he looks around.
Spotting a conclave with Dean and Sean, two on one, in the beginning throes of dismantling the paramedic's uniform, "hey, cut it out. Remember, you're on duty, Drew!"
For a few seconds Drew's heart had sunk into the pit of his stomach, but seeing his co-worker there, one eye cocked, a hand on his junk, he says a cool, "oh," rebuttoning shirt up the middle, "I guess I got a little carried away."
Rather than reprimand, Tom, who thought it kind of moving, seeing Sean, leaning over Drew's chest, slurping over a nip, Dean on his knees, fidgiting with his sidekick's belt buckle, "five minutes till quitting time. Maybe I should take the truck back and leave you here?"
Placing a hand on Tom's shoulder, Steven says, "then double back and check that Marco's fully recovered?"
Turning and rubbing knuckles over Marco's abs, Tom says, "sounds like a plan."
With that Tom, who quickly glances at Drew, shirtless, Dean and Sean picking up where they left off, heads out the gate, he almost wishes he had instructed his co-worker to return the truck. Sitting there in the cab of the ambulance, he wanted to whip out his dick and jerk off, but instead put on the siren and lights and tore out of there.
Marco asks Steven, not which he wasn't familiar, "is Tom into that too?"
"Gut-punching? Major turn on."
Just about anything could get Ethan stirred up, which is why the muscle cub was sitting in a lounge chair, totally in the buff. Legs spread so feet, they hung over the edge, splitting everything wide open. While he watching the interaction between Dean, Sean, he instructed the latter to move a little to the right, taking in the sight of Steven, Marco and Tom unfolding. But now, Drew added, Ethan had his hands full!
Or rather, the trio of bottoms, mouths full!
While Marco was being rescued, Ethan had come from the house and parked himself in one of the PVC lounge chairs. Sure, Steven could afford something more unique, elaborate, but there was a hitch. Custom designed, the chair could be altered at will.
It's only now, Marco reacts to the sight of the three working Ethan over, "oh wow!"
Glancing between Marco and the sight of his two employees and the paramedic, orally working the warehouse department manager, Steven entices, "if you like what you see, we can either get you in the same position, or...join in?"
Right now though, Marco was licking his chops, anticipating Drew's position perhaps. Having altered the custom chair, a two straps had been loosened, from under Ethan's butt. Using a thin inflatable, Drew lay on his back, shimmied up under the chair.
What Marco stare at, Drew's stomach pressing against the vinyl slats, his face was equally up against Ethan's ass, which gave him the impression, "like wow, is he doing what I think he's doing?"
Rather lose Marco to the four-way going on, Steven swallows his top-side-pride, "that could very well be you?!"
Hinting, Steven's orignal plan had been shuffled to the back of his mind. Having already fallen for Marco's total physique, pound-cake chest, tough-looking abs and what hung between the legs, he wasn't about to give that up to being shared.
"Me?" Marco couldn't tear his eyes away.
Figuring Marco needed more of a hint, other than breathing on his neck, Steven places a hand on the ass, rubbing it and then two digits softly pressed into the crack, "how'd you like to have my tongue in there?"
It made Marco jump, having Steven's fingers invade his privacy, "oh!"
Literally, having never had anything there, Marco turns to face Steven, which has his host saying, "don't tell me you're a virgin?"
Innocent smile, Marco says, "not yet."
His smile made Steven smile, "really? Me too."
Both had had thoughts of will and desire before, which made it seem like a stalemate.
Marco stood rigid, "you don't bottom?"
Always being the case, five minutes ago Steven had thought of the compromising position he might be faced with and smitten with not only facial looks, those sturdy pecs, what he envisioned as punch proof abs, "haven't, yet!"
With dozens of hot men at the gym, or coming back to his private in-home workout space, not once has Steven had to compromise his virginity.
"So, is that a yes or a no?"
"For?" Steven questions, but can pretty well guess.
So sure of himself, Marco takes the initiative, walking over to a lounge on the opposite, more secluded area of the pool and in sitting, "is my butt about where those straps give away?"
Rubbing hands together, nervous fashion, Steven replies, "ah yeah," he gulps spit, "you're seated in the right place."
Replicating Ethan's position, feet stretched out over the edge, Marco's hard shaft and big balls are all nestled in a thick patch of hair, an enticing delight for any hungry bottom, "what are you waiting for, then?"
Truthfully, a glorified submissive at gut-punching or other physical activity, like pound-cake-pounding, Steven was more interested in working some dude's ass with his thick shaft.
Quick thoughts, if Ethan hadn't ordered his caterer to bring a night's worth of food to the house...well, things don't work to the good, without a reason, "oh good!"
Half-primes, Marco had looked forward to a mouth on his dick, or some guy 'having a seat', but postpones things, watching Steven scurry off towards the gate.
"Just in time," Steven approaches the gate.
In walks a jacketed gentleman, white shirt, no tie. Bearded, shades sit on the bridge of his nose.
Marco sits, unconsciously stroking, saying of the tall, dark, gorgeous man, "oh wow."
Since no others are worried about being totally naked, Marco thinks nothing of getting up from the lounge chair and walking over to where Steven is chatting with the gentleman.
Apparently, Steven has furnished information about his guest. The 'suit' walks up to Marco and without warning, grabs hold of both nips with tight fingers and thumbs, utters, "hell, yeah," and then reels him in for a tight lip-lock.
Marco is totally surprised out of his gourd by the bearded Latino. So taken in by kissing and having both nips tweaked, it doesn't phase him that other men are bringing supplies in through the gate!
Backing off with the kissing, "mm-m, I could make a meal out of these!"
By touch, Marco was already feeling the indications, nips wired, "how about my leaking cock?"
Wanting the afternoon to last into the late night hours, Steven intervenes, placing himself, literally, in between the two, "uh, plenty of time to sort things out."
Realizing he's been moving too fast, the suit reaches an arm between Steven's forearm and side of the stomach, "Carlos Yamas." With a grin, "Yamas Catering at your service!"
Even though Carlos' shirt and jacket were pressed against Steven's bare abs, from the rear, it felt kind of cool having Marco's 'poke' pressing inwards.
Once again in an attempt to denounce the invasion, Steven reaches for the buttoned shirt, "staying, Carlos?"
Making an impression, Carlos licks his lips, "wouldn't miss it for the world!"
Marco giggles, "anything else on your mind?"
Having shucked the jacket himself, Steven stretches the open shirt over Carlos' shoulders. Walking behind Carlos, the shirt amply flakes from skin.
Placing hands behind his head, Carlos assumes the position, elbows up, flaunting hairy pits. Flanking both muscled pecs, a covering of dark hair gives way to a stripe down a 'V' shaped bod, covered with the same lush thatch.
"Wow!"
It's not the first time the 40-year old has gotten the same attention when unveiling muscled pecs, tight abs, outlined by broad shoulders and slim waist, "I take it you like what you see?"
From behind, Steve clues him in, "and trust me, Marco can well make it worth your while!"
Dropping both arms, Carlos goes right to his belt, "then what are we waiting for?"
Slacks falling to his ankles, Carlos holds onto one side of the beltline. Stepping out, his full briefs jiggle, apparently balls shifting with lifting each foot.
Steven takes on the part of valet, holding jacket, shirt, pants, bending to pick up shoes which had been kicked off.
"Nice," Marco acts with a modest opinion, staring down at Carlos' striped briefs.
Showing he can be easy going, Carlos, as he thumbs the elastic waistline, "you like them?"
Marco remarks, "more than you can imagine!"
Steven already knew, from having hundreds of parties, being catered solely by Yamas!
"Oh, by the way," Carlos turns around.
Holding Carlos' shirt and jacket over the right arm, pants over the left, shoes dangling from two fingers, it left Steven's midsection wide open, "ugh-h-h-h!"
Marco is witness to Steven caving in, throwing clothing to the ground, clutching his abs in both arms, "that was so fuckin' dirty, Carlos!"
Laughing, "yeah, I know," Carlos laughs his ass off!
Wanting to get in on the action, Marco taps Carlos on the shoulder, "hey."
"Yes?" Carlos innocently turns around, the toothy smile on his face.
Steven gets the last laugh, watching Carlos hang on the hook of Marcos' right hand!
"Oh shit!"
Not sure he had overstepped himself, Marco, after withdrawing his fist from the pit of Carlos' stomach, doesn't show much regret, "I hope that was hard enough?"
Of course Carlos' rock hard abs could take it, but obliging his guest, he straightens up and from cradling his gut, places hands behind head, "that best you can do?"
Unlike Steven's bulky bod, even though very muscled, and older, Marco questions, "are you sure about that?"
From behind, Steven weaves his own abs, snatching Carlos up in a full nelson, "of course he's sure!"
Dense bod fat, the position made Carlos' hairy bod seem flexed with muscles everywhere.
"Hmm," Marco teases, "how about here?"
Carlos sighs, the 40-year old dropping his back, in agony over Marco mashing and pulling on both nips.
In an act of surrender, Carlos keeps both hands behind his head as Steven reliquishes control. Sliding both hands down Carlos' sides, his hands weave around the thighs. In no time he finds a rock hard shaft.
"Have enough?" Marco asks, not sure how much is 'how much'.
"Never enough," Carlos sighs in pleasure and pain.
Actions speaking louder, reaching for Marco's cock, forces Steven's shaft up against Carlos' ass, announcing, "looks like we got outselves a pain-pig here!"
Five seconds later Marco stops.
"Oh. What'd you stop for?"
Steven felt 'that one', his back flung against the fence, Marco having delivered a hefty gut punch to Carlos' abs wall!
Carlos sighs a long, "ugh-h-h-h! Oh fuck, yeah!"
For the love of gut-punching, Marco steps forward and pinning both men to the fence, takes both side of Carlos' head and kisses him.
Probably Marco couldn't detect, but Carlos' elbow pressed up against Steven's stomach, the two could tell what was coming.
"Ugh-h! Oh shit!"
Wowwed beyond belief, with Carlos' fist gutting him, Marco had collapsed to the pavement, holding his abs.
Carlos jokes, "surprising, Steven. I thought he could take more than that," followed by a hefty amount of laughter.
On his knees, it was of no imposition for Marco to spring up and holding back a little, catches Carlos in the nuts!
"Oh-h-h-sh-hit!"
Of course, even though a spontaneous reaction, Marco, after the fact, thinks he's probably about to be ejected from Steven's estate, "oops. Sorry 'bout that. You okay?"
Both hands holding his junk, Carlos, lying on his side, rolls over onto his back.
Nonchalantly, Steven says, "I think he'll recover."
The light-heartedness of the demeanor of Steven's voice, gave Marco an indication he hadn't maimed his victim, "are you sure?"
Carlos, still clutching himself and groaning, Steven shares, "Carlos is into everything and anything."
"Really?"
Steven turns to victim of ball abuse, "will you stop being a sissy, Carlos and get up?"
An actor at heart, for years Carlos has been honing his skills. Punches to the gut, balls, pec-pounding, an occasional strap to the back or ass, other stuff, there wasn't much ground Carlos wasn't willing to cover.
Easing up on his balls, Steven helps him to stand by giving hand, while Carlos says, "I hope I got you hard?"
"I already was, but it wasn't over punching you in the balls. I mean," Marco sounds almost apologetic, "my aim was above your navel. I hope I didn't," he gulps, "damage anything?"
Walking towards Marco, Carlos was with open arms, "why don't we talk about it over a beer?"
With the caterers setting up, Dean and Sean felt obligated to spring into action, which left Drew to be playful around Ethan.
"How am I doing?" Drew takes a break from sticking his tongue deep into Ethan's ass crevice.
"I'd be more stimulated by your tongue topside?!"
He hadn't even noticed, the two other desserters, "oh, where'd Dean and Sean go?"
Standing at the foot of the chaise lounge, Ethan could tell how much Drew was liking to lick. Reaching forward, flexing abs, he grabs hold of 'the handle', reeling him in, "who needs them, when I've got you!"
Thrown off balance, by the power of Ethan's hand pulling on his tube, Drew had to grab both side of the chair, "yum!"
Always wanting to have children, Ethan hints, "why don't you start on my pecs, son?"
Like he didn't have secret thoughts of his own, Drew responds, "I'd love to, dad!"
Since Ethan's pecs were closer to his lips, they engaged in some sweet father and son love-making.
Meanwhile, Dean and Sean had involved themselves in prep for the impending evening party. As always, by Steven's repeated requests, he didn't have to inquire about Pierre's availability for the night, guarateed through years of association with Carlos.
Pierre LeBlanc has been with Yamas Catering since Carlos' father ran the business. Early in his career, right out of food service school, it was the first position Pierre held, after learning the ropes of the business, subsequently succeeding as assistant manager of the catering service, when Carlos' father passed on.
Leaving the business to his only child, Carlos modernized the whole company, which in turn made all of the employees dissatisfied with the new goals and either quitting or taking a buyout. Though, always having a crush on Carlos, Jr., Pierre had a fond liking to not only the persona, but how business was now conducted.
In order to hold onto his job for all those years, for those in the employ who knew, Pierre had to take precautions not to divulge his 'gay side'. He remembers once, the boss alluding to him being gay, out of rumors, lying, that he was straight. It was a dream come true, the elder Yamas exiting the catering business, his 'gay' son at the controls!
Even before the old man's demise, Carlos and Pierre knew about each other, which is why there was hardly a transition when the owner announced he was listing the company as a 'gay-friendly' business. From first posting the ad as such, busy booming, Carlos kept the hiring fair; gay, straight, whatever else. However, when it came to set up for a Steven Steves party, he made sure Pierre arranged appropriately for the gay client.
No stranger to being in Dean and Sean's company, Pierre had met them from the start, when the pair graduated from college.
Cousins, Dean and Sean's fathers being brothers, the two a year apart, grew up friends and in latter teen years more feeling like a couple. Both fathers divorced and no mother on the scene, they more or less raised each other. Upper middle class and living in the same neighborhood, their residences were two houses apart. However, floor-space-wise, one block was like walking three city blocks!
Coming of age the two owe knowing about stuff to each other, finding out things they could not answer for themselves, from internet searches. With no restrictions on x-rated sources, Dean and Sean would often act out situations geared to their own sexual pleasures. They found out stuff like, as they aged, how come Sean was completely smooth and Dean with chest and stomach hair, why Dean liked his ass played with and eventually invaded, whereas Sean liked doing it, and kinky stuff, like Dean getting tied to the bed and being deprived of jerking off, while Sean took pleasure in making working his hands around private parts, only to back off, leaving his cousin in sheer torture!
Pre-college, both graduating high school the same year, Dean, nineteen, Sean eighteen, prom night they didn't have dates, but saved the special high school event for each other.
It's the night Sean held Dean's legs in the air for the first time and nervously asked, "ready?"
First biting a lip, then speaking his mind, Dean replied, "I guess."
It hurt like hell, but Dean, manning up, screamed, "keep going, dammit-Sean!"
Even though love for his cousin comprimised their first-time, Sean grabbed at Dean's sides, digging his shaft deeper inside.
After several times of easing himself in and out, Sean asks, "you okay?"
Dean, feeling the pain subside, pleasure take over, "more than okay," he managed to crack a smile.
Tenseness eluding him, Sean relaxed enough to develop a rhythm and soon they both found release, Sean jerking Dean off.
Then, 'splat', Sean fell over onto Dean's front. Falling asleep like that, they awoke nearly in the same position, Sean having slid to the right of Dean's slicked bod, the night before.
Rightfully, they were instructed not to call Steven, 'Uncle Steven', but being both their dads had perished in a plane crash and left almost destitute, Steven felt for the pair. He hadn't known, until the fatal crash, Sean and Dean occasionally being abused, smacked or worse, for the simple crime of 'being gay'. However, he knew of friends who have and his heart went out to the boys. Being very successful in business he reached out to the pair, brought them into his household, fed, clothed them and presently paying out college expenses, including tuition. He never wanted anything in return, but the pair insisted on helping out where they could.
Quite by accident they were naked in the pool the day Pierre came round to finalize the set up for a party.
At 19 and 20-years old, Sean and Dean had just entered their first year of college and after just one week, were ready for some R&R.
Pierre, as always, had knocked before letting himself in the back gate. He called out for Steven and by chance thought maybe Ethan might be around.
"If you're looking for Steven, he's not around," Dean had said.
Sean added, "Ethan neither."
Pierre, at the time a year younger, at fifty-one, could only stand there and gaze at the ripples in the water!
Not shy, Sean, the smooth, muscular cousin swims over to the where he knew, standing, the water line would keep him partially hidden, says, "see something you like, dad?"
Blonde, no one could tell where Sean's pubes began, but a hand very much clued Pierre in.
With attention drawn to one, Pierre didn't notice Dean's armstrokes until his bod stands upright, water flushing down, "you like'em hairy or smooth, dad?"
Hidden meaning, Sean turns to Dean, "wouldn't that be sweet?"
Pierre knew, "hairy? Smooth? I like'em any way they come!"
All business and hardly any time for pleasure, it's the first time in a number of years Pierre and mixed both.
For the most part of the afternoon Pierre responded to the calling of 'dad'. Not having any children of his own, other some other 'cubs', he slowly became accustomed to responding with, 'son'.
From when the duo began stripping Pierre down, leading him over to a lounge chair and totally servicing and serving him, the catering manager knew he was hooked.
"You wanna dry off first, Sean?"
"Dry off?" Pierre inquires, laid back in the lounge chair, flaunting that totally hairy bod, from beard to bottom of balls and beyond.
His hands were already on the arms of Pierre's chair, feet on the pavement, thighs split, ready to towel himself off, "with all this fur," Sean says, "plenty of absorbtion for both of us!"
However Sean hesitates as Pierre lifts a hand and begins feeling up his balls, almost dangling in a yearning face.
"Yeah," Dean says, stroking himself, "go for it Dad!"
Grabbing Sean's balls, thumb and finger forming an 'O', Pierre gives a tug.
With control, Sean leans in until he can feel Pierre's open mouth on the tip of his shaft.
"Yeah, work it daddy," Dean coaxes.
Beginning with slathering up the outer surfaces, Pierre is in ecstacy, gruntling with 'food' in his mouth, "dm-m-gr-r."
Dean, still gently stroking himself, "I think he's trying to say something."
Grabbing Sean by the shoulders, pulling him out of Pierre's mouth, Dean says, "time for phase two."
"Phase two?" Pierre says, wiping the saliva from his mouth with the back of a hand, realizing his 6c is as stiff as tree stump!
With precision, like they had done it over and over and over again, Dean turns his back to the fifty-two year old cub, gently laying with his back over Pierre's fuzzy chest.
"Hm-m, nice rug, dad!"
It made Pierre smile, "thanks, 'son'!"
Then what Pierre didn't expect, not which much was familiar to him, two guys playing on one, the twenty year old turning his head to smooch!
Meanwhile, Sean had suited up his hard shaft.
Then, opening his eyes, as Sean bends to the lounger, Pierre protests, "oh no. Don't go there. I..."
"Don't worry dad. I'm not."
Before he can think, not which Pierre was up to at the moment, doing much of, he feels Sean's balls graze the tip of his hard cock, "I said..."
"Cool it dad."
He did, feeling Dean, back to his bod, arch his back. There was no relief, that he was being impaled, "no. You're not," of Sean stabbing his cousin in the ass!
"Oh fuck yeah, Sean!"
After in and out a couple of times, Pierre by this time helping Sean to fuck Dean, Sean says, "now you're turn pops!"
He felt a hand on his shaft. It wasn't his. Slowly he feels the tip of his dick go from lukewarm to hot.
"Fuck yeah!"
It's then Pierre is drawn up into the euphoria of the three way, himself and Dean getting fucked, Sean controlling the well-oiled machinery.
"Damn!"
This was an idea, spawned by watching an x-vid, though prior to their first endeavor, Sean has fucked Dean over and over hundreds of times. He couldn't remember the first time, but early on in their teen discovery, Sean began to discover his flexibilty trait, of being able to stick his shaft in his cousin and while he pumped in and out, could bend over, crook his neck and at the same time suck cock!
"You're like..." Pierre couldn't find the words to describe Sean, taking Dean down the gullet to where his nose nestled in the cousin's bush.
Popping off with a slurp, Sean replaces lips with a stroking hand, "so flexible?"
He didn't wait for Pierre's rebound, hand giving way to lips.
"Yeah."
It seemed to go on forever, Sean fucking Dean, while sitting on Pierre's cock, fucking himself with jacknifed ups and downs, occasionally bending to take Dean's stiff 8c down the choking zone.
What was about twenty minutes, seemed like it took forever and the trio to yell out in immense pleasure. As they did, Dean latched on to Pierre's lips, Sean sucking all the goo out of his cousin's tube.
When all pumped out, Sean lay on his back, between Pierre's feet, gasping for air.
Dean had slipped down Pierre's bod, his butt in the crevice of two thighs.
Pierre's hands were on his head, exclaiming, "oh man, that was so fucking hot!"
It started out seeming kind of, 'gross,' as Pierre tagged it, Sean reaching down, carefully removing his dad's condom, then tipping it to his lips, sucking the juice out. Dean replicated the same tasty moment with Sean's spunk. Lying there, his cock up against Dean's ass, Pierre wasn't so sure of being the grossest thing he's ever witnessed....at least that's what his cock was telling him!
Since, the cousins have taken the burden off of their Uncle Steven, staying at their dad's place and commuting to whever they are needed, like to clean the pool or vacuum the house, other duties.
More than that, they've become a regular, going along with Pierre, to parties and causing the same kind of reaction as that first time when they did a threeway. They're also expanded their horizons, like today, showering up and manscaping before becoming live dinner platters for a catering affair.
"I don't know about this, Pierre," Steven says.
Marco was in the dark, "know about what?"
Embarrassed to say, "want to explain it, Pierre?"
Pierre goes on to explain, not the first time he has had the Heck cousins shower and then under his own precision, trim with electric clippers, then a razor, areas of their bods. From there they dry off and lay down tables.
Thinking he was getting a picture of it all, "not cannibals?"
"Hardly," Pierre puts a reassuring hand on Marco's shoulders, "then, in an artistic fashion, my staff will arrange food on their bods in an artistic pattern of grand design."
"Oh. Wow."
Carlos, who has returned from the kitchen, catches wind of their conversation, "yeah. More than 'wow' though, as guests return again and again to the serving tables," he looks to Steven.
"That's the problem," not which he had to worry about how much he had in the bank, "it costs me and arm and leg each time the tables are refilled!"
Carlos jokes, "but I love leftovers!"
Marco laughs, holding his shaft, "oh, I'm sure I can accommodate you with that!"
Steven adds, "ever have your cock next to another man's, while getting sucked, Marco?"
Gazing at Carlos with an evil smile on his lips, Steven says, "me neither!"
Carlos loved the hint. There wasn't much he has either gotten into, or was willing particpant for, "would that be before or after you two work me over?"
Marco, who had toyed with the idea himself, "being kind of selfish, Carlos?"
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