Three Studs and a Willing Hole - Part 3
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Part Three
So there I was, spent, weak at the knees and looking at three of the hottest hardons I had ever seen. I glanced at Tony. He had his fist around the base of his huge cock, squeezing tightly, glistening his pre-cum oozed over the top of the tightly cut head, a soft carpet of blonde hair cloaked his balls which were swollen and I swear were throbbing.
My head was light. I was full, even after all that had happened, of disbelief. You fantasize about this sort of thing, about your friends stripping in front of you, about their dicks, about their balls, about wrapping you eager tongue around their stiff cocks. Bulging, my eyes flicked toward Dom who occupied the other end of the sofa, naked as Tony and just as hot.
This young Adonis, with his sculptured pecs and tight abdomen still had his long, thick black hair tied back in a ponytail secured by a thin, leather strap. His body was devoid of hair except under his arms and around his gorgeous cock. Although I had already inspected his dick with my tongue, I couldn't help but stare at the hot member. Long, straight, and cut, it reached up to his belly button, seemingly desperate to have my mouth wrapped around its huge slender girth once more.
Although spent, my cock began to stir as I stared. A smile flicked across Dom's face and his hand ran slowly up and down his cock. I felt my balls begin to swell again, my cock harden and my face redden. Despite my embarrassment, my eyes looked into his and I saw what I knew I wanted, this man's cock buried deep in my arse. My cock throbbed and swelled. I couldn't believe how turned on these three were making me.
Dragging my sorry eyes away from Dom's I swept up the view of Dave, sitting alone in the chair to the left of the others. Here was a man I had wanted since the day I had met him. Masculine was the word that described Dave. He had long, wavy hair, neither as long as Dom's nor tied back. It rested on his shoulders in sweaty, loose curls that excited me even more. My eyes glanced down his body, to his chest, flecked with dark hair on the pecs, descending to a thin stream of fur that ran down to meet the patch of dark pubes that surrounded a cock bigger than any I had ever seen. It was easily as long as Tony's or Dom's but it was fatter, much fatter. My arse begged for satisfaction and I knew it wouldn't be long before it was accommodated.
I didn't know what to do or say. My right hand was tacky with drying cum and the head of my rampant cock glistened in the light. A throaty chuckle emerged from Dave's throat.
"Fucker's ready for cumming again!" he said.
The other two laughed and Tony stood up.
"He's 'aint gonna get off until he's sucked me dry." He said, hard cock thrusting out before him. He ran his hands up the inside of his tanned thighs and grabbed the base of his dick. He waved it up and down.
"D'ya want this?" He asked.
I didn't know what to say. My mind raced, full of doubt. I knew what was going on here. These three had guessed I was gay and they were gonna make full use of that fact. I wanted his cock, my own dick gave that away -pulsing and bobbing below my waist -, but I was hesitant about giving myself over completely to the game.
Tony stepped a little closer. My hungry eyes fixed themselves on his cock. It was huge; long and slender with its uncut head throbbing before me. I wrenched my eyes away and looked up at his blonde crowned face. He winked at me and my knees went weak.
"Who wants another beer?" he asked.
Dom and Dave volunteered they desire and I nodded in agreement.
"Come and help me then."
Tony walked past me and I caught my first sight of his naked arse. Christ! I could've knelt down there and then and started kissing his round pert cheeks but instead, my cock just sprang to attention.
I followed him into the kitchen and stood by the door as he opened the fridge. He bent to reclaim four cans and as he did so he paused as his eyes reached a level with my cock, which could've doubled for a compass had my head been north.
"Damn you've got a nice cock." He said.
I didn't know where to look, so I looked into his eyes. That same mischievous glint greeted me and as he locked into my gaze, he ran his tongue around his sweet, tantalising, lips. He got the response he wanted as he noted blood surge into my cock making it bob before his face.
He reached in and retrieved a couple of beers, handed them to me before fetching two more.
"Before we go back in, " he said, "I figure you want to suck me, yeah?"
I grasped for words. Of course I wanted to suck him! My lips moistened at the thought.
"But, I wanna check your tongue out before it gets anywhere important," he said sexily.
"What do you mean?" I asked stupidly.
He had stood up now and the full, muscular form of my fantasy stood before me.
He reached out and put his hand behind my head. My eyes must have betrayed my lust.
"No, not yet," he whispered and pulled my head towards his chest. I didn't resist as he lowered my face first to his chest and then to his left nipple.
"Show me!" He slurred into my ear.
I was overcome by lust. My cock felt harder than it had ever felt before. I thought I would burst right there and then, but regaining some sort of control, I flicked my tongue out and on to his perfect nipple.
He let out a short gasp as my warm and wet tongue rubbed over the tip of his semi-erect nipple. My arms wrapped around his waist and my eager tongue began to explore his chest. I ran the tip round the area of dark skin that separated his tit from his chest and I felt goose bumps rise over his torso.
"Oh, yeah. Suck my tits boy." He groaned softly, tightening his grip on my head.
I licked around and around his nipple, flicking my tongue delicately over the sensitive tip before sucking it into my mouth. His weakening knees only served to turn me on more and I began to slavishly lick at his tit.
My tongue took on a life of its own. Circling his hot bud, sucking on the flesh of his pecs I felt a small part of me give way. I wasn't sure that I care anymore. This man could do what he wanted to me as long as he let me roam free over his hard body. I glanced down and my eyes swallowed the view of his fantastic cock, standing upright and gleaming with pre-cum. I wanted to be sucking that, not his tits, but for now, I settled with driving him wild with my probing tongue.
He grasped my hair tightly and moved my face over to his right nipple. I quickly wet it with my saliva and, as it became erect, began to nibble gently on the tip. This drove him wild and he pushed my head on to his chest.
I inhaled a melody of aftershave, deodorant, and manly sweat, enough to make my cock swell to bursting point. Tony's hands ran down my back, gently stimulating my skin, rubbing over my spine and around my neck.
I sucked and licked at his nipple, voluntarily moving from one to the other, flicking my wet and eager tongue around the pert, erect mounds of flesh. He gripped the hair at the back of my head and pulled my face away from his body.
I looked into his deep blue eyes and saw myself reflected, my lust and my desire to please this man written in bold, sexy letters across my face. Christ. What was going on?
He smiled a smile that made my stomach turn; my knees threaten to excuse themselves from supporting my legs and my cock throb with painful desire. He bent down, moving his face close to mine.
I was transfixed; I couldn't have got away then, even if I'd wanted to. All I could see was the object of years of fantasy moving closer to my mouth. His lips parted and I saw them moisten as his tongue flicked over the flushed red flesh.
Gripping the hair on the back of my head, he planted his manly lips on mine and forced my mouth open with his virulent tongue. I conceded the pressure and opened my mouth allowing his tongue to thrust into my mouth.
He pulled me tightly against him and kissed me, long and hard. His lips pressed against mine and, with my eyes still locked into his, he began to flick his tongue around in my wet mouth. My own tongue reached out to his, but I was definitely the kissed here, not the kisser. His mouth stretched wide over mine, which opened to accommodate this forceful kiss.
Tony's tongue was now deep in my mouth, seemingly determined to polish my tonsils and make me cum there and then. His body was pressed up against mine and I could feel his cock rubbing against my own. Not for the first time that day, my mind raced.
I thought. Whatever they want, I'll do.
I felt Tony's free hand, brush down my left side and move around to my arse. Goose bumps sprung up over my flesh as he pulled my face further into his.
His smooth hand rubbed my arse cheek, stroking, pulling, kneading, before his finger slid down to my crack and pulled apart my buttocks.
By this time, I was lost in the sheer lust of it all. My tongue had complied and was playing a long and lustful game of tennis with his. My cock was vertical and rubbed up and down his huge cock. I could feel the heat of his balls between us and the slick, warm sensation of his sweat.
I wanted to suck this man's cock as if I had never wanted to suck a man's cock before. I needed to feel the throbbing head of Tony's masculinity spread my lips and slide into my mouth before penetrating my throat.
His tongue redoubled its efforts and lapped around the inside of my mouth with a lust only matched by own.
His hips thrust his cock against my, rubbing up and down, pulling my foreskin back and forwards over the head of my rampant cock.
I gave myself to him. I was his. He turned me on so much I knew that if he told me to dress in pantyhose I would, as long as I could feel his cock on my mouth or in my arse.
He pulled his mouth away from mind and, still grasping the back of my head, he smiled as he rubbed his crotch against mine.
"You like that?" he asked.
My words came in a harsh and throaty manner, "Yeah, I wanna suck your cock man."
Tony laughed and separated himself from me, his hand brushing against my cock as he turned to pick up the beers he had deposited on the side.
"You'll get what's coming to you slut." He said and then walked past me and into the lounge, where the others waited.