Hope you enjoy.....as always, appreciate your comments and suggestions.
"I thought I'd surprise you." I said as we sat in the car. "I didn't..."
"You didn't do anything." He cut me off. "I lost my concentration, that's all."
His strong fingers slide around my neck, pulled me close. His lips brushed against my forehead as he guided my face to his crotch. I could feel his solid flesh-pole pound, hard and ready. I mouthed him, chewed the thick shaft. His fingers gripped tighter, ground his throbbing meat against my mouth. I gnawed the growing circle of dampness in his sweats, until I finally pulled them down to release the engorged purple cock-crown. A stream dripped from the swollen piss-slit. Tony groaned loudly, I licked his mushroom, sipped the sweet-salty juice, finally trapped the knob between my lips. I inched my way down his steely rod, the crown bumped the back of my throat. He slowly began to fuck my mouth savoring the feel of his bulky shaft nearly choking me. All too soon he pulled out.
"Too close." He whispered. His hand guided my head further between his legs. I smothered my face in his hairy ball-bag; savoring the heat, the powerful essence - the heated sweat. I sucked in one goose-egg. He groaned, hands running through my hair. My hand slide under his shirt, the dense hair soaked in sweat, his nipples rigid, excited.
"Oh shit." His words were barely audible.
I looked up, followed his gaze to the passenger window. All we could see was the lower half of a bare midriff and a hand beat a stiff uncut dick, pre-jizz pelted the window. I sat up in shock while Tony just grabbed and twisted his nuts, making his monster-meat throb madly in the air. That was enough for the guy, he slapped his crank wetly against the window, stood back and unloaded. Ropes of creamy, rich spunk oozed wetly down the glass. He slapped the drenched windowpane with his softening log. Tony rolled down the window a few inches.
"Enough Max," Tony said loudly. "You got your nuts off, leave us alone."
The man leaned down, blond beard covering his brawny face. "Sure, thanks for the show guys." And he was gone.
Tony started the car then guided my hand back to his bared prick, still iron stiff. "He's a good guy, doesn't mean anything."
We didn't speak on the short ride back to his hotel. In his room, I dropped my bag and headed to the john. I clumsily slipped out of my clothes as I relieved my bladder. Naked and I hard, I went back. The sight of him stopped me. His bulky form, face down on the bed; his massive staff bent awkwardly between his spread legs. The muscled globes of his butt spread open. The room already reeked from his sweat.
I ran my fingers through the forest of dark fur covered muscular mounds, tickled a finger tip down the cleft, cupped his furry balls for a moment and traced the engorged vein. The moment after my finger sopped up the drop from his slit, my hand surrounded the burning flesh and my tongue was prepared for the return journey. I lightly licked the shaft. He moaned, lifted slightly, begged me to suck his cock. My hand guided the bloated tip to my mouth. I suckled the purple crown and was rewarded with a gush of sweet, salty juice. He pushed further but I had other ideas.
I continued to stroke him gently. My tongue continued it's slow ascent, my mouth chewed his nads lightly. His cock, too painfully bent backwards; he thrust his hips back, his erection righted itself tightly up against his belly. I dove between the spread cheeks, my tongue found it's target. He purred. I licked and slurped at the tense, pink pucker; tried to pierce the tightness. I reached beneath him to play with his stiff man-meat, the bud began to gently open.
I swiped back and forth across the hairy-lined crack. My lips traced across the fuzzy ass, a damp trail of saliva crisscrossed his skin. I moved over him; my hard-on nestled between his shoulder blades and balls jammed against the nape of his neck. I pulled the mighty cheeks apart and fingers tips stretched the wrinkled skin, my tongue ravaged his gaping asshole. I alternated tongue and fingers, relaxing, stretching. He whimpered, bucked on the bed when fingers poked and prodded further into him.
There was a sharp intake of breath when my index finger slipped in past the second knuckle. I again reached under to stroked him. I wriggled the finger, his prick throbbed. I moved back down between his legs, spit on the expanded circle and began to work two fingers through the ring. There was no sound from him when I slapped his left cheek. The tension eased. I snaked my fingers slowly up his ass-channel. I poked and prodded inside him.
"Oh yeah!" He whimpered, my hand was filled with a stream of jizzum.
"Roll over." I told him.
"No." He whispered knowing what was going to happen. "Tommy, Please?"
"Tony, roll over." I slapped his ass again.
He did as I asked. Legs spread and bent he opened for me. I grabbed some lube from my bag, coated my stiff dick. I briefly mouthed his rod while I aimed myself at his now gaping opening. The head pierced him, a slight grimace crossed his face. I let him adjust to the invading thickness before I eased myself slowly through the tightness. I slide in to the root.
I kissed him lightly and whispered. "Relax." I flexed my cock, his steely horse-meat throbbed, trapped between us. I pulled back, rammed back into his ass. I plunged again and again, hard. His lips sought mine, our tongues battled while I felt his hands on my ass, pulled me deeper inside him. The end neared fro both of us. I hammered, short jabbing strokes. He chest heaved, bucked against me one last time. His ass muscles contracted violently when he came. I knew each spasm that strangled the base of my pole triggered another a rich, river of cream up his spurting shaft. An electric shock surged from my balls, I buried myself and exploded. Jet after jet of thick cum-honey filled his insides.
Exhausted, I fell against him. Held me tightly in his arms, we rolled onto our sides and slept.
I woke 45 minutes later. I slipped out of Tony's arms, he continued to sleep, snoring softly. I took a quick shower. As I dried myself I heard a short knock at the door. I wrapped the towel around me, Tony continued to sleep. I opened the door, it was Terry and Sammy.
"Just stopped by to see if the two of you wanted to get a bite to eat?" Terry asked, trying to peak through the door. I'm not sure what he was hoping to see.
"Who is it?" Tony's voice boomed from the other side of the room.
"Just us." Sammy replied and barged into the room. "Just wondering if if you guys wanted to go out for dinner? Unless of course you've already eaten?"
Terry and Sammy both tried not to -snicker. If the disheveled bed wasn't enough, when Tony stood up, the crusted remains of dried spunk glittered through the curly hair of his chest and abdomen. He came up behind me, wrapped an arm around my waist. The towel dropped, I could feel the soft log of his plump dick nestle in my ass-crack, a cupped my groin.
"Not tonight, boys. We'll be eating in." He spun me around, after a quick kiss, he added, "Don't let the door hit you on the way out!" His lips were once more on mine. I heard the door softly shut. "Join me in the shower?" His massive hands massaged my ass.
"You shower, I'll order food. What do you want?" His smile spoke volumes.
"Order a pizza, with everything." His voice faded into the bathroom.
I called room-service. And then decided to join him in the shower.
I woke early the next morning and went for an early morning run, before the heat of the day would make it impossible. I ran for an hour, stopped for coffee and returned to the hotel by 9:00. Tony had just woken up.
"Hey lover-boy." He smiled cheerfully when I handed him the coffee.
"So," I asked. "What do you want to do today?"
He pulled me down to him and whispered in my ear. "Fuck your ass raw."
I playfully struggled away and answered. "You did that last night, let's give it a rest, okay?" I reached under the sheet, found what I expected. He was rock hard. I bent over and took him down my throat.
There was a knock at the door. "Ignore it." He voice hushed. "They'll go away."
But they were insistent. I opened the door, expecting Terry and Sammy again. But it was a young man, late 20's in shorts and a tight t-shirt that did little to hide a chiseled chest.
"Oh!" He seemed startled. "I was looking for Tony, isn't this his room?"
"C'mon in Jess." Tony yelled from the bed.
The young man came into the room, still bewildered at my presence. "Tom, this is Jessie. He's the Titanic Twosome's number one fan, been following us everywhere. I think I told you about him. Jessie, this is Tom."
I remember him telling me, the guy that gagged when he tried to give Tony a blow job.
"I wanted to know if you would join me for breakfast?" Jess asked tentatively. "Maybe another time, I don't want to interrupt anything."
I sensed he was uncomfortable and tried to give him an out. "Don't worry about me. I'm drenched in sweat, I could use a shower."
"Why bother." Tony's voice stopped me in my tracks. "You're just going to get sweaty again." Before I could respond, he quickly added. "We were just about to eat when you knocked. I'm sure Tom wouldn't mind..."
Tony had thrown back the sheet. He gripped the base of his shaft, his towering member stood bloated and rigid. By the time I'd walked over to him I was stripped down to my jockstrap. In one swallow, he was buried down my throat.
"Oh yes." He moaned loudly. He looked over at Jess. "No one can suck dick like my Tommy" His fingers massaged my scalp.
I looked up at the stunned Jessie. His hands had instinctively gone to his crotch. Tony motioned him closer. He moved, mesmerized. Tony unbuckled his belt, fumbled with the zipper of his shorts. Jess pulled off his shirt, muscled chest, chiseled abdomen. The shorts fell to the floor, followed by his boxers. His body shaved, except a small trimmed triangle above his cock. The hard uncut member curved slightly. His legs trembled at Tony's stroke. The foreskin pulled back, a bead of moisture appeared atop the red slit.
I moved to him, my tongue brushed the sensitive flange, lips curled around the head. He sighed gently, then began to slowly feed me his meat. Tony slipped an arm around his hip, Jess spread his legs slightly. I knew where Tony's fingers played.
"Yes, yes." Jessie purred. My lips gummed around the broad base of his shaft.
My horny cum-gun was in serious need of attention and I was not about to play with myself. I eased back on the bed, pushed and twisted Jess until his mouth found my dick. No expert for sure but he tried. I let him set the pace, he sucked gently, slow as if to savor each solid inch. Meanwhile, Tony moved up by my head, legs spread around my shoulders. I watched his face disappear between Jess' ample ass. In minutes, Jess began to fuck my face; short, quick, savage thrusts.
"So good." He murmured. His back arched as he rested on his elbows and reveled in the pleasurable sensations.
"Thanks." Tony finally responded. "Tom's the master. You need to take a ride on his tongue." He slapped Jess' ass loudly.
Not waiting to be asked twice, he was up in a flash. Tony moved out of the way to allow Jess more room. He sat over me and planted his sweat-slicked ass down on my face. I tongue swiped the crack. It must have been freshly shaven, not a hint of stubble. His hole quickly accepted my tongue, the puckered ring opened easily, I flicked at it repeatedly. He began to bounce allowing me to plunge my tongue deeper up his canal. He jerked himself off, I felt the occasional whack of his bone on my chest.
My balls were enveloped in warmth, Tony inhaled them both into his mouth. My rod ached painfully, I could feel the constant slick ooze.
"I'm close." Jess breathed. "Suck him, Tony. I want to see you eat his cock. Make me cum?" He pleaded.
I felt the tongue at my belly, no doubt to lick up the silvery pool of nut-sauce that dripped. He pushed at the root of my dick just above my balls, my meat stood perpendicular to my body. He tongue glanced around the head, twice.
"Make me shoot, suck his cock." Jess panted barely able to get the words out. But Tony obeyed, my knob was wrapped in the heated wetness of his mouth. Inch my inch Jess watched my stalk disappear down his idol's throat. Tony, always wanting to please, began to excitedly chow down. His head bobbed up and down, matched Jess stroke for stroke.
"Gonna......cum........" He yelled. He continued to bounce, all the while a rain; scorching bullets of spunk splattered my chest. Finally he rose, collapsed in the chair, spent.
Meanwhile, Tony hadn't slowed down and had me near the edge. I rolled and reached for him. He'd been playing with himself and in the same condition. I gobbled his meat, halfway down my gullet I felt the enormous staff grow steely. I was more than ready to empty my balls. I traced along his ass, my finger soon slick with sweat. The pucker opened to me, I rammed in my finger.
Tony bucked. His cum-honey filled my mouth, overflowed at the exact moment I began to cream. As if by unspoken word we wanted to put on a good show for Jess, we finished pumping our loads all over each other's faces. Drained and satisfied, I turned to nuzzle my face in Tony's chest. I licked the sweat-salty skin. I noticed Jessie's dick stiffen as he watched me slurp up my spent spunk Tony's face.
Shortly after, we all did go out for a real breakfast. But not before Jess fed me another sweet cream-load, in the shower, with his idol's tongue battling his.