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This is a work of fiction depicting men having sex with each other. Please don't read it if your are not of age or allowed to. Also apologies to anyone from Toledo, Ohio, I am sure it would be a lovely place to spend ones birthday.
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Ben sighed in the back of his Uber. He was turning forty on Thursday. In Toledo. Ohio. Ben didn't want to be in Toledo, Ohio. Toledo, Spain would have been ok, but, in actuality, Ben just wanted to be home in California with his husband, Sam. Unfortunately, he needed to be at a conference in Toledo, and it didn't make sense for Sam to take vacation to come to Toledo just for his birthday. They had a trip planned in a few weeks to actually celebrate. Ben could rationalize that his birthday was just a day, but he still wasn't particularly excited to turn forty alone in a nondescript hotel room in the middle of the country. Ben sighed again, looking at the exterior of his hotel, a cookie cutter of any hotel in Anyplace, USA. He tipped the Uber driver and grabbed his bags as he headed to the main desk. Why did they always have to hide it in the corner? It was really the only functional part of the lobby.
"Hello, sir. What is the name on your reservation?"
"Francis, Benjamin Francis," he said as he slid his ID across the desk to the receptionist.
"Welcome to Toledo, Mr Francis. It looks like you have been upgraded to a suite."
"What?"
"There is a note on the upgrade: `Happy birthday, honey. Enjoy the better room. Wish I could be there with you. Love you.'" Ben just smiled, "Your wife is one lucky woman." The young lady behind the desk blushed as she realized what she had said.
"I like to think I am the lucky one to be married to such an amazing man."
She turned a violent shade of red in embarrassment. "I, um, ah, I, um... sorry, sir. Here is your key. Room 1201. Top floor."
"That's ok..." Ben peered at her nameplate, "Becky. I am flattered." She just flushed even deeper red.
Ben headed towards the bank of elevators. He pushed the up button and waited for the cabin to arrive. As he stood there, he took a minute to check himself out in the mirrored wall. He had bulked out a bit in the past ten years but was still in very good shape for a 39-year-old. He had no problem with turning forty, but he was going to hold on to 39 for the next two days. While he didn't have abs, his stomach was still flat under his button-down. His dark hair had started to fleck with gray, and he had some white patches on the chin of his close-cropped beard. His legs were still strong in his suit pants, and, although he couldn't see behind him, he knew that people couldn't help but stare at his plump ass.
Ding The doors slip apart. Ben stepped into the elevator and pushed the button for the twelth floor. He pulled out his phone and shot a text to Sam. <Thanks for the upgrade, sweetie.> As he keyed into his room, he heard his phone bing.
The suite was somewhat better than a normal room. There was a king bed, comfortable sectional sofa, and lovely view out over the Maumee River. Ben dropped his bag on the rack by the closet and flopped down on the couch. He pulled out his phone to check Sam's text.
Ben and Sam were both old enough to still use complete sentences when they texted and only the abbreviations from AIM. LOL, TTFN, TTYL, BRB, etc.
<Actually, there is more.>
Ben switched apps and opened Dropbox. There was a new shared folder from Sam. When he opened it, there were three files in it named Tuesday, Wednesday, and Thursday. Each icon was a black rectangle with a white play arrow. When Ben tried to click on one, he found they were password protected.
Another text popped up.
0-8-2-8-8-4. A video opened up. He immediately knew the set. It was from his favorite of Sam's old movies. His husband, Sam, Sato Isamu, has been in several porn flicks back when he was in college and just after. Sam's experience had been a challenge in his dating life until he met Ben. Everyone wanted to fuck a pornstar, but being in a relationship with a guy who had had sex on the internet was too much for most guys. However, Ben was actually turned on by the fact that anyone could watch Sam (or his name as an actor: Koji) getting pounded. He and Sam even watched his videos together occasionally.
Before he even started the movie, Ben noticed something strange. He had watched this video so many times he basically had it memorized, but, while this was the set, this thumbnail was not part of the movie. He felt his dick swell in slacks. He quickly unbuckled his pants and stripped from the waist down. He unbuttoned his shirt, rubbed a hand across his hairy chest, and tweaked his nipple. His thick cockhead flared above his stiff shaft. He pushed play.
At first, the image seemed static. But after a few seconds, one of the three tops from the film wandered onto set. This was definitely from "Koji's Orgy," but this was not anything that Ben had seen before. Soon, the other two tops got themselves into the frame as well. The first top, a sinewy guy with a massive, thick cock, the biggest Sam ever took on film, sat himself down on the couch. Ben's cock throbbed. He was pretty sure he knew what was coming. This was his favorite part of the film.
He was a bit surprised when a few other people came into frame. First were a few makeup people who blotted and primped the three guys who were out there. Then a short young man in jeans and a white tee shirt came on. Ben had never seen him before. The guy dropped to his knees in front of the seated top and started to give the semi-erect monster between his legs oral attention. The other two guys started to jack off to return to full mast. The seated top grabbed the head of what could only be a fluffer and started to slowly but forcefully force the fluffer's lips down to the root of his giant cock. As the top bobbed the fluffer's head up and down, the two other burly tops got their erections fully hard. Through the general noise of the set, Ben could start to hear the fluffer slobbering and choking on the eleven inches in his throat. Ben began to play with his nipples a bit more aggressively. And then he saw him.
Sam's short frame entered the shot. Sam was only about five foot six, but his frame was quite broad. He had wide shoulders and mounded pecs with big fleshy nipples. Ben loved to pinch them and watch them wrinkle into small nubs. As a college student, his waist had been tiny, and, although he did not have definition in his abs, his stomach was flat and toned with flared obliques. His legs could only be described as hourglasses. He had oddly delicate knees and ankles with thick thighs and beefy calves. Ben could not stop himself from grabbing his seven-inch cock and slowly started to rub himself.
Soon after Sam entered, a guy that Ben assumed must be the director also came into frame and started explaining what he wanted. He tapped the fluffer on the shoulder and started to walk off. The fluffer tried to get up, but his head was held down to the crotch of the seated top. The director turned and said "Dante" with the vocal equivalent of an eye-roll. Ben couldn't remember the name he used for porn, but he knew that it wasn't Dante. Dante allowed the fluffer to pull off and expose his long cock, now fully erect and shiny with spit.
Sam moved himself so his back was to Dante and positioned his hole at the top of the pillar. Dante grabbed some lube from beside him and added it to the saliva on his rod. Sam's eyes opened wide as he started to impale himself. His full lips pursed in discomfort. When he was about halfway down, Dante grabbed his hips and thrust the last 6 inches into Sam in one go.
"Fuck!" Sam screamed. He tried to get up, but Dante held him fast.
"Don't move. Relax. Breath." Dante's tone walked a fine line of giving and order and giving comfort. Sam inhaled deeply several times. Ben could watch the pain slowly leave his face. As his asshole and guts became accustomed to this invader, lust started to take over. Without going up or down, Sam began to rotate his hips, grinding his ass against Dante's hips. A moan slipped out of his thick lips. The other two tops moved to stand on either side of the pair. Sam reached out and started to jack them both off.
The director called out, "Ready, Koji?" Sam nodded and stood, pulling completely off of Dante's cock. "And action!"
Sam started to slide himself back down. He moaned in passion as each inch plunged into his ass. Sam was always a vocal bottom, and he wasn't really acting with the slutty noises. As his ass cheeks once again rested on Dante's hips, Sam shouted out, "Oh, God, Phil. You are huge!" Phil, right, that was a lame porn name; Dante was much hotter.
This was absolutely his favorite part of the film. Soon, the other two tops lean in to grab Sam. He wrapped his arms around their necks, and they each grabbed a thigh. They lifted Sam and started to lift him and drop him back down onto Dante's throbbing pole. Soon they were pistoning him rapidly and aggressively on Dante's cock. Ben loved this. Watching Sam completely give up power physically was such a turn-on. Ben was close just seeing this video. It only took a few strokes before he was blasting his load all over his chest. As he milked the last of his load out, he watched the rest of the scene. There were some cute bloopers that had been edited out of the final cut of the edited video. Sam almost got dropped at one point. Dante had to have them stop so he could hold off his orgasm. All in all, the video was about a ten minute unedited clip of something that had been cut to about three minutes in the final video.
As soon as the video ended, Ben dialed Sam.
"Hello, sweetie." Ben could hear the smile in Sam's voice.
"How the fuck did you get that?"
"I called up the videographer and asked if he still had the film. He connected me with the right people in the studio to talk to."
"And they just gave it to you?"
"Well, basically. I did have to sign a waiver that I wouldn't post it... I actually have one for you to sign as well."
"Oh, ok."
"I did also have to pay for the employees' time to put everything together."
"Makes sense."
"And I may have implied that I might be willing to come back for another film or two if the right offer was put forth. I think they were scrambling to figure something out before I had even hung up the phone."
"I thought you were done with porn."
"Do you not want me to do it?"
"I didn't say that. You know, I think your porn career is hot as fuck. But it is your body, your choice."
"We can talk about it. I was also very careful not to promise anything, just imply that the right offer to return to the screen hadn't come yet." Sam laughed. "I think there is a good chance that they won't manage to make a good enough offer."
"I love you so much."
"I love you too, babe."
"Need to shower and get to bed. Talk to you tomorrow, love."
"When does the conference end tomorrow?"
"I think the last session finishes at about 6. I'll probably grab a quick dinner and then come back to my room."
"OK, I'll text you the next password tomorrow evening."
"I have to wait that long?"
"Think of it as edging.'
"Asshole."
"I love you."
"Ditto."
"Sleep well."
Ben headed to the shower and washed the cold cum out of his chest hair. He slipped into bed and watched the video one more time. He focused on his husband's face the entire time. It was so hot to watch his face react to the massive cock inside him. He didn't jack off this time but fell asleep with his hard cock in his hand. He dreamt of Sam writhing beneath him while Dante's cock, disembodied, punched in and out of Sam's hole. Slowly, the dream faded to a black rectangle with a white triangle and the label Wednesday.
Ben rose with the sun the next morning. He had forgotten to close the curtains, and the eastern facing windows were flooded with light. It was a warm Ohio morning. He opened the sliding glass door and stepped out onto the balcony. He loved being naked outside; it was something that couldn't happen too frequently where he lived. He spent some time just basking in the golden light of the early morning. Sadly, he heard his alarm go off in the room behind him, and it was time to start the day for real. He showered again quickly, put on a suit, and went down to the lobby for breakfast and to head out to the conference.
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As Ben was leaving the conference that evening, a few guys he knew from previous conferences called out to him. He had planned to find some quick food and return to his hotel room, but they invited him out for a drink and to grab dinner at some pub or something. He agreed and was having a nice time shooting the shit and waiting for dinner to arrive when his phone beeped. He glanced at it, and it was a message from Sam. It had to be the next password. Ben tried to concentrate after that, but he was gone. Partway through dinner, he had missed so much that the guys asked him if he was okay. He blamed jetlag (although it made no sense that he would be tired with the way the time difference worked). They didn't question him further, but none of them fully believed him. As soon as he finished eating, he excused himself from dinner. He waved down the waitress and apologized that he needed to pay his check before the other guys. As soon as he had squared up, he headed back to his hotel, walking so quickly he was practically jogging. With a great deal of willpower, he managed to wait until his door closed behind him and he had stripped out of his suit and hung it up before looking at his phone. There were a few emails that could wait until tomorrow and a single text from Sam.
<Wednesday - password: The date of our first date>
Ben quickly opened the Dropbox and clicked on the next icon. 0-1-2-7-1-3. Again, Ben immediately recognized the thumbnail. It was his own bedroom. The video angle was looking down on his bed, seemingly from above the doorway. Soon, he saw his own naked form flop face down in the middle of their bed. It was oddly sexy to see himself from this removed perspective. And his ass did look great for an almost forty-year-old. Sam climbed onto the bed and straddled his thighs. Sam turned, looked directly into the camera, and winked. He slapped Ben's meaty ass before proceeding to give him a massage.
Ben knew exactly when this had happened. It was about three weeks ago. Ben's cock ballooned to full erection at the combination of the visual of his studly husband massaging him and the memory of what was to come. In the moment, the sex had been hot but seemed odd in some ways. While a massage was often part of their foreplay, the massage that evening had seemed a bit perfunctory. Sam tended to be a bossy bottom, but he was even bossier than usual about positions that evening. It all made much more sense.
After a few minutes of massaging his back, Sam rolled off of Ben to have him roll over. Suddenly, the video angle shifted. It was now coming from the side of the room. Ben could see his cock arching up over his belly. It was oddly sexy to see his own cock hard on the screen. Sam continued his massage for a few more moments, taking long strokes along Ben's body, pulling his erection down towards his feet, and letting it slap back to his stomach. Then Sam took Ben's cock in his mouth and quickly worked his lips down to the base. Sam bobbed his head up and down and worked hard to get Ben's penis slick and wet. At the same time, Sam put a finger into Ben's mouth. Once that finger was wet, he started to finger himself to get ready. Shortly, Sam swung around and sat his ass right onto Ben's lips. "Get me ready!" Ben understood that his job here was just to get Sam's ass sloppy with saliva. They had been together long enough -- and had sex enough -- that minimal lube and stretching were needed. Sam's asshole knew Ben's cock like an old friend. It was precisely the correct size.
Once Sam was wet enough, he directed Ben to move so his lower legs were hanging off the side of the bed, his knees facing the camera. Sam straddled Ben's hips and reached down to aim Ben's cock up to his hole. He looked directly into the camera as he slowly skewered himself down onto Ben. He winked again as he tweaked his nipples. In his hotel room, Ben's cock pulsed as he watched Sam's nipples tighten at the same time his dick was sliding into Sam. Soon, Sam leaned back to rest his weight on his hands and threw his head back. He started to pump his hips up and down as his stiff cock bounced and jerked about. Sam's cock was about 4 inches long and a deep red. Sam moaned as he angled his hips so Ben's cockhead was pummeling his prostate with each bucking of his hips. Soon, Ben saw himself reach up and pull Sam back so he was lying against him. Ben started to thrust his hips up, taking over the fucking.
Ben had to take his hand off his cock as he watched the video of his cock sliding in and out of Sam's tight ring. This was an amazing view and something he could never see during sex, but, if he wasn't careful, he would cum too soon.
Back on the screen, Sam took control again. He rolled to the side so his chest was on the bed and his feet were on the floor. Ben stood and positioned himself behind Sam. As he leaned forward on screen, Ben caught a glimpse of his pink pucker. Was it weird that Ben was turned on by his own ass? He would tap that if he could.
As Ben thrust into Sam, the camera angle changed again, and they were now being filmed from the foot of the bed. Ben watched his buttcheeks flex and watched his hips slam into Sam. Sam started to groan and push his hips back to meet Ben's lunges. Sam started to punctuate each thrust, "Yes. Harder. More. Oh. Fuck. Deeper. Yes. Oh God. Yes. Fuck. Fuck me. More. Harder. Ugh. Yes. Oh. Oh." Soon, his chant became just a rhythmic groan. Soon, Sam managed to moan out, "I. Want. To. See. You." Ben pulled out. Once Sam had flipped onto his back and pulled his legs up, Ben pushed back in, hard. They were both close to orgasm. After only a few moments, Sam shouted, "Ugh, I... am, arrggg, cumming." Ben could see Sam's cock swell and, even from the wide angle, pulses of white shoot from the tip. Sam's legs wrapped around Ben's hips, and Ben could remember the feeling of Sam's ass spasming in joy around his stiff cock. Ben started to orgasm as he watched himself orgasm into his husband. For the second night in a row, Ben's jizz fell on his furry pecs. The surrealness of watching himself fuck his husband made for a very powerful release.
Once Ben had regained his breath, he gave Sam a call. His husband answered, "Hi, babe."
"You little sneak. That was so hot. I can't wait to watch that together."
"I am glad you liked it."
"You could say that. I am currently covered in cum."
"Hot. Sadly, I'm still at work and have a bunch to finish up, but what's your day tomorrow look like?"
"The conference starts at 9, I think. I let slip that it was my birthday, and the guys want to take me out for drinks and dinner, so I'll be later getting back to the hotel. Maybe nine or ten."
"OK, I'll make sure to be home by 6. Let's video chat."
"Sounds perfect. Love you, and thank you again. Smooch"
"Love you too. Talk tomorrow."
As they hung up, Ben headed to the shower. Once he was clean, he flopped naked into bed. He was tempted to watch the video again, but the jetlag and the early morning were catching up to him. Soon he drifted off and had wild dreams of watching himself fuck himself while Sam watched and cheered like it was a hockey game.
Ben was woken by a rap at the door. "Room service." He groggily went to the door, and as he opened it, he realized he was completely naked. He was glad he seldom woke up with morning wood. "Happy Birthday, sir. I see you picked out a proper suit for your big day," the waiter quipped. He was cute and didn't seem too flustered; in fact, Ben was pretty sure he was being checked out. He stretched and scratched his pubic hard, making his soft cock bounce. The waiter chuckled and clearly watched as Ben went to grab his wallet. Ben made sure to jiggle his butt and show off as he pulled out a couple bucks. He was almost positive he saw the waiter's black pants tenting as he approached him. Ben thanked the waiter for his delivery and handed him a tip. The waiter had a fantastic ass, and Ben's eyes were glued to it as he headed for the door. Ben's cock started to chub up as the waiter turned, wished him a happy birthday, and walked out of the room.
There was a note on the cart that read: "Happy Birthday! I love you, old man! <3 Sam" Ben smiled as he grabbed the coffee and rolled the cart out onto the balcony. He grabbed his phone as he passed through the bedroom and noticed it was 7:33. He took a picture of his naked lower half, the breakfast cart, and the view of the Maumee River and texted it to Sam. He knew it would be a while before Sam would see it, but he hoped Sam would enjoy it. After a leisurely breakfast on the balcony, Ben dressed and headed to the conference.
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The guys took Ben out for his birthday. It wasn't quite celebrating with Sam, but they were good guys. He thought they would be friends if they all lived in the same place rather than occasionally connecting at events like this. They had fun and found a nice bar to have a round of celebratory drinks. Ben finally got back to his hotel at about 9:45. As he rode the elevator up to his suite, he texted Sam: <Sorry, out a bit late. Just getting back now.>
<I am ready whenever you are, birthday boy.>
<Give me five and I'll call you.>
Ben quickly stripped and set up his computer with Dropbox open. He pulled up the video chat, called Sam, and waited for him to pick up. Sam was also naked when he picked up.
"I'm glad to see you dressed for the occasion."
"A birthday suit for my birthday boy!" They both laughed at Sam's stupid joke.
"How was your day?"
"Not too bad. Conference was fine. I had fun at dinner with the guys. But better now."
"Aww, flattery will get you everywhere."
"Like the next password?"
"Horny bastard, not even going to ask about my day."
"How was your day?"
"Sad that you weren't here."
"OK, great. So password."
"Heh. Here is how this is going to work. I want you to put your phone right next to your laptop so I can see you watching this video. I am going to turn off my camera and microphone."
"OK." Ben arranged the phone against the edge of his computer. He lay back. "This good, director?"
"Perfect!" Sam said as his screen went black. "The password is this Saturday's date." The microphone with the line through it appeared.
Ben leaned forward, clicked on the video labeled Thursday, and typed in 1-0-1-4-2-3. "Coming Saturday 10/14" flashed across the screen in a vaguely familiar font. The picture faded into an empty hotel room. Shortly, a tall black man walked into the frame. Ben recognized him immediately. It was Mo'organ, their favorite creator. His was the only private channel they paid money for. They always enjoyed watching Mo'organ videos together.
Mo'organ was a muscular black man, his skin the color of hot cocoa. His face was handsome, with a broad nose and pillowy, thick lips that any woman would be jealous of. He had powerful shoulders and arms built by hours in the gym. His waist was tight, and he had shapely legs, although they tended to look a bit chicken-ish in relation to the mass of his upper body. He had a curvaceous high ass and a heavy, pendulous cock, a dark brown shaft with a plump helmet tinted a deep maroon. It grew to about eight and a half inches with a little up curve towards the end. But Mo'organ's best attribute was his full-bodied enjoyment of sex. His total abandon into the erotic was such a turn on for Ben and Sam. As a top, Mo'organ could make passionate love or become a totally dominant power fucker. As a bottom, he could be a bossy bitch or a perfectly submissive cum slut. But in every situation, he radiated unconditional bliss.
Mo'organ climbed onto the bed and started to lazily play with his cock. The cameraman moved in and began to focus in tight on the growing erection. Ben wondered how Sam had gotten access to one of Mo'organ's videos before it released.
The camera panned away from the rising cock towards what Ben would guess to be the bathroom. As the focus sharpened, a new figure entered the frame. Sam. "Holy shit," Ben moaned at the sight of his gorgeous husband, at the anticipation of watching the coming scene, at the voyeurism of the thousands of loads that would be shot across the world by guys jacking off to Mo'organ fucking his man. While this was a twisted cuckold, both private and very public, it turned Ben on incredibly.
Sam was just finishing toweling off his short black hair. He had filled out since his earlier porn days. Ben knew Sam worked out regularly, but he didn't aim to make himself look like a muscle head. He was a hot guy keeping trim as he approached middle age. His stomach was still basically flat, although his waist didn't cinch in like it once had. His shoulders and pecs had matured into manly reality. His legs hadn't changed a bit. However, Ben knew that most of the fat Sam had gained since college had settled into his ass. What was beautifully round in his earlier videos was now an almost obscene bubble.
Mo'organ wolf whistled from off camera. "Come'ere stud, lemme take a look at you." The camera panned back to include the bed and Sam standing beside it. Mo'organ spun his finger, and Sam turned slowly, showing off his whole body. "Damn, your ass is fine. I can't wait to get in there." Sam looked back over his shoulder and winked as he gave a little shimmy, and his ass jiggled and bounced. Mo'organ rolled and grabbed Sam's hips, planting a kiss on each cheek. He then stood behind Sam and humped his cock up between Sam's mounds, a big black sausage resting between two Japanese milk buns. He hugged Sam from behind, grinding his cock against the top of his ass. Mo'organ craned around to kiss Sam as his big hands groped Sam's chest and cock. The cameraman circled the pair, catching their intertwined bodies from all angles. As the camera was focused on Sam's chest, Mo'organ began to roughly tweak Sam's nipples, causing Sam to moan loudly into their kiss.
Mo'organ moved himself around Sam without breaking the kiss. He placed his hands on Sam's shoulders and pushed him down to his knees. Sam's lips parted as he worked the head of Mo'organ's cock into his mouth. Ben knew that Sam was a talented cocksucker, but Mo'organ's cock was one of the biggest that Sam had faced. Sam quickly swallowed the majority of the giant pillar in front of him. The cameraman moved to look down on Sam, his pouty lips distended around the massive cock. Sam started to bob his head back and forth, pushing hard, but never getting to the base. Mo'organ's hands found their way to the sides of Sam's head and started to guide his movements. He slowed Sam's pace and held his cock deep in Sam's throat, pausing at the bottom of each cycle. As Sam naturally stopped, with each pass, Mo'organ forced a bit more of his cock into Sam's mouth until Sam's nose was pressed against his pelvis, and his lips were touching his curly pubes. Ben saw Sam's eyes widen as he was forced all the way down. Mo'organ held Sam tight to his crotch for slightly longer than was comfortable for Sam before releasing him completely.
"On your back on the bed, head hanging off," Mo'organ ordered. "I was a real shot at that throat." Sam quickly complied, and Mo'organ returned his cock to Sam's mouth. He started a slow pace of long strokes. The camera came in close on Sam, and Ben could actually see Sam's throat expanding around Mo'organ's massive member with each thrust. As he continued to fuck Sam's face, Mo'organ picked up the pace. He was forceful and insistent -- Sam's eyes were watering and saliva ran out of the corners of his mouth -- but never rough. Mo'organ kept going, once again finding Sam's limit and pushing slightly beyond it. Ben could see the moments when Sam thought he was done, and then he could see Mo'organ actively pushing Sam to do more. And Sam's understanding of his limitations grew. Beyond the sex, it was hot to see his husband so vulnerable, but he didn't think that many, if any, other viewers would be able to read Sam's story as clearly as he could.
Ben tore his eyes away from the screen for a second to look at his phone. "This is so hot, babe." Although muted and camera off, Ben knew the exact chuckle and facial expression that Sam made.
Back in the video, Mo'organ pulled out and gave Sam a moment to catch his breath. "Damn. You suck cock real good. But now I want a taste of that booty." They repositioned with Sam face down on the bed and Mo'organ kneeling between his wide stretched thighs. "Pull your cheeks apart and let me see that hole," he growled. As Sam opened himself up, the camera zoomed in on his hole. The soft skin around it was brown with a pinkish underhue. Ben's tongue knew every wrinkle and fold around the dark pinprick that led into him. It was exciting to see him so exposed. Porn and cameras had both changed since Sam had performed; there were no shots like this in any of his old flicks. Ben could see that Sam had obviously prepped and stretched his hole in the shower before filming. They had an active sex life, and Ben knew the phases of Sam's hole, from clenched to ready. The slight flaring of his lips told Ben that Sam's hole was ready for action.
Mo'organ grabbed Sam's hips and pulled Sam half onto his knees to give him better access to the sweet pucker in front of him. Mo'organ loved to eat ass, and he started to feast on the perfect hole in front of him. While rimming is fun, it doesn't film particularly well. After a few moments, the cameraman moved the angle so he was focused on Sam's face, his mouth slightly open, his eyes rolled back.
Ben paused the video. "Be right back." He quickly headed to the bathroom, his erection rigid and proud in front of him. He grabbed all the little bottles on the counter and read them as he headed back. He dropped the bottles of shampoo and body wash and settled back onto the couch with hand lotion and conditioner. As a young man, he had become accustomed to masterbating dry, so he hadn't needed anything before. However, this video, and his husband's gaze, had inspired more. Ben slouched on the couch, hanging his hips off the edge and spreading his legs wide, giving his Husband a view of not only his cock, but also his taint and hole. Ben restarted the video, and, as he watched his husband's face react to getting his ass eaten by Mo'organ, he put a glob of lotion onto his finger and started to work it around his hole.
Mo'organ flipped Sam by his hips and quickly lined his cock head up with Sam's hole. After a few teasing jabs of the spot, Mo'organ squirted a good slick of lube on his pole and started to skewer the thick ass in front of him. Sam threw his head back, moaning in joy with just the slightest edge of pain. Ben knew this was the biggest cock that Sam had taken in a while. They, obviously, were not monogamous, although they generally played together. And whenever they played solo, they always had storytime afterward. Sharing every detail of encounters was a major turn on for both of them and was one of their favorite forms of foreplay.
As Mo'organ's pole sank inch after inch into Sam, Ben's finger started to sink into his own hole. It had been a while since anything had entered Ben's ass. Sam was a total bottom, and all of Ben's recent outside trysts had been as a top. He generally preferred topping but wasn't opposed to occasionally spreading his legs for the right guy. Watching Sam getting fucked on screen made him think that, perhaps his next hook up, he should be looking for a guy to dick him down. His hole clamped down around his finger as he worked to loosen himself up. Ben wasn't really a fan of fingering himself; the positioning was always awkward. But he knew he liked to watch Sam finger himself, so he figured Sam might enjoy the experience. Ben was getting turned on, knowing that Sam was watching him watching Sam get fucked. It was a bit of a brain fuck, but damn was he close. He had to be gentle with his stroking because he didn't want to cum too quickly.
Mo'organ started a slow pace of long, forceful strokes. He pulled out until the tip of his cock was still within Sam and then reversed down until his hips rested on Sam's ass. Sam gasped with each insertion. As Mo'organ ground his cock deeper into him, Sam moaned out, "Yeessss, oh god, yes." Mo'organ withdrew completely; Sam's eyes snapped open, a boyish look of loss on his face. Mo'organ pushed his almost nine inches back into Sam in one go, picking up the pace a bit. Sam's breath caught. As Mo'organ's cock slowly pulled back out, Sam whimpered, "More." That was all both Mo'organ and Ben needed to hear. Mo'organ started a pace of full strokes, pulling completely out and sinking all the way back in; Sam released his legs to grab the bedspread as he writhed under the assault. Mo'organ grabbed Sam's feet and pushed his legs out to give himself even more space to fuck. As Ben watched this, he stopped touching his cock; he was too close. He instead added more lotion and stuck a second finger in his ass, stretching his hole as his husband's hole was pounded.
Soon, Mo'organ was breathing heavily and dripping sweat. He stopped, fully inserted into Sam, and wrapped his arms around him. He lifted and shifted Sam so he was on his back with Sam squatting over his cock. Sam took a breath and then started to bounce himself up and down on Mo'organ's thick cock. The camera zoomed in on Sam's thick cheeks, jiggling each time they hit Mo'organ's hips, his hole flexing and gripping around the girth of the massive black pole inside him. As Sam rode up and down, stopping occasionally at the bottom to gyrate his hips, dancing and twerking on the giant cock in his ass, Mo'organ took a moment to catch his breath.
After a bit of this, Mo'organ purred, "Turn around, sweet thing." Sam impaled himself fully and did as he was instructed, spinning 180 degrees around the rod in his ass. Mo'organ grabbed Sam's shoulders and pulled him down so that he was lying against him, back to chest. Sam planted his feet and started to pump his ass up and down. He looked directly into the camera as he did. Ben typically found this to be a turn off. He wanted the model to focus on the sex, not the camera. When Sam did it, it brought Ben right into the moment. He wasn't watching a porn video, but he felt like he was there, watching his husband's over extended hole pleasuring a cock just inches from his face. He couldn't resist any longer, and, with one stroke, he began to shoot. The first stream of cum landed just below his chin. His asshole spasmed around his fingers, the fullness intensifying his orgasm. The next few shots of his cum splattered against his chest and stomach. Finally, he dribbled the end of his load over his hand. As it dripped down into his bush, Ben removed his fingers from his ass, swiped up the cum on his chest, and brought it down to lube the entry of a third finger into his hole. In spite of the massive orgasm he had just had, his cock stayed hard, ready for more. It had been years since Ben had needed no turnaround time.
As he came down from his orgasmic moment and refocused on the action on the screen, he saw the Mo'organ had taken control, pulling Sam's knees up to his chest and thrusting deep into him. Sam's head was thrown back in sheer bliss, a small grunt escaping his lips each time Mo'organ's cock tapped his prostate. Sam's cock was rock hard, jumping and bouncing around, and his big balls were pulled up tight to the base. Ben knew he was at the edge of orgasm. Sam moaned, "Oh, I'm close." As soon as he heard it, Mo'organ stopped.
"I'm not done with you yet."
Sam whimpered. Mo'organ slowly withdrew his cock and let Sam slide off to the side. They gently kissed as Sam retreated from the edge.
"Ok, I'm ready for more."
"On your hands and knees."
As Sam assumed the position, Mo'organ grabbed the lube and added more to his cock. Mo'organ squatted behind him, grabbing Sam's hips to support himself. He lined up his cock, and, with a lunge forward, he inserted his cock fully into Sam. Sam's face registered surprise at the aggressive intrusion. There was a moment of shock, and a quick grimace of pain, before his expression was overcome with bliss. With the leverage, Mo'organ was able to start to slam deep and hard into Sam's hole. Sam started to moan and mumble incoherently -- but loudly -- with each thrust. He arched and started to push his hips back to meet Mo'organ's thrusts. Mo'organ moved his hands and grabbed Sam's arms, pulling them from beneath him. Sam's chest fell to the bed, tilting his ass higher into the air.
Mo'organ extended his legs back and started to thrust down even harder and deeper into Sam's upturned ass. Sam's back arched deeply, and his moans turned into grunts and gasps. There was still pleasure, but the tenor had shifted a bit, exploring the edge of pain. Again, Mo'organ read Sam perfectly, hearing each tonal shift in his vocalizing. He pushed Sam to the point where discomfort was starting to outweigh pleasure. Mo'organ held him there for a few thrusts before backing off and slowing. He grasped Sam's shoulders and pulled him to kneeling. He placed one hand on the small of Sam's back and wrapped the other around Sam's neck. "Take it, bitch." Mo'organ panted as he continued to pound into Sam's ass. Sam's moans turned to deep, wheezing squeaks. Ben recognized this sound as a height of sexual excitement that Sam rarely reached. His cock started to ooze precum, a pearlescent sting connecting his cock to the sheet. With each thrust, a bead of liquid slid down the strand. The cameraman pulled in tight on Sam's crotch. Ben's cock responded by weeping his own precum. Ben started to slowly stroke again.
Soon, Mo'organ's pace changed, and he seemed to be getting closer to his finale. He pushed Sam down onto the bed and flipped him on his back. He grabbed one of Sam's thick thighs and put it on his shoulder, opening Sam's ass wide to him. Ben matched his husband's position. He slid his left foot up onto the couch, exposing his hole even more. He shifted his hand, wrapping it around his thigh and reinserting three fingers into his ass.
As Mo'organ began to pound Sam again, Ben could hear the tone of Sam's groans changing. He began to chant, "Fuck, yes, yes, more, Fuck me, yes, more, yes, harder." A word each time Mo'organ's hips finished against him. Soon, his words took on that wheezy quality that Ben knew presaged an orgasm. He could see in Mo'organ's movement that he knew it too. He started to work over Sam's prostate with short, jabbing strokes. Sam started to thrash about under Mo'organ, and his words lost form and devolved into meaningless syllables of lust. Then he let out a half-choked howl of release. Shot after shot of viscous, milky fluid erupted over his chest and stomach. As his orgasm subsided, Mo'organ continued to jab at his G spot, and again, Sam was whimpering and thrashing about, this time with the pleasure-pain of overstimulation. With each bump, another pulse of liquid dribbled out of his slit. Soon, Mo'organ's pace and depth changed; he was also approaching his release.
Suddenly, Mo'organ pulled out and straddled Sam's chest. He started rapidly stroking his cock and soon shot his load across Sam's handsome face. As Mo'organ came, Ben reached a second orgasm. He had shot so recently little more than a few watery spurts dribbled out of his cock. But the orgasm shook his body, and his fingers were expelled from his ass. His breath was ragged; he had to gasp to recover his composure. He felt like a teenager again, the second-best present for his fortieth today.
Gooey ropes of white spunk streaked across Sam's cheeks and lips. Some dripped from his brow. Mo'organ collapsed next to Sam. He dragged a finger through the cum on Sam's chest and brought it to his lips. Similarly, he fed Sam's some of his cum off his face. Mo'organ leaned over, and his thick lips pressed lightly onto Sam's. He then proceeded to lick Sam's face clean, pausing occasionally to dribble the cum from his mouth into Sam's open lips. After all the visible globs of cum had been cleaned up, Mo'organ once again leaned in for a kiss. This was more passionate than the chaste peck of a few moments prior. After a bit, Mo'organ flopped onto his back. The camera pulled out to show the two sweaty men, Sam still covered in his own cum, collapsed on the bed. As the camera panned up and faded to black, Mo'organ signed and exclaimed, "Damn."
As soon as the video ended, Sam's face reappeared on Ben's phone, "Watching you cum twice was so hot."
"Babe, I can't thank you enough. That was the hottest present I have ever received."
Sam chuckled, "It wasn't exactly terrible getting it for you."
"I have so many questions," Ben began.
"And I can answer them all when you are home, preferably after you have fucked me. Mo'organ was amazing in bed, but nothing compared to my husband."
"Wow, your husband is a lucky man."
Sam smiled, "Not nearly as lucky as I am."
"I think he would beg to disagree."
"I love you, Benjamin S. Francis."
"I love you more, Sato Isamu."