What Caucasians Have
Part 5
Dieter dimmed the lights a little bit more and worked his way between Frans and me. Somehow I'd assumed Dieter was a bottom, or just a wimpy observer. I hadn't thought he was any kind of threat. But now logic was dictating that he fuck Tak. Tak was facing the three of us. Maybe he could handle Dieter's cock, which was rock hard, and an obvious step up from mine in length and thickness.
Frans pressed on. "Tak, what do you think? You want to be fucked some more? You just got fucked by Sammy. Now what about Dieter? Who has the best size for you, Dieter or Sammy? Tell Sammy which cock you want. You don't need to worry it will hurt his feelings. He likes a little bit teasing."
Tak had got up off the bed now and Dieter was lightly caressing his thighs and butt. Tak wasn't resisting and his cock was hard, so his answer was obvious. But he was hesitating because of me. My eyes were adjusting to the darker light, and I was getting affected by the atmosphere. I was seeing my Tak's slutty side and suddenly it seemed dirty and thrilling. Yes, I thought, Dieter's cock is a better size for you. Take it, I know you want it. And my cock was responding again.
Frans kept up the pressure on Tak. "Look, Sammy is getting excited. Is it because he wants to fuck you or does he want to watch Dieter fuck you?
Tak and I made eye contact again. Tak seemed uncertain of what I wanted. Dieter was the one stroking Tak's butt and I wasn't saying anything. I could have tried to put a stop to it. I could have moved in to stake my right to Tak's ass. But time was running out for that. I found it strangely exciting that Tak wanted to give his ass up to Dieter right there in front of me. Yes, I did want to watch, yet I didn't want Tak to think it was all fine by me. I didn't see how I could have it both ways though. I realized I had to make a choice. As the seconds ticked by Tak was gaining in confidence that I wasn't going to resist. He tentatively ran his fingers up and down Dieter's cock and looked up at me to check my reactions. That bold move drove me wild. The decision was made for me as my cock rose to a horizontal position. Tak responded with a huge smile. His expression said, "You've given me all the permission I need. I don't need to feel guilty now." It felt surprisingly liberating that Tak had seen my reactions to his indulgence.
Now it was Frans's turn to play the assistant by bringing one of the nice gold-wrapped condoms, presumably Dieter's size, and a bottle of lube. I watched Dieter bite the condom wrapper to open it and roll it smoothly along his pole. Then he daubed some lube on his hand and started working a finger into Tak's ass. It was hot. We were all getting worked up anticipating the fucking. But Tak wasn't sure how to position himself.
It was Frans who gave the instructions. "On the bed. Lie on your back. Closer to the edge. That's good." Dieter was up on the bed too, lifting Tak's legs over his shoulders and slowly easing his lubed cock into Tak's eager asshole. I felt a pang of disappointment to see how easily it slid in. Less than a minute of gentle in and out and Tak was already taking Dieter's full length. Then Frans came over and lifted Tak's head. Dieter stopped fucking and I wasn't sure what was going on. Frans put his hands under the center of Tak's back and I was amazed to see Frans and Dieter slide Tak off the bed. There they were standing beside the bed holding Tak on his back with Dieter still fucking. Or rather Frans was rocking Tak back and forth onto Dieter's cock. It was spectacular. Like a circus performance with two lithe, muscular acrobats pulling off a daring, creative act that their audience has never seen before. Tak weighs only 130 pounds, but it was still an impressive feat of strength, balance and coordination. After a couple of minutes Dieter pulled his cock out and the two of them deposited Tak back on the bed. I felt as though I should clap. At the circus they would now be taking a synchronized bow.
"Wow" was Tak's comment. There was an innocent smile on his face, like the proud child who'd been invited on stage to assist the performers with one of their acts and had played his part perfectly.
"Up," was Frans's command, and Tak understood that he was to get up off the bed.
"Over to the wall."
Frans pointed to a bare section of the wall and followed Tak over to it. "Bend over." Tak again wasn't quite sure what he was supposed to be doing and bent at the hips with his right side to the wall. "No, face the wall. Head down." Tak wasn't getting it, so Frans put his hands on Tak's hips, almost lifting him up by his slim round ass, and then pushed down firmly higher up his back. Tak's ass was now his highest point and his head was between his legs. Frans pushed him further against the wall, which resulted in Tak's head moving down lower as he put his hands on the ground to steady himself. Dieter was lubing his cock again and now came over to move in on Tak's ass. This must have been uncomfortable for Tak. I could see the blood was rushing to his head in that position. But it was obviously an easier and more comfortable position for Dieter who was pushing his cock in more forcefully now.
I was surprised Tak was so into this rough treatment. His cock remained pretty hard throughout the ramming. And he managed to keep his ass high. I admired his flexibility in maintaining that position. His back was literally to the wall but upside down, with his weight taken up equally by his two arms and legs. With each thrust Tak had a loud exhaling sound forced out of him.
Things weren't moving towards quickly bringing Tak off at all. I felt powerless, but it didn't seem to matter any more. He seemed to be enjoying the pummeling and I was getting a thrill from watching him.
Then Dieter withdrew and disappeared into the bathroom. Frans sat down on the bed and directed Tak to join him there and start giving him head again. Earlier I had imagined this would be a good way to finish, with me sucking Tak off at the same time. But not any longer. I was still fuming over that cuckard business and Frans's total disrespect for me. Couldn't I get Dieter to bring him off? I was finding that hot.
(The final installment will follow shortly.) All comments welcome to sammyxviii@yahoo.com