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We walked back towards the kitchen, but instead of entering Hans opened a door to the left to reveal a staircase leading down. I followed him downstairs as the other two closed our small parade. My eyes went wide in astonishment. I had expected a dresser with a couple of bottles and some glasses. Instead we had walked into this almost professional looking café. Complete with counter, barstools and pool table. Hans went behind the counter, rinsed out three pint glasses and pored them a glass each.
"Pick you poison."
"Pfft some selection you have here Hans."
"Our uncle John, pops brother, owns the liquor store in the town over. He slips us a case or two occasionally that may or may not have fallen of the wagon."
"Shut up, we barely know JC."
"Oh chill bro. Doesn't officer Pete pay pop a visit down here in his spare time? Regularly?"
"Well yeah, but still."
"Your ... secret is safe with me. Can I have a Talisker neat?"
"Coming right up sir."
"Do you want to shoot some pool JC?"
"I'm not good in it Ben, but why not."
As Ben prepared the table Henk wrapped his arm around me and handed me a stick.
"We have a rule down here. Loser sucks the winner."
"Now I don't know if I want to win or lose. Both ways I'd get the best deal."
Hans had walked over to us and handed me my drink.
"Here, better to wet your throat cause Ben hasn't lost a single game yet."
"We think he's cheating."
"Or he's a hustler."
"Droll, very droll boys. I'm just better than you two in this game. Your break JC."
I aligned the queue ball and struck it hard. Sheer luck was helping me. Not one but two half balls went into the pockets.
"Halves it is I guess."
"Have a drink Ben."
"We think you'll be blowing this time."
"We won't know until the fat lady sings."
"Do I have to announce my shots?"
"No, you don't have to. You can, but don't have to."
"Not fare Ben."
"Yeah, not fare. We always must announce our shots."
"JC is our guest. He isn't obliged to do so."
I focused on the table and pocketed a third ball. The next one I missed. Ben managed to play two balls before missing. My last four balls were clustered together, I saw a way to pocket at least one of them but the eight ball laid very close to it. With the luck of the Irish and the Dutch courage in me I took aim and shot. It went in, the eight ball moved close to a pocket but hesitated and didn't fall in. I looked for my next shot and noticed just two balls left. As I scanned the table again I saw Henk point to the side pocket. I looked over and saw my missing ball in it. Again I had pocketed two balls in one shot. I noticed Ben getting a little pale around his nose. I had him pegged right, he's the dom-top around here.
What should I do now? Should I try and win and receive a BJ from Ben? Or lose and keep the status quo in this house? I decided to play fair.
However as everybody knows luck is a fickle thing. One time you win the other time you lose. As I struck the queue ball my stick slipped just a little and gave it a spin. It did hit my ball but also one of Bens. His ball rolled towards the eight ball, hit it and sank it. I had lost. Damn and woohoo.
"Awh, you win Ben."
"As always, but a close call this time."
"Thanks boys maybe next time you can beat me."
"We're not counting on it."
"But we stay hopeful anyway."
Ben walked around the table and gave me a big hug. As he kissed my cheek he whispered in my ear.
"Thanks, you had me worried I would lose in front of them."
"I did try to win."
Spooked he entangled us and stepped back with a puzzled look on his face.
"You're not a hustler?"
"Nope, `twas sheer luck. On my part that is."
"You're joking. Two balls in one strike. Twice."
"Sorry I've disappointed you."
"Wow, some luck you have."
"Thanks, I guess? Now my forfeit, where, when, how?"
"Erm, here, now, on the pool table?"
"First some more drinks for you two."
"And for us too bro."
"Oh yes, we need something for that show."
Hans went and refreshed our drinks. Ben cleared the pool table. And Henk dragged two bar stools to the pool table. I was astound at the efficiency how the three of them worked together. Again I had the feeling this wasn't their first time they did this. We all had a sip with the exception of Ben. He didn't sip. He drank almost half his pint, placed his glass on a nearby table and climbed on top of the pool table.
"Need a written invitation JC?"
"You don't have to ask me twice."
I gulped down my Talisker and climbed also on top the pool table. As Ben stretched himself out I moved myself between his legs. The tip of his flaccid manhood touched the canvas of the table. Not for long though. As the blood rushed towards his dick it raised itself. With every pulsation through its veins it grew and bloated. A pearl started to form at its tip. I had to move fast now for as it could drop it would leave a stain. Tenderly I lifted his head and lick the evidence of his arousal. I didn't stop there. I moved my tongue under his remaining foreskin. As his dick grew that ring tightened and receded. Now I was left with a stiff, big, thick pulsating cock. I took his head in my mouth, just past its rim I stopped and started munching on it. With a very soft scrape of my teeth I moved back up again and gave his slit some tender loving care. The short intense hiss of his breath intake indicated me Ben both did and didn't enjoy my administration. Slowly I lowered my licking attention to his base. His groin had that nice musky farm sent. It was intoxicating. I had started on the left side and worked my way around clockwise. I licked, sucked, nibbled, bit, kissed every micro millimeter skin my mouth encountered.
"Oooh yeah, that's the way to please a real man. ...Hmmm ... , are you boys taking notes?"
"Yes Ben."
"We are."
"Good, ... aaaah god. ... Exam is next week."
"Careful JC."
"Yeah, don't ruin him for us mere mortals."
During this banter I had moved my attention to Bens balls. I paused for a second to blow the twins a kiss and give them a wink. With my tongue I lifted Bens right ball and wrapped my lips around it. I rolled it around in my mouth. I was rewarded with more groans and moans. Bens scrotum started to do a skiffy jiff. With a pop I released the orb and repeated my actions on the other. I had Ben in my power, he was helpless. I noticed all the signs. The squirming, the moans, the short hissy intakes of breath, the whimpers. Time to push further. I swirled my tongue around his base and made my way back up again. All the way I encountered and tasted a gentle yet steady stream of Bens precum. Hmmm he tasted so good. I felt a buzz through my entire body. The adrenaline, the lust, the alcohol, the voyeurism from the twins contributed to this feeling coursing through my system.
My mouth slid over his pulsating mushroom again, this time I continued further than the rim. More and more of magnificent man went in me. I had to swallow like crazy to accommodate him and suppress my gag. Ultimately my nose encountered the resistance of Bens groin. He was in me completely. I stayed in this position as long as I could all the while swallowing. But my need for oxygen forced me to relinquish my grip. With a deep intake of air I looked up to Bens face. Ecstasy, agony and a need for release battled in his features. There was no more reason to prolong his torture. I impaled my mouth again and started to blow him good. Like a piston I went up and down his rod. Occasionally I managed to hit his groin again with my nose.
"Ooooh, ... yeah .... Hmmmm. Close ... I .... Cum. ... Aaaaaaaaah."
With that Ben exploded. Jets of warm seed hit the back of my throat. He came in buckets. It was too much for me to handle. Some drops escaped my mouth and fell on the canvas of the pool table. I licked my lips and swallowed the remaining cum down. Reality rushed into my conscious to the sound of applause and cat whistles. Beside us stood the twins covered in their own, or each others, seed.
"What a show."
"Great performance."
"Encore, encore."
Embarrassed I stumbled down from the table. The twins rushed in and wrapped me in a bear hug.
"That looked awesome."
"Yeah, wow, we've never seen anything like that."
"Besides online, never."
"That will do boys. Give JC some room to breathe."
Ben replaced their hug and planted a big kiss on my mouth. He inserted his tongue and swirled it around a little to catch those elusive remains that had lingered there. Lip smacking he relinquished our hug.
"I do taste good, if I say so myself."
"Yes you do."
"We confirm that statement."
"Pfft, I'm exhausted guys. What a day this was."
"You're welcome JC."
"Yeah, I think the boys and I will not forget this very soon either."
"Another drink before bed?"
"Water, ice cold water for me please Hans."
When our drinks were finished the twins guided me upstairs to their bedroom. A king-size four poster bed welcomed us.
"There's no need for you to go home now Ben."
"No you'll crash with us."
"Plenty of room for all."
"Sounds great."
I climbed in first, Ben laid down behind me, Henk in front of me and Hans before him. We all huddled together which still left half the bed empty. I was asleep within seconds. Halfway in the night I woke to find ourselves in exactly the same position. What had woke me was Bens morning wood poking between my legs. I scooted closer to him and fell asleep again. When I woke for real I found myself al alone in this big bed. A little disorientated I managed to find my way down to the kitchen. On the table was a note and a cup waiting for me.
Good morning sleeping beauty, we hope you slept well.
In the cupboard there's coffee and bread.
Help yourself to anything you like.
If you need us we're in the stable.
I made myself a cup of coffee to clear my head of the lingering cobwebs.
I had just sat down when Hans, or was it Henk, walked in.
"Sleep well JC?"
"Like a log. Thanks."
"Hans and Ben will be in shortly for breakfast."
"Okay."
"Can I make you something?"
"A fried egg sounds good to me, if it's not a problem."
"After yesterday you can ask for the moon and we'd comply."
"Oh shut up."
"He he, how do you like them?"
"Easy over?"
"Coming right up."
While I waited for Henk to serve me my eggs the other two walked in.
"Good morning JC."
"Morning handsome."
"Good morning Hans, morning Ben."
"Ben, by the looks of it he wants to repeat yesterday's events."
"You may be right there."
Puzzled I looked at them. That's when it dawned on me. In my absentmindedness I had forgotten to get dressed. Not even a boxer briefs.
I was the only one in the room butt naked. I began to mumble an apology and started to stand up. With a soft push on my shoulder Ben replanted my ass on the chair.
"It's okay son. We don't mind."
"We prefer it even."
"You're right bro. There are worse things to see so early."
"Yeah, like mom in her curlers."
"Ewh, you had to remind me."
We enjoyed our breakfast further, accompanied with some more friendly banter between the twins and Ben. After we were done I helped clean the table and dishes. Ben walked up to me and took me in a warm embrace.
"Again thank you for yesterday. I've some errands to do for the family so I won't see you anymore, I think."
"No, I think I'll have to get on my way again. And I must thank you. I've never been with a man like you ... ever."
"Neither have I ever received a blowjob you've given me. You're a professional cock-sucker."
"Thanks, I think?"
"You know you are. You like it. Just except a complement when it's given."
"Thanks."
With a last smoldering kiss goodbye Ben left us. I was alone with the twins. I noticed a sparkle in their eyes, they were up to something.
"What?"
"Nothing."
"Spill it."
"Well, we've been thinking."
"Mom and pop won't return till this evening."
"So there is plenty of time to ..."
" .. roll in some hay again."
"No! You two are dangerous. If you'd have it your way I would be molested by the two of you 24/7"
"Pity, guess I have to settle for you Henk."
"Yeah, so it seems Hans."
With that they embraced and started kissing and fondle each other.
"You two are unbelievable."
With belly shacking laughs they parted.
"Just messing with you JC."
"Or are we?"
Headshaking I left them in the kitchen and went upstairs. After a long hot shower I got dressed, retrieved my strewed clothes and packed them. When I returned to the kitchen they had made us a cup of coffee. Afterwards they helped me load up my bike and send me on my way again. Those two will never stop their shenanigans. If ever you're in that vicinity try to find them, maybe you get as lucky as I did.
To be continued ?!?!