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This part of my trip started out real good. The weather was beautiful, the road smooth, the scenery lush and my memory of the day before ... Aah. If somebody had taken a picture at that moment you would say I radiated. My GPS guided me through small forests, along purple heather, babbling brooks and green fields. At some point I even rounded a WW 1 memorial cemetery, one of many strewn around Belgium. As I approached the outskirts of Gent the weather changed just a little. It clouded over and a soft drizzle started. Slightly moist I arrived at my next lodging address. I checked in and decided to explore the city. Again I was impressed with the history it had to offer. For example did you know this masterpiece painting was stolen from the cathedral that to the present day hasn't been found? Or hear about the intriguing love story in the castle? Anyhow, again when you go to Belgium don't skip this town. Oh, let me make one point very clear to you my reader. I do not, I repeat not, get any reward for promoting Belgium. (Not yet anyway, any offers?) I do not work for the tourist board either. I'm just a lover of history and classical architecture. Maybe that made me hook-up with Michael in Brugge? Who knows.
During the afternoon the weather worsened, the gentle drizzle was becoming a true downpour. I had barely entered my lodging or the first crash of thunder rolled overhead. Now this lodging needs some explanation. Bare with me for this part, I have to, otherwise I may sound delusional. The owners had bought this old carpenters factory. Had striped its insides to a bare minimum. And had placed a couple of small caravans in it. With some lawn chairs, some plastic potted plants and flowers, the all too familiar ghastly pink flamingos and parasols strewn about, it almost looked like a real camping. Only indoors. I had booked me a bed in the "Main" house. I would sleep in a dorm like facility and had to share the room with 13 other guests. Provided all beds would get occupied.
So, it had started to rain. Nobody in his right mind would go outside in this weather if not need be. I had discovered the recreation room, in it stood a couple of couches, there was a video corner, a well filled bookshelf with donated or left-behind books and some board games. I had just found a good book and a comfortable corner on the couch when two hot cuties walked in. My Gaydar went ding, ding, ding. Well truthfully a man wearing tinted shades, had a white and red striped cane and was accompanied by a guide dog would have seen they were gay. Too feminine to my likings, cute but feminine, I dare say even gorgeous but ... feminine. Giggling, yes honestly giggling, they slammed down beside me on the couch.
"Evening."
"Good evening guys."
"What a weather we're having."
"And it started out so good."
"Ah, Dutch I assume?"
"How did you guess?"
"It's so typical of us. If nothing else to say we start about the weather."
"Ha ha, he's right Jeff. We do."
"Guess you're right. Let's start over. Hi I'm Jeffry and this log is Charles."
"Your ball and chain I see, I'm JC. Nice to meet you."
"What?"
"He he, your wedding bands."
"We've got a real life Sherlock Holmes here."
"Hercules Poirot more likely, I don't play violin."
"And a comedian, we're in luck."
"He he he, what are two dumps like you doing in a gorgeous place like this?"
"He's on a roll Charles. We must stop him."
"I'll surrender. So what's your story for paying a visit to Gent?"
"Were here for vacation."
"And to work out some kinks in our relation."
"Jeff."
"Well isn't it Charles?"
"Well yes, but you don't have to spread out the news like that. Why don't you call SBS 6 to make an item of it."
(SBS 6 is a Dutch commercial network that broadcasts shi ... stuff
like that on its news program.)
"He looks trustworthy, aren't you JC?"
"Yeah, he does. But ...But ..."
"And that's our problem JC. His and mine. Butt that is."
"Chill guys. Relax. Can I offer you a drink?"
"Beer."
"Beer sounds good."
What was that all about? I had to detach me from them for a minute and get my head around it. They had walked in giggling and now they're arguing and spilling their dirt? Bipolar came to mind. I ordered our drinks at the bar. While I waited I looked over to them still arguing on the couch. They were good looking, Jeff had this Italian look and Charles was more sophisticated looking. If I had to make a wager about their meeting I would go for college. The same sorority perhaps. At that point my fantasy took over. I saw them sharing a room and one thing led to another.
"That's seven fifty please."
Ah yes the drinks.
"Thank you."
"Charles our waiter has returned."
"I've set myself up for that one I guess."
"He he, thanks JC."
"Yes thanks."
"Cheers."
"Cheers."
"Cheers."
"So, rewind. You're here for vacation and to work out some kinks and you want my help. Why? Why me?"
"We need the advice of an outsider. Somebody unbiased. And gay preferably."
"And the toss landed on me. Why did you think I was gay?"
"The way you were sitting indicated a resent rough fuck."
"And you have this `I've just been fucked' afterglow about you."
"And I was the detective?"
"Awh, so sweet. He's turning red."
"You're right. On all accounts."
"So what was his name, how did he look, how large was he, do you have his phone number?"
"Wow there, I'm not a person to kiss and tell. Their secret is safe with me."
"Their secret? Hmm kinky."
"Sigh, all you'll get out of me is that it were farmer twins and their help."
"Three? OMG you're not gay, you're a slut. Great."
"Now I crave for more details, what do you think Jeff?"
"You'll just have to wait until the movie is released in march 2280."
"Just for that I'll consider cryogenics."
"Oh, me too Charles. We must start saving for that."
"Ughh, you want my advice. For what?"
"Not a subject to discuss here."
"I'll buy us some more beers and see you two in our caravan."
"Good idea Jeff. Come with me JC."
Charles and I left the recreation room and headed for their caravan. At this point I have to tell you that I had revised my first impression. Their giggling must have colored my initial thoughts. They weren't feminine that much, metro maybe, but not feminine. Charles indicated which way to go. We approached this three by one and a half meter, egg shaped tiny caravan. Tastefully decorated with potted plants, a clothes line, lawn chairs and those ... ughh .. hideous plastic pink flamingos. Sorry but I just loath them. Inside it was more spacious than I thought. True there wasn't much, a bench, a breakfast nook and a kitchenette. Charles and I had just sat down on the bench as Jeff walked in carrying nine bottles of beer. Six he placed in the kitchenette, he handed us a bottle each and sat down besides Charles.
"Now, with what can I help you guys?"
"You don't beat around the bush, do you. I love it."
"Jeff."
"Why don't you start then Charles."
"Okay JC. I've got to start at the beginning I think."
"That's always a good place to start from."
"I've met this interrupting clown in high school. We had some classes together. If I'm not mistaken biology, music but above all P.E. . The first time we had to change I was mortified. I'd never ever had changed in front of other guys my age and I was just starting to coop with my sexual feelings. I knew I was different than others, but hadn't placed a label on it. When P.E. was over I hurried to get into my normal clothes and get ready to leave. When I looked around me some had done the same thing and others had stripped naked to hit the showers. My eyes bulged. Most of us thirteen year olds where still ... pre-developed so to say. But one or two and especially the two fourteen year olds had already thickened up and sporting some hairs."
"Hmm, I still remember Marcel, he looked fine."
"I remember Glen more vividly.'
"Ooh yeah, the Aruban. He was already big for his age."
"I get the picture here. So what's next?"
"As I looked around I noticed the others looking about them nervously with the exception of Jeff. He was staring into the showers more blatantly."
"Hey, I'm just a curious guy."
"I decided to keep an eye on him. He was one of the first to join the others in the showers. The first time he stripped down I was in awe of his olive colored skin. And I thought he was also beginning to puff up a little. That's when I decided to get more acquainted to him. After first contact we hit it off from the get go. We shared some common interests like comics, cartoons and ... what was that game you introduced me to? Dungeons and Dragons?"
"Oh my god that phase, don't remind me. Ever, please."
"He he, he would spend hours in his room creating these elaborate dungeons and scenarios. But due to this ... obsession with that game he fell behind on his math in our third year and asked me to help him."
"Hmm, I remember some of those lessons."
"Needless to say, some `lessons' turned to fooling around. After high school we went to the same college and decided to come out to the world as a couple. We shared a room and sailed through classes together."
"So if I'm calculating it right you're together now ... seven years?"
"Round and about, yeah."
"Please, don't tell me I'm here for your seven-year-itch?"
"No, no not at all."
"But if you want to."
"Jeff, not now."
"I still don't see my part then in helping you."
"We .. we're both what you may call versatile-preferred-tops. We both love to fuck, the getting fucked has always been a hassle to us."
"Charles means that we both don't know how to really prepare the one to receive the other."
"It always takes us a couple of minutes of fingering and a lot of lube to get ready to get fucked."
"So now we're looking to get some pointers. Hands-on preferably."
"The bottoms we know back home, just lie there like corpses. Complaining and bitching continuously."
"I need another drink before you continue. That's some request you have here. I need a couple of minutes to get my head around it."
"Sure."
Jeff stood up and popped us a fresh one each. I downed almost half before putting it down. I looked at their faces and saw hope, despair and maybe mischief even. My blather offered me a chance to get some more time to get my thoughts straight. I excused myself and went to the bathroom to relieve myself. During my walk across the factory I milled about my options. Return to them and teach them, but I'm not a sexologist. Go to the dorm room crash down and forget them, but they needed help. Check out and find another lodging, but they were gorgeous. Curiosity won, I wanted to know more about them. So I returned to the caravan. I tapped the door and entered. In the meantime they had drawn the curtains and converted the bench into a bed.
"We were nervous you wouldn't return."
"Speak for yourself Charles, I knew he was into me. Remember that guard."
"Shut up Jeff."
"What? ... Wait, what guard?"
"The one in the cathedral next to that painting. I saw you checking him out good, and he did look a lot like me."
"Huh? ... You, ... huh?"
"I figure Jeff and I have to come clean now. We were in the reception when you checked in. We were spellbound the moment you walked in. That glow we mentioned earlier was more evident and we decided to follow you around town."
"You really took you're time admiring that guard. Longer than you saw that Bosch painting."
"Then there was that waiter on the terrace you past. And lastly that American hot tourist in the castle."
"You were literally drooling over him. Can't blame you though, he was hot in them tight shorts and t-shirt."
"That's when we knew for sure you were gay and a bottom. Staring at three alpha's like that."
"You're blushing again."
"No really, who's the detective here?"
"He he, guilty."
"Sigh, you're right though. They did look good didn't they?"
"You've got a good taste, yes."
"Sooo, now where do we go from here?"
"Can you teach us what to do to get us in the mood to get fucked?"
"Blunt but to the point. Where do I start? What do you do and what are your likes and dislikes?"
"As I've mentioned we finger around and apply lube. We're both not into rimming that fondly, however we do so now and again. We seem not to be able to get the other open and in the mood that way."
"Hmm, how do you rim? In circles, up and down, in and out?"
"Mostly up and down."
"No variations? That could be the first step."
"We can show you."
"You sure about that?"
"Definitely."
In one swift move they stood and undressed. Within seconds two strapping good looking gorgeous guys were butt-naked in front of me.
A soft whistle escaped me.
"That's some good material for me to work with."
"Thanks."
"Yes thanks. Hop on the bed and I'll start with you Jeff."
Jeff climbed onto the bed and went to all fours at the edge. Charles knelt down on the floor and scooted closer. He parted the cheeks in front of him and started to lick up and down. Like it was a lollypop he continued his strokes up and down.
"Try some variation Charles. Circle around more, return up and down and back again."
"Can you show me?"
Quickly I undressed too and swapped places with him.
"This is you."
I licked Jeff up and down like Charles had done.
"Try this instead."
I moved my tongue in consecutive circles, changed to up and down, returned to the circles and ultimately inserted my tongue and made a scooping motion. A loud moan indicated me that Jeff was getting into it.
"Now you."
I swapped with Charles again and watched him as he copied my actions. I noticed a small shiver in Jeff. Charles was beginning to master the technique.
"My, my turn."
Saying that Jeff stood and Charles took his place.
"Show me what did you do to me?"
I crawled between Charles and repeated my actions I had done to Jeff. Charles also couldn't keep still, he grunted too. I swapped with Jeff and he took over my strokes. With his scooping motion Charles gave a shiver.
"Can we change places JC? So Jeff and I can compare notes?"
"Sure."
Charles and I swapped. The first tongue made contact with me. Wet and warm. It felt rather good. An intermission fell only to be replaced again as the other started to rim me. They changed a couple of times. They had brought me close to the edge as I felt a finger starting to penetrate me.
"Wow there. Slow down now. That would be lesson three, you're not there yet."
"We thought we were."
"Rimming 101 lesson two is paying attention to your partner. Jeff up here again and Charles down there."
We exchanged our positions to our starting point.
"Now Charles start rimming Jeff and tell me the motion he enjoys most."
After a couple of minutes Charles turned to me.
"Circles. Jeff like the circling the most. Am I right?"
"Indeed. So next time you rim him you know what action triggers the most response. Switch. Your turn Jeff."
Jeff started and within a minute had his answer ready.
"Scooping."
"Correct. What made you two come to these conclusions?"
"Well with me Jeff shivered."
"And Charles seemed to open up a little as I scooped him."
"What's your trigger JC?"
"You two tell me."
"I remember a reaction with scooping."
"And with me you shivered with the strokes."
"Can we try again to be sure?"
"Fine with me Jeff."
I climbed onto the bed again. They tried for five minutes to find out my trigger. But devilish I had given them mixed signals. I opened a little with circles and once with scooping. I even succeeded to shiver with strokes and scooping.
"Our investigation is inconclusive. You seem to like it all."
"Still the detectives. However you're right there. I like it all, for as long as it's done right. That is."
"So you tricked us?"
"On the contrary, you've both learned now to pay attention."
"Now lesson three, fingering."
"No Jeff. Lesson three would be opening up."
"Meaning?"
"You don't just shove a finger in, you work your way towards it and accompany its entrance with licking."
"Ah, will you show us?"
"Why else am I here? My turn to start. Up Charles."
I dove between Charles' legs and after a minute licking I tapped his hole with a fingertip. He wasn't ready yet. I scooped a few more times before retrying, this time he was ready. I slipped in just the tip, I didn't press further then my first knuckle. As I scooped my tongue upwards I pressed downwards simultaneously. My actions were rewarded with a load sigh and grunt. Gently I pressed in deeper and continued licking. I felt Charles relax more. When my middle finger was in him completely I started to look for his prostate. Within seconds Charles' reaction told me I had found it. I massaged it a few times before exiting him and hand my position to Jeff.
"That felt great."
"Get ready than for Jeff's try."
Clearly Jeff wasn't aware of my prostate bit, but according to the signals Charles gave he was doing something right. With a gasp for air Jeff came up.
"Now my turn to be on the receiving end."
"Can I try without you showing me JC? I think I have a picture of this lesson."
"By all means Charles, show me what you know."
"Don't hurt me babe."
"Relax I won't."
Charles gave a textbook performance. I even noticed him pressing down in search of the prostate. The chirp coming from Jeff confirmed that he had found it too.
"Well done Charles, I think you've learned rimming 101 now."
"Was that my prostate he touched?"
"Yep."
"That felt good."
"So I've noticed. Now it's just a question of repetition. Keep practicing on each other and talk about it afterwards. In time you can work your way to two fingers, and if Jeff's tightness is any indication slowly, very slowly, introduce a third. Until then practice is the best teacher. I think it's time for me to go and leave the two of you alone, so you can start just that and maybe lose those boners."
"No stay."
"Jeff is right, stay. Let us show our gratitude."
"Yeah, and besides we still have an odd number of beers left."
"You don't have to twist my arm. I'll stay. Drinks first?"
Laughing we dropped into the breakfast nook and nurtured our drinks. Charles beside me had dropped his hand into my lap and was softly caressing my cock. Jeff, across from us, was moving his foot tenderly up and down my inside legs. He even could manage to tap my balls with his toes occasionally.
"Now, where do we go from here? What did you two had in mind for me?"
"We want to fuck you."
"That is if you won't mind."
"Mind being fucked by those two beauties you're sporting? Does a bear shit in the woods? Hell yes, I won't mind. But let's start with you two show me what you've learned today."
"Yes sir."
"No problem sir."
I couldn't suppress a snigger for their shenanigans as I climbed on all fours on the bed. They took their places behind me and started to rim. They did it good, they even applied some tricks like bite my cheeks I hadn't told them. Even Jeff managed to find my prostate. With a tender push they flipped me on my back. As Charles aligned his wrapped cock to my hole Jeff crawled beside my head to offer me his to suck on. I opened up for both of them and let them slide in. Slowly Charles started his rocking motion. With every thrust he gave I slid down Jeff as well. For the second day in a row I was filled at both ends again. Jeff started to lather my mouth up with his precum. He tasted bitter and yet fruity, grapefruit came to mind. Without exchanging a word they swapped places after five minutes. Now Jeff pushed in and I had my first taste of Charles. Jeff's cock was thicker but shorter then Charles' but both knew what they could do with them. As Charles had gone deep Jeff's thrusts stayed shallow, but tapping my prostate every single time. After the chemical taste of his removed condom disappeared, I could really get a flavor from Charles' precum. At first the bitterness was like coffee yet there was a sweet note to it so I'll stick with chocolate. Again after five minutes, it felt to the second as five minutes. Jeff pulled back and Charles took his place without saying a word. Charles restarted his prior fuck as Jeff lingered beside him next to the bed. After a minute they swapped again. They kept doing so for a couple of times. So Charles would fuck me for a minute, deep. Then Jeff a minute, shallow. Then Charles again, followed by Jeff. That sensation of deep alternated by shallow thrust was driving me crazy. My precum pooled in my bellybutton. With a grunt and even deeper thrust I felt Charles fill his condom with his hot jizz. He pulled out instantly only to be replaced by Jeff within micro seconds. Within a minute he too plunged deeper in me and filled his condom. That final stroke along my prostate triggered my release. My ass spasmed around Jeff as I came on my abdomen. Three more contractions followed his exit. With loud sighs Charles and Jeff collapsed left and right from me on the bed.
"How was that for a thank you?"
"My god, if this is my reward every time I've got to do more social work Charles."
"So you liked it?"
"Shut up Jeff, I'm exhausted."
"Clearly he liked our thank you Jeff."
"indubitably my dear Charles."
"Ugh, stop that detective talk please."
"Frankly sir, we have no notion of what you are implying."
"Okay I give. You clearly know your detectives."
Laughing they took me in a comforting hug and started to kiss my face. I tried to return the favor but was clearly outnumbered. We must have fallen asleep at that point, because next thing I knew was hearing a rooster crow. The owners had taken this camping stuff just a step too far for my likings. A glance at the clock on the wall told me it was six AM on the dot. To my right I felt Charles stir, but his soft snore indicated he was still asleep. To my left I encountered two hazel eyes staring at me.
"Good morning monsieur Hercule."
"Stop, ughh, good morning Jeff."
"Sleep well?"
"Like a baby."
"A baby with an amazing magnificent piece of morning wood. Need a hand with that?"
"Better not. What would Charles say?"
"He wouldn't mind. Giving time he'll even join us, if that piece of him is any indication."
Turning my head I noticed him sporting a hardon as well. And according to the poking in my hip Jeff was ready for some more action too. I was still revising my option as Charles stirred and woke up as well.
"Good morning love."
"Good morning babe, good morning JC."
"Morning Charles."
"What were you two talking about?"
"Nothing."
"I just offered him to help him with his engorged predicament."
"Huh? What?"
"His morning wood."
"Oh, ooh. Nice piece, mind if I join in?"
"Just my luck, stuck between two nympho's."
"Well looking at you it takes one to know one."
"He he, okay, I'll give you a BJ each nothing more."
"Fine."
"Pity that'll be all, but great."
I scooted a little lower and started sucking on Jeff allowing Charles to wake up more. I applied all my tricks to Jeff. I sucked, munched, licked, bit, I let him have it all. The moment I felt him swell up more, you know the point just before no return, I swapped towards Charles. A soft whimper escaped Jeff. Although I concentrated all my energy on Charles I did notice Jeff reaching down to finish the job. A quick slap on his hand made him reconsider. I let Charles also enjoy all my tricks and also with him I stopped on that special point. As I took Jeff again he sighed deeply. This time I pushed him further, his precum was my stop sign now. Again he whimpered like a puppy when I changed. Charles followed him in agony very fast. Now two men laid before me, identical looks in their eyes, one of desperate plea. Two pulsating cocks pointing straight up. Two pools of precum forming in bellybuttons. And lastly four dancing balls centimeters above the sheets.
Sheer heaven for a devil like me. I controlled them. Payback is a bitch. Like I wouldn't figure out they had played me. My first clue was them testing their lessons on me. I could tell they held back. And then there was their pre-fuck rimming. They had found and pushed every single button with marksmanship. I knew, I knew they had played me.
"Hmm, I think I'd better hit the showers, I've a long day ahead of me and I stink."
"NOO."
"Please no, please continue."
"Why? You've played me, I've played you. I think we're even now."
"Sorry, we're sorry we have played you."
"Truly we're sorry, it's Jeff and mine game play for getting a threesome."
"And I fell for it. I took the bait, hook, line and stinker."
"Please, please don't go."
"Yes please finish us. You're so good. Damn you're good."
"Never have we met somebody like you. Sweet, considerate and good looking rolled into one."
"What's in it for me?"
"Our gratitude, our eternal gratitude."
"And a place to stay when you're in Amsterdam, no questions asked."
"Argh, why are the cutest guys always dogs? I'll forfeit your offer to stay with you and finish your BJ. But a next time be honest and open."
"We will, we will. Promised."
I started to blow Jeff again, within seconds he was hard and pulsating again. I continued, with a load cry and grunt he finished in my mouth. I swallowed every drop before moving my attention to Charles. I let him slide in even deeper than before. It didn't take long either when he shot. His jizz joined his partners in my stomach. With soft taps to their dicks I stood up to get dressed.
"Naughty boys."
"We're truly sorry we've played you."
"Or just sorry someone found you out Charles?"
"No, ... well ... No, we mean it. We knew we could be exposed. We're sorry you were that person."
"Forget it, I've been conned more than once. So I recognize a con when I see one. You had me for a while though."
"What gave us away?"
"Seriously Jeff? And give you notes to improve your next con? Nah, my mamma raised no fool."
"You're right, absolutely right."
"Anyway, I really need to hit those showers I stink. And the two of you can use some water too. And when you're at it, air this cupboard it reeks of sex."
With that said I left them, went and get my shower supply along with fresh clothes and hit the showers.
To be continued ?!?!