The story is written in collaboration with my friend Fred in Norway and is completely fictional. Ivar is a youngster of the writer's imagination, and so are the men he meets on his `educational journey'.
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Europe with Spartacus
Chapter 23
Scotland (1976)
Ivar had really overslept on this second day of January. He couldn't quite remember when he returned to his own room or how he got there. The party in room 401 had been a real New Year party and he woke up with a not too nice taste of beer and spunk in his mouth. Half an hour in the old bath tub had done him well, and the fish and chips lunch at the next door pub had been excellent.
Ivar went back upstairs and knocked the door to room 401. He heard some light steps and saw he was being checked out through the peephole before the door opened. The room looked much tidier than it had been the night before. Young Mason tried to lift the mattress back onto the bed-frame and Ivar was happy to give him a hand.
"I think I left all my clothes here last night," Ivar said. He looked around and found his t-shirt, socks, jeans and underwear in the corner.
"Doug and Boyd took you downstairs, and you insisted on staying naked." Mason grinned.
"Not a good idea in a hotel, is it?" Ivar tried to make a joke.
"The guys didn't return," Mason said. "We assumed they stayed with you. Didn't they?"
Ivar's memory was returning. He had been awake during the night. He had been sucked, and he had opened up his arse too.
"I'm not sure, Mason. Thought it was dream, but they must have left early this morning. I guess the spunk in the bed wasn't the result of a wet dream." He grinned.
"A lot of wet dreams last night, hot show, eh? A story for my mates. Please come to the Golden Eagle tonight if you fancy some company for a beer." Mason was about to lock up.
"I leave early for Glasgow tomorrow so I need to slow down, but thank you Mason. I might pop in!" Ivar hugged the lad who looked even younger today when dressed like a typical schoolboy teenager.
Ivar was having a nap under the blanket when there was a knock on the door. The door was locked, so he had to jump out of bed to open it. The man outside blushed and seemed a bit embarrassed when he looked at Ivar, who was almost naked dressed in nothing but a thong. At first he didn't recognise the man in denim, but then he saw it was Bill's son, the man who drove him back from the Hogmanay party in his parents' house the other day.
"Come in, Elliot. Sorry for my lack of clothes." Ivar reached for a pair of sport-shorts. "I was having a nap. I've had two nights of heavy partying since I arrived in Scotland."
"No problem, lad. I bring greetings from my dad and my cousin. They are driving to dad's sister today, another family party, you know - a sort of `have to go' family party. You probably know those parties?" The sporty guy in his thirties sat down on the only chair in the room.
"I do, I really do. It was a wild Hogmanay party at your parents' though. I was glad that I could stay overnight!" Ivar opened the fridge. "You care for a juice? Don't think I have any stronger!" The man thanked Ivar and filled a glass. In a way he looked a bit nervous. Ivar knew there was something on his mind.
"I found this under your pillow!" Bill's son handed Ivar a small bag. Inside was his Spartacus Guide Ð the gay guide he used for his gap year trip around Europe.
"Thanks! I'm happy to get it back. I have been looking for the book all day here! I was afraid all my notes were lost; and the telephone numbers." Ivar was one big smile when he received the book.
"I haven't seen a guidebook like that before," the man said. "Interesting. I haven't read your private notes, but I was curious to read about some of the cities." He was red-faced. "IÉ IÉ just wonderÉ" he tried to start a question.
"You wonder if I'm into male-sex, Elliot? And you wonder why Bill's - why your father's - name is in the book. Am I right?" Ivar was straightforward as always.
"No! Yes! But!" The man stammered.
"No bad habit to be a bit curious, I think. That's why you and your cousin checked out my body in bed that night? Wasn't it? A bit curious about the naked Viking, eh? You never thought your dad had undressed me and sucked me just before he put me to bed?" Ivar was in teasing mood and did not cover up his growing bulge.
"He told me, kid! And he told me about Blackpool and the drive up here. Made me crazy, kid! Jealous and crazy!" Elliot met Ivar's eyes.
Ivar was the one to be surprised now. "No reason to be crazy, my friend. I wanted you every hour in your company. You are even sexier than your father. But I couldn't flirt with you with your mum and your wife around, could I?" Ivar was now standing close to the still-sitting man.
"Undress me, Elliot. Continue your inspection!" Ivar pushed his hips forward.
Elliot was not difficult to ask. He stripped Ivar of his shorts and jock, and opened his mouth when Ivar handed him his stiff cock. With eyes full of tears, he licked and sucked.
"Please allow me!" Ivar pulled the man to his feet and stripped him of his shirt and jeans. The stiff cock inside the tight modern boxers told of a man who was ready for sexual action. He pushed Ivar down on the bed, pulled off his own boxers and covered the naked youngster with his own hot body. Ivar spread his legs and helped Elliot to double wank two hard and hot cocks.
"Do you have to go to that party Elliot?" Ivar whispered. Elliot didn't answer, but closed Ivar's mouth with a deep kiss.
"Sorry, Mason. I had planned to meet you earlier but I had a visitor, and he has only just left." Ivar found Mason and some of his high-school mates around a table in the very nice and intimate pub half way down `The Royal Mile'.
"I'm happy that you came with me to the station, Mason. Will you look after my backpack while I buy a ticket to Glasgow, please?" The two had walked downhill to Edinburgh Waverley station.
"Cool that you stayed overnight!" Ivar hugged Mason before he entered the train. "I call you when I'm back in Edinburgh, okay?"
Ivar hurried into the train, bound westward for Glasgow and found a seat in the travelling direction. Opposite him were a man and what Ivar guessed was his teenage son. The youngster was dressed very much like Ivar and he smiled when he saw the youngster's trouble to cover up a growing bulge in the low-cut tight jeans. Their eyes met, and the boy blushed.
Ivar also looked at the father who was partly hidden by a magazine. It was easy to see that they were related; the same ears, the same nose. He found the man's eyes too, eyes that struggled between curiosity and good behaviour. But the eyes were smiling.
The dick inside Ivar's trousers had been in constant activity during Christmas and New Year. Just the thought of a threesome with the two hot guys opposite him made his dick grow. He closed his eyes and tried to relax. "Ivar!" he said to himself. "You are about to turn into a sex-robot, take it easy. Meet Archie now and behave. He will show you his home and his family. That's it. Maybe he isn't keen for sexÉ"
Ivar must have been in dreamland for a while. The train stopped with a screeching sound from the wheels. He was in Glasgow Queen Street station, in the middle of the city. The teenage boy stretched to take down a huge bag from the shelf above. The naked skin between shirt and jeans and the visible crack between two round globes made Ivar swallow. He suddenly felt that his own dick was wet with excitement. "You have a dirty imagination!" he said to himself and adjusted his own bulge.
Ivar was suddenly in the middle of hundreds of travellers coming from the inter-city train. How to find Archie here? He tried to remember the man's boyish look. He didn't know if Archie would arrive dressed in a business suit direct from the airport or if he was denim-dressed like he was when he took Ivar to the dark-rooms in London. He placed himself with the flag-decorated backpack in front of a sandwich kiosk. Two men were hurrying upstairs from street level.
"I see the Viking over there!" Archie pointed towards Ivar. He was followed by a dark-haired younger man.
"Lovely to see you, bonnie lad." Archie took Ivar's hand but went closer and hugged him. "Have you been waiting a long time?" He hugged Ivar again.
"No, sir. I've just arrived. The train was on time." Ivar looked at the man standing just behind Archie.
"Please meet Jean, my secretary. You have talked to him on the telephone. I think." Archie let the younger man step forward. Ivar gave him a powerful handshake.
"So this is Ivar, or should I say Eevar'." Archie grinned. "The boy I have told you about; the boy I met on the ferry from France before Christmas. He reminds me of my Norwegian brother' from wartime." Archie was very excited and put an arm around Ivar's shoulder. The fifty year old man was sportily dressed. Jean, the secretary, was more formally dressed. Ivar had to take a closer look at the man with the soft French accent. A dark haired, dark-eyed beauty, well-tanned face, and wet coloured lips.
"Jean has been my secretary for two years now," Archie said as he helped Ivar with his backpack. "He has never travelled with me to Scotland before though. This trip is a bonus because we had to work over New Year with my papers." Archie touched Jean's arm.
"It's a great pleasure to be here, monsieur!" Jean answered. "And very nice to meet a young Norwegian too, even if the Norwegians have decided to stay outside the EEC!" He grinned.
"Let's drop the politics, guys. We can walk to the hotel. Not far, close to George Square. When you are settled Ivar, we'll go to one of my favourite pubs for lunch," Archie continued. Ivar felt very comfortable. Archie was the boss. But Ivar had questions as well. He had dreamt of hot sex with the EEC-diplomat. What would happen now with the secretary around?
Ivar had to show his passport when he entered the hotel, but he was already checked in. Archie and Ivar waited by the lift while Jean organised the papers and received the keys.
"What do you think of Jean, Ivar?" Archie had seen how the Viking-boy had followed his secretary's every movement.
Ivar felt really stupid when he blushed like a teenage girl. He could have told Archie about his dirty thoughts, but said only, "He looks like a nice man, sir. Very efficient. How old is he?"
"He'll be thirty in a few months," Archie answered. "He is very professional in all his service." Ivar tried to interpret Archie's answer.
A hall-boy came up to the lift carrying Ivar's backpack. "Room 1011," Jean said and the hall-boy went ahead into the lift.
"I booked a junior-suite for you as you said, monsieur, and I have the next-door room if you need something." Jean waited beside his boss.
"We will leave for lunch in half an hour, gentlemen! It's just down the street. You reserved a table, Jean?" Archie let the hall-boy pass. "We will take a taxi to Kelvingrove Art Gallery after lunch. There's a painting I want you to see, and there's an organ concert there today too. Concerts are usually held only on Sundays but one of Scotland's best organists gives a concert today!"
Ivar looked at Jean, and he saw an easy smile from the younger man! Ivar felt like a pupil on a school excursion, and in a way he felt that Jean was more a mate now than his boss' secretary. "Excellent, sir!" was Jean's only comment.
Ivar hadn't expected to share a room with Archie, a man he only had seen for some hours. The huge room had a king-size bed and in a small alcove there was an extra sofa. The hall-boy placed the backpack in the small room.
"Please tell when you want your bed prepared, sir." The hall-boy looked at Ivar. "I'll tell the maid."
"That's fine," Ivar said. He looked at Archie who grinned when Ivar again blushed. Archie gave the hall-boy a coin.
"You want a shower, and probably to change, dear?" Archie went up to Ivar, put his arms around him and deep-kissed him. The return from Ivar was as intense as the fatherly kiss.
"Please undress me, sir! I'll hurry up for lunch." Ivar was in Archie's arms.
Archie didn't wait. Like a hunter he ripped off Ivar's clothes. The boy was naked in seconds. Archie suddenly changed his behaviour. His voice was nearly begging, and his breathing was like an athlete's after a hard run.
"Let me see your naked body. It's like a dream, son. Like a dream!" He knelt in front of Ivar and let his hands play with the young man's hips, his buttocks and his balls. Ivar responded by spreading his legs and let the man get full access to every part of his body.
The action made Ivar tremble. He had been in a sort of sexual mode since he'd woken up in Mason's arms this morning. A sudden strange sound got his attention, while Archie pulled his body close and opened his mouth for his dripping cock. Ivar looked around. The sound was like a latch being opened or a lock being used. He had already noticed that there was a door between the room and the neighbouring room; quite normal when you book a suite.
"Was the door being opened?" Ivar wondered, before he closed his eyes and threw the head back and let Archie `kill' his stiff cock with lips, tongue and even teeth.
"I'm cumming, sir. You make me crazyÉcrazy.. I.. I..fuck!" Archie kept the cock inside his mouth while Ivar trembled and ejaculated. Shot after shot with hot boy-milk filled Archie's mouth. Not a drop leaked outside when Ivar slowly let his 19 cm (7.5 inch) baby-cock leave the filled mouth. With wet eyes Archie swallowed and smiled. Then he pulled Ivar's foreskin all the way back over the glans and licked clean the very sensitive part. Ivar's knees trembled, but the still-dressed Archie held him tight. Ivar tried to open the man's shirt.
Archie kissed him and smiled. "No, Ivar. Not now. Hurry for the shower! You'll repay me tonight, kid, double or maybe triple. You bet!" He pushed Ivar to the bathroom and opened the mini-bar.
The shepherd's pie at the pub in Buchanan Street and the large draught beer made Ivar good after the hot start here in Glasgow. Coffee and tinned berries with custard ended the meal, and Archie found his Instamatic camera and took a photo of Ivar who was licking dripping custard from his lips. Jean sipped his white wine and seemed a bit embarrassed at the openly father-son flirting.
"He's just jealous, my Spanish-French-Belgian Adonis, but he'll be taken care of later. Let him suffer a bit, he's well paid!" Archie whispered when Jean left the table for the toilet.
Jean was more talkative at Kelvingrove Art Gallery and Museum, and Archie let him lecture when they admired the gallery's most famous piece of art, Salvador Dali's Crucifixion, placed above the main stairs. He even had serious comments about the music and kept the Norwegian Viking awake during the organ concert. Ivar used the time to recall what his Spartacus Guide said about Glasgow. `A pub on every corner' he remembered, shops and entertainment in the West End, the more religious east, and of course the river, the Clyde. As in Edinburgh, there were no openly gay places, but the guide pointed out some places next to the University, not far from the gallery.
"You care for some fresh air before we have dinner?" Archie asked. "I have a special place to show you. Let's find a taxi!"
Archie stopped the taxi outside Glasgow Cathedral. After a walk up a lot of stairs, they entered the Necropolis.
"A beautiful view from here!" Archie stopped at the top of the strange park Ð a graveyard with hundreds of statues and sarcophagi in all shapes and sizes Ð the city of the dead.
"My guidebook states that there are meeting places for living men up here too," Ivar whispered.
"It's not my habit to cruise cemeteries," Archie said," but why not?" He forced Ivar up against a tall gravestone and kissed him with passion. "Hard to wait for you, baby!" The two watched Jean at some distance. He had become a real photo-tourist and was trying to climb some old fences to get a better shot.
"He watched you suck me today sir, I'm certain!" Ivar whispered. He squeezed Archie's bulge. The half-hard cock inside stiffened at Ivar's action.
The man moaned. "Be careful, there could be police here!" He kissed Ivar's neck, and waved to the photographer. "He's a voyeur!" Archie said. "But a damn hot one!"
"Sl‡inte!" Archie lifted his glass of sparkling wine. "Skaul!" was Ivar's Norwegian answer. "A votre!" Jean was suddenly very French. The three had an after-dinner drink in the hotel suite. They were all very relaxed after a dinner with wine and a dram or two. Archie was no longer the international diplomat; he was more a macho-guy who tried to impress the youngsters. With spread legs he was giving an invitation on the sofa.
"What do you think of my secretary?" Archie grinned and looked at Ivar. "He's a sexy young man, isn't he?"
Ivar blushed. The question was surprising. He looked at Jean, then back to his boss. "What was this? Was the after-dinner drink about to turn into something else?" he wondered.
"He's damn sexy but he's too formally dressed, don't you think, sir?" Ivar tested the situation.
"He is, son. He is. You would like to see his cock, I guess?" Archie went on.
"Of course. And he has already seen mine, hasn't he?" Ivar's voice was trembling. He went over to Jean and knelt on the carpet in front of him.
"Ivar is an excellent sucker, Jean. I'm sure he'll show you his skills." Archie scratched his crotch.
"But...but..." Jean suddenly stammered.
"No buts, Jean! Undress him, Ivar!" Archie commanded now.
Ivar stripped Jean of his jacket and shirt, and played with the nipples which were clearly visible through the white singlet. The muscled young man was well trained, and Ivar was even more excited when he saw the black, trimmed hair on his front. With a smile, Ivar helped Jean to get rid of the singlet and his socks. He saw that Jean was even more embarrassed when he opened the belt and pulled down his pants.
Jean had wide American-style shorts as underwear and Ivar used his mouth and nose to meet the young man's bulge. Ivar stopped. Something was wrong. With fingers inside the waistband, Ivar pulled the shorts down past the youngster's cock. He gasped when he saw that Jean had a very tight cock-cage around his balls and dick.
"I told you to have a day off, boy!" Archie was very direct.
"But you never gave me the key, sir. And IÉ" Jean stopped. Both Archie and Ivar saw that Jean struggled with a squashed and dripping erection inside the steel cage. A long thread of pre-cum dripped from the cage opening down to the floor. Ivar was not sure what to do. He let his hands comfort the young man, his buttocks, his pubic area and the cage itself.
"Unlock him, Ivar! He shouldn't be in a cage today." Archie handed Ivar a small key.
This was all new for Ivar, even though he had used a cock-cage himself, as part of a role-play. With trembling hands, he managed first to free the cock, then the balls and then he opened the locked cock-ring. In front of him he had a splendid view of the young man's anatomy. In only a few seconds Jean's cock grew in length and girth. Then the cock lifted hands-free to a horizontal position, before the beauty went on upwards, still growing until the foreskin tightened and showed a wet and glistening cockhead. At the same time the lad sent new drops of pre-cum out of his piss-slit, almost as if he was ejaculating.
"Wow!" Ivar whispered. "What a beauty! Damn hot!" He caught the last stream of liquid with an eager tongue. Seconds later Jean had the cock deep inside Ivar's mouth as if he was in great hurry. He fucked Ivar's mouth with closed eyes, while he whimpered like a small girl.
"Take it easy, kid! The Viking will not run away. He likes this." Archie went up behind Ivar and undressed him. When he had the two naked youngsters playing, Archie went back to the sofa, still dressed, spread his legs and just rubbed his own nipples with one hand while he squeezed his growing bulge with the other.
"You allow me to cum, sir?" Jean looked at his boss with wild eyes. "You allowÉallowÉuh?" Jean tried to let his 20 cm (8 inch) man-cock throat-fuck Ivar who was not comfortable with the show.
"Ivar is your master now, Jean. Beg him! Ask him to shoot your load. He will take it, I'm sure!" Archie had opened his trousers and put a hand inside.
"May I piss on him, sir? May I drown him? You will allow?" Another wild look from Jean to Archie.
Ivar was so turned on that he didn't really follow the talk between the two. He had a job enough to take care of the cock without vomiting.
"Don't be an idiot! I'll not pay for a piss mess. Take him to the bathroom if he permits! What do you say, Ivar? The stupid kid wants to piss on you." Archie wanked his huge 25 cm (10 inch) cock now, slowly but hard.
Ivar woke from the hard suck and withdrew. "You do what you want, Jean, but first I'm going to fuck the brain out of you Ð and I don't ask. Turn around! Be my dog!" Ivar spread Jean's legs with his own feet. His cock was dripping hard when he let the wet glans follow the arsecrack down to the love-entrance. The boy-cunt was shaved except for a small frame of black soft hair. Ivar knelt, spat on the open cunt and used his tongue to penetrate the guy who went on whimpering. A bit irritated, Ivar spanked the man's buttocks with a flat hand.
"Stop acting like a girl, or I'll dry-fuck you." Ivar put two fingers inside the man. "He must have been fucked by huge weapons before," Ivar thought, but knew he should put on a show. This play was for the real man around. Archie loved every minute. He spat in his hands and treated his own cock with lust and pleasure.
"You have some lube, sir?" Ivar looked at Archie, and was surprised that he didn't want to participate. Archie handed Ivar a small tube from his pocket, but went back to silent wanking. After some grease on his own cock and a short finger-fuck with greasy fingers Ivar made a short process and just pounded the open cunt and bottomed Jean in one single thrust.
"Yes, yes...yes!" Jean shouted. "He's bigger than you told me, sir. He's tougher too!"
"Shut up and take my cock like a man!" Ivar did not like the three-way communication. He used the fingers of one hand to fill Jean's mouth. He used the other hand to squeeze Jean's nipples. Then he withdrew his cock and filled him to the bottom again. Again, and again, he worked hard and maybe he was a bit brutal. Suddenly he felt fingers in his own arse. Archie's fingers followed Ivar's movements, and minutes later Ivar had to stop pounding Jean to let Archie's huge cock burst through his sphincter. Ivar was the one to yell now, but after some minutes of adjustment the hot threesome filled the room with heavy action.
"I have to cum. I have to cum!" Jean shouted. Ivar changed rhythm and managed to turn Jean around. Just when Jean sent his first shots of man-milk, Ivar opened his mouth and received the load. The action in front made Archie heightened his pounding. The huge cock treated Ivar like a mechanical tool.
Ivar had been close to the edge for a long time, but did not want send his seed over the floor or the carpet. He wanted a real male hole for his eruption. With a grip around Jean's shoulders he forced him down on the floor and filled his mouth with the iron-hard cock. He felt the jizz pressing in his balls and tried to wait. Doing so, he also squeezed his arse-muscles making his boy-cunt even tighter for the man who fucked him from behind. After a few more minutes Archie and Ivar spunked off simultaneously. Ivar filled Jean's mouth and Archie filled Ivar's inner body. Both of them shuddered and both of them fell forward on top of the poor secretary.
When Archie got up and tried to pull up his trousers Ivar stopped him and cleaned the slimy dick with lips and tongue. At the same time Ivar felt that Jean had collected man-milk from his dripping boy-cunt with hot fingers and then licked them with great pleasure.
"Now Jean. If Ivar agrees, you can take him to the bathroom and piss him down. You have my permission." Archie smiled when he looked at Ivar, and the Norwegian did not protest when Jean took his hand and pulled him to the bathroom.
Half an hour later Jean and Ivar arrived back from the bathroom, both dressed in white towels. Archie was still sitting on the sofa, dressed in shirt and trousers. He had taken his shoes off and had a well-filled glass of whisky beside him.
Jean collected the cock-cage which still was on the sofa and went up to the door that connected the two rooms. He turned around. "Goodnight, sir! Goodnight, Viking-boy! Thank you both for a hot evening!" Jean left for his own room.
"You want a whisky, lad?" Archie opened his arms. Ivar took the signal and cuddled beside the man he first had met on the ferry from France.
Ivar received the drink in silence. He had so many questions and he was still horny. He did nothing to cover up his super erection and let the towel fall to the floor.
"Why the chastity belt sir?" Ivar asked. "Is Jean yourÉehÉslave?"
"No, no, he's his own master. But he wants me to dominate him, so he chose to wear it. He says he feels more secure." Archie played with Ivar's nipples.
"He wears it for days?" Ivar found Archie's stiff man-cock inside his pants.
"Normally during the week, but if we travel sometimes for longer." Archie opened the belt. "He asks to be milked when the pressure is too bad. He loves to be really dominated from time to time, but he can also be a devil; a real devil, taught by the Spanish Inquisition!"
Ivar had stripped Archie of his shirt and trousers and was about to help him remove the underwear. "Damn, sir! What has happened? You are bleeding!" Archie's back had been badly whipped. Ivar pulled down the man's boxers. The buttocks had dark red stripes from heavy whipping, but no broken skin there.
"Your upper legs are bad too, sir! What happened?" Ivar caressed the skin while watching Archie's cock rise. The man was hurt, but he was horny again too.
"Jean used the cat on me at the New Year party. You know the cat, Ivar?" Archie was completely nude now and Ivar admired the boyish body with the trimmed body hair and the carrot-red bush above the heavy weapon.
"Yeah, I know that whip. My grandpa told about being whipped on board a ship when he was young. But please sir, lie down. I have some special cream." Ivar made Archie lie face down on the bed, then he went to his backpack and found the cream Col had given him in Paris.
With soft hands, Ivar treated the Scot. Very soon the treatment changed from taking care of the wounds to an all-over massage. The groaning from the man was not from pain, but from horniness. Archie lifted his hips and spread his legs. When Ivar used his tongue inside, he whined like a child. And he really gasped when Ivar put two fingers inside him and located his prostate. With one hand inside Archie's arse and the other hand playing with the stiff cock and the hanging balls, the man was trembling as if he was about to have another orgasm.
"Fuck me, `Eevar', fuck me hard, bonnie lad, hardÉ hard!" Ivar ended the finger-fucking, found the jelly and greased his cock. He wanted to be fucked himself, but the begging man made him change. Full of eagerness, he penetrated the tight entrance and let his cock go all the way inside. Ivar took hold of the red-striped hips and began to move his cock slowly out and then back in. He speeded up and soon he was fucking the man hard and fast.
Out of the corner of his eye. Ivar saw that the door between the rooms was partly open, and the still-naked Jean was seen in a silhouette while wanking like crazy. Ivar fucked Archie for some minutes. "I can't wait, sir. I have to, sir!" Ivar grunted and rammed his cock as deep as possible inside the man's arse and filled him with another load of young Viking cream.
Archie turned around very quickly and pulled Ivar's head down towards his dripping cock. The sucker went in action and gave the man a very professional blow-job. Minutes later Archie blew his load and Ivar's mouth was filled with man-milk. Ivar took care of the full load and sucked the huge cock clean before he dived into Archie's fatherly arms. A heavy sound from the door between the rooms told him that Jean had finished again too.
To be continued.