The Gradual Bloomer
Chapter 10
I've never flown on an airplane before, so I was nervous as a cat in a room full of occupied rocking chairs. John reassured me several times that it was all very safe and it would be fun. The food and drink would be top notch, the flight attendants very attentive, "and there's a possibility that you'll join the "mile high club" for first time passengers," he smirked. Of course, I asked him what that meant. He replied that we'd have sex on the plane after we gained altitude and leveled out. I was startled. Was he suggesting blowjobs or fucking in the aisles?
"One must be discrete about this, but it does happen a lot," John smiled evilly. "However, you're so tall that I doubt we can fuck in that tiny bathroom, but we can certainly blow each other in there. Of course, if you really need to get fucked, I'm more than willing to take you on before we board the plane and after we arrive in Paris."
"I think it more likely that you'll get a big dick up your ass at both locations," I leered.
"I can agree to that," John beamed.
Our wait to get through the security line was minimal. We showed our passports and boarding passes. After retrieving our carry-on bags, we walked toward the departure gate. We still had more than hour to waste before our flight left. But, they would begin boarding passengers in another 20 minutes. John suggested that we put that time to good use. I knew exactly what he had in mind. And I wasn't about to disagree with him.
With a small bottle of lube, we accomplished the breeding we both needed. John shot his load in less than a minute, but it took him another three minutes to stop pounding my ass. When he withdrew, I turned him around, applied lube, and fucked him slowly. My anxiety slowly dissipated as I got closer and closer to my climax. I warned him that I was about to nutt. He smiled and reminded me that we were in a public place, so I needed to curb my usual bellow when I sprayed my load deep inside him.
I did my best, but I'm not sure that the noises we were making weren't obvious to anyone listening. Just the slapping of my hips against his ass should have been enough by itself. But, my grunts of pleasure would have capped off the event. I tried not to fuck as long as John had after he shot his load inside me, but it felt so good to be in his ass, lubed up by another load I'd shot up his hole just before we left his estate.
When I withdrew nearly four minutes later, I ate his ass out. I couldn't help myself. I love his hole and my load tastes. After another minute, he turned me around and ate my black hole out, too. We smiled at each other at how delicious naughty we'd been. He left the stall and moved out to the sinks. Wetting a few paper towels, he returned to the stall and we cleaned up. He offered me a breath mint afterwards. We didn't want to offend our fellow passengers and especially the flight attendants. John still had hopes that we'd be able to at least blow each other after the plane gained our cruising altitude.
After a terrific dinner and wine, the attendants asked all the passengers to lower their window blinds, so that other passengers could sleep, if they chose. Our business class attendants were male and spent time with us, chatting us up, and especially asked me a lot of questions about flying and where we were going and why. They seemed to be competing to serve us to the highest possible standards.
"We have a three-day layover in Paris. Do you need a guide while you're there?" the muscular attendant asked. The very handsome one nodded his head enthusiastically, offering to help as well. John told them that he'd been to Paris many times and would be my guide when I wasn't modeling or involved with the art auction. And, he added, we'll be trying to recover from jetlag. They were crestfallen, but brightened when John motioned for both of them to come closer, so that he could whisper something to them. I knew it probably had something to do with the "mile-high" club.
Both beamed at the suggestion, but one of them made what appeared to be a counter-offer. John glanced over at me and said something in response. Both of them drew back and conversed in whispers. While they were discussing what John had said, John leaned across the wide aisle and said that they would run interference for us if we wanted to join the "special club", but their price to do that was to join us in our hotel room for some fun.
I smiled and nodded enthusiastically. "Did you say anything about barebacking?" I wondered in a whisper back.
John nodded. "That's what they're discussing now," he revealed. "And they suggested that the rendezvous at our hotel could be with either of them or together. Do you have an opinion?"
I thought about the offer for a couple of seconds. "I think I'd like them one at a time. I can concentrate on them better and service them better. I think you need to ask them about their position preferences as well as top or bottom or both."
When the attendants had finished their conference, John told them about my eagerness to entertain them in Paris. They beamed huge smiles. He added questions about their giving or receiving preferences. They asked about size. John smirked and told them his size and then glanced over at me. "He's enormous. At least 10 inches of the sweetest, dark meat you'll ever experience," he revealed. "And we have our very recent test results in our baggage, so we can bareback if you're into it."
"We're negative," handsome one said. "And we also have recent test results."
"But, we need to get back to other passengers," the muscular one said. "We'll let you know when most of the passengers are asleep or otherwise occupied, so you can get into the `mile high' club,' he smirked.
"We'll also check in with you later, well before we land, to get the particulars about where you'll be staying and which days you want us," the handsome one smiled.
"We'll need a way to contact you," John suggested. "Adam doesn't know his shooting schedule for Paris, yet. There may be evening sessions, so we can't make definite plans right now."
They left to serve other passengers. When they returned, they had cellphone numbers and e-mail addresses written down on the menu for breakfast. They asked us if we'd like an ice cream cup or a drink of some kind. We asked for water and a warm cookie, which they gladly supplied.
"It'll be another couple of hours before all the passengers settle down," the muscular one said. "I'll give you the word when the coast is clear." He paused for a moment. "Is it really true that your dick is that big?" I nodded. "DAMN!" he exclaimed. "How's your recovery?"
"Pretty fast," I smiled evilly. "With the right partner, it can be as little as 10 minutes before I'm ready to pump out another big load, deep inside," I paused a moment, "into a sweet, round, muscular ass." I wanted to pat his ass to make my point, but didn't want the other passengers to be scandalized just yet. So, I took his hand and rubbed it against my expanding dick. "I'm looking forward to getting to know you better." He didn't pull away. In fact, he gave my hardening dick a couple of squeezes and then felt the full length. I wasn't quite up to my 10" maximum, but it was enough to peak his interest.
"Damn!" he whispered. When he stood, I noticed a very nice bulge in his trousers. It was either fat or long or both. I could deal with that. I motioned for him to bend down again. In a whisper, I told him that I was looking forward to finding out if his big dick fit in my ass, too. I nearly laughed when he blanched and nearly swooned. "You're driving me crazy!" he asserted.
"Good!" I smiled back at him. "Anticipation's not nearly as good as the actual fact."
The handsome one came by about five minutes later. I gave him the same promise and opportunity to feel what he was promised. He walked away with a pronounced bulge and a dizzy smile. This was going to be fun!
I watched a movie. So did John. As my movie moved toward the climax, the handsome one said that this was a good time to join the "mile high" club. He turned and gave John the same message. I headed for the bathroom first. John joined me about 20 seconds later. Sitting on the commode, I told John to lower his pants and he'd get his promised blowjob. I didn't dally and neither did he when it was my turn. We weren't in there more than five minutes.
When we returned with smiles on our faces, both attendants grinned. "Congratulations," they beamed in unison. We thanked them for their help in gaining membership into that exclusive club.
I tried to sleep in the darkened cabin, but my mind was whirling with sexual fantasies concerning John and our airline attendants. I added my anxieties about the photo shoots coming up. That kept me awake, despite attempts to sleep. I gave that up as a lost cause and watched movies, instead. John slept through the whole thing.
Every time one of the flight attendants walked by, they winked. My dick was so hard fantasizing about how good it was going to be when I fucked them. My balls were starting to hurt from lack of action, so I motioned the muscular one over and gave him another free feel of my very hard dick. "I'd love to fuck you right now, but the bathroom is too small to do that," I sighed. He allowed that he didn't have any lube, either. "How about I get a good blowjob in the bathroom?" I suggested. "You do swallow, don't you?" He nodded enthusiastically.
"Meet me there in another minute," he offered. "I'll leave the door slightly open." Less than a minute later, I'd joined him in the bathroom. I whipped out my hard dick and he was on it in a flash. He savored the precum that was dripping from my spongy dickhead and then tried to swallow the full length. He gagged and tried again, unfortunately with the same results. "You're enormous!" he breathed. "I wish I had that lube with me now! I'm much better at taking it up my ass than I am at swallowing enormous dicks."
"You don't need to swallow it to make it fire," I assured him. "I'm very close already." He renewed his efforts, sucking and licking just the sensitive head. He knew that licking my big, spongy dickhead would stimulate it to ejaculation. And I knew I was about to burst after only 20 more seconds. "Here it comes," I muttered in a choked whisper. He swallowed hungrily three times to contain my full load. As my climax ended, he didn't stop sucking on my slowly deflating dick. He needed to extract every last drop of my baby gravy.
He pulled off my dick and smiled up at me. "When was the last time you got fucked bareback? Was it John?" he pressed. I nodded and smiled down at him. "Turn around. I wanna eat your ass out and taste his cum." I complied with his instructions and bent over as far as I could in the confined space. He made all the requisite piggy noises as he ate me out and slurped up John's nutt. He finally pulled away and sat back with a big smile on his face. "I wish even more that I had my test results with me. I'd love to fuck your sweet, black ass."
"Swap places with me," I insisted. "You're too hard to go back out there," I observed, squeezing his hard fuck-tube. We quickly changed places and he pushed his fat dick into my hungry mouth. I worked over the thick, spongy head of his dick, lapping up his drooling precum. My hands instantly went to his muscular ass and I kneaded it like bread dough. With his dick in the back of my throat, I could feel it swell and the first jet of cream splash against my back teeth. I pulled off just enough so only the head was in my mouth. I sucked harder. He bucked over me as his climax crashed into him in staggering waves. I swallowed delicious man-cream and worked hard at getting out the last drops. With a sigh, I released his dick and smiled. "That's a sweet dick. I look forward to feeling it fill my ass with a big load later."
He stuffed his dick back into his pants and leaned down and kissed me, sharing his load. "That's the best climax I've ever had on a plane. I want to taste my load in your ass, just like I did John's load." He turned and slowly opened the door. I slipped out about 20 seconds later. John was still sleeping. I began a movie and settled in.
About 20 minutes later, the handsome steward came by. I offered him the same deal that I had the muscular one. He said that Derrick had told him about what a great time he'd had in the bathroom with me. I assured him that I was more than ready to repeat the experience for him. I pulled his hand into my crotch to prove my readiness. He smiled evilly and told me to meet him in the bathroom right away. I watched him disappear into the said room and followed him about half a minute later.
He eagerly unzipped my pants and pulled out my hard dick. His lips and tongue made quick work of my bubbling precum. Again, he tried to descend the full length of my dick, but had the same, sad result that Derrick did. However, he played with my full nuts as he sucked what he could and was rewarded with another load that felt like it was as big as the one I delivered into Derrick's mouth. "May I eat your ass out the way that Derrick did?" he hoped. I nodded and smile, then turned around and presented my black ass to his face. Quickly, his tongue rocketed up my hole, working as deeply as he could reach. I didn't think he'd get much of John's load, but I was more than willing to sit on his face to feel his tongue attempt it.
As I'd performed with Derrick, I told Stan to swap places with me. I knew he was ready because I'd fondled his bulging crotch. Unlike Derrick, Stan had a long dick that was about equal to John's. However, it wasn't as thick. I did my best to swallow him and succeeded to my surprise and his. I suppose it was because his dick wasn't as thick. In any event, he lasted nearly a minute before his dick fired and I swallowed repeatedly. His big balls jumped with each climax wave. Hungrily, I swallowed every drop and begged for more. "I want this long beauty up my ass filling me up with a load as least as big as this one," I said greedily. "Do you eat ass that's been flooded with nutt, too?"
"Oh, yeah," he smiled. "Derrick told me that he ate out some of John's load, but I didn't taste any of it. I guess Derrick got it all."
"After you fuck me at the hotel, I'm sure I'll sit on your face, so that you can sample his and yours mixed together," I promised.
I think John got about five hours of sleep before breakfast was served. It was hot and good. With a hot towel to wash our faces and hands, we felt like we were ready to face the day.
Before we landed, I told both of our new friends that I'd wished I could have demonstrated more completely how much I looked forward to seeing them again. I did allow another good feel of my hard dick for both.
"Please contact us as soon as you know your schedule," they reminded me. I didn't need the reminder, but I did appreciate their zeal to bed us.
We passed through immigration quickly at Charles de Gaulle airport and took a train into Paris. John knew the city well enough to know which stop to get off and get on to the underground subway (the Metro) system. That took us to within a block of our hotel. We left a message at the desk for Mr. Graham to contact us as soon as he knew my schedule. John had promised that he'd call the modeling agency as soon as we had that schedule. I told John I'd take care of the arrangements to play with the flight attendants.
"Mr. Graham should be checking in at any moment, so I think we should stay here until we hear from him," I said. "You can play tour guide after that, assuming I can stay awake that long."
"Why don't you rest until he calls?" John suggested. "Even if it's only for an hour, you'll feel much better." I took his suggestion and peeled off my clothes and took a shower before crawling into the huge bed. I could see in John's eyes that he wanted to molest me, but knew I needed the rest more than I needed sex.
I was only slightly disappointed that he didn't molest me, but the sleep of the dead overwhelmed me less than three minutes later. When the phone rang, I thought I'd just fallen asleep, but it was two hours later. I wasn't completely rested, but the power nap did me a world of good.
Mr. Graham said that the auction was in five days, but we'd preview everything in four days. He offered to show me around Paris again, but I declined, reminding him that John was with me and had offered to be my guide before we'd left home. He suggested dinner at one of his favorite restaurants, not far from the hotel. He said he'd call for reservations and get us in early by Paris standards. That meant we'd have dinner about 7 p.m. Hopefully, we could all stay awake that late.
John called the modeling agency and found that they weren't able to start the shoot for three days. They needed more time to make the clothes that I'd be modeling. That gave us time to get over jetlag, so I wouldn't have raccoon eyes. And it gave us time to see the city and entertain the flight attendants. I called both of them and suggested that tomorrow afternoon would be convenient for us, if the muscular one (Derrick) was available. The handsome one (Stan) we suggested might want to warm our bed that evening, but not too late. They readily agreed.
I wanted to see more of Paris, especially the landmarks. John suggested that we stop at a bistro for lunch and then hit the famous sites. We picked up a map of the Metro system that included all the sites I wanted to see. He also suggested that tomorrow might be a good day to ride one or more of the city bus tours. There were four of them that concentrated on their special part of the city. We could hop off and tour the sites on foot, until we got back on to go to another part of the city. The fee covered all day or you could buy a pass that was good for three days or for a week. John decided we'd get the week ticket, so we could get around Paris at our pace. The price was equivalent of two daily tickets each day on the Metro. I thought it was expensive, but John reminded me that Paris wasn't a cheap city.
After spending an hour at the Eiffel Tower (most of that time was waiting in line to get on the elevator) and another walking the Champs Elysees (with a detour to climb to the top of the Arc de Triomphe), we headed back to the hotel. We spent time deciding what we'd do for the next few days to see everything I wanted to see, which included a lot of museums. John got us museum passes, so we could go to the front of the line. He warned me that the Louvre was massive and we'd get tired legs, feet, and backs if we spent too much time there on any day. He suggested that we break up the viewing into three days. "Everything runs together after a while, so you don't remember what you've seen," he said. I took his advice.
We had an early dinner at the restaurant that Mr. Graham suggested. It was only three blocks away and had an extensive menu of mostly French food. There were pasta dishes and some English and American fare. We passed on those and chose entrees that were more French. John and Mr. Graham made suggestions and I agreed with Mr. Graham (just to stay in his good graces). The meal was wonderful. The wine was mediocre, but that isn't unusual in a tourist restaurant in Paris, John informed me. Mr. Graham nodded. He said that Parisian restaurants were known for their vin ordinaire (ordinary wines). We'd have to ask the flight attendants or the modeling agency for wine suggestions to go with our future meals, assuming the future restaurants had big enough wine lists.
We were in bed by 8:30 p.m. local time. We needed sleep more than we needed sex, so we fell asleep nearly instantly. When the sun rose early the next morning (Saturday), we were awake and in need of some deep bonding. I fucked John twice and ate his ass out as often as I could. He did the same for me. I loved every inch of his thick, long, pink dick. And the big finish with massive quantities of jizz made the day begin just right. As we showered, we fucked again. Sex was like potato chips to us: we couldn't have just one.
After dressing, we hit the streets and descended into the Metro to start our tour day. We walked into the Louvre as soon as it was open and stayed about 2.5 hours. And then we walked or rode the city tour busses until it was time for lunch. "I think we have time for one more museum until we have to get back to our hotel to entertain a flight attendant," John said. "What was the guy's name?"
"Derrick, if I remember correctly," I replied. "Stan was the other one."
"So the muscle muffin is our first conquest?" John smiled. I nodded. "I'm really looking forward to both of them. They bring different looks and skills, I'm sure. Did you notice that both had nice bulges?"
"Yeah, I let both rub my dick as I got hard, telling them what I wanted to do with them. Both got hard as they stroked me," I smiled. "I did feel them in my mouth when I blew them in the airplane bathroom, but I know they both have big-headed dicks. Derrick has a really fat dick, and Stan has a long one, about your length, as I told you earlier."
"We'll find out soon enough if they're any good in bed doing the nasty," John snickered. "Let's get ready for them," he added as he headed to the bathroom. We cleaned up and out and then fucked each other. We knew both were into felching, hopefully they'd show us they were more into it than even we are. They certainly gave me the impression that they loved it. I clearly remember Stan lamenting that he couldn't taste any of John's cream when Stan ate my ass out on the plane.
Derrick arrived on time. We exchanged test results and then got down to business. "What do you want to do first?" John asked.
"I want to help both of you out of your clothes and then suck some dick," he smiled hungrily at us. "Somewhere in there, I need to eat a lot of butt. Who wants to fuck me first?" he asked looking directly at me. I smiled and nodded. "In that case, I want you to sit on my face and suck my dick while Adam's having his fun deep in my ass. You don't pull out, do you?"
"Never!" I replied.
"Perfect," Derrick smiled. He slowly tugged off our clothes, kissing and licking exposed skin as he headed south. He nuzzled our ball sacks and licked precum from the tips of our dicks before he moved lower down our legs. Finally, he sucked on our dicks as we stood closer and he knelt. John cut that short only moments later, warning that he was getting too close to his climax and he preferred to pump his load up Derrick's ass. Derrick smiled and quickly agreed. Quickly getting into position on his back, Derrick smiled at me and handed me a small pump bottle of lube. "You're really big, so I'm gonna need a lot of this," he directed. I pushed his legs into his chest while John squatted over Derrick's face. Derrick moaned when his tongue made contact with John's hole. "Delicious!" Derrick mumbled as he tongue burrowed deeper. My tongue was working as far up Derrick's hole as I could reach. It was clean and ready.
About two minutes later, I added lube to his hungry hole and pressed forward. Derrick moaned and his body winced. I stopped and withdrew, so that just the big head was inside him. I paused a few seconds and then pushed deeper again. This time, I had more than half the length of my dick inside him before he pushed back on my chest. I stopped again and withdrew a couple of inches. A few more seconds passed before I pushed in again. This time, I went all the way in. I made my dick jerk, so he could feel how deep I was. But, that happened only once. If I did it any more, I'd nutt immediately.
Meanwhile, John had been sucking on Derrick's hard dick while sitting on Derrick's face. "This guy is a great ass eater," John praised. "He's gonna love my load in your ass," he added. Derrick moaned with anticipated pleasure. I set up my very slow fucking motion. Derrick moved his hands from my chest to my ass and began pulling me harder into him each time I thrust forward.
My nuts were nearing the boiling point. Derrick moaned more loudly into John's ass. A few seconds later, he pushed John's face away from his dick. "I'll nutt if you keep that up," he warned John. "I really want to save this load for your ass or Adam's."
I very much doubt that I rode Derrick's ass for more than another minute. He was so wonderfully tight and knew how to use his ass muscles to get me off. I tried to stop my progress, but his ass had the final word. With an unmistakable signal that my balls were unloading, I howled out my climax, pounding Derrick's deep love tunnel powerfully. I slammed in long strokes to get maximum pleasure while coating the walls of his sweet ass tunnel with my creamy jizz. As my deep strokes abated, John pulled off Derrick's face and took my place. With a sigh, I moved to sit on Derrick's face, but I first offered my cum-streaked dick for him to clean. He greedily sucked it spotless.
"I hope there's a lot of cum in your ass for me to suck out," Derrick moaned as John worked his tongue up Derrick's hole and ate my sperm out. I squatted over Derrick's mouth and teased him with enough distance from my manhole that he had to reach for it. When his tongue made contact, I sat squarely on his face. His tongue rocketed up my hole and scooped out John's earlier load. Derrick moaned and groaned with pleasure. His dick jerked and leaked precum. I licked off the precum, but didn't dare engulf the head or full length. I knew his climax was very close.
John pushed Derrick's legs into his chest as I had earlier, added some lube, and pressed forward. Because I'm thicker and longer than John, he was able to slide all the way in, hitting bottom with a sigh of pleasure from both men. Infrequently, Derrick pulled away from my ass to warn me away from his pulsating dick. I couldn't resist sliding my tongue over his precum-oozing dickhead.
Suddenly, he pushed my ass away from his face and moaned, "I'm gonna cum!" I quickly spun around and grabbed his dick, pushing it up my ass. A second later, I felt his hard dick jerk inside me. I sat farther down his shaft, engulfing all of it a moment later. His hands went quickly to my hips and held me down as he thrust upwards rapidly. He deposited a nice load of jizz inside me. His dick is as thick as John's but not as long. But it still felt good.
John continued fucking Derrick's ass as Derrick pumped his load into my ass. John's tempo increased as he pounded heavily into Derrick. "Fuck, YEAH!" Derrick cried. "Load my ass!" I decided to help John to reach his climax even faster. I pulled off Derrick's slowly shrinking dick and pushed my ass back into John's face. Only seconds later, John was bellowing out his climax as he ate Derrick's cream from my butt. "Fuckin' HOT!" Derrick beamed when John finished. "That's the kind of sex I crave."
I switched around and sat on Derrick's face again. I knew John hadn't had enough time to lick out all of Derrick's seed from my hole. As he had done earlier today, John kept pounding away on Derrick's ass after he'd thoroughly sprayed the inside of the attendant's sweet ass.
For the next hour and a half, we fucked each other into multiple climaxes. Derrick was the recipient of more jizz than he'd ever experienced. However, his recovery wasn't as good as ours, so John took Derrick's second and last load. I know I sprayed three loads into Derrick and so did John. At the end, Derrick begged us to end it. His ass was full and sore. John and I ate his ass out to help with the soreness, but Derrick had had enough. We bid him farewell at our hotel room door as he slowly, gingerly walked away. But, he did have a big smile as did we.
"I need to get dicked again," I insisted. John smiled knowingly. He suggested that we shower quickly and fill my request and ass in there. Never one to pass up a chance to fuck John, I turned him around after he bred me and added my cream to what Derrick had deposited.
Stan was a little early, but we were ready for him. We exchanged test results quickly. His clothes were off a few seconds later and his lips were locked around my dick first. His right hand stroked John's hard dick for a few seconds before he switched his focus and blew John and stroked me. "Who wants to load my ass first?" he asked gleefully. "How about we start a fuck sandwich with me in the middle?" We nodded. "I'd better take John on first. Adam will probably rip me apart with that monster dick."
"I'll bottom," I agreed. "Which position do you want me in?"
"On your stomach," Stan directed. "I really love a hard, round ass taking my long dick from that position." I got on to my stomach and wiggled my ass at him. He ate my ass out and swooned when he tasted cum. "Damn! I love felching. That's so much better than just a good rimming!" John had moved in behind Stan and was giving him the same treatment. I had to assume that Stan was clean like Derrick had been. Stan moaned softly when John opened Stan's ass up with John's thick, long dick. Stan's tongue worked even harder to get cum from my hole. But, getting fucked inspired him and made his dick throb. He quickly added lube to my hole and sank to the full length of his long, slender dick. "This is even better than I could have hoped for," he sighed into my ear. He kissed my ears and neck, slowly sliding his hard dick in and out of me. I could feel how long he was and loved it. He was a great top.
"You're gonna love his ass, Adam," John sighed. "It's so hungry and deep. And I can tell that he really likes big ones. Already, I'm close to nutting in his butt."
"And I'm gonna cream in Adam's ass right now," Stan croaked.
Both of them thrashed and pounded above me, attempting to pump their jizz deeper and deeper. I loved the sound of their climaxes climbing and crashing hard. My own dick sliding along the sheets was threatening to explode with them. But, I held on, knowing I was going to fuck this handsome man's ass and make a big deposit in it that surpassed John's.
But, I'd have to wait until they were finished pumping their loads into hungry manholes. Stan pulled out first and immediately began felching out my hole. His long dick had fired his cream deeply inside me, so I wasn't sure that his tongue could reach his load. But, he did make some very hungry, piggy noises. I heard John join in the chorus of felchers when he pulled out of Stan and slurped on the handsome man's stretched hole.
I rose on to my hands and knees to give him better access to my ass. Stan made even more piggy sounds when his face connected to my ass again. John moved deeper inside Stan and moaned at the taste of the young man's ass and his cream. "I love eating out manholes," John sighed and went back to work.
I needed to fuck. My dick was very hard and my heavy balls were starting to ache. I had to fuck some ass or get a blowjob before I accidently soaked the sheets with my creamy man juices. Moving away from Stan, I pushed him face down on to the bed and mounted him. With the lube and cum that John had pushed up his ass, I knew Stan was ready for me. Still, I took the descent slowly. I know I have a big dick and it takes time to accommodate me.
Stan backed up on to my descending dick. He's had recent experience taking on big ones, I concluded. His sigh of pleasure told me that my assumption was correct. "Just like that," he sighed. "I love a big dick up my ass. And I hope that beautifully big dick delivers a monster load. I know John gave me what I needed, but I can't get enough jizz. That's what frustrates me so much when the man fucking me has to wear a condom!"
"You'll get your wish, Stan," I assured him. "I love filling up a hungry hole like yours. How long do you want me to ride?"
"As long as it takes to get your nutt," he answered. "You did say that it can take as few as ten minutes to recharge. In that time, I can eat my load from your ass. And then you can refill my hole with another load. I'm sure John will be more than willing to eat my ass out while I felch your hole, Adam."
"I like the way this man thinks," John smiled. "If it takes Adam a little longer to recover, I'm sure I can take care of your ass if I recover sooner, Stan."
For the next two hours, John and I took turns filling and felching Stan's ass. He did his best to keep our manholes topped up with his jizz, but his recovery was closer to 30 minutes than our usual ten to fifteen minutes. He didn't complain about his inability to keep up with us. The truth is that Stan is much more of a bottom than he pretends to be. And we didn't complain, either. We loved his hungry hole and his skill at felching one of us out while the other was fucking him.
He left our room satisfied and filled. And we were all smiles as well. And we were exhausted from the nearly non-stop sex and jetlag. We didn't bother taking a shower before we went to bed. We crashed and didn't wake up until the sun rose early on Sunday morning.
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