This is not a story behind which there is any real truth nor can it be 100% fiction in that I have gone over the scenario so many times in my head, it is practically an actual moment in my memory. If this offends you, I don't care. I will not apologize for what I think or the way I am.
Prologue
I believe I have had these thoughts since I was about fifteen. Back then I would sleep at my sister's house on weekends or any other time I could get away from my own. After she and her boyfriend would go to sleep I would start up the computer. It started out with naked girls and one-on-one action, but as my interest in more mild porn waned, and my Internet navigation skills sharpened, I began to find more and more images of increasingly kinky material. In fact, after a while, women getting nailed in every orifice they possess by huge dicked black guys, or girls licking cum out of other girls' anuses no longer excited me. Don't get me wrong, I still love that stuff, however, I soon took to another interest.
I don't know what triggered it, maybe the shape, or the way they look when wet with juices, sliding delicately in and out of a pussy or ass, but all of a sudden I was enthralled by cocks. Big ones, little ones, black ones, Asian ones; it didn't matter. But it wasn't only the dicks; it was men using them on each other. Soon, I was typing every word dealing with gays, faggots, queers, homos, etc. into the search engines. I loved looking at them and masturbating till I would cum all over my brother's keyboard for the third time that night around 5:30am. In fact this is when I first became a great fan of the Nifty Archives.
That was where it started.
Fast forward a little, I am 24 now and married. Overall, I am very happy with my life; my job sucks but pays the bills, I have a nice house, great family and friends, and a loving, wonderful wife. But ever since those first days, I have had this urge to be with a man. Not mentally, but physically. I want to have a cock in my mouth and taste the cum as it slides down my throat. I want to know how it feels to have a living, breathing dick work its way up my ass and thrust in and out until it spews cum into my bowels. I have gotten to the point where I think about this when my wife is blowing me or we are having sex. I don't feel guilty, they are only thoughts and I will probably never act on them. I know that I am not gay, at least not in the deeper meaning of the word; I just love the idea of sex with a man.
The reason I am actually writing this is to share with you the scenario I have played over and over in my head for the longest time. It is what I have decided it would be like if I were to ever act on my feelings. A lot of diminutive details have been added for effect but, overall, it is exactly how I think of it. Every single word I have mentioned thus far in this...I guess you would call it a story, has been absolute truth. What I am about to write, however, will only hopefully come true.
What Could Be
It's not that late in the day, maybe 7:30pm, but being that it is late December, the sky is pitch black. The air feels blisteringly cold, probably the coldest it has been all year and there had been a light snow earlier in the day that left a beautiful sheen of powder on the hard ground. I love this weather; it always puts me into the Christmas mood. Today, however, I am far too nervous to notice.
I have already made the reservations at the hotel and I am just out for a drive to pass the time; they won't be there until Nine O'clock or so. Out of the corner of my eye I see an adult movie store. It is now that I realize that it would be a good idea to loosen up a little first. Laughing to myself about the double meaning of my last thought, I slowly pull into the driveway of the store and find a parking space. I have always been a little embarrassed to go into places like this, but it has never stopped me before.
Inside it looks like any other chain adult shop; brighter than one would expect, with rows of videos and magazines, the toys and knickknacks on shelves or hanging from the walls, and maybe a splash of neon lights encircling the area where those walls meet the ceiling. Overall, gaudy yet inviting. There are a few people looking around. A younger man and his girlfriend/wife/mistress looking at a glassed off display shelf containing bongs, bowls, and other "tobacco" paraphernalia, a 40ish, slightly balding man trying to decide between the videos he held in each hand, and an even older man just sort of sauntering around with his hands in his pockets.
I peruse the videos, looking at the lurid pictures on the back of a few choice boxes. Seeing the images of young women with cocks up their ass or getting facials is enough to give me a slight hardon. Soon I am looking at the amateur magazines. I have always loved amateur porn. There is something about its being real that appeals to me so much more than the airbrushed, choreographed fakeness of "Hollywood" porn. But this isn't why I am here.
I have been to porno shops, quite a few actually, but I never really paid attention to the toys section. I begin at the cock rings and other such small "accessories", but I have never had much interest in these items and continue my sidestepping motion along the wall. Soon I am at the dolls. I must admit that I have had somewhat of a fetish for these things. I guess it is just a dominant side of me, but I have often fantasized about fucking a full sized sex doll while it just sits there and does whatever I want it to. Further down the way I get to the dildos.
They look wonderful. Looking at them gives me shivers and reminds me of the events to take place in a little under over an hour. I notice all the different types they have on display. I am not a fan of the smooth rocket shaped ones; I like the spongy, flesh tone, cock shaped dildos with balls at the base and large veins on the sides.
I am no stranger to ass play. Since I was very young I have used pseudo-dildos such as the blunt end of markers, smooth screwdriver handles, etc. It wasn't until just a few years ago that I used my first real dildo. It may sound disgusting, but it belonged to my sister. Obviously I washed it thoroughly before using it. The dildo was a purple semi-transparent color, not flesh tone, but otherwise it was exactly how I like them. It was about 8 inches long and maybe 5 or 6 inches in diameter; not enormous but slightly larger than average. I say with no small amount of pride that I was able to deepthroat it on my first try and get it all the way up my ass. I may have used objects before but this was so much better.
As I view the section and try to decide on one of the plethora of rubber, plastic, and synthetic cocks, I hear a voice behind me.
"I know what your thinking."
I turn, rather startled but not enough to actually lose my composition. About five feet away from me is the older man that I saw with his hands in his pockets. He wasn't looking at me but at a shelf with some miscellaneous magazines. I can see now he is probably in his early 50s and has that sort of fatherly/grandfatherly look to him.
"Excuse me?" I say. I know what he said, but it is just a way to have him repeat it, giving me time to absorb the situation.
He turns and looks at me. "I said, 'I know what your thinking.' You've been staring at those things for ten minutes now. You are wondering which would feel best."
At this time my head is feeling a little like a balloon. This whole evening is supposed to be like a covert mission. Do I look obvious? Where the hell does this guy get off thinking he knows me? I realize I am overreacting and also that I am taking a little too long to reply to his comment. Before I can, he beats me to it.
"It's ok, I'm not a freak or anything. But I see the way you are looking at those dildos. I suggest the 'Real-Feel Love Pole'."
"I uh...I'm just getting something for my wife." It is not a bad cover but I realize the execution was terrible.
He just continues looking at me as if he knows something I don't. After a moment's pondering I understand that this is true, however, so I just come clean.
"Ok, you're right." I admit. I guess I feel a little ashamed, but not really; more so just curious as to why this man decided to talk to me about this.
"I knew it." A pause. "If you don't mind my asking, are you gay or just into dildos?"
"Umm...just into dildos." For some reason, talking about this with this man gives me a bit of a twitch in my dick. I turn back to the wall to both hide my growing penis and to continue making a decision; I have to be back to the room by about 8:30.
"Me too. Though it's too bad you aren't into guys. I wouldn't mind a bit of the real thing tonight." He walks away but as he does I feel his hand very slightly touch the right side of my ass, almost on the hip. My dick immediately reacts with a nice little jump in my pants making the tip rub against the cold zipper through the slit on my boxers. I wait until he walks around the corner and adjust my crotch to avoid showing off too much.
I skip on the suggestion of the Reel-Feel as it is 10 inches long and a little big for my tastes. Instead I choose a standard dildo that matches my criteria. As I said, I am a little embarrassed of being in these stores and buying a dildo is a little more than buying a movie. I think of something lame to say to the cashier about how it's for a gag gift or something. Realizing that they guy won't care either way, not to mention the fact that no-one buys a gag gift for $35, I just decide to shut up, buy it, and leave.
I remember how damned cold it is outside as I reach my car. I throw the non-descript paper bag onto the passenger seat and warm up the car. By now, my erection has faded but there is a definite wetness in my boxers reminding me of the random encounter I had with the old man five minutes before hand. I am still confused as to why he talked to me. Does this sort of thing happen all the time? Is this the kind of place where guys meet to have anonymous sex?
I stop asking myself questions and pull out of the parking lot. It is now 8:10 and, with the hotel only about seven minutes away, I'll have a little more time than I thought. I pull into the hotel's garage and take my bag with me to the elevators. The hotel is rather big and it takes another five minutes to get to my room. I swipe the keycard I received at the counter in the lobby and enter.
Tonight is going to be my night. I spared no expense in my plans and the room conveys that fact nicely. It is over twelve hundred square feet and is very modern. As I enter, I look around admiring the open floor plan. The room to the left is a kitchen with wrap around counters and cabinets; in the middle is an island with a sink. The tiling on the floor reminds me almost of a southwestern style. To the right is the living room. I think of how I wish my living room at home could look like this. In the corner is an L-shaped, soft leather couch with lamps at both ends and a matching recliner near it on the far wall. The entertainment center lies against an angled wall facing directly toward the elbow of the couch. Continuing on through the carpeted main area I come to an intersection with three doors. To the left is the study. There is nothing of real consequence in there, just a desk, bookshelf, and couch. The door in front of me leads to the bathroom and the one to the right leads to the bedroom.
I head into the bedroom and throw the bag on the king-sized bed. The room is decorated rather sparsely but I like it that way. The bed has a grandiose head and footboard with a bedside table on either side. I take my shoes and socks off and feel the wonderfully cool, soft carpet on my feet. I then notice that when I threw the bag on the bed the beautiful cock inside slipped out. I reach down and take it by the plastic it is encased in. After struggling with the carton I get some scissors out of the study and cut it free.
I love the feeling of the soft rubber, or whatever it is made of, in my hand. I place the now empty container into the paper bag and toss it into the trash in the bedroom. I turn my attention back to the fake cock in my hand and give it a quick lick on the underside between the balls and tip. The taste of the new rubber is a little strong so I decide to wash it with some soap and water before proceeding.
I need to prepare myself.
I begin tearing off my cloths, not wasting any time; it is now 8:35 and they will be here in less than half an hour. I finally get down to just my boxers and my cock springs out of the slit like a jack-in-the-box. I pull my boxers down and, armed with the 8-inch rubber dick, head through second entrance to the bathroom from the bedroom. I quickly wash it in the sink with some soap and water until it smells more like lavender than rubber. After drying it, I get right to business placing the cock on the lowered lid of the toilet and getting on my knees in front of it. It is time to see if I can still deepthroat a cock.
Leaning forward I lick the tip for a few seconds while holding the base with my left hand. I would normally take this slow and lick the sides and balls but time is a little short. I slowly lower my head onto the fake cock, careful not to touch it with my teeth. The tip slides along my tongue transforming from a dry piece of rubber to a delightfully wet and slippery pole. I can feel the veins on the sides moving past my lips as more of the dildo is allowed into my mouth. Once the tip reaches the crest of my tongue I begin a bobbing motion just as I see in gay, and straight for that matter, porno movies.
I stop the up and down motion on my down stroke and let the tip stay in the rear of my mouth. At this time I move my right hand up to my mouth and catch some of the stray saliva that is being deposited on the cock with my middle finger. I reach down between my legs with my newly coated finger and find my asshole. A little relaxation and a little pressure and my finger is buried to the hilt. As I start moving my finger in and out of my asshole I slowly lower my head onto the dick. As the tip and ensuing shaft begin their descent, I think about how funny it is that I can't brush my teeth without nearly throwing up, but when I am as horny as I am now I can take this real sized dildo all the way into my throat.
I can now feel my throat expanding and that slight yet enjoyable choking feeling that comes with it. My lips are touching the balls now and my dick is aching for release. I don't want to get too sore before my guests from the service arrive so I ease the dildo out of my mouth. I stand up, rather proud of myself for still being able to do that and look down at the toilet seat. It is covered with shiny, delicious looking saliva. Now with my ass slightly loose and lubed, and the rubber cock completely drenched in my spit it is time to do as I thought before: loosen up.
I turn with my back facing the toilet and a sudden thought of regret jumps into my head that I should have gotten one with a suction cup. I squat over the dildo, grasping the base with my right hand. Carefully lowering myself, I feel the head of the cock touch my ass. It's a little off center but a quick shimmy takes care of that. Now the tip is touching my tight puckered anus. Very slowly now, I begin bending my knees. The head is met with a lot of resistance as I realize it is hard to stay relaxed while holding my body up on bended knees. To remedy the situation, I move my left hand from my thigh to the toilet lid for support. It works, and I maintain my balance while still relaxing my ass. In the next few seconds the head of the dildo begins spreading my sphincter. Very delicately, I lower myself another inch and the tip enters me. That electric feeling starts filling my body and I prepare to go further...
<knock - knock - knock>
"SHIT!"
I spring up from the toilet. My anus is still gripping the dildo, but the weight of it proves too much for my technically virgin asshole and it slips out with a loud pop and lands on the bathroom rug. My mind is racing. Is it the guys from the service? It's only 8:45. I didn't order any room service.
"Just a minute!" I yell. I know that whoever it is probably didn't hear me from way in the back behind a closed door, but it was more a reflex than anything. I quickly grab the complimentary bathrobe hanging on the shower hook and clean up the pool of saliva with some toilet paper. As I head back through the bedroom I scoop up the dildo and shove it into the bedside table. After a quick look around, to be sure nothing was missed, I head to the door and look out the peephole.
I see a man standing there. He is about 18 or 19 years old with shoulder length blonde hair and a relatively undefined body.
I freeze.
Holy shit, I think. This is it. Can I really go through with this? Will I like it? I almost start to panic when I see, buttoned to his breast, a small, rectangular, black piece of plastic with white lettering. I realize with perhaps a little sadness that he is just a hotel employee. I open the door and see behind him a cart with some covered silver dishes and a few cans of soda.
"Good evening sir, I have your order."
"I'm sorry, I didn't order anything." I act polite but in reality I am getting pretty mad. It isn't them, and with all the time this took up I am sure I won't be able to finish what I started before they get here.
The man gives a quick glance to the door with a dumbfounded look on his face. Then that look changes to 'I'm an idiot'.
"I'm so sorry sir, I'm on the wrong floor. I apologize for any inconvenience this may have caused."
Hearing that damned fake 'apologize for any inconvenience' line makes me want to gag way more than the dildo I had jammed in my throat only moments before. I want to tell him that he interrupted me loosening my asshole so it would be easier to get fucked in it within the next hour, but instead, of course, I just say that it isn't a problem and he leaves.
I turn around and head back towards the bedroom. A quick glance at the clock tells me it is 8:52. Even though I won't have time to use the dildo anymore, I need some release. After all, I don't want to finish too quickly.
Back in the bathroom, I stand near the sink furiously stroking my cock. My mind begins its obligatory thought process, searching randomly for erotic images and scenarios. I think of what will happen tonight. Then I narrow it down to sucking a hot dick. I imagine bringing another man over the edge with my mouth and swallowing his cum.
I know what cum tastes like, having tried my own on a few occasions, but it is usually a hard thing for me to bring myself to do. It isn't that I really dislike the taste or that I think it is gross, it's that the only time I can taste my own cum is, obviously, after I cum. And as soon as I cum, I look down at my hand holding my juice, realize that I'm not horny anymore, and just wash it off. But, never-fail, I always think to myself while I am jacking off about swallowing my cum after I finish. Now is no exception.
Except, this time, I really hope that I can taste my own jizz as sort of a preparation for later. If I can't taste my own, what makes me think I can swallow someone else's? I will soon find out, though, because I now have that familiar feeling inside my balls. Slightly bending my knees I move a little closer to the sink and hold my left hand just in front of my pole. The feeling moves closer and closer to the surface until I know it is imminent. My cum spurts from my cock like a fountain. The first few shots splash into my cupped hand and spray over the sides of my palm. The remaining load shoots with a little less power and settles nicely in my hand.
Even before the first wad shot, I could feel my excitement quell and the thoughts of swallowing my own cum disperse. I look down at my hand, in which the creamy semi-transparent liquid resides, and, with a feeling of failure, turn it over. The cum slides off and falls into the sink where it quickly slips down the drain. I wash my hands and cock and return to the bedroom. It is 8:59.
Freshly released and not feeling horny anymore, doubt sets in. Do I really want this? A moment of pondering. Yes. I have wanted this for a long, long time, I tell myself. I look around and make sure everything is in place and the rooms are clean. It all looks good and I go into the living room to wait for my guests. It is 9:02.
<knock - knock>
Ok.
This time I don't look through the peephole, just open the door. There are two of them standing there looking exactly how I asked. I motion for them to come in and lead them into the living room.
"Uh..hi." I say, not sure of the etiquette involved.
"Hello."
"Hi."
I stand in the oversized doorway to the living room while one of them sits on the L-shaped couch and the other on the recliner. The one on the recliner is obviously the younger of the two. He looks about 25 with short black hair and is wearing baggy jeans and a thick winter coat. The other looks slightly past 30 with brown hair and dressed similarly. Both of them are average looking, like a non-descript guy in line with you at the grocery store, but they are fairly attractive.
"Well, I'm sure you guys know my name, but can you tell me yours?"
"Sure, I'm Dave." It is the one on the couch.
"Tim."
"I just want to let you both know that I am new to this." I had told myself earlier that I wasn't going to disclose this fact but the awkwardness of the situation demanded my saying something.
"That's cool, a lot of our clients haven't used a service before", comes from Tim.
Caught a little off guard, I explain, "No, I mean that I am new to being with a guy. I have never done any of this before."
I can see that both men are slightly taken aback by this comment. They are professional enough not to say anything but I think it is because I chose to have two guys for my first time. When making arrangements at the service, the man on the phone had asked me how many escorts I would require. Not having thought of more than one as a possibility, I figured, what the hell, why not go for broke.
"Well, looks like we're in for a treat", says Dave smiling. "We'll have to give you some extra special treatment."
I can feel my cock starting to stir again within my robe. The situation has felt surreal up until now, but with my two prostitutes finally here, it has become very real indeed; and I like it. There have been enough formalities, I think to myself. I am not here to make friends.
I build up my courage and walk across the room to Dave. As soon as I reach him, I drop to my knees and place my hands on his hips. I can see he wasn't expecting this but he quickly recomposes himself and tilts his head back. I push my face into his still-clothed crotch and feel his fast-growing cock against my nose and lips. After inhaling deeply and amusing myself with the manly aroma, I pull my head back. I look up at him to see his head still laid back on the cushion of the couch, then over at Tim who is now on the edge of the recliner staring intently at us.
Turning my attention back to the blue jeans encased package I reach for the zipper and slowly pull it down revealing tightly fitting, white boxer briefs underneath. As I undo the button, grasp the waist of the pants and begin to pull down, Dave takes off his heavy winter coat and unbuttons the polo shirt previously tucked into the jeans. Now that his pants are completely off, he finishes his job by removing the shirt altogether while I slip off his shoes and socks.
Before me I now have an almost completely naked man. He is not that muscular and only has a line of hair between his waistline and bellybutton, just how I specified. Being the winter, his white skin is paler than I am sure it would be in the summer, but I kind of like it this way. I can see now that his erection is nearly full and through the briefs it looks to be 7 or 8 inches. I reach for the underwear and pull it down.
The cock pops out like a bullet and proceeds to bob up and down enticingly. I can see that it is at most 7 inches long and has the perfect shape. The shaft looks so sexy with the veins snaking up it like vines on a lamppost, and the head, with a slightly larger diameter than the shaft, is a beautiful pink color and looks delicately soft.
Without hesitation, I lick my lips and lean forward impaling my mouth with about 4 inches of the meat. I am rewarded by the moans of not only Dave but also Tim. I look over to be greeted with the sight of Tim stroking his semi-hard cock. As I start my up and down motion of my first blowjob, I take in the all of the sensory stimulants around me.
The taste and smell are not what I imagined. What I expected to be somewhat bitter and musky was actually pretty tasteless with an almost sweetness to it. He clearly washed well before coming over and probably used some sort of body spray. What I saw was very erotic; I could see the base of his cock move in and out of view as I made my way up and down. I would move my gaze from his crotch and lower stomach to his face, which was now looking down at the inexperienced cocksucker between his legs. The look he stared at me with was enough to make my dick grow to its maximum density. Finally, the most thrilling part of the sensory experience is the sound. Not only are both men moaning in pleasure but I am making nasty slurping noises as the saliva is building up and leaking out of the sides of my hungry mouth.
I hear Tim moving around and can see in my peripheral that he is undressing himself. Next I feel my robe being raised in the back and warm hands touching my hips. At this point my legs are fully bent, so I straighten them somewhat to about 90 degrees giving Tim full access to my ass. A jolt of electricity shoots through my body as I feel the lips on my ass cheek. Though clean-shaven, there is still a hint of facial hair reminding me that another man is kissing my ass and I am enjoying it. His hands then spread my ass revealing my asshole as his head moves slowly, still kissing as he goes, until he reaches the hole. He hovers there for a minute and I hear him inhaling.
My mouth sucks on Dave's cock faster as I anticipate the rimming and my own moans mingle with the sloppy wet sucking noises I'm making. Tim's tongue enters my asshole and I nearly pass out. The feeling is not like any I have felt before. In my excitement I lower my head all the way to Dave's pubes and easily take his 7 inches into my throat. Proud of the "holy shit" uttered by Dave, I take the cock all the way out of my mouth, enjoying the feeling of my throat returning to its original shape. I look at it in front of me as I relish the ass licking I am still receiving.
His cock is super hard and dripping wet with my saliva pooling around its base. In one fluid motion I sweep my hand through the pool before moving it up the shaft and begin jacking his meat. The slurping noise it makes gets me even hornier and I bury it into my throat again. I begin bobbing up and down again but this time I leave my mouth open and just let my throat suck the first few inches of his dick. I love the tightness as my throat expands around the cock head.
The tongue in my asshole is replaced by the tip of a finger. I can tell by the thickness it is Tim's thumb and it feels ridiculously good. As more and more of the thumb works its way into my fuck hole, Dave's moans get louder and I can feel his balls tighten as I caress them.
This is it, I think to myself. I am going to take a fucking load in my mouth and do my damnedest to swallow the whole thing. I grasp the base of Dave's dick and remove it from my throat but still eagerly suck and lick the shaft and head. His moans turn into sultry words of encouragement and derogatory insults.
"That's it you fucking cocksucker! You love my fucking dick don't you? Take it out so I can cum!"
I pull the meat out of my mouth with a few strings of spit connecting the head to my mouth. I take my first good breath in about five minutes and it makes a bit of a gurgling sound as the air enters.
"Ghuuhhh...No! I want you to cum with your cock in my mouth so I can swallow your load!" It feels so fucking slutty and great to finally hear myself say that.
"Oh fuck yeah! Put it back in then you cum slut!"
I slide his dick back into my mouth with a slurp and start face fucking it again. Tim's thumb is fucking me hard and he is now licking the underside of my balls. By now I can almost cum without touching my dick. Dave grabs the back of my head and pulls me all the way down on it forcing it back into my throat. I hear his breathing increase again and he mutters a few more choice phrases before I feel it.
It starts as just warmness about 3 inches down my throat but then it almost feels like I'm drowning. I start to panic a little and pull the cock out of my throat but, determined to take the cum load, I leave it in my mouth. I can feel the individual shots hitting the back of my tongue and teeth. I swallow as a reflex to the shot or two he deposited deep in my throat but the cum in my mouth stays put. It begins to flow to the space between my cheeks and teeth settling against the gums. I get my first real taste of it. It is salty and warm and has an egg white texture to it. Normally I would probably not have cared for it, but because I am so fucking horny, Dave's cum tastes like ambrosia.
He is finally done spewing his semen into my hole and takes his cock out. I just sit here for a minute; rolling his seed around inside my mouth, savoring it and then I tilt my head back and let it slide down the passage to my hungry stomach. I want to feel the sensual motion of the cum as long as possible so I don't swallow until it is half way down my throat. I look up to see a surprised look on Dave's face.
"You must have done this before. I haven't had a blowjob that good for as long as I can remember."
I just smile and scoop up his messy, still-hard cock with my mouth. I can taste the left over cum on his pole as I begin sucking him again. I haven't noticed until now but Tim has at least two fingers up my ass now. I release Dave from my dripping mouth and turn my head to get a view at Tim.
Tim's cock is a good sight larger than Dave's. He is about 9 inches long and somewhat thicker. It is beautiful. I do an about-face on my knees and, straightening up remove the robe. Before it lands in the spot I threw it to, I have Tim's rock hard pole in my mouth. I suck him for a while with one or two deep thrusts putting my nose to his pubes. I want to blow him forever but I already had cum in my mouth, now I want it up my ass.
After getting his dick nice and lubed I turn around again. I hear him crawl up to me and feel the head of his wonderful member press against my fuck hole. At this time I renew my wish that that room service motherfucker didn't interrupt my stretching. The tip enters with a surprising amount of ease and I can feel my sphincter collapse around the shaft as the larger ridge of the tip made it in. I know about the pain of a cock in the ass, but this being bigger than any dildo I've used, I was a little worried. He slowly pushes in more of the cock until about 3 inches are inside my ass. I find myself thinking about how hot it feels. It might as well be a red-hot poker inside my butt, but it feels so fucking good, and there is hardly any pain. My anus wraps firmly around the cock amplifying every single vein and wrinkle.
After about five whole minutes, Tim works in all of the 9 inches he has to offer. I feel so full, like I have to take a shit, but the sensation is incredible and once again the proud feeling of accomplishment sweeps over me.
"Fuck me!" I am reeling with pleasure.
Without a word, Tim pulls fully 8 inches of his cock out of my ass and shoves it back in. I feel like screaming from delight but instead devour Dave's refreshed cock with my mouth. Tim begins his pumping motion and I am sent into a world of pleasure as I hungrily face fuck the meat in front of me. I feel Tim's pelvis slapping against my butt cheeks and my cock is swinging so violently that it is thumping against his balls. I reach down between my legs with my left hand and move the tips of my fingers to my asshole so I can feel his cock moving in and out of my body. The slippery, hot, machine-like movement on my fingers is too much for me. I remove my hand from my anus and begin aggressively fist fucking my cock. In only ten seconds, through muffled moans because of the dick in my mouth, I spew my load all over the carpeting. I expect to lose the level of excitement I have achieved but I am still as horny as when I started. In fact, now that I have blown my load, I want more. I reach down to the carpet where I came and scoop up as much of the creamy fluid as possible.
After pulling my mouth off of Dave's penis, I wipe the collected cum onto the tip. Before it has time to slide off, I replace my mouth and begin sucking my cum off of his cock. My head is spinning. It tastes so good when I am horny. When I am done swallowing all of it, I drop my head and take in the view of Tim pummeling my ass; it looks gorgeous.
Finally, I hear the same moans and heavy breathing from Tim that Dave gave off only minutes before. His pumping speed increases more and more until, when he is at his deepest, he stops dead in his tracks. I feel the hotness of his cock grow even hotter and this overwhelmingly filling feeling, like something growing inside of my bowels. Tim's pumping resumes and I hear the soupy sounds of his cock sliding in his own cum up my ass. I can also feel a little bit of it seeping out of my fuck hole and clinging to my skin as it travels around my balls and onto my dick. Reaching down again, I let it drip onto my hand before sucking it into my mouth. He tastes slightly different than Dave, but it is still so fucking exciting.
His pumping slows to a stop and he carefully pulls out of my ass with a <plop!>. I am still in the doggy style position and I stay this way for a while. Once again reaching for my anus from underneath, I lightly push my finger inside it. It is so loose as to almost be drooping. Moving my finger in a circular motion, I collect some of Tim's cum and remove the finger. I immediately suck my finger clean and worship the semen as I swallow it. Before I return to the kneeling position, I cup my hand underneath my ass and sit up straight. Only a small amount of cum falls into my hand but then I push and a floodgate is opened. Nearly an entire handful of the sticky ooze is released. When my ass feels void of all the cum, I move the hand up to my mouth and greedily suck it down my waiting throat.
Not satisfied with the empty feeling in my ass, I walk to Dave still sitting on the couch. With my back facing him and no hesitation, I sit on his cock and take it to the hilt. He lets out a moan and I start pumping up and down on his cock. After a few minutes of this, Tim crawls over to us and takes my cock into his mouth. The feeling is amazing. Men suck cock so differently than women, and this cocksucker knows what he was doing. We get into a nice rhythm where both of them do not have to move; on my upstroke, Dave's cock leaves my ass and my cock enters Tim's mouth, and vice-versa on my downstroke.
After a few more minutes I am rewarded with another hot cumshot up my ass. I stop my motion and just enjoy the feeling of a softening cock in my ass while Tim continues sucking me. With Dave still buried in me, I pull Tim off of me and turn him around. I spread his ass cheeks and rim the hell out of his anus. His ass wiggles and shakes as I tongue his hole and, in an effort to keep Dave hard, I slowly move my hips back and forth feeling his cum sloshing around in my hole. It works and I feel his cock begin to stiffen again.
Now that Tim's hole is really lubed, I grab him by the hips and pull him down toward my throbbing fuck pole. His ass is tighter than any pussy I have ever felt but my dick slides in with almost no resistance. He sits flush to my lap and all three of us just sit there for a minute, moaning and touching each other. Dave feels my nipples, while I lovingly stroke Tim's silky cock. I make the first move by shaking my ass, feeling Dave's stationary cock rub against the walls of my rectum and feeling Tim's ass rubbing against my cock and lap. Then I start the same rhythm we were working on before with Tim and Dave staying still while I fuck and get fucked. Soon, all of us are writhing in pleasure in our sitting position.
The fondling continues and I feel Tim's balls tighten in my left hand while his cream flows over my right. This gets me so hot and I start spewing my cum deep into his soft, warm, tight asshole. I push Tim off of me and disengage from Dave's delightful cock. Spinning around I take it into my mouth and taste his cum and my ass all over the delicious pole.
I want to try and swallow another load with the cock in my throat so I begin sucking the dick all the way to the base. Keeping my mouth open, and with about 3 inches of man meat lodged in my throat, I stick my tongue out and start licking his wet balls. This must be exactly what he wants because I am instantaneously filled with hot sticky semen. I feel it spurting into deep into my throat but instead of panicking this time, I relax and let the cum flow slowly down through my chest and into my waiting tummy. When he is empty, I pull the dick out and delight in watching the streams of saliva still connecting me with it. After a few more sucks, I turn my attention to Tim again.
He is lying on his stomach with his cum filled anus drooling pleasantly. I lie on my own stomach between his askew legs and move my head close to his ass. The musky aroma of my jizz and his used asshole fill my nostrils as I spread his globes and lock my lips to his fucked man cunt. I curl my tongue and insert it into his anus. Using it as a straw I suck out as much of the cum I dumped in there. His velvety soft asshole feels just right against my moist tongue. When I am done eating my cum out of his ass, I just lie there in a pure state of bliss while gently tonguing his hole.
The night, unfortunately, speeds along. We fuck and suck and cum into the not so wee hours of the morning. My cock is sore and the last few times I came, nearly nothing came out. My anus is hanging perpetually open after being fucked and cumed in over nine times. I loved laying Dave and Tim next to each other and taking one cock all the way up my ass for only one thrust, quickly moving to the other, then back and forth until they both came in me. There were a million and one fantasies and positions I tried in the past eleven hours.
I am getting out of the shower now. My prostitutes were in the shower with me but after I fucked the both of them from behind, they cleaned up and got out leaving me alone. I dry off and put a new robe on. Walking out into the bedroom, they are both getting dressed. Tim sees me and walks over.
"I gotta give it to you, you were the best client I've ever been with. Take this, next time, it's on me."
He hands me a folded piece of paper. I know it contained his phone number so I don't bother opening it. We all get dressed and, after Dave gives me a nearly identical speech and his phone number, I walk them to the door. A flood of loneliness fills me as we say our goodbyes. Tim starts opening the door but I put up my hand and stop it. Pushing it closed again, both of my lovers look at me curiously.
"I just need something for the road." It had been nearly half an hour since the last time I swallowed a load of cum.
I kneel in front of Tim and unzip his fly. I can tell he is about to stop me but as soon as I have his flaccid cock in my mouth, he changes his tune. I suck his dick sweetly and with my right hand pull out Dave's meat. His is now semi-hard from watching me suck Tim and I begin to jack it off. Tim's cock is now at full-mast and I still suck lovingly on it but soon turn my attention to Dave. I give him a slow deliberate blowjob until he begins moaning harder. I don't want him to shoot yet so I switch again to Tim. I continue like this for about 5 minutes, bringing both of them to the edge at the same time with my unhurried and tender sucking.
When both of them are ready, I position them so I have both cock heads in my mouth at the same time and jerk the dicks with my hands. Dave shoots first but Tim is only seconds behind and I am welcomed to that wonderful feeling of hot cum flowing into my mouth. I let them drain their sperm into my hole and pull the cocks out while keeping my mouth open. I seductively show them the multiple wads of cum in my mouth and open my throat allowing it to slip to its new home in my stomach.
After sucking off any remaining cum, I pack away their dicks and zip them up. Without any words, we shake hands, hug, and they are gone.
Checkout isn't until Noon so I hang out for a while and take my time cleaning up. Unfortunately, there is a lot of it that needs to be done what with the debauchery that took place. When all of the cum stains seem to be gone, I order up some room service and watch a little TV. Around 11:30 I get all of my belongings together and head for the door. Just before it closes behind me I turn and stop it. I walk back to the bedroom and open the bedside table pulling out the dildo I had shoved in there earlier. I almost forgot. Walking out of the hotel, I realize I'm not satisfied with the empty feeling in my ass.
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