Gays of Our Lives: Book 4 (Chapter 76-100)

by Mike

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****Opening Title**************************************************

*hot guy fades into light,

First his sculpted torso and chiseled abs, followed by his pecs, followed by his bulging biceps then finally his gorgeous face, a face created by Angels comes into view.

"Like the hot guy of our dreams so our the Gays of Our Lives"

Hot guy flexes his muscles

*Title sequence fades out

****Scene 1: Mike’s POV**********************

Ballroom, Buckingham Palace,

I was seated next to the love of my life, my husband Eric at an elaborate state dinner in Buckingham Palace. We were feasting on the most delicious food I had ever tasted. I was surrounded by close friends and wonderful people. I should have been beaming with joy and filled with so much happiness but I wasn’t.

Instead I was feeling extremely uncomfortable. Here I was sitting between my loving husband on one side and a perfect stranger who happened to be a member of the British nobility and who also wanted nothing more than to shove me onto a bed and fuck the cum out of me. Neither of them knew the other; thankfully for the tranquility of the night. Because if Eric even had the sneaking suspicion that this guy was into me I knew all hell would break loose. As it often does….

That fact alone put me in a very awkward position. Seated between two men who both wanted to sleep with me at the end of the night. I didn’t know how I kept finding myself in the middle of these situations. It left me wondering if I was cursed or something.

Between the night’s courses as I was trying to enjoy the banquet before me, Lord Wilton poked me in the side in an attempt to get my attention.

“What?!” I growled under my breath “What do you want?”

“Take this.” He whispered, as he slid an embroidered handkerchief to my side of the table. It appeared to be made of the softest fabric. No doubt silk or satin.

“What am I supposed to do with this?”

“Read.” He uttered.

I glanced back down at the handkerchief noticing that Lord Wilton had scribbled some words onto the fine fabric. Before I hadn’t noticed the writings. But now I did. I followed his suggestion in read them to myself.

It was as I expected a proposition for sex. Long story short he described how much he wanted to have his way with me. Listing both when and where we could do the deed. No doubt a place he had brought many men back in order to fuck their brains out.

After I finished reading what was written on the handkerchief I looked back up at him. “What is this?” I gasped.

“Don’t play coy it is an invitation to the best night of your life. Do not let it pass.” He grinned. “Listen closely I’m going to get up from this table and go the restroom. I want you to wait a few minutes before you follow me there. I want to have some alone time with.

Only a few seconds later Lord Wilton rose from his seat, just as he said he would. He walked past the crowds of people through the huge double doors to the hall outside. He briefly turned back to look at me and I’m a hundred percent certain he winked at me before he disappeared into the next room.

For brief second I sat there contemplating on whether I should do as he asked and follow him into the restroom or whether I should stay here beside my husband and ignore what this guy was trying to make me do. Finally after much thought I rose from seat and proceeded to walk briskly across the room towards the hall.

I was intent on going to that bathroom not because I wanted to have an affair with this guy. But because I wanted to explain to him the very reason why we could never be together.

Pushing the door open I found Lord Wilton standing on one side of the room staring at himself in the mirror. Could this guy be more into himself?

“Uh hem.” I cleared my throat.

He spun around a smile dancing across his face. His eyes literally lit up when he saw me.

“I knew you would make the right decision.” He grinned. “You Americans always try to play hard to get. But I know the real reason you all come across the pond…..and that’s to find a nice big slab of uncut English cock.” He hissed. His words stung my ears.

“Man that is not why I’m here.” I sighed. “I followed you here with the sole purpose of telling you why I can’t sleep with you. Man I’m not going to cheat on my husband with you.”

“Oh you mean blondie.” He mocked.

“Don’t call him that!”

“Oh what shall I call him then?” he continued to laugh. “How about Eric Smith.”

“Wait? How do you know his name?” I was a little confused that he knew my husband’s name.

“Never mind how I know blondie’s name. That’s not important” he chuckled. “Just know that if you don’t sleep with me I will make things very difficult for blondie. You Chandlers might have all the power back in the States but here in London I hold all the cards.”

“Look sexy I’m not an unreasonable man. I know this is a lot to take in. I will give you one day to make up your mind. But by the end of the night tomorrow you can either sleep with me willingly or your precious hubby can spend the night in jail…..with enough charges to get him sent packing back to the States.”

“You wouldn’t dare.” I growled. I balled my fist up as if I were going to hit him but he prevented any would be assault by grabbing hold of my waist.

“Oh for your sexy ass…..I would do so much more.” He grinned.

“You would ruin an innocent man’s life just for a few minutes of pleasure with a complete stranger?!” I yelled. “You don’t even know anything about me.”

“I know that you are gorgeous and I know that you have the best ass I have ever seen. I know those two things alone will make you the hottest fuck I’ve ever had.” He gripped hold of my ass through the thin lining in my pants.

“That is not a reason…to do what you ae suggesting we do. You want me cheat on my husband with you simply because you think I happen to be handsome. That isn’t a reason. What are you……”Before I could finish speaking he planted a wet kiss on my lips.

“You talk too much.” He grinned as he kissed me hard. “But those lips look too good not to kiss.”

His lips felt warm and I had to admit that he was a good kisser. He didn’t stop at my lips going so far as to force his tongue down my throat as he kissed me hard. As much as I would like to say that I didn’t like it at all I cannot deny that it did feel good.

We were interrupted by the emergence of a servant from one of the stalls. I don’t even think either of us knew there was another person in that room. As soon as I saw the other person I snapped back into reality and pulled away from Lord Wilton.

“Pardon me, my lord.” The servant replied profusely as he bowed out of the bathroom.

“Look what you’ve done.” I cried. “What if he tells somebody what he saw?! What you were doing to me.”

“You mean what we were both doing?” He smiled. “You can pretend all you want but I know you enjoyed it. Relax that’s just a servant they hear and see things all the time. If he breathes one word about what he saw he’ll live to regret. He will never work in this town again let alone be able to find a decent paying job.”

Before he could finish speaking I broke free from his grasp raised my hand and slapped him across that beautiful mug of his. I knew I hit him hard because his face began to get red soon afterward.

“Ow!” he groaned. “That was fucking hot. I cannot wait to pound that tight hole of yours tomorrow night. “I love the feistiness but please don’t hit me again unless I ask for it.” He was apparently into that kind of thing.

“You were asking for it the moment you kissed me without asking me.”

“Well why did you kiss be back?” he smiled.

 

 

 

****Scene 2: Charlotte’s POV**********************

Ballroom, Buckingham Palace,

Glancing around the spacious ballroom I still couldn’t believe my eyes. I was dressed in the most expensive piece of clothing I had ever worn. During the banquet I was seated next to people who only a few years ago had hated me with passion. Actually I still couldn’t believe I was sitting in Buckingham Palace about to enjoy a state banquet hosted by the Queen…..Yes the one and only Queen of freaking England or whatever they call it. Like what the world?

My friends and I were seated at the lavishly laid table in the ballroom of Buckingham palace along with the other guests of the Queen. This wasn’t some small affair either there were hundreds of attendants….all of them invited guests of the Queen. And all of them dying to mingle with or to even say a few words to the King of Etruria. A tiny kingdom about the size of New York City wedged between France and Spain and fought over by both of them for centuries. While New York City has a population surpassing the eight million mark, the small nation of Etruria only has a little over half a million in that same area. An area heavily forested and covered in farmlands.

The seating arrangement worked fairly well including me. Now it might seem strange to think that only a about a year ago all of my new-found friends hated my guts. And for good reason I might add. I flew into town with every attention of seducing Michael and making him mine. Unfortunately for me he’s hopelessly gay and in love with another man. One thing I did get out of all my earlier scheming and manipulations was my beautiful baby boy who I love with all my heart. I promised you I have truly mended my ways….Now I only scheme for good.

Anyways all my friends and I managed to be seated next to each other. Kayla with Kevin, Jake beside them, Eric with Mike of course. And I near them too with Haley to one side and James to the other. I didn’t know James well enough to label him a friend or foe. He had barely said a full sentence to me. But I promised myself I would find out the reason behind Eric and Michael’s extending an invitation for the vacation of a lifetime to a near stranger albeit a roommate.

Michael was seated in between two blue-eyed studs as different as night and day. On one side his gorgeously handsome blond haired husband Eric and on the other side a devastatingly handsome raven haired mystery. A mystery I was dying to know more about…. I leaned across the table until I was close enough to Michael so as to whisper into his ear. Now before you guys go and bite my head off I already know there is all this stuff on proper table etiquette. And I’m sure that leaning across a table or whispering naughty thoughts in the midst of polite company is to be found under the list of what not to do.

“Michael,” I whispered. “I have to say something.” I rose from the table and I motioned for Mike to follow me.

We got up from the table and walked over to one side of the room. Once I was certain we were able to speak without being overheard I prepared myself…..But before I get the words out Michael spoke

“Is this about Johnny?” Mike nervously spoke.

“No,” I reassured him. “No little Johnny is perfect. Before we came here I facetimed him and your grandmother was giving him a bath. Other than your grandparents spoiling him rotten he’s fine.”

“He’s a Chandler after all…..he shall want for nothing.” Michael scoffed. “I don’t know whether that is a curse or a blessing. So if this isn’t about our son then what is this about? Why did you have to pull me away from dinner?”

“This is about that handsome hunk of a man that was sitting next to you.” I smiled.

“You mean Eric?” Mike answered as he raised his eyebrows slightly. “Is this about Eric?”

“No!” I laughed. “This has nothing to do with Eric don’t get me wrong Eric’s hot. But this is about the other stud sitting next to you. That handsome hunk with the amazing jawline. I want to get to know him. I think he’s fucking hot and the way he fills out that suit.”

“Char, that guy might be handsome but trust me when I tell you he’s not worth it. You are better off not knowing that guy.”

“Why is that?” I blurted. “What is that supposed to mean? Michael what aren’t you telling me?!”

“Nothing Charlotte.” He continued. “I just think you should know that he’s not what you expect. He might be handsome but you don’t know anything about him.”

“Well you were sitting right next to him. You guys seemed to have hit it off. I saw you talking to him earlier” I added. “Can’t you at least put in a good word for me with me?” I was practically begging my former crush to set me up with a new man.

“What? I wasn’t talking to him.” Mike scoffed. “He asked for me to pass him the Béchamel sauce, which I did. I’ve barely said anything else to him……only a few word. You call that hitting it off?”

“Ok then, answer me this. Do you know his name?”

“Yes.”

“Well,”

“Well what?” he replied.

“Well what is his name then?” I laughed. “I want to know.”

“Is name is Edward Hastings. And either he’s already a Duke or within a couple of years he will be a Duke.”

“Michael you didn’t say he was a Duke, a member of the British aristocracy.” I cried as I lightly slapped him on the arm. “Just think…….I could be a Duchess of….Wait what is he the Duke of?”

“He’s not the Duke of anything yet.” He continued. “Right now his proper title is Lord Wilton but once his father is well gone he will become the 19th Duke of Wiltshire.”

“Oh you mean when the old Duke croaks that guy with the handsome mug will get the keys to everything. The castle, and all the land. And if I play my cards right I could be the Duchess of Wiltshire.”

“Char I think you need to slow down just a little.” Michael chuckled.

“Why is that?”

“Because I think you are barking up the wrong tree.” Mike continued. “Actually I know you are.”

“Mike please tell me what you’re talking about?!”

“He’s gay ok.” Mike blurted.

“What do you mean he’s gay?” I replied in disbelief.

“I mean he’s a flaming homosexual. I mean he likes to fuck other guys. Hell he even made a pass at me. This whole night he’s been trying his hardest to get me to sleep with him.”

“Michael you can’t be serious.” I interjected. I couldn’t believe what I was hearing. “Are you sure he was hitting on you. Does Eric know?”

“Charlotte I’m being completely serious with you. If he had his way he would have me in some bedroom screwing my brains out. And hell no Eric doesn’t know. That guy would have as broken jaw if he did.”

“What the hell!” I yelled. “How is it that all the hot guys are fucking gay?!”

A few people looked over at us frowning a little. We didn’t pay them any attention….


****Scene 3: Kayla’s POV**********************

Ballroom Antechamber, Buckingham Palace, London,

I was enjoying myself immensely conversing with Kevin and Jake when I noticed out of the corner of my eye Michael and Charlotte engaged in a very intense conversation. I didn’t think anything of it but when I heard Charlotte yell something about all the hot guys being fucking gay I knew I had to step in and see what was going on between those two.

I rose from my seat and walked over to where they were standing by some floral arrangements.

“What is going on over here?” I smiled. “What are you guys yelling about?”

“It’s nothing.” Mike shrugged.

“Nothing?! The hottest guy wanting to sleep with you is not nothing.” Charlotte blurted. “Come on tell her what you just told me. Go on.”

“Tell me what?”

“Ok fine.” Mike groaned. “Kayla you know that guy that was sitting next to me at the table?”

“Yes, What about him?” I interjected.

“Well he kind of wants to sleep with me.” Mike replied meekly.

“HE WHAT!?” I yelled.

“Kayla what are you doing?” Mike cried. “You came over here to calm us both down and now you’re being louder than Charlotte.”

“That isn’t the only thing…” Charlotte added. “I don’t know what it is…..but I’m sure there is more to the story then just this. Kaya he’s holding something back.”

“Let’s go out into the hall so that we can talk in private. I don’t want anyone to hear what I’m about to say. Especially not Eric.”

Charlotte and I followed Michael out of the ballroom and into the empty side room at the other end of the hall. As soon as we were completely alone we resumed our earlier conversation.

“So this guy wants to sleep with you.” I repeated. “Who else knows and what is this other thing that Charlotte is trying to blab about?”

“You two are the only ones that know about this.” Mike sighed. “But there is something else that a soul knows about. Something I can’t even bare to say out loud.”

“What? What happened?” Charlotte interjected. Her face had seriousness written all over it. She had went from being a girl that wanted to sleep with Michael to being a very close friend who happened to be the mother to his only child.

“That hot guy that you are so into. The handsome Duke, he’s blackmailing me.”

“What do you mean he’s blackmailing you?” I added.

“I mean exactly what you think I mean.” Michael continued. “Lord Wilton is so intent on sleeping with me that he is willing to blackmail me and threaten Eric’s freedom. He threatened to have Eric arrested if I didn’t sleep with him all so he can spend a few minutes with me by the end of tomorrow night”

“We can’t let him do this?” Charlotte cried out.

“I’m not going to let him do anything…..That is exactly why I have the Chandler Jet is being fuelled so that we can be ready to leave by tomorrow night.”

“Michael that isn’t enough.” Charlotte added. “Nobody is going to blackmail my baby’s father and get away with it. We have to make sure that this jerk never messes with you or Eric ever again. This guy has to be stopped.”

“This guy wants to screw you. Right? I say we let him.” Charlotte grinned

“What?!” Mike yelled. “You want me to do what? Char I thought you were done scheming.

“Michael when it’s for a good cause you know I have to come out of retirement.” Charlotte giggled.

“Michael I can’t believe I’m saying this but I agree with Char.” I replied. “This guy can’t just blackmail you, threaten Eric’s freedom and get away with it. He does have to be stopped.”

“But this thing Char said about you actually sleeping with him I’m a little loss about that one.” I chuckled. “I thought the whole point was to make sure this guy didn’t sleep with Mike.”

“It is.” Charlotte added. “I don’t actually want you to sleep with that stud. I only want him to think that you are.”

“And how do you suppose we go about tricking this guy into sleeping with someone who’s not me. He’s not going to believe that you are me if this is just some excuse to sleep with him. He’s not going to fall for it.”

“He might not think I’m you….” Charlotte grinned. “But he might mistake James for you.”

“What? He’ll never go for that?”

“Of course he will. The whole purpose of Eric inviting him on vacation with us was so James could get off. So he could find a guy attractive enough to sleep with him.” Charlotte continued. “Why not a Duke in waiting?”

“Really? You guys are really considering this?” Michael frowned.

“Mike this might actually work. If we bleach his hair it should come out brown like Michael’s. In the dark with the light off this jerk won’t even recognize the difference. He’ll be thinking about one thing and that’s fucking you. A hole is a hole as they always say.”

“Kayla!” Mike gasped. “He will never agree to that. We barely know the guy and you want me to ask him to go along with some ploy. And to bleach his hair.”

“You know he will.” Charlotte blurted. “That man will agree to anything we ask him. He’s sexually starved. To get a taste of a guy that hot he would sell his soul.”

****Scene 4: Eric’s POV**********************

Ballroom, Buckingham Palace,

In the midst of all the merrymaking and celebrating going on at the state banquet in honour of the King of Etruria there was still one person who seemed to not be enjoying himself. And that one person was James. I had invited James to go on vacation with us in order to get to know him better and to show him that I was a good person despite what his earlier assumptions of me were.

Because of this I felt like it was up to me to make sure that this guy was enjoying himself at an event where he knew nobody. Hell it was because of me that he was here in the first place. And by god I was going to make sure he was having fun by the end of the night. It was for that reason I enlisted the help of Jake in getting Mike’s roommate some ass or if he liked it dick. I knew Jake could help him get what he craved because Jake was always tapping some new piece of ass. There’s no way James couldn’t join in or at least get a piece of the action.

I pulled Jake off to the side so that I could speak to him confidence.

“Jake you know I was completely shocked when I found out that we were brothers. But I know we’ve grown close in these last few months. Right?”

“Brothers should be able to help each other out. I don’t want you to think that I’m using you to get something out of you….But I really need a favour.”

“Bro what is this about?” Jake replied. “Is this about Michael? Is something wrong?”

“No Jake, nothing is wrong.” I continued. “What I need you to do has nothing to do with Michael. He can’t know about this. As my brother I’m coming to you here now to ask as favour I can only hope you will accept.”

“Whatever it is that you want me to do it must be very important if you want to keep it a secret from Michael. It must be serious for you to come to me.”

“Listen I invited that guy James over there to go on vacation with us so that he and I could get off the right foot. He’s been dying to get off….but he’s had some trouble finding guys to hook-up with. Which is where you and your bulging muscles come into play.”

“You want me to FUCK him?!” Jake laughed. “Where are the hidden cameras? I knew this vacation was too good to be true. Is that even the real Queen over there?”

“Of course that’s the Queen.” I laughed back. “Jake look at my face….you know I would not lie to my little brother. Jake you can find someone to hook-up with blindfolded. I want you to fuck James….I don’t care if you fuck him or you get someone to fuck him. Or you both fuck him. Just make sure that he doesn’t come back a virgin.”

“Now how am I supposed to accomplish that?” Jake scoffed.

“Jake you are always getting your cock in some slick hole. Why don’t you wet it in James’s hole tonight or take him somewhere he can get off. Dude all I want you to do is take him with you tonight. Get him laid.”

“Eric I’m not making any promises but I’ll try my best to get a cock up that tight ass of his.”

“One more thing.” I added.

“Yes?”

“Michael can’t know anything about this…..and James definitely can’t know that I put you up to this. He would hate me. He would think that I was looking down on him by setting him up with you. He already doesn’t like me for being white I can’t give him another reason. I just need you to hook-up with him. You can tell him that it’s just a one-time thing….just don’t mention my name.”

“And for being such a good sport I’ll throw in a couple Benjamin’s.”

“Ok I won’t.” Jake smiled as he stuffed the cash into his wallet. “I think this night just got a little bit more interesting.”

 

 

 

 

****Scene 5: James’s POV**********************

Gay Strip Club, London, United Kingdom,

At the end of the night I was invited to have some late night drinks with Jake at this cool little hole in the wall called The Swing. It wasn’t until we were inside when I realized we were in a gay bar. I didn’t understand I didn’t understand it one bit. Jake had barely said more than a few words to me since we first met in the Chandler Jet. He had never even shown any interest in wanting to be my friend so I was confused as to why he would invite me to a have drinks at a gay bar with him. That is why when he invited me out for drinks I was shocked…..but I accepted the invitation because he was hot and you don’t pass up a night out on the town with a hot guy. I knew he was bisexual but I didn’t understand why he would invite me here.

“Is this a gay bar?” I blurted.

“What gave it away?”

“Um I don’t know.” I chuckled. “Maybe it’s the Madonna music playing on repeat or maybe it’s all the scantily clad hunky men walking around. Dude why did you bring me here?”

“Because I want to fuck you.” He replied in the most serious voice I had ever seen.

“You want to what?” I laughed.

“I want to fuck you…..hard.” he repeated.

“Really?” I laughed. I could not even keep myself from laughing. What he was saying to me seemed completely insane. We barely knew each other and he wanted to have sex with him.

“Tonight I want to fuck you and he’s going to help me do it.” Jake continued, his eyes looking past me towards something in the distance. I turned to see this hunk of man walking towards us. He was blond and covered in muscles…. He wasn’t overly muscle but he was more than just a little toned.

“Jake.” The man smiled. “What are you doing here so late?”

“I came to see you baby.” Jake grinned. “And I brought a friend too.”

“Aww that’s sweet. Who’s the friend?” The handsome man smiled.

“Oh this is James.” Jake replied.

“Nice to meet you James.” The guy smiled as he held out his big hand for me to shake. “My name is Kent Wood but you can call me Kent. I’m an artist.”

“A cock-sucking artist.” Jake whispered.

“So what are you guys here for?”

“Oh were just looking for some fun……some extracurricular activities if you will.” Jake grinned. “I remember when you were back in New York you specialized in that kind of thing. Is there like a backroom we could got to for some more privacy?”

“Yes, lover-boy. Come follow me. It’s right this way.” Kent smiled.

Jake and I followed Kent to the back room… Once we were all inside the room he shut the door behind us. The room was dimly lit and sparsely furnished with a few cabinets and a one very large (and I was to later learn very sturdy) message table.

“This is where I give my clients more intimate sessions. Because of your earlier generosity I’m prepared to repay it in kind.”

“Earlier generosity?” I blurted, looking a little confused.

“Don’t worry about it?”

“We would love to see what our generosity gets us.” Jake grinned as he unzipped his trousers, letting them fall down his ankles. I followed Jake’s example and unfastened my own pants letting them fall down before stepping out of them. Next we removed our underwear until we were all, three of us standing there completely naked.

Still standing there in our nakedness we worked out the logistics of the night. The burning question on all of our minds was who would fuck who and who would be getting fucked. It was decided that Jake would do most of the fucking. But with a body like his that was to be expected.

“You know what? James.” Jake smiled, looking extra seductively. “How about you get up on that table and you let us take care of you.”

I followed Jake’s advice and laid down on the massage table with my back to Jake and Kent.

“Damn Jake. You should come back and work a night with me in the boys.” Kent grunted. “You’re a natural. You sounded so sensual.”

“Man I would love for you guys to show me the ropes sometime….but tonight is about something else. Tonight is all about my friend James over here. I want to make this night a very special one for him. I don’t remember if I said this already but you and I are going to be the ones to pop his cherry.”

“Oh wonderful. I’ve popped quite a few cherries in my day but never an American. Don’t worry this night will be a night you and him won’t soon forget.” Kent grinned, a big smile plastered across his face as he began to pour oil up and down my naked backside.

“Listen James you just lay here and relax.” Kent said in a voice that made my body quiver just as he slapped me on my ass. While Jake rubbed up and down my legs massaging the oil into my skin, Kent set his hands to work gently massaging my upper back.

“Any areas we should pay special attention to?”

“My lower back for sure.” I replied with glee. “That is the one part of my body that is always getting sore. I think….” Before I could finish my words Kent’s wondrous hands had found their way to my lower back.”

“Too much pressure?”

“No that’s perfect.” I swooned. It was as if I was in heaven.

While Kent was paying very close attention to my sore back muscles, Jake was working out some other muscles. My ass muscles…. His fingers were so close to my hole I was sure he was going to slip one inside my hole at any moment but he never stuck one finger up my ass chute.

Suddenly without warning I felt a very different sensation then what I was expecting. Something went up my ass. It wasn’t a finger it was much too delicate…..It was his tongue. Jake’s tongue was probing my asshole. Holy shit.

“Mmmmm,” I moaned.

“How does that feel?” Jake muttered, his face buried between my ass cheeks.

“That feels fucking amazing.” I moaned in response. “You really know how to use that tongue of yours. It’s exploring parts of my ass I didn’t know tongues could get to.”

“Mmmmm, mmmm, mmmmmm.” I continued to moan as Jake dug his tongue across my ass-crack. As he did this he rubbed the two mounds of ass flesh…..his face buried between them.

I was enjoying the feeling of Jake’s facial hair tickling my ass when Jake directed me to turn around so that I was laying on my back. Once I was on my back, Jake grasped hold of my cock. By now it was throbbing and hard as a rock. Before I could realize what was going on Jake knelt down taking my cock into his mouth.

Starting at the head of my cock, Jake worked his mouth over my member getting it nice and wet. He bobbed his head up and down my shaft, covering it with his saliva and using my own precum as a kind of lube. His lips acted a kind of suction as he sucked on my cock with such force I was sure I would have shot in mouth if I wasn’t deathly afraid of this musclebound jock kicking my ass.

I came back from the edge as Jake took my cock out of his mouth. He pulled off my cock for only a second before he shoved my dick back down his throat. Sucking on my cock he went deeper and deeper down until his nose was buried in my pubic hair.

While Jake was sucking on my dick I was moaning so loudly that I was sure we would be caught in the act. But something stopped me from moaning any louder……a very big something. It was Kent’s cock. That very sexy stripper was packing a very nice sausage.

Taking Kent’s meat stick into my mouth I licked up and down the head of his cock. I spit on the shaft of Kent’s cock before I proceeded to suck it down my throat. I guess I must not have been sucking hard enough because while Jake was blowing me Kent grabbed hold of my head and started face fucking.

He was shoving his cock so far up my mouth I was certain there would be bruises on the back of my throat the following day. Minutes passed and I was enjoying myself thoroughly. I was getting my dick sucked while I was simultaneously getting my face fucked hard!

Between our hot blowjob session Jake and Kent switched places so that Kent started to gorge himself on my cock while I started to suck on Jake’s thick dick. Before he started deep throating my cock Kent did his best to suck my balls. He covered my balls in spit, saliva, before taking each one in his mouth…..letting the round globes swirl around in his mouth.

“Mmmmm, mmmmm……mmmmmrf!” I grunted.

“Oh yeah, Oh Fuck! YEAH!”

“Fuck!

The more Jake thrusted his cock down my throat the more and more I wanted it in my ass. It tasted so good. Yes it was salty…..and a little musky. It was a fucking dick after all, and it happened to be attached to a very sweaty hunk…But it tasted so good. I had never had so much dick in my throat……Literally ever.

Kent moved on from sucking my dick to jerking my cock while he made out with Jake. I dare anyone to find a hotter threesome.

“Aww fuck, oh yeah.” Jake moaned into Kent’s mouth.

Pulling Jake’s cock out of my mouth I licked Jake’s bulbous cockhead even rubbing my tongue over his pee slit.

“I want you guys to fuck me now.” I grunted. I rolled back over onto my stomach as I scooted down to the edge of the table. I had my ass on full display for anyone who wanted to fuck me or in this case pop my cherry.

Jake had already loosened me up pretty well earlier with his smooth tongue so Kent didn’t have much work to do before he slid his cock inside me. He spit on his hand and then he followed this up by sliding one slick finger into my tight hole after the other.

Once he had fingered my hole for a few good minutes Kent the stripper placed a condom on his throbbing pecker. Soon after he was gripping hold of my waist lining his cock up with my asshole. At first I felt his cockhead press up against my hole.

“Oh shit! OH Shit! OH SHIT!” I cried. I’m sure there were tears in my eyes.

The pressure his cock was putting on my hole was unbelievable. I didn’t know if I was ready to get fucked or even if Kent’s entire cock was going to fit in my hole. Fuck! I was having trouble getting the head inside me and that was the first part. Finally with one powerful stroke, Jake’s cockhead popped into my hole as he slid his cock into my ass. At that instance I was a virgin no more.

Before he started pounding my hole, Kent simply let his cock lay there in my ass tunnel letting me get used to the size. My ass would still have to get used to having a cock inside me…..I was used to pushing shit out my ass…..I wasn’t yet used to shoving dicks up it.

For the few seconds that Kent had his cock wedged in my hole not thrusting it I tried to adjust to the size while the pain subsided. Meanwhile during this entire time Jake was not standing idly by watching me be impaled by Kent’s schlong….instead he was thrusting vigorously into his mouth. With each thrust Jake’s cock slammed into my mouth.

I gagged a little on it as I let out a moan… Kent was pushing his cock deeper and deeper into my hole. The moment he started thrusting into my hole the pain came rushing back. “Holy fuck!” I yelled. “Dude your dick is too fucking big! I don’t think I can take it.”

“Dude relax.”

“How can I relax?!” I cried. “Your dick is ripping my insides apart. How the fuck am I supposed to calm down?”

“Relax man,” Kent chuckled as he gently rubbed my back. “Every guy has been in the same exact spot that you are in right now. Dude you’ve made it through the worst part…..and that’s getting the damn thing to fit into your hole.”

“So just relax and let me fuck the sweet hole.” Kent grunted as he thrusted his cock forward slamming into my ass.”

“Aurghhh.” I cried out as Kent slid his dick further down my hole. I wanted so bad to scream, but I was held back by Jake’s huge throbbing cock wedged in my mouth. I couldn’t even bite down like I wanted for fear of hurting Jake. I barely even knew him but I did not want to bite his cock...I knew that wasn’t cool.

“Oh Fuck!” I whimpered I knew I was in for the fuck of my life…..

STAY TUNED………………………………………..

by Mike

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