Melting Pot

My bladder is one of the few regular things in my life. It usually wakes me up one minute before the clock radio goes off at 6:00 AM. This morning was irregular, I was not alone in bed: It seemed that two little scamps had woven themselves into my limbs, effectively creating a man/boys tapestry -- and that tapestry was "nakey", and all parts of it had morning wood.  Jason on my left had both arms around my arm, and a leg over my leg, head nested above my armpit -- and drooling. Alex's posture was more difficult. He was halfway on top of my chest, head in the crook of my neck, sweetly breathing quietly on my neck. He had somehow gotten my right arm around him, slung his right arm around my chest, and his right leg between my legs -- nestled in my crotch. I took a mental picture of this peaceful moments with my two little buddy bears, and was smiling -- until Mr. Bladder started making demands. For middle-age men, the prostate can be a wonderful/terrible thing at times.

I started extricating myself. Jason was no problem; I knew from his father that he slept like a log, and was notoriously difficult to wake in the morning. Alex, on the other hand gained consciousness at the first attempt to move his arm. His head rose, little brown eyes fluttering, and he grinned at me. His first words were "so that wasn't a dream?" I kissed his nose, told him it wasn't a dream, and that if he didn't want to get wet, he needed to let me get to the bathroom. He jumped out of bed, grabbed my hand, and cheekily announced that he was also going to pee "with my boyfriend." That brought a grin to my face, and I gave him a quick kiss before pulling him with me to the bathroom. While we were peeing, our penises were still at half-mast; after finishing, I took advantage of the lingering tumescence, sat down on the toilet, engulfed his entire cock, and started giving my boy a blow job -- I couldn't help myself.

Since he was starting puberty, I wanted to start getting him used to the idea of thrusting his hips, so I grabbed him, and started moving him in and out of my mouth. Pretty soon, he caught on, and asked if he was officially fucking me. Not stopping, I just hummed "mmm hmmm" to confirm his assessment. He took over the task, and did a most credible job, ending up shooting about a half of teaspoon of boyload on my tongue. When he was done and breathless, I sat him on my lap and told him that he was now "shooting", and that I was proud of him. He didn't believe me, so I opened my mouth to show him: the child was so psyched! I also promised him that when he got a little bigger, I'd also let him fuck me; he pumped his fist at that!

We went back to bed, as we had a few minutes before they needed to be up and getting ready for school. We climbed back in bed, and cuddled a little bit before Jason snored loudly, and rolled back over to rejoin the tapestry. Alex told me that we probably needed to start waking Jason up now, because he was a bear in the morning, but he giggled noting that it should be Atul's problem to deal with, and I'd gotten the better boyfriend, because Alex is sweet in the morning. I did take a few minutes with the necessary chat about us being boyfriends is something that can't become common knowledge -- and he gave me the "duh -- eye roll" response I had grown to expect from these two.

On to business: I also asked how things were "back there" after last night, and he just gave me a dreamy stare. He said that it was a bit sensitive, but basically, he had never felt better in his life, and he wanted me to fuck him again. We didn't have time for that, but I did grab the lube from the bedside table, and began fingering him a bit. I wanted to make sure his muscle tone was good, and that there was no distress. All he did was moan and thrust himself down on my finger. Pretty good sign that all was well. I also suggested that it might be a good idea for him to practice fucking from time to time with Jason, who then chimed in to the conversation that he'd be fine with that idea -- the little bugger HAD woken up, and had been listening!  I told them that if they wanted, they could start right now while I got up and made them breakfast. Jason had his feet "thrown to Jesus" in no time, and Alex was lubing up before I could even get out of bed.

I cooked bacon and eggs for them, cut some apple slices, and poured some milk for each of them. All the while, I heard cute little slapping sounds come from the bedroom. When I peeked in to tell them it was time for breakfast, the tableau had changed, and Jason was fucking Alex with a great deal of enthusiasm and dedication. Standing back, I just observed them: Jason had an intensity in his face, as he was forcing eye contact with Alex – a boy on a mission, entirely focused on his partner. I am glad he was taking notes during his lessons, and putting them into action. It was so fucking sweet watching them: Alex had his legs spread out to his sides, with his bent knees bringing those beautifully shaped little brown feet back to rest gently on Jason’s legs, just below his ass cheeks. Just to joke a bit, I mock shouted "Jason, what are you doing to my boyfriend!" Both looked at me with shock in their eyes, until they figured out the joke, and Jason resumed his thrusts, quickly finishing with his boygasm.

I told them they needed to wash their junk, eat breakfast, and get ready for school. All of that accomplished, it was almost time for the bus. Jason was the first ready to say goodbye, and I told him Atul wanted me to remind him that he loved him. Jason said "I know", and gave me a kiss on the lips. Alex was next, and he wanted me to know that last night and this morning were the happiest times of his life, and that he loved me. I kissed him, with just a bit of tongue, and told him I loved him too, and couldn't wait to see where all of this would go! He grinned, and Jason started up his "Alex has a boyfriend" song again. I made sure they had lunch money, and shooed them out the door just as the bus rolled up. I could get used to this. Just after they had left, I took my coffee out on the veranda just as Atul bounded down the stairs -- and he looked like a million bucks! I was so glad to see him with a look of joy on his face. When he got to me, he asked how the night went. I must have had an odd look on my face, as he cocked his eyebrow in curiosity. I told him that we should talk, and that there were some new things of which he should be aware -- and possibly trained on.  I noticed a distinct swelling in his slacks, and he asked if I had anything planned for lunchtime. Of course I didn't, so I told him the door would be unlocked. He had another big grin with full dimple showing, and took out for his office.  When it rains, it pours!

I spent a few hours taking care of client needs, interspersed with cleaning up after two boys as overnight guests. A little before noon, I went ahead with a shower and prep session, not knowing what lunch with Atul might entail. Just in case, I made sure my bedroom and the guest bedroom were properly stocked. I made us a couple of sandwiches for lunch, and just as I was finished, the door opened and Atul walked in and locked the door. I walked to him to shake his hand, but he had other ideas, grabbing me around the waist, and kissing me with... was that passion? Regardless, it was nice, and I returned it. I told him lunch was ready, and we did eat -- really quickly, and with a lot of unnecessary eye contact. I guess we both had other things on our minds. After lunch, I told him we would do training in my bedroom. He was fine with that, telling me that after training, it was my choice what we did together, as he had decided the last time. I was more that fine with taking turns on who decides, as long as we got to continue doing stuff together. Have I told you what a god that man is?

I told him I had already prepped, and that I would wait for "the moment" to decide what we could do. Therefore, it would be a good idea if he went ahead and prepped too, while I cleaned up after lunch. He grinned widely, and took off for my bathroom, and I went about my business. Ten minutes or so later, he called "I am ready" from my bedroom. When I got there, I was pleasantly surprised to see a naked Atul, propped up on the pillows in the center of my bed, completely hard, and legs spread. went about removing my clothes at breakneck speed to join him, and when I got there, laying between his legs, I couldn't avoid pulling down his foreskin, licking and kissing that incredible, swollen cockhead over and over again. I had to reassert control over myself again, as there were lessons to impart. I looked up at him, and shared what had happened the night before, leaving no detail out.

When I got to the part about how Jason got jealous when I was worshipping Alex's little feet, his cockhead grew in mass noticeably. On this, I slid down in the bed a bit, grabbed Atul's ankles, and brought them together. Kissing the entire surface of his beautiful, manly feet was a treat, but licking his brown, well-formed toes, and the spaces between them was as erotic an experience as I had ever had. I'm not a full-blown foot fetishist, but the moans and sounds he made were beyond erotic. Having finished my demonstration of what I had done with Alex, I placed his feet down at my shoulders, scooted up to his penis, and kissed his cockhead, which was completely slathered with pre-cum, telling him that Jason would be expecting this treatment on Sunday. Finally, I shared with him how I had caught Jason fucking Alex this morning, and the look he had on his face. It was clear to me that Jason would one day ending up identifying himself as a "top" or at least as "versatile." It was worth mentioning this to Atul, as I knew he did truly value Jason's needs, and suggested that he might let Jason play with his anus from time to time. Atul's dick twitched at the thought -- a hopeful sign!

It was time for me to decide what was next on the menu, when it came to me that a re-creation of last night might be the best route to take. I took the lube from the night stand, lubed Atul's cock, took a double hit of poppers, and rose up to sit on his cock. Sinking down fully, I recreated Jason's performance, asking him to pretend I was Jason, and giving Atul a play-by-play narration. After a few minutes, I could feel Atul's ardor rise, and so I stood and stopped the fuck. Atul seemed dumbfounded, but I told him that I was now going to play the part of Alex. Taking some liberty with the lines, I laid down, spread my legs wide, and COMMANDED Atul to fuck me, with that command he was only too happy to comply.

 The fuck that followed was epic. Atul didn't need any further lube: his production of pre-cum was prolific, and far superior to the lube in the bottle. He repeatedly penetrated me just inside my anal ring about twenty times, each time with me begging him to fuck me, when he finally did so, taking by breath away. Atul then pumped deep, and started calling me Alex. Fully in the role, he gave full strokes, from anal lips down to the cock root, and told me not to tell Jason he was fucking me. He said that he loved Jason the most (he said this several times), but that my ass was too sweet to deny.  I was also into the role, and told Atul that I had always wanted and needed him to fuck me and breed me so much, and that my ass would always be ready for him whenever he needed it. Atul's thrusts became stronger and more rapid, as we continued the sexual banter -- much of which was true to ourselves and to the roles we were playing. As it seemed we were both headed down the path of orgasm, Atul suddenly withdrew from me, laid down, spread his legs, and announced "I am Alex. You will breed me now" before taking a couple of hits of the poppers.

I was nearly out of breath from the fuck he had been throwing me, but rose to the occasion. I lubed myself and Atul up, took position with my cockhead nestled in his sweet ass lips. I revealed to Atul that Alex was now my boyfriend, and asked if he was ready for the love I was about to give him. To which Atul flexed his cock twice, looked deep into my eyes, and with a husky whisper said "Fuck me. Fuck your boyfriend. Breed me, and make me feel your love for me." I forced my cock forward, and soon bottomed out in his bowels. I pounded him for several minutes before I felt my impending orgasm, at which point I began focusing on Atul's prostate. He reacted to this change of focus by pulling his legs farther apart, and by grasping his with both hands, spreading them apart, ostensibly in a bid to get more of my dick inside him.

I don't think that in my last 43 years of life I have ever cum so much as I had the night before and today. My emission inside him was prodigious, but not nowhere as prodigious as the emission he produced between us: it was completely hands free, but it sprayed and flowed in every direction. I decided to grab a pillow, and sacrifice the pillow case to sop up his cum, and save the rest of the bed covers. He pulled me down to him, and we kissed deeply. Alex may be my boyfriend, but Atul was now my manfriend – admittedly a made up term, but one that placed our relationship somewhere between adult fuckbuddy and partner. I told him this, and he nodded in agreement. I knew that this arrangement would work for Atul, Jason, Alex, and me: each of us could have a boyfriend, and a manfriend. Atul had to go back to work soon, but for the next few minutes, I completely intended to kiss and hold my manfriend.

After Atul had returned to work, I had a little "me" time, and decided to indulge in my favorite solitary activity until the boys got home -- I was sure there would be an invasion, as they had both yet to get their overnight bags -- they couldn't have taken them to school. So, with a nice earl grey tea, the veranda and the sunshine were in order. While there, Carla literally sashayed down the stairs: Scarlett O'Hara couldn't have pulled it off any better on the grand staircase of Tara. She came up to me with a thousand watt grin on her face, and began to thank me over and over for allowing her and her man to have an evening as a couple.  Everything must have gone well, because she did undoubtedly have a JBF look (just been fucked) about her. I mused in the irony that her only son probably had a very similar grin plastered to his face as well over at Indian Creek Elementary School. Carla looked like she had another thought in her head, but was hesitant to give voice to it. I gave her another little "anything else" look with my eyes, and I guess she found words. "I hate to ask another favor of you, but I really want to cook Felipe a romantic dinner tonight, and wondered if you would mind...."; she ran out of gas. So I completed for her "...keeping Alex for another night? No problem. He's a wonderful young man." If she only knew.... "Tell you what," I began, "bring down a change of clothes for him, and possibly his skateboard for later (he and Jason were constantly on those things on the weekend), and you and Felipe have a wonderful time (said with a wink). She said "thank you" multiple times, practically flew up the stairs, and was back with clothes and a skateboard minutes later. I put the items on the veranda table, and went back to my earl grey.

A few minutes later, Jin Woo (Jason's father) pulled in and walked up. This was most unusual, as the man was ALWAYS at his grocery store while the sun was up. Although very much a handsome and attractive man, he looked rather haggard and weary, even more so than normal; he looked like a man who hadn't had the JBF look for quite a long time. He stopped and to greet me, and mentioned that he needed to come home for a quick nap, as a headache was coming on. This man taking a nap in the middle of the afternoon was indeed unique, and I did feel genuine concern for him, so I asked him if I should intercept Jason to allow him a chance to rest a bit -- as Alex was going to be here anyway, and the loudness would be guaranteed, and since Alex was staying overnight, Jason would probably insist on staying as well. At the mention of his son's name, he did brighten up, and even had a twinkle of pride in his eyes; the man was proud of his boy. He said yes, that would be very nice. He went on with "Jae Sun does always seem happy lately now that he has so many friends in this building." I told him he had a wonderful son, to go inside, let Halmoni take care of him, get some rest, and not worry. Before he left, I ran inside, and got him a good dose of ibuprofen -- which in a heavy dose has been known to help stop a migraine. He thanked me, shook my hand with both his strong hands, and went inside. I like the guy; he was kind of hot, and I hoped he'd be alright.

My earl grey had gone cold by then, but the trade-off of having another afternoon with those two boys placed in my lap (pun?) far outstripped my need for hot beverages.  It wasn't much longer before the little devil on my left shoulder began whispering to me: "invite Atul too," and curiously, the angel on my right shoulder was in full agreement. I immediately sent a text message to Atul "got a second to call me?", and he quickly sent back "will call in about five mins." That man is nothing if not punctual, and five minutes later, my phone rang. Atul on the other end said he had gone outside to make this call with some privacy -- which was good given the offer I was about to make. I told him how Alex and Jason would be with me this evening, and Jason also possibly (probably) overnight again, and asked him if he'd be interested in having a little Friday fun surprise for the boys; I could practically see the grin on his face accompanied by that deep dimple before hearing him say "what time should I be there?" I told him that depended on if he just wanted time with Jason, right at 5:00PM would work, or if he wanted to "prepare for anything and everything possible," 4:45 PM would work. After a couple of seconds of silence, he said he'd be here at 4:45. This sounded exciting to me, so I told him just to quietly come in, and head to the bathroom.  For my part, I went to my bathroom, and thoroughly did a prep job, and then went back to the veranda to wait for the boys.

I poured the remains of my tea into the bushes on the side of the veranda just as the bus pulled up. Both boys came running up the walkway shouting, and I just "shhhed" them, telling them that Jason's dad had a really bad headache, and was taking a nap. Just then, Alex said "is that my skateboard? and my clothes on your table?"  I told him that was so, and told them to come inside with me. Once inside, I told Alex he'd be spending the night with me again, and asked him to put his things in the guest room. He complied, but only after jumping into my arms, wrapping his arms and legs around me, and kissing me repeatedly on the lips. Jason seemed to be a little put-off and pouted a bit, and I couldn't avoid dragging out the drama for a few seconds before telling him to QUIETLY go home, let Halmoni know he is staying with Alex again, and get his skateboard and some things to wear tomorrow. He nodded with both dimples on high-beam, and rushed toward the door, with me admonishing him "QUIETLY PLEASE!"

When he got back with his things, Alex was in the kitchen with me, "assisting" me to pull together some snacks for the boys. I quickly called Carla to let her know Alex was back, and that all was well, and laid out some chicken nuggets, fresh fruit, and milk for them -- glad that I had laid in extra provisions last night at Kroger. With their appetites, we were good for another 24 hours or so, and this was a bridge meal, until after fun time when we might order Dominoes pizza. It was about 4:00 PM when they had finished eating and (good lord) cleaning up after themselves without having to be prompted (?!) I told both boys that I had some important work to do in my home office that had to be done by 5:00 PM, and asked them to go into the guest room, and play XBOX until then at right at 5:00, I would come into the guest room, and we could figure out what to do next. They agreed, and went in and shut the door. I went into my home office, and was indeed answering some customer emails when what I expected next did happen: they "quietly" snuck out, and scurried to my bathroom. Obviously, we were all on the same page. I did hear them giggling in the bathroom, and by 4:30 PM they had not so silently snuck back, and closed the guest room door: I heard whispers and giggling, of course.

Right on the dot at 4:45, I heard the door open quietly. I stuck my head out, and gave Atul a "shhh" gesture. He locked the door, and followed me back to my bedroom. I gave him a quick tongue kiss, and briefed him on what was happening, adding that the boys were planning a "surprise" (wink wink) at 5:00 PM. I told him that he should walk in to the guest room right after me, naked and prepared for anything. They wouldn't be expecting this at all. Atul grinned and agreed, and started to the bathroom to prep himself. I then stepped up to unwrap him myself – it was so very hot. While he was getting ready, I got undressed myself, and was in the wings, waiting for "showtime". When Atul came out, I told asked him if he'd had the opportunity to consider more the idea of "boyfriends" and "manfriends," and if this might be a good time to introduce the concept to the boys. Atul nodded confidently, and agreed to go with it. Atul was standing, and I was sitting at the edge of my bed, and to seal the deal, I reached out, stripped my new manfriend's foreskin back, and gave it's plum sized goodness a thorough, but brief working over with my tightly packed mouth, lips, and tongue. I stood, and we both clasped our hands together with fingers interlaced, and kissed each other as official manfriends. We let go of each other, and headed off with full erections pointing out our paths to see what the boys had in store. I asked Atul to remain outside until I could announce our "surprise" to the boys.

I opened the door inward right at 5:00, and on walking in I beheld a very naked and erect Korean boy standing there by the bed. He grinned at me, and informed me that he had "wrapped up a surprise present" for me. On stepping into the room, I beheld that present: Alex was on the bed, hands and feet bound widely to the headframe with the Velcro restraints. Jason had done a good job, as Alex's feet were spread obscenely wide, and his pelvis was tilted up at an angle that presented his penis and anus very clearly. To add to the dramatic effect, the late afternoon sun was streaming through the blinds, and adding a distinctive spotlight to the scene. Alex's brown skin looked golden in the light, and his rock hard penis and the bright pink of his corona and ass lips were easily seen. The anus looked like it had been expertly prepared: the pink lips were shining, exposed, and dilated enough to clearly see the ruby red interior. Not to be rude, but it did look like a pussy -- a moist, needy, boy pussy in full estrus. After the two seconds I needed to evaluate the scene, my eyes moved up to meet with Alex's; he stared back into my eyes, and delivered his prepared lines: "Oh, daddy. I'm sorry you caught me like this. Please don't rape me! I promise I'll be a good boy! Please don't stick your big man cock in my pussy and punish rape me so hard until you cum inside me!" That was certainly a sentence I’d never heard in life. Rape? Should I be worried?

OK. I was thrown back by this scene they had pulled together, and not just a little aroused. In fact I had gone from wood to platinum in a very few seconds, but managed to regain enough self-control to glance over to Jason and congratulate him, and inform him that I too had a surprise; just then in walked Atul. When Jason saw him standing there naked and erect, he squealed "baby!" and launched himself toward Atul, climbing up his frame, wrapping his arms and legs around Atul's torso, kissing him, and settling down on top of Atul's now horizontal erection, as if it were a perch. It appeared that Jason was rubbing his butt crack along the length of Atul's erection too.  Atul and Alex then became aware of each other's presence, with Alex's face seemingly showing distress and embarrassment, but thanks to Jason's expert work in bondage, completely unable to do anything about it. Atul stood there holding by cupping his butt cheeks, but his eyes were as wide as saucers, entranced by Alex being splayed out so obscenely before us. Atul noticed Alex's discomfort first, putting Jason down while telling him he needed to talk with Alex. Atul went over to Alex, and Jason walked over and hugged my side. Atul sat down on the bed, and smiled at Alex telling him not to worry, and that this made him happy, as he had always thought Alex was a handsome boy, and he had always wanted to know what Alex looked like naked. Alex seemed then to relax a bit, and asked Atul if he thought he looked okay, to which Atul replied "Oh yes. Even though Jason is my boyfriend and I love him, you are most handsome and very sexy."

To further break the tension, I took command of the scene and announced (using the new vocabulary) that I had to punish rape a very naughty little boy, but Atul and Jason were welcome to stay, watch, and maybe even help. Atul stood, and moved the armchair over closer to the bed. I climbed on the bed between Alex's legs, and saw the little, carefully prepared pile of supplies next to Alex on the bed: lube, poppers, towels, and wet wipes. They had also spread out the beach towels -- thinking of everything. I grabbed the lube, but Jason stopped me by saying that Jason was fully prepared for his punishment rape, just in case, and that lube wasn't needed. Alex concurred, slipping back in to character to announce that he was afraid I was going to rape him without lube like the “last time”, so they both loosened and lubed him up in advance. OK, this “punish/rape” thing has to be some kind of fantasy, because the kid was a virgin the night before. However, just to be certain no one was hurting him, I broke character, asking him to tell me if anyone has been hurting him – he just grinned up at me and told me it was something he’d been fantasizing about after watching episodes of “Oz” on YouTube. OK then, back to character; I grabbed the poppers, cracked them open, and made Alex take a good three hits. By the third hit, I had my dry cock head perched on the event horizon of his well-glistening pussy. Alex just breathed deeply, looked at me with drunken eyes, and with a raspy voice said "do me daddy".

The advantage of the restraint devices is that it is very easy for the top to control penetration of the bottom. No hands were required to maintain the position of the bottom once the parts were set in alignment, so the top could simply focus on the aim and depth of the penis with relation to the aperture being penetrated. That being the case, I simply raised the height on the bed to match Alex, and pushed shallowly into his hole. I wanted to make sure they had lubed him enough before going balls deep, and confirmed on pulling my cock back out, saw that there was indeed excess lube, warranting a complete thrust all the way to the bottom, followed by a fast, full withdrawal out complete with an audible "pop" of his pink, shiny pussy lips. My now very shiny cock shaft and head were visible to all for a second, before a full, hands-free plunge ensued. Alex's head lolled back, and he moaned "Daddy! Rape me Daddy! Daddy!" repeatedly until he came back to full consciousness after the power of the poppers abated.

I continued the fuck Alex in this manner for a few minutes, taking a moment or two to see what our witnesses were up to. Atul did make the attempt to give Jason a preliminary orgasm with his mouth, but it was apparent that the scene in front of them was too distracting for them both to focus on themselves. Very quickly they gave rapt attention to events on the bed and assumed a new posture in the armchair, with Jason in Atul's lap, his butt crack sitting upon Atul's cock, and his tiny feet on Atul's knees. Atul's legs were spread wide, thus making Jason's also be spread. Jason’s tackle was on full display and outrageously hard. He was lightly rocking his pelvis along Atul's cock, and the fingers on his left hand were tugging back Atul's foreskin, and playing in the pre-cum that was rapidly coating Atul's glans. Atul's right fingers were doing the same thing to Jason's foreskin -- which was shiny itself. I took that as confirmation that buddy bear was indeed starting to produce pre-cum. I refocused my attention on Alex, and saw that his knob was in the same slimy condition as all the other knobs in the room. Moving up to his eyes, he was staring at me intently, while from time to time looking over at what was happening in the armchair. I grabbed Alex's feet, spreading them a few more inches apart as I increased the pace of the fuck for a few moments before slowing down and bending over to kiss Alex's lips. I moved my lips to his left ear and whispered: "my sweet boyfriend, if you want to try either Jason or Atul, it's ok with me, but you need to ask for permission from his boyfriend, and you can’t do things like this with anybody else" I pulled back to look in Alex's face, and he looked up to me with a questioning look, to which I gave him back a smile, and a nod in assent.

While I kept sawing in and out of his precious, pink little asshole, Alex turned his head to the armchair and said "Jason?" to which Jason replied "Yeah buddy?" Alex then asked "You're my best friend in the whole world and we share everything and I want you to always be happy, but... [pause] what would really be the best thing in the world right now [pause] is if you would [pause] let me borrow your hot boyfriend [pause] for a few minutes." Jason took a couple of seconds to form an answer as an expectant Alex kept eye contact. Jason then lifted himself off of Atul's shaft, reached down and pulled Atul's cock skin completely back to fully expose the huge cockhead, and said "ok buddy, but you're gonna need a lot more lube and medicine to get this huge hook thing in you." Atul bent over to Jason's ear, and said "are you sure you will be ok with this baby?" to which Jason replied, "I loved Alex before I loved you, and I love Mr. Rich too, but l will always love you most. So yes, besides -- I wanna watch!" Jason stood up, with his hard angry nail nearly vertical, so Atul could make the way over to the bed, with hard, bald, huge, wet cockhead leading the way. I then disengaged from Alex, reapplying lube to his aperture, and giving him a big wet kiss before standing up, and taking a seat in the armchair. Jason sat back in my lap, assuming the same position he had in the chair with Atul, crack atop my shaft, and little feet on my knees. His hair was just below my chin, and I could smell his hair with the full scent of boy filling my senses.

Across the way, Atul was engaging Alex in a little chat. He told him that he is a sexy boy, and that he never wants to hurt him, but it's possible that his penis could hurt him. That's why it is so important to let him know if it ever hurts! Alex just responded by saying he was ready, and to give him the medicine. Atul's penis had never looked angrier and more vengeful, but his eyes were full of care and kindness. Even though his penis had never produced so much pre-cum, he added a good bit more lube to the mix, drying off his hand, he took the "medicine" -- the poppers, and brought them up to Alex's nostril for a few good hits, carefully sealing off the open nostril each time with his thumb for maximum dosage. He then raised his cock to the gaped little puss, adjusted the trigonometry between his shaft and target, skinned back his foreskin, and slowly began injecting the cockhead into Alex's pink aperture. Just as the cockhead's maximum diameter began the transition into Alex's little body, the boy hissed loudly, and screamed "stop for a second!" Everything was held in a state of suspended animation for a couple of seconds, with the extremely taut, bright pink band forming Alex's pussy lips strangling the thickest part of Atul's dark purple cockhead.  Alex had his eyes clinched shut, and was breathing shallowly and rapidly, when Jason uttered: "dude, remember what I told you, I always gotta push out like I'm pooping, or it never goes in". Alex took a deep breath in, and bore down as instructed; a second later, it popped in.

Atul was determined to be a hero to little Alex. Although he could have very easily pushed all the way into the depths of the still panting boy, he opted to locate Alex's prostate, and giving it some much focused attention for some moments before slowly sinking balls deep. Alex had a sheen of sweat over his entire body, and his pink lips had turned a deeper shade of pink, but he seemed ok. Atul withdrew to the prostate, and plunged back in several times before lifting the poppers bottle back to Alex's nostrils, giving him a few more hits before pulling completely out, and reentering the now wider aperture. It was clear that Alex was hugely gaped with a perfect "O" before it got filled once again. I was entranced by the sight until Jason broke the spell. He had been lightly sawing on the top of my shaft, when he looked up and said "they are officially having sex and not just practicing, aren't they.", to which I whispered "yes". Jason then went further: "You and I have only practiced, but we never had sex, right?"  I told him yes, wondering where this was going, when he looked up and said, "I am lubed up too, and if Atul is ok with it, I really want you to fuck me for real" Atul must have heard this exchange, as he focused his gaze on Jason, nodded “yes,” and held out the poppers bottle with this left hand. Jason turned around to face me, feet on either side of my hips and palms on my knees, spread his knees wide apart, and placed his anus on top of my still moist glans. I offered the bottle up to Jason's nostrils for a couple of hits. He then ground his ass around on the top of my dick, and let gravity take his body down to the root.

Atul and Alex had already established a nice rhythm by the time I had entered Jason. Alex kept repeating "rape my little pussy Atul, rape my ass hard like my papa does." That was indeed a visual! Alex’s father, Felipe, is a smoldering piece of straight Latino machismo. The thought of Felipe power pounding his son caused my cock to twitch and swell, making Jason was coo with pleasure like a dove. After a few minutes, I was afraid it was all reaching climax far too soon, when it appears Atul came to the same conclusion. He pulled out of Alex with a pop. Atul told Alex that his boypussy (he said "boypussy") needed a little rest before it could go any further, and surprisingly, Alex, who was nearly out of breath, didn't dispute that assessment. Atul looked at Jason, telling  him that he knew Jason and Alex were also boyfriends, and asked if he'd be so kind as to come over, and kiss his little boyfriend's butthole to make it all better. Atul then released Jason from his restraints, taking a few minutes to rub the boy's tight muscles. He then had Jason lie face up on the bed, and put Alex on top in a modified "69" position, so that Jason and Alex could reach the other's boy bits, taint and anus. They dutifully began kissing and licking nether regions, eliciting more coos from both of them. I made the suggestion that they should go ahead and give each other orgasms, since we had neglected to do that earlier. They both transitioned to each other's boycocks, and began vigorous blowjobs.  I then got Atul's attention, and pointed to Jason's feet; he got the message.

Atul grabbed Jason's feet and pulled them up in the air with his legs forming a "V." Stretched out, each leg was just long enough for a foot to reach Atul's mouth when he leaned his head to the left or the right. He performed the foot worship I taught him perfectly. Whenever he had Jason's toes in his mouth or around his tongue, the boy squirmed and mewled below. From my vantage point, it appeared that Jason was taking that extra stimulation, and transmitting it on to Alex, who also began to squirm, and feed it back to Jason in an erotically charged, symbiotic cycle. I was sitting back in the armchair, the sole audience member to this incredibly sexual piece of performance art, when it became clear from the pitch and frequency of moans that the boys were reaching simultaneous orgasm. When these climaxes came, it was as if a wave crashed ashore, and all three of them pulled apart, breathing heavily. Only Atul had not orgasmed, but was indeed highly erect and engorged. Atul motioned for me to join him on the bed, and asked the boys to sit in the recliner and rest.

As they were sitting across from us, I asked the boys if they were surprised that we knew they were also boyfriends, and they shyly looked up at us, and nodded yes. Atul took over, and said that it was ok, and in fact good -- because they were both boys, and would learn things from each other that they couldn't learn from men. I then told them that it was the very same thing for men, and that only another man could do things that boys couldn't yet do, and that's why Atul had become my "manfriend". Without missing a beat, Atul continued that we four were indeed lucky because each of us could have a "boyfriend" and a "manfriend" at the same time, with me following up that we were all extra lucky, because all of us loved each other, and only wanted the other three to be happy. The boys considered this, and soon were nodding in agreement. I then kissed Atul, and within seconds, the boys were kissing each other as well. A few moments later, Jason's curiosity popped up, and he asked what things two men could do that a man and a boy couldn't. I started to stammer an inchoate response, when Atul chimed in, and said, "Just watch," as Atul pulled me into his arms on the bed, and covered my lips with his.

Both boys perked up at this turn of events, and showed intense curiosity -- little boners that had barely begun to shrink were now starting to rise again. Atul lay down on his back, and pulled me face down upon his chest. He then raised both legs in a great, wide "V", and grabbed my shoulders with both hands, and pushing my upper body toward vertical, with my knees on either side of his hips. He placed a pillow under his hips, and under his head. He handed me the lube, and seeing where he was going with this, I squirted some lube in his anus, and lubed myself up as well -- and the boys became perfectly focused and silent. I knew that Atul was still opened up from earlier, so I offered some poppers, which he declined. Instead, he looked at the boys and said "this is what my manfriend can do for me that boyfriends cannot yet do." With that, he looked up and me and rasped "breed me with all of your huge man dick."

I needed no further direction, and pushed in balls deep. Atul’s entire body shuddered as his throat issued a deep, loud moan. Due to earlier activity and training, he didn't offer much resistance.  Yet, the pressure and tone were exceedingly pleasing. I groaned in response, and leaned over to kiss him, his mouth opening and engulfing my offered tongue. He then did something surprising: Atul turned his head so that his lips were near my right ear, and began whispering. I had to strain to catch what he was telling me. In essence, he wanted me to bring the boys onto the bed with us, and he asked that when I came, to do so just inside his anus, opposed to the usual deep breeding.  I pulled back, established eye contact with him, and nodded my understanding. I hadn't the foggiest why he wanted this, but trusted him enough to just ride along (pun intended) to see where this roller coaster would go. I began to pound him deeply and more frequently, eliciting more groans, and Atul's eyes rolling back into his head. He began flexing and stretching his legs. In our several sexual encounters with each other, I had noticed an enhanced muscle flexibility, and I'm guessing due to his age, athleticism, and practice of yoga, he was able to flatten out his legs to where the sides of his upper legs were, or very nearly were, doing the splits, almost perpendicular to his torso -- while his ass and cock were prominently displayed up in the air. It was a most unusual posture for sex, but again I just rode along.

After his changes in posture, I looked down for a second at the point where our two bodies merged, and had to do a double take; where my penis merged into his body, there was a clear, thin, muscular band that gripped my penis. On the in-stroke, the band sank and withdrew into his body, but on the out-stroke, it puffed out and grasped my glistening shaft, much like it was unwilling to let me exit his body. The view was exceedingly hot, and now I knew why he wanted the boys on the bed with us: he wanted to give them visuals to study. I looked over to the boys in the chair, who were sitting there enraptured with hard as nails erections, and nodded them over to the bed, patting each hand on either side of Atul's hips, indicating where they were each to perch. Jason was first and fastest, and crawled around to the far side, while Alex moved over to the near side. From their new positions, they also had a close-in, birds-eye view of the penetration and constant pistoning, and their faces showed it -- broad "O" formed mouths, and an intense, searing focus on the few square inches of scene. Alex was the first to reach out a finger to make a tactile investigation, placing the finger pad squarely upon the point of interface, and moving the pad along the contours. Jason followed Alex's example a few seconds afterward. Atul asked them “how much of Rich’s cock is going inside me? Test it with your fingers.” The boys spread their thumbs and index fingers along the entire transited length between my cock root and Atul’s anal ring, and estimated that about 6 inches/15 cm of shaft were passing through Atul’s anal ring on each pass. Atul brought the lesson home: “you know that special button – your prostate-- inside you, and how good it feels to get rubbed?” Both boys nodded. “Well,” Atul continued, “inside a man, the prostate is a couple inches farther inside, and much larger than it is in boys. Jason baby? I can’t wait for you to grow so that your penis is large enough to do that trick for me.”

The light bulbs lit up; they couldn't reach that deep. Atul then looked up at me, and asked me to come now. I pulled the boys up away from Atul and my interface, and focused all my attention on shallow, rabbit strokes into Atul. It took only a few moments until my cockhead engorged itself just beyond Atul's ring, and began disgorging my wet load. After coming, I pulled out with a loud "pop," and a little milky, gaping pool was all that was to be seen. Atul then looked directly at Jason, and commanded him to "fuck me, baby." Jason quickly looked around for the lube, but seeing where Atul was going I told him he wouldn't need lube to fuck his manfriend. Jason quickly pivoted around and very soon planted his hard little nail into the gape, the end effect being that he was soon only splashing around in the milky pool for a bit, with very little recompense for his exertions until Atul squeezed his sphincter tightly around his boyfriend’s nail, granting Jason enough friction to enjoy the short, sloppy ride as he topped a man for the very first time. Jason then gratefully relinquished Atul’s ass over to Alex, who did ride for a moment, but apparently had other ideas.

Alex struggled to bring Atul’s legs back together on the mattress, whereupon Alex climbed back up on top of Atul, aligning his ass with Atul’s still distended penis, fully intent on finishing what Atul had started, telling him “my boypussy had a nap, and isn’t tired anymore.”. A dejected Jason, who having just orgasmed, wanted a cuddle and made his displeasure known with a "harrumph" sound. I pulled him into a hug, and Atul looked over to him, telling him "baby, I have to finish my promise to Alex. I pulled Jason onto my lap, wrapped him in cuddles, kissing the top of his head. Jason cooed, and the grudge was over.  Seeing this, Atul wrapped his arms around Alex, flipped him over on his back spreading the youngster’s legs, made ready to enter Alex’s still tight little slot for the grand finale, growling “I am so going to rape and breed this hot little boypussy.”  Atul jumped up and quickly lubed his shaft, placing the hooked head at the entrance to Alex's anus. Without preamble or poppers, he pressed forward. Alex grunted twice, and allowed Atul to plunge in. After about ten or pounding thrusts over Alex’s prostate button, he asked Alex what he was feeling. Alex's response? "Heaven. I feel heaven." Atul told both our little boyfriends that heaven was the only thing he and Rich wanted for them. Not seconds later, Atul planted deep inside Alex, and began delivering a creampie for the ages. We all ended up cuddling and kissing like a melting pot of bodies, breathing deeply and silently in the afterglow for a few minutes, when Jason curtly pronounced: "Yeah. Boyfriends and manfriends, I get it now. I'm down." I'm sure that in all of human history, better lessons have been taught, but also am willing to bet that this particular lesson had been in the top ten.

It was now close to 7 PM, and Atul had to get home. However, he evidently had crossed the Rubicon: he'd had enough. refusing a shower, and stating that he no longer gave a damn what Rana thought about how he smelled. He wanted to sleep and dream in the scents that his -- his words -- "new family" gave him. Before he left, he gave Alex and myself a passionate kiss before turning to Jason, his "baby", wrapping him up in his arms, kissing him, and telling him that he will love him forever.  Jason returned the sentiment, and was very nearly a mass of emotional jelly at that moment.  I asked the boys to go take a shower and get ready for movies and cuddling, and walked Atul to the door. We kissed again, and he told me that he was happier in that moment than he had ever been, thanked me for arranging "Fun Friday," expressed hope for a "Super Sunday" at around 11:00 AM, and left with his dimple shining. I'm so very glad he is in my life.