Midsummers Weekend

Saturday June 19 2021;

After our excitement on the Friday evening and our wonderful love making when we got home from our kayaking and the excitement in the dunes, we slept really well. Before sleeping the talked about what we would do for the remainder of the weekend and decided that we would go sailing out in Mount’s bay. I resolved to book a boat at the Sailing School in Penzance for the morning and lunchtime and fell asleep in Stephen’s huge arms really content.

As the weather was so hot we slept naked on top of the bed and we kept the windows of the bedroom open. I was woken at about five o’clock by the noise of the dawn chorus. The birds in our copse were in a very cheery mood announcing to all and sundry that the day had started and that the sun was up. Stephen had changed position during the night and now was spooning me from behind with his arm over my chest holding me to him tightly. I stroked his veined forearm and smiled to myself. I was so very fortunate to have this Nordic God of a man as my husband, and I thought back to before we had met and my resistance to any thought of a relationship, especially here in my late Grandparents home. I could not have been happier.

I drifted back to sleep and the next thing I knew was Stephen lifting my arm from the grip I had on his forearm so he could get up.

“Sorry my handsome one, but I need to pee”.

I allowed him to get off the bed and watch him pad over to our bathroom and heard him let loose his stream of urine into the bowl. I heard him tear off some toilet paper for him to wipe his cock dry as I had seen him do so  many times, and flush away the waste. Stephen had sold his house near Billingshurst to come to live with me and had used some of his money to help make much needed improvements to my inherited house. It had included removing the second bedroom, and enlarging our bedroom and bathroom and removing the ceiling. One of Stephen’s friends was a designer and I put my trust in him to make the improvements and he did a great job. We had a lot more space and we were definitely more comfortable.

Stephen walked back into the bedroom and I took in his wonderfully sculptured body and his great looks but especially his pendulous cock swinging from side to side as he approached the Emperor sized bed we had. He raised his arms high into the air and stretched his six foot six frame, something he couldn’t do before we had the ceiling removed.

He then bounced back onto the bed with me and lay down with his head in my lap, and licked my flaccid cock gently.

“That was a good night’s rest after the fucking you gave me, Gerren”.

I agreed. “Yes you were well away earlier this morning when the birds woke me up”.

“I never heard a thing”.

He sprung up onto his knees and faced me and leaned down to kiss me.

“Sailing today”?

“Yes I’ve got to book a boat when the club opens at eight thirty. There will be some club races today but we can get well out of the way from the course and relax”.

“Wonderful”. Stephen was really pleased. He had a few lessons before the COVID outbreak and the lockdown, and was beginning to take over some of the work on the boat, which delighted me. Our first holiday together was to take a cabin cruiser to the Isles of Scilly for ten days and I had to do nearly all the work, not that I objected to bossing the big guys around. Stephen really enjoyed the experience, it being his first cruise in a yacht. It was during the vacation that I began to love the man rather than to just want his body and attention.

He jumped off the bed. He was in a really bouncy mood. “I’ll put the coffee on and get some exercise in before breakfast”. He called out as he went down the stairs to the kitchen and lounge. I followed him down a few moments later and sure enough he had put on the coffee and was outside on the patio were we had put a small gym with essential equipment for us to keep fit. I prepared the light breakfast of cereal, ham and cheese. The toast we’d prepare after our exercise, and went out to join Stephen for some warming up exercises for a quarter of an hour or so.

We were just about to sit down for our breakfast when I heard Stephen’s phone ringing upstairs in the bedroom. He ran upstairs and soon returned to the table talking to someone with a puzzled look on his face, answering in one or two words. He held the phone away from him, and looked at me.

“Do you remember Chris, the friend of Mike and Carl”?

I didn’t remember instantly. Stephen went back to the phone.

“Just a moment Chris let me have a brief word with Gerren”.

He must have put the phone on silent as he reminded me of Chris. It only took a few words before I remembered the guy. We had met the guy at Stephen’s friend’s house the weekend we were moving Stephen’s belongings from his old home in West Sussex to come down to Cornwall to live with me. It had been a spectacular meeting that ended up with five of us fucking most the night and Chris sneaking into our bedroom to try to have more with Stephen and I and he ended up bottoming for both of us, with Mike and Carl watching in at the doorway.

“Chris is in Somerset, and desperate to get away from a client he’s not into and asking if he can come to visit. How about it”.

I felt non-committal about it. We hadn’t heard from Chris for nearly three years. He was though just our type of man that we enjoyed, even though he had a couple of issues.

Stephen spoke again to Chris.

“Where in Somerset are you”?

After the answer from Chris, Stephen relied that we were about a hundred and thirty miles away.

My mind was racing. We were going out sailing for most of the day and I had planned a quiet evening together with Stephen, why did Chris suddenly want to visit us out of the blue.

Stephen and Chris continued to talk as I thought and again Stephen spoke to me.

“How about it Gerren, it’ll just be for the night”.

I snorted. “He’ll have to be away by Monday morning maximum and it’ll cost him Sunday lunch at the Lakeside”.

Stephen’s eyes gleamed at that suggestion. He put his phone onto speaker.

“Chris, We’d be happy to have you here, but up to Monday Morning only as we have work, and it’ll cost you Sunday lunch”.

Out of the speaker of the phone, Chris’s Swiss German accent spoke loud and clear.

Yes, that will be good. I’m looking forward to seeing you guys and your home. It’s been too long.

I called out that he shouldn’t arrive until four thirty that afternoon as we are going to be out sailing. Chris was fine with that and asked for direction to our home. Stephen told him the location and post code and that we were on the B3306 road.

“I’m looking forward to seeing you guys again. It will be wonderful”. He called out, heavily pronouncing his ‘W’s as ‘V’s.

We assured him that we would be looking forward to it as well and hung up.

I was thinking about our last encounter with Chris as we prepared to set off to Penzance. I mentioned it to Stephen.

“He’s very independent minded and takes in everything he sees and hears You’ll have to have a strong word with him and tell him how protective I am of everything here”.

Stephen re-assured me. “I’ll make sure the big guy behaves himself otherwise he’ll get a second taste of the treatment he got from us the last time we saw him, though, he might want it all over again. Stephen’s eyes shone at that thought. “Yes”. I thought to myself, “you would like to do that all over again, I’m sure of that”.

Before too long we were out at sea in Mount’s Bay, heading out to sea away from the yacht clubs racing course. It was still very hot, but we were cooled slightly by the offshore breeze, blowing at about force four, enough to give us some speed across the water. We sailed for about three hours around St Micheal’s Mount and Marazion, then down to Prussia Cove and Pothleven and down as far as Halzephron Cliff before heading across the bay to Mousehole, giving Stephen the chance to tack back and fro a few times, and then heading past the fishing port of Newlyn and back to the harbour in Penzance.

It was wonderful to out at sea again with my wonderful man, and I could see that he was enjoying himself and our conversation was about sailing and the water sports I had introduced him to since we first met. This was part of the life I had wanted with the man of my dreams.

“Gerren, I’m so happy that we have this interest together. One day we’ll go on our honeymoon once this dreadful virus in under control and the world has fully opened up for us to do what we planned I promise you”. (our honeymoon had been cancelled because of travel restrictions)

We stopped off in the town centre to pick up groceries for our evening meal as we now had a guest coming to stay and we made our way back home happily after a good early afternoons sailing.

“Should we make up the bed in one of the spare rooms for Chris”? Stephen asked.

I thought about it for a few seconds and decided that we should but that we’d wait to see what would happen later that evening.

Stephen volunteered to make up the bed whilst I emptied out the Range Rover and put away the food we had bought.

It was just before four o’clock that Chris called us to see if we were at home. He was down in St Ives and was asking how to find our home. Stephen gave him the directions advising him to look out for the tiny secluded entrance to our property and reminding him that he’d not see our house from the road.

Stephen could see that I was tensing up. He came to embrace me and assured me that all would be fine, and that he’d have a quiet word with Chris to advise him to keep his comments to generalities. Just as I was beginning to relax the alarm we had installed rang to warn us of traffic on our pathway. (It was in case someone like the vicar or tradesmen came when we were naked around the house). Chris had arrived. We went out through the front doorway to greet him. He stepped out of his car and immediately remembered why we were attracted to him. He was our kind of guy.

6”4” of body-builder beef, his dark brown hair longer than I remembered, but he was still as handsome. Tanned, smooth, sparkling blue come-to-bed eyes and a board sexy smile showing off a dimpled chin and perfect white teeth. He walked up to us, and embraced us both. Immediately I felt movement in my groin. I was turned on by the guy.

“So this is your home”. He called out in his Swiss German accent. “It looks marvellous, and so hidden from view from the road. It is very nicely private. Great for the orgies huh”! He winked at us.

“Have you got a bag Chris”? Stephen asked.

Chris pulled out his brown leather holdall from the rear seat of his care and refused Stephen’s off to carry the bag for him. We directed Chris into the house reminding him to watch his head as he entered the doorway. It was one of the changes we were unable to make when we re-built the house. He immediately took to the room. The open plan lounge and kitchen met with his approval. His eye caught our blown up photo that Stephen had made.

The photo was of the two of us at Rosewall Hill with the view of St Ives Bay behind us. Stephen was standing behind me, his huge arms across my chest and my hands holding is arms; His chin resting on my shoulder and stunning prize-winning smile. It was the first photo we ever had taken of the two of us by a passing stranger, just two days after we had first met. Chris studied the photo.

“Yes, you two are well suited to each other. It is obvious to anyone from this picture”.

We explained the changes we had made to my grandparents’ house and walked Chris through the conservatory to the garden and showed him our gym area. We then showed him the fields I owned that led down to the ocean. Chris was immediately taken by the view.

“You are so lucky to have this place, it is secluded and beautiful. So unlike London and my home in Switzerland. It is a different beauty to the Alpine pastures I know”. He glanced around approvingly. “You have no animals here”?

I explained that with our work and leisure activities we really didn’t have time for animals or pets but that my brother did have permission to graze his cows three times a year, and that kept the grass down. “Though Stephen is shit scared of our Jersey bull, Ned; the softest bull outside of the Island”.

“I swear the beast sees me as opposition”. Stephen nervously smiled.

We walked down to the shelter and explained that below us was the coastal footpath that ran all around the coast of South West England and that again, no one could see our house and land from the path. Walking back to the house, I pointed out the land owned by my brother who ran the farming business, even though I was the elder brother.

“You mean there is another stunning guy like you and younger”? Chris was interested.

It was Stephen who laughed first.

“No.Gerren’s brother is a charmer, but different in a number of ways. Firstly he is dark. Dark skinned, dark haired, and he is straight, married with a child; Gerren’s nephew. But he is just as Cornish as Gerren and equally a wonderful person to know as his brother and he is totally supportive of our marriage and would have a go at anyone who would criticise Gerren. Gerren is very much respected here in the community, believe me Chris”.

“That is so good to hear”. Chris was pleased.

“Let’s show Chris upstairs and then we can sit outside in the sun with a bottle of wine and chat”. I suggested.

I let Stephen show Chris upstairs whilst I prepared the table and chairs on the grass in the garden and found a chilled bottle of a Petit Chablis – just perfect to sip and chat. Stephen came out to the garden alone.

“He’ll be down in a moment; he’s freshening up and changing into something lighter. I spoke to him about your concerns. Don’t worry, but I’m certain he wants action with us tonight”.

“I’m ok about that”. I assured Stephen. I’d forgotten just how hunky and handsome he is”.

Stephen cuddled me. “That’s my man. I’m sure we will really enjoy ourselves with him”.

We had poured out the wine ready for when Chris came down to join us. He was in a tight fitting singlet that left nothing to the imagination. His body bulged in all the right places and his exposed flesh was well tanned and smooth, Of course, I checked out his package which was stretching the fabric of the singlet and it was easy enough to see his cockhead outlined in the material.

Gerren, you seem to be bigger than I remember you, you have put on some really good muscle. It really suits you. He picked up his glass of wine and sipped it as he grabbed hold of his cock, supposedly adjusting it inside the material.

We talked about the last couple of years. Chris had a bad time, unable to meet his clients and lost a lot of income, fortunately his families banking business gave him some provision. “Not being able to travel freely was bad too”.

We talked about our experiences since we last saw him, our marriage, and Stephen’s surprise inheritance when he married and what I received too as his spouse. “Neither of us really have to work anymore, but we enjoy working. Gerren is now a Doctor of Geology, and has his consultancy business with local firms and some International firms working here in Cornwall and has a fantastic reputation”.

Chris explained to us what had happened with his “client” in Somerset.

“He was not the guy in the photograph in fact quite the opposite, but he had paid my fee, but I was not into the guy at all. He was becoming sticky with me and I needed to get away, and I remembered that you were nearby and called to see if I could meet you again, even after this time”.

“I bet you didn’t realise that we were so far away”. I smiled at him. “This is Land’s End here. We like to say we are almost as far from London as you can get within England and as Close as you can get to the USA without getting wet”.

“Yes I was surprised at the distance, but I enjoyed the drive here and seeing you guys so happy, comfortable here makes it so worthwhile”.

My mind was furiously trying to remember my German. I knew it would frustrate Stephen but looking at Chris, I wanted to get the stud naked now. I just knew how to get him hard. I was furiously trying to remember the German for worthwhile. The words came to me almost in an instant. I looked directly into his blue eyes as I sipped from my glass of wine.

“Sie möchten es sich lohnen”? (would you like to make it worthwhile)

He was surprised at my question.

“Sicher, was ist später”? (Sure, what about later)

Immediately I could see Chris’s cock growing larger in his clothing. It was impossible to miss. Stephen was looking at me curiously, wondering what we were talking about.

“Wie wäre es jetzt”? (How about now)

I remembered when we had first met it was Chris who took the lead exposing his cock to all of us. Starting off the orgy we had with Mike and Carl.

“Bist du sicher”? (are you sure) I knew that he really wanted to fuck immediately. He reply was full of desire and his cock was throbbing clearly in the singlet.

Probieren Sie mich aus. (try me)

He widened his legs as far apart as the chair would allow, playing with his erection.

“Aufstehen”. I gently told him, ordering him to stand up. Stephen gave out his deepest moan. Chris did as he was told and stood up. His erection was massive and the fabric was stretched almost to the point of being torn by his hugeness. I was certainly hard and from what I could see Stephen was very excited and looking back and forth.

“Zeigen Sie es uns”. (show us) There was a tension around us, an intense feeling about the table. I didn’t care how correct or incorrect my German Grammar was, I wanted Chris to release his cock. I wanted to remember just how huge his cock was.

Chris lifted the material away from the bulge and pulled it to one side allowing his cock to be released. It wasn’t so much a slow sexy revelation but a monster released from its imprisonment that couldn’t wait to feel free. It wavered about for a couple of seconds before standing erect in front of its owner as if it were chained to the body but really wanted to break free and explore the world if it could.

I remembered the colossal beast immediately. Heavily veined, as thick as my wrist and just as long as Stephen’s monster with the foreskin still wrapped around the glans peeled back slightly to expose the tip of his cock. I heard Stephen give out a large gasp. I was certain he hadn’t understood the little German conversation Chris and I just had and didn’t have a clue what I was up to.

“Don’t touch it” I told Chris in English. “Take off the clothing”. He did so, unwrapping himself from the singlet. As he pushed down the textile over his cock, it was pushed downward, and when released it bounced up and down like a spring. Chris looked sensational naked and erect. His face giving away no emotion. I could see why he got so much money from his escorting activities. For a very brief moment I thought that if I hadn’t got Stephen then……… but I soon chased that thought away from my mind. Chris would never give up his escorting and I wouldn’t be happy with him fucking off all over Europe to his men and women and leaving me alone. Stephen was loyal and truly loved me.

I looked into Chris’s eyes and led them to Stephen.

“Gib es ihm”. I very softly told Chris. He walked over to Stephen and stood right next to my husband’s face and pushed his erection to Stephen’s lips. He looked at me as if to ask if he could do it.

I raised my eyebrows in a permissive gesture. I wanted to see this happen. I had not forgotten what had happened when Chris came to our bedroom after the five-way orgy and played with us in the dark room. This time it was daylight and I could see everything clearly.  Stephen opened his mouth and let out his tongue which he then licked the head of the wondrous cock. Chris moaned in delight and the foreskin rolled back over the cockhead revealing the most beautiful glans, definitely thicker than the shaft. Stephen sniffed at the head of the cock taking in the aroma of the arousal. He took in all the head and a couple of inches of the shaft. I walked around to be next to Stephen’s face my mouth by the massive shaft. Stephen’s eyes looked at me with deep appreciation as I licked the exposed shaft, taking care of the ultra large urethra pushing my tongue hard against its length.

“You do not mind doing this though you are married”? It was the first sign of any concern as to what was happening.

Stephen’s deep voice rumbled gently. “We had a long talk before we got married and agreed on certain strict rules, not that we’ve had too many chances to use them”.

“So you’ve had the chance to test the rules”? Chris came us the dirtiest smile I had seen in a long time.

“Yes, a couple of times”. Stephen admitted.

I felt a hand on my head pushing me against the monster cock. I looked into Stephen’s eyes and it was so easy to tell that he was happy. He was offering me the big cock to cuck on alone. I then realised that it was Stephen who was holding my head. I started to lick he head and Stephen joined in, both our tongues servicing the cock and we mutually tasted the pre-cum as we kissed the cock and each other.

I reached over to Stephen’s shorts and tried to pull them down. He had to stand up slightly so that I could get them off. My husband’s cock, almost the equal of Chris’s massive tool sprang out of the shorts as they were lowered. Chris was delighted.

“Ah yes I remember”. He muttered as he reached out to take hold of Stephen’s cock and gently wanking it slowly. Now that Stephen was standing up I had both these humungous beasts in front of my face. I sucked on Chris whilst watching the manipulation of Stephen’s cock wishing that I had the talent that some had to swallow huge cocks like the guys had. Daily sucking of my lovers cock had not helped loosen my throat and I could only take in about three inches of his cock. Stephen had never complained and was always gentle and soothing about my oral work on him. It was the opposite with Stephen, he could always take in most of my nine incher which he always eagerly do so. It was the same with me and Chris, I was loving the warmth of his cock in my mouth and the slightly salty taste of his meat.

I took over the action on Stephen’s cock and alternated sucking on both the guys trying hard to ensure I treated each of them as equally as I could. The guys were kissing and checking out each other’s bodies. Stephen was stripping off his shirt and was now naked with Chris. The guys hands roamed all over each other’s pumped up bodies, Chris going down on Stephens nipple flicking it with his tongue and then sucking on the teat before nipping it with his teeth and moving to give the other nipple the same treatment before giving Stephen another deep kiss. Stephen responded by going down on Chris’s chest giving him the same treatment but obviously harder action with his teeth as Chris gave out a sharp yelp each time Stephen bit down on his nips.

I was still enjoying sucking on the two massive cocks, and comparing both of them. Chris was more veined than Stephen and I judged that he was also slightly the thicker of the two and that Stephen was narrowly longer. It was a treat for me to have twenty inches of muscled cock in front of me to give my attention to, but I was getting no action myself and, I was still dressed.

“How about you two muscle studs stripping me”. I suggested from below the passionate men. Both the guys reached down to bring me up level with them. It was noticeable that I was the shortest of the three of us, and I am 6’3”. Stephen lifted off my shirt as Chris pulled down my shorts and within a few seconds I was naked with the other guys. Chris took a step backwards from me and looked me over.

“Gerren, you are quite simply so handsome’”. He turned to Stephen “You are such a fortunate man to have this stunning guy as your partner”.

He came back to me and embraced me, and Stephen came behind me and hugged me from behind. The three of us were naked and hard together and we. Chris broke our clinch by just saying “I must”. He sank down and took my aching cock in his mouth almost taking it all in one gulp. It didn’t feel the same as when Stephen swallowed my length and I shouldn’t have expected it too but his mouth was soft and warm and he was using his tongue to good effect. Stephen was still behind me his arms crossed over my chest holding me to him and his hands expertly working my nipples as he nuzzled my neck with gentle kisses.  I could feel his huge cock against my arse crack pushing against my buttocks. He released me from his hold and lowered himself down and licked my spine as he did so sending huge shivers throughout my body enhancing the feelings Chris was giving my cock with his expert mouth.

I then felt Stephen’s breath against my arse and I relaxed my cheeks and it was unmistakable. His tongue was licking my cheeks and making its way to my bud. Very quickly I felt it find the target and the thrilling sensation on the nerve endings of my shute swept all over me, from head to toe. Stephen pushed his face deep into my hole and was making satisfied noises as he moved his mouth and tongue around my hole. Coupled with Chris’s sucking I was in heaven and began to face fuck the stud as my lover was eating me out. I was really enjoying the action and trying to hold back from cumming too quickly.

Stephen called out to Chris to come around to him. When the guys were together, they were kissing deeply using lots of tongue action.

“Yeah taste my lover’s hole on my mouth”. Stephen was urging him.

The next thing I felt was my being pushed to the ground onto all fours my butt in the air and Chris rimming my hole deeply. I sensed Stephen straddling my back facing Chris and could feel his cock rubbing against my cheeks right by Chris’s hard working mouth.  Chris must have taken the offered cock to suck on as he was rimming my hole, transferring his attention back and forth to the both of us. Then, I just knew it, Stephen was rimming me, I implicitly knew hit was his mouth and style of eating me and I felt Chris also rubbing his cock over my hole.

One thing I knew for sure, I was not going to be fucked. Stephen and I had an agreement that between us we would only fuck each other. No other men would get in our arses. As to us fucking other guys – that was fine. Chris was going to be the recipient of our cocks whether he liked it or not. The only problem was that our rubbers were upstairs in the bedroom and not with us in the garden. I decided that we could hold off on the fucking until tonight we could attack Chris then, and give him a reminder of what happened three years earlier. My reservations about Chris had evaporated by his sensational looks and the fact that he was now naked and giving us some great sex.

Then Chris re-arranged our positions so that both Stephen and I were on our backs our legs in the air our holes pointing at Chris. He first dived down to Stephen’s hole. I raised myself up slightly to try to see as much as I could but all I could see was Stephens cock in the air being fisted in reaction to the joy he was receiving and Chris’s eyes gleaming with dirty delight as he was rimming out my husband’s hole. Both the guys were making appropriate noises of satisfaction. The Chris turned his attention to my hole. The sensation was amazing. Chris certainly had a talent for arse licking. I held up my cock vertically my foreskin peeled right back and again, Chris’s eyes glistening with dirty delight.

He moved away from my hold and was licking my shaft and then swallowing my dick almost to the root before going back to my hole. I was in serious danger of blowing my load. Stephen leaned over to me, kissing me deeply and playing with my nips. The man knew how to excite me. I felt my balls tightening and my groin tingling all over. I knew that I was soon to shoot. I gave out a warning.

“Oh man – yeah – whatch out guys – I’m going to blow”.

Stephen’s kissing and nip play became really intense and I grabbed hold of his tumescent cock, squeezing it hard whilst jacking myself off. I heard Chris moan deeply as he licked away at my hole. All parts of my body seemed to be floating above the grass. Then the sensation panged right through my body from my brain to my balls and I knew I was orgasming. My brain had linked all of the action happening to me. Stephen’s kisses, his expert nip play and Chris’s tongue. Zing!

The next thing I felt was my cum splashing down on my body, like fat raindrops. I felt my cock pulsate in my hand and I heard Stephen moan as he bit into my nipples. I heard Chris gasp and felt him move away from my hole.

When my orgasm had died down, my body was still tingling and my brain was slowly recovering, I felt Chris come to lie beside me.

“Yes, Yes, I remember now. At the party with Mike and Carl, you fainted when you come. I’d never seen a cock shoot so much in my life and with so much force. You can still do it”.

“Only since I met you”. I reminded Stephen.

Chris was now kissing me with Stephen and stroking my body. The guys were spreading my cum over my torso.

“It’s in your hair on your cheek and all over your arm”. Chris informed Stephen.

“I’ve got used to that”. Stephen laughed.

We chatted for a few minutes and Stephen asked if we could get him off.

My favourite was of getting Stephen to shoot was for him to sit on my face away from my body. That was I could see his amazing body and massive cock above me as I rimmed him out. He didn’t let me down. I was eating away and watching him wank his cock with long and slow strokes, rubbing his fist over his big shiny cockhead and Chris stood above and astride me feeding his huge cock into Stephen’s throat whilst twisting his nipples hard. I reached around Stephen’s thighs to grab hold of his arse cheeks, opening them up to get my tongue deeper into his hole. It working there was a loud bullish groan from his larynx as he sucked on the fat humongous cock deep in his throat. His breathing became laboured and I felt his arse tighten as I licked and then suddenly loosen again before rapidly puckering against my tongue. His wanking of his cock suddenly stopped and then I was just able to see it spasm up and down as he shot out his load and hearing it splash on the grass behind my head.

His chest bulged hard and tight as he came with Chris really giving his nipples some hard torture. Eventually Stephen released Chris’s cock from his mouth.

“Phew. I suppose that’s one way to fertilize the garden”. He lifted himself from my face slightly and slapped my face with his wet dick, smiling down on me with glee. Before standing up next to Chris, thanking him with a huge wet kiss. He leaned down offering me his hand and pulled me upright and we stood each side to Chris our cocks still hard and wet. We were both kissing Chris who was jerking on his cock. I moved my hand down over his heavily muscled back and around over his hard tight glutes that I’d had my face as far as I could get it licking his bud a few minutes before. I found that Stephen’s hand was there before mine already exploring inside the hole. Stephen was flexing at his knees adjusting so that Stephen could get more of his fingers inside, and I took the chance to get my index finger in there too.

I moved from the three-way kiss to chew on Chris’s nipple. His chest was as hard and smooth as marble and I had a slight problem gripping his nipple and pulling it away from the muscle with my teeth. I could see Stephen’s free hand come to work the other nipple. Pinching, stroking and pulling at the organ. Chris was moaning and now bending his knees as we fingered him and he stroked appreciative at his heavily veined cock. He suddenly called out.

“My balls, lick my balls”.

I immediately went down to suck and lick his balls. His fist was now occasionally hitting my nose and forehead as he wanked himself. Then I felt his hole really tighten around the fingers in his hole. Stephen must have hit his switch as Chris’s body seemed to slump and tighten. I lapped between his balls at the urethra leading back towards his arse, licking it tight. I then felt the cum flow through the tube on its way to freedom. Four or five times I felt the same pulse through his pipe and again heard the cum splatter onto the grass.

I move back to lick his balls and to look up at his donkey cock and his sexy muscled body and those lusty eyes. He was looking down at me grinning at me. His soaked cock was resting across my head past my eyes and on my forehead.

“Gerren, you are the most handsome, sexiest guy I have ever met”. His cock lifted from my face and fell back down on it four or five times. I loved it especially as it was done by muscle power alone. Stephen moved his prick alongside Chris’s schlong but used his hands to slap my face with it.

“Shall we shower and change for the evening”? he suggested.

We picked up our glasses of wine and clothes, and walked back to the kitchen, still naked and hard, and then raced upstairs to the bathroom and for the first time I recalled we used both the ceiling showerheads with three of us in the especially enlarged shower and cleaned each other, kissing and exploring each other’s muscled bodies. After drying we returned downstairs – the guys sitting at the table as I prepared the evening supper. Passing through each of our heads was what was going to happen when it was bedtime.