Boots

As we came back to earth from a no-holds-barred rampant session, I struggled to catch my breath. Robyn had cum three or four times on the way to my desperate and animalistic release. Fuck I needed that more than I thought. I was amazed at how much tension I had been storing. I pounded her like there was no tomorrow. The bed was damp in pussy juice and sweat.

After a quick refresh I told fag to grab a chair and sit in the corner. I was sick of him standing there. In no time we were at it again. It was less intense, but as usual, no less satisfying. Robyn again went multiple and I blew another solid load inside her.

Now it was time for a serious rest. We cooled down, sipped wine and cuddled. Afterglow fun.

“A man servant. You know, you always surprise me” she offered. “Can I watch him, you know, perform?”

“On himself” I clarified.

“Yes, yes” she responded, getting excited as Fag tensed.

“Fag, kneel up here on the end of the bed”, we cleared the centre space. “Get yourself going and put on a show”. He moved into place at the speed of cold molasses. As he took his cock in hand we watched on, resting on each other with wines in hand. It was great fun.

After a few minutes it didn’t seem he was going to be able to get hard. I told Robyn it looked like I was going to have to intervene. I put my wine down and moved towards the boy. His nervousness increased. I reached forward and gently took his entire ball sack in my grasp. He stressed.

“You like being on display here tonight boy?”, I asked with a tiny hint of aggression.   

“No” He replied.

“You got a choice?” I countered. He shook his head negative.

“Cause, who’s balls are these?” I questioned.

“Yours” he answered lowly.

“Good, now, because you like it, do as you’re fucken told, get fucken hard and don’t hold back, otherwise I’ll take my balls and slam them in a kitchen drawer. Understand?” My trash talk worked wonders, within a minute he was well on the way to satisfying Robyn’s desires.

We watched on in fascination as he worked himself to higher and higher levels of physical excitement. In the end his purple knob was ready to blow and his load didn’t disappoint. Just before he blew I grabbed him and laid him on his back along the bed, his seed coated his hairless chest and sensational abs. I snapped the phone shut after making a second recording. He’d spend the rest of the night wearing his spoof.

As he came down from his release, Robyn reclined with her drink, I could tell, contemplating something.

“You know, I want to see some guy on guy action” she floated, “let me watch him suck you off. Will he be into that?”

“He’ll be into whatever I tell him to be into”, I assured as if fag wasn’t even in the room, “but I just came twice, so that may take some doing” I replied.

“You in a hurry?” she quizzed smiling, “I’ve never seen a guy refuse a head-job, you going to be the first?”

“I’m not knocking it back” I said “I’m just saying it may take some time”

“Better make a start then” she pressed. I set about rearranging pillows and then myself for maximum comfort. Fag watched on not really knowing what to do but back on his knees.

“Latch on” I directed, “no teeth”. He jumped right in despite my cock being coated in dry pussy juice. Robyn got completely into it, shifting to sit on the side of the bed to get the best view. She reached out and gently laid her hand on his arse.

“How come all the gay guys have such perfect butts?” she asked herself.

“What are you saying?”, I responded with mock indignation.

“You know what I’m saying, this is a beautiful fucking arse”. She was right, it was fantastic.

The head-job proceeded sensationally. Fag was truly the most skilled individual I had ever had attached to my shaft. In terms of size I don’t ‘show’ like he does, but I’m an inch longer at full throttle. I hadn’t expected to be as hard so fast, it really was a measure of how good his mouth and throat were. I took him by the ears and really started to drive deep. I was getting completely into it and starting to lose myself in the fantastic physical sensations being transmitted to my brain. Fuck I was hard, harder than I had been at any other time during the night.

Click! I didn’t recognize it, but a deeply buried switch went from 'dormant' to 'engaged'.

As I rearranged myself on the pillows I could feel the tingle building in my balls, I was going to blow everything I had left. I knew it.

I saw fag’s hand dart underneath him as he sought to satisfy his own needs. I pulled his arm back out to keep him focused on me. He gagged once or twice as I tried to push my way to his stomach. It was pure magic.

When I knew I couldn’t hold on any longer I pulled him off at the last moment and flipped him to his back. I pumped one or two strokes and let go what turned out to be a surprisingly large load. I knew I’d have sore balls tomorrow. I coated his face from chin to brow, he held his mouth open to catch whatever I offered on my sweep up and down his profile. I was utterly breathless, fag was completely mesmerised in what I knew to be pure joy. He’d finally tasted me, at last.

“Boys, that was fucken hot!”, exclaimed Robyn, “nothing better than smokin’ gay sex, I’m going to be using that visual to get myself off for months”, she assured.

After I had cooled down I needed a piss badly. As I got up from the bed I told fag to get on his chair and keep his hands away from his meat and face. He complied the moment I moved.

When I returned, I took a still of his cum covered mug for my collection and asked did he need to use the bathroom. He nodded he did, I added, “no hands”.

We snuggled a bit more but were beat. Robyn declared she had better get back to the hotel. It was the end of a brilliant evening. “Thanks fag” I said, meaning it. We made our exit into the cooler night air. While he cleaned up the mess we’d made, I dropped my fuck buddy at her serviced apartment. By the time I returned to my place it was around two. I slept like a baby. The next morning, I was right, my balls were sore.