The Hathaway

Vroom-Vroom

They stayed like that for a minute or two, catching their breath, before Miss M. gathered herself together enough to whisper, “So, are you ever going to make me worry about you again?”

“Never,” he responded with a gentle smile. Then smirking, he added, “Of course I may need to be reminded from time to time. I can be forgetful and a little preventative punishment might not go amiss.”

She pushed herself up and drove her dick even deeper into his ass, making him gasp and wince as she said, “You really are an asshole, aren’t you?” The amusement on her face belied her words and she shot us a quick smile. “I have to show our guests out. Then we’ll have to decide if you’ve been punished enough or if you get to stay tied up all night again.”

“Thank you boys,” she offered when we reached the main room of the basement. “I couldn’t have done it without you. And remember, not a word.”

“Who’d believe us anyways?”Ben chuckled as we started up the stairs and she returned to the depths of the cellar.

We managed to make it to the car without getting too wet, and before we headed home we spent a moment processing what we had just witnessed. As the initial laughter began to subside, Ben observed, “Who knew she was hiding such a monster cock under all those frilly dresses of hers?”

“Who knew she could be such a dominatrix?” I countered.

“I guess we won’t want to expect too much from Helmut in the morning,” he chuckled.

“If he can even walk,” I added. “Oh my god, between cracking his balls like walnuts and shoving a telephone pole up his ass…” We both burst into laughter again and I could see that Ben was still excited. Neither of us had worn underwear and my boner was as obvious as his. I reached over, rubbing my palm against the front of his sweatpants, and said, “I think I know what we’re going to be doing tonight.”

He returned the favor, causing me to moan loudly, and adding a passionate kiss to the mix. Before we knew what was happening we each had our hands in the other’s pants and were stroking each other’s dick with wild abandon. He worked one hand up inside my shirt to play with my nipples, and I pulled his shirt off completely so I could watch the muscles of his chest ripple as he continued to stroke my dick. “We should get home,” I mumbled from deep within a sexual fog.

“I don’t think you’re going to make it,” he said with an evil grin. He then pushed me back against the door and pulled my pants down below my knees, swallowing my cock in one graceful motion. At that point I stopped caring about anything else. If Ben knew how to do anything it was how to suck dick. I didn’t care if the whole town was watching, and from the way he was going at me, neither did he. We were both beyond horny from the discipline we had just participated in, and it didn’t take long for me to lose control. I expected him to swallow it all, as he usually did, but this time he finished me off by hand so that I could shoot my load all over his chest.

He slowly, sensually began rubbing my creamy ooze across his beautiful pecs. “Shall we finish this at home?” he leered. “I want to plant my load in that cute little ass of yours.”

Suddenly the back door opened and Helmut slid into the back seat. “Hell no!” he insisted. “Do it here. I want to watch.” Before either of us had a chance to react he reached into the front seat and scooped a finger full of cum off of Ben’s chest and popped it into his mouth. “Finally!” he rolled his eyes back. “I wondered what you tasted like.”

“Get off!” Ben protested, as he frantically stuffed his dick back in his sweatpants.

“Aww, come on,” Helmut teased. “Let me lick the rest of it off. It’s the least you can do. I let you shove that cute little orange dick of yours down my throat.”

Ben looked at me in horror, but I just laughed. I had made no attempt to put my clothes back on and remained naked with the last drops of cum still dripping from the tip of my dick. “What’s the harm?” I offered, “He obviously was watching us through the window.”

Ben shrugged and got on his knees in the front seat, offering his bare chest to Helmut’s gleeful tongue.

“How did you get out here so fast?” I asked as he made a meal of my jizz.

“Yeah, and how did you know it was us?” Ben added.

“Easy,” he laughed between licks. “I just told her I needed to sleep tonight so I could work tomorrow, which is true, and when I come out for a bedtime cigarette, I saw your car and heard the two of you going at it. It was obvious.” He had finished licking Ben’s chest and was moving towards the drips that had fallen on his belly. “Besides, I know what you guys smell like. I knew it was you almost as soon as you walked into the dungeon.”

“You know what we smell like?” Ben was incredulous.

“Yeah, you know, colognes, deodorants, stuff like that.” He had gone as far south as Ben would allow and began moving back up to his chest to make sure he hadn’t missed anything. “Besides, Everyone has a scent. I can recognize each of you individually and when you’re together.” He was licking one of Ben’s nipples at this point and I noticed his dick jump as a slight shiver passed through his body.

“Alright, enough of that.” I got up on my knees, still naked, and pulled Helmut off of Ben. “If anyone is going to be turning this guy on tonight it’s going to be me.” I leaned forward to kiss him, but before I reached him Helmut leaned over the seat and sucked my dick into his mouth with an appreciative moan. This time it was my turn to shiver.

As I pulled my hips away from his face and pushed him back, he smirked and said, “Good to the last drop.”

“What do you mean individually or together?” Ben asked as I finally pulled my pants up.

“Just what it sounds like. I can recognize what each of you smell like when you’re alone. But when you’re together there is a different smell. It’s got parts of each of you in it, but it is more than just a combination. It’s something unique, the smell of you as a couple. The smells of couples are usually the sexiest smells out there, that’s why three-ways are so much fun. You should try it some time.”

“You mean you can smell human pheromones?” I asked. “That’s impossible, we only perceive those on a subconscious level.”

“Yeah, I know, most people don’t notice them,” he said, rolling his eyes. “I learned that a long time ago. But I can. That’s how I can usually tell if someone is turned on or not. The two of you were so turned on tonight it was all I could do to hold off until she wanted me to cum.” He gave us a wink and continued, “Anyways, thanks for the snack, I should head in.” He got out of the car but before he closed the door he confided, “Probably best to let her think I don’t know it was you. You know, let her think she’s in control or something. Besides, I don’t know if my balls could handle another night of her attentions.

By the time we got home Ben’s boner had relented enough that we could make it to our apartment without attracting attention. We headed straight for the shower and took turns lathering each other up and rinsing each other off. Ben was hard instantly, having had no relief yet, and it didn’t take long for me to follow suit even though I had shot a load only a few minutes ago. We managed to make it to the bed without spilling any seed, but Ben was getting awfully close. I was just rolling over to give him access to my ass, when a quiet knock sounded on our door. He let out a brief roar and rolled off of me, shaking his fists at the universe and saying, “What now?! Am I never going to get that ass of yours?”

I chuckled, “Hold that thought,” and wrapped a towel around my waist to answer the door. It was Beth.

“Sorry to disturb you two, but I need your advice.”

“Can it wait?” I asked, we were…”

“Yes I know,” she almost blushed. “It was clearly a sex shower.”

“What?”I asked in shock.

“The water was running too long to be a regular shower, so I figured…”

“Wait, you can tell when we’re in the shower?”

“Well, we can hear the water running in the kitchen. The pipes pass right behind the sink. Anytime you turn on the water we can tell. Showers last the longest, and this was a particularly long shower, so…” She smiled and shrugged.

“Oh my god. We have no privacy do we?” She made a face that made it clear she understood and sympathized. “Anyways, what was so urgent that you had to interrupt our...shower?”

“It’s the boys.” She hesitated before adding, “They’re masturbating.”

I waited for her to tell me what the problem was, and when she didn’t say anything, I asked, “And?”

“Together.” Again I waited for her to identify the problem, then prompted her to continue.  She added, “All three of them.?”

“So?” I asked. "That’s not unusual.”

“It looks like Kevin and Chad are teaching Ash how to do it.”

“Yeah?”

“Well,” she hesitated, “I didn’t know if it would be a good idea for one of you to...you know...maybe have a talk with them?”

I smiled. “Does it look like anyone is forcing anyone to do anything against their will?”

“No! Nothing like that, It’s just…”

“Then don’t worry about it. How do you think boys learn?” I assured her, "Some boys figure it out on their own, and others learn it from friends or older brothers. I suspect that Kevin and Chad are just acting as older brothers, making sure the youngest knows how to enjoy himself when he’s alone.” I remembered the conversation at the breakfast table this morning and did my heart good to think they were fulfilling their promise to watch out for him, although I hadn’t imaged it would take this particular form, and so quickly. “I don’t know what the normative policy is within the social work world, but I can tell you that this is an important part of growing up for young men. I would advise you to not spoil it for them or make them feel guilty for doing it. It’s a natural and harmless expression of their burgeoning sexuality. Don’t make a big deal about it, just be ready if they come to you with questions.”

She nodded and thanked me before turning to leave. When I returned to the Bedroom I began, “Oh, my god, you’re not going to believe…”

But Ben had other plans. “Tell me later,” he mumbled as he threw me onto the bed and ripped the towel off me. “Right now I’m going to…” His words trailed off as he flipped me over and buried his face in my ass. He was right, it could wait. The sensation of his tongue probing my hole drove all other thoughts from my mind and I gave myself over to anticipation for the wild fuck I knew was coming.  I prayed, 'For that which we are about to receive, may the Lord make us truly grateful'.