Sub encounter: Plumber

As James rose from the bed semi recovered, he turned to make eye contact.

“Why don’t you take that one for a test drive,” he grinned, as he pointed to C1, “it’s arse is so good, you’ll want to buy it,” he laughed.

I didn’t need a second invite as I clamored to the bed top, and summoned Chris to join my side. I was going to fuck hot arse! The boy settled beside me, as I indicated I wanted head. He stooped to suck my cock, like it was candy floss. He went straight to deep throat which was instantly fantastic, I was intending to stretch his windpipe anyway, so I appreciated the efficiency.

I found myself shockingly rigid, my cock was almost painfully hard. As his throat lubed my meat, I reached forward and spread his arse cheeks. I knew where I wanted to be, and soon.

I noticed James heading to the bathroom, I assumed to freshen up for round three.

When I had my fill of head, it was time for the main game. I had C1 rotate and lay on his back, I wanted to see my cock enter him, and the facial expressions it generated. My hardness hadn’t abated, if anything, I had taken on ‘steel like’ form. I pressed my cock head to Chris’s hole. It was showing a slight puff from the pounding James had given it, but I didn’t care, it looked sensational to me. I pressed forward.

Chris tossed his head back slightly as he took a moment to adjust. I glided in like lubed butter. James had stretched him nicely. His internal warmth spread along the sides of my meat. Holy fuck, it was magnificent! I began a slow rhythm of push, pull, his ring coming and going with me. I built pace, working the sub hole below me for all it’s worth. Oh my god, I was so fucking horny!

Ten minutes later as I neared my release, I realised James was reclining back, and watching from the sidelines, he smiled as his seven inches drooped down across his balls. It was like looking at myself.

I set about making a final pounding run, C1 had been grunting below me, clearly getting to his tolerance limit, for this session at least. I exploded deep within him, an amazing release.

“Pretty sweet, huh?” James expressed from the side, all smiles.

“Fucken oath!” I agreed, between breaths. Chris simply crashed to the bed top, and remained in place. I noted he kept his butt a little elevated, his dick painkillers weren’t working miracles after all.

I stood, needing to cool off. That had been awesome!

I made my way to the bathroom seeking a quick cold-water rinse, and to generally catch my breath. I downed a badly needed water, before returning to the main arena. I sat beside James and found I was quickly returning to a normal state of being.

“I tell you,” James began, turning to face me, “I’m going to be fucking these sub boys for years, they’re in for so much cock, they’ll be more full than empty.”

I smiled, I suspected he was telling the truth.

*

The pair of us chatted back and forth, about the merits of in-house holes, before he rose and took Sam by the ear at the same time. He pointed to the bed, as the boy arranged himself on all fours, butt facing us. Lube in hand, James stood to the side, liberally coating his hard meat.

He stepped up on the bed, before dropping to one knee, and preparing to enter for the third time this afternoon. He lent along Sam’s back, getting himself arranged to fuck.

As I looked on, my meat rose in appreciation of the wild scene before me.

James began a super slow insertion, his pristine hole, now facing me, winking as he pressed in, and relaxed.

I was struck with a wicked thought, so roguish, I realised if I didn’t act, the moment would be lost forever. I stood and made my way to the bed.

When I arrived, I took up the lube and coated my right-hand fingers.

*

I held James in sight, as I gently moved to the bed edge.

As he lay along Sam’s back, letting the boy adjust to his girth. I pressed my index finger knuckle to his hole. I simply held station at his entrance.

James froze.

“What the fuck are you doing?” he said, not shifting, other than to turn his head to look at me

“Offering an option.” I replied, calmly.

“An option?” he questioned, doubt clear in his tone. “You know I’m not wired that way.”

“I know,” I answered, turning my potential intruder a little back and forth.

“An option for what?” he asked again.

“A chance for maximum kink.” I paused, “on what’s already a pretty special occasion.”

“How so?”

“Think about it, you’ve cherry fucked two red hot sub boys, subs who just happen to be your older brothers. Subs you’re maneuvering into full blown hole-on-call servitude.” I left a dramatic pause, “what could be kinkier, than you, the straight top master, being fucked by your old man’s cock.”

He found himself in thought. I had him. 

“To mark the occasion.” I added, to seal the deal.

“So, a one off?” he questioned. I nodded,

“One way?” he kept going. Again, I nodded.

“Un-reciprocated,” I added, meaning it.

“A never repeated boning,” he said, almost to himself.

I nodded, as he held serious eye contact.

“I fuck you here and now, as you rest nut deep, in your own sub.”

“I’ll be taking your hole, because I’ve got the balls to do it.”

“And me?” he asked,

“You, you’re giving me your hole because this fucked up idea of being topped by your Dad, is making you rock hard.”

I rotated my hand and pressed my lubed thumb to his internals. We were utterly silent.

He nodded and pressed away from Sam.

I wasn’t sure what he had planned. He turned and retreated to the bathroom. A second later, I heard the shower and surmised he was washing himself out. I smiled broadly, I definitely had him!

*

When he returned two minutes later, he didn’t say a word. He simply crouched, re-entered Sam, pushed his arse up, and twisted to make and hold full eye contact with me.

I placed my cock head at the entrance of the most virgin arse in the room. I looked on as my lube glistening knob was poised to make its entry.

“You making me your forever boy,” he asked, fishing for my intent.

“Nah, I’m not wired that way, and you know it.” I paused on the cusp of my insert, “I’m more about enjoying a weird moment that has just appeared, and sharing it with you.”

“You could have just jumped up and fucked me.”

“I know,” I replied, “but where’s the memory fun in that?” I asked.

“You want me in you?” I asked for permission. “it’s going to sting.”

He nodded clearly.

I pressed forward, nailing the best arse of the day.