Two men and a truck

George had always saved for a private pension plan and was able to take “Freedom 55”. He sold his house, made a profit and bought a condo in downtown Toronto. There were so many moving companies but the choice seemed obvious: Two Men and a Truck. It almost sounded like an adventurous invitation, with daredevil innuendos...

The two men were called John and Jim, both in their mid thirties, both handsome, both medium built and muscular. John had an anchor tattooed on his left arm; Jim had a short dark beard that gave him a macho look. They emptied the house in just over two hours. George watched them eagerly, especially when they were bending to lift a sofa or a bookcase, showing a round firm ass in tight jeans. He offered them a coke or a beer which they accepted with a smile. The last item packed was a 6-foot painting of a nude black guy hung like a stallion. John whispered to Jim “I think this guy is gay, maybe we’re in for a bit of fun!”

Once at the condo, George directed the movers to the right room, asking them to place each piece of furniture in the proper position. The tall painting was the last to be unwrapped. It had the power to attract the attention of anyone in the room.

- We can hang it for you. Where does it go? said Jim
- In the living-room, between the two windows.
- Is he someone you know? asked John.
- Yeah… it’s the self-portrait of a close friend.
- Are you hung like him? joked Jim.
- No, but I think you both have a hot rod that needs attention. Am I right?
- Can we first take a shower?

John and Jim didn’t wait for an answer and started to remove their sweaty shirt, revealing a sizzling six-pack. When they bend down to untie their boots, George grabbed their ass, slapped it and triggered a moan of satisfaction. The shower area was big enough for three guys ready to hug. George soaped his movers’ hard dick, rinsed it clean, licked it avidly, and started to suck each one with frenzy. John’s boner was thick, cut, with a bursting mushroom fueled by nuts in a tight bag. Jim’s chopper was a slender, uncut dipstick attached to low-hanging balls. He tried to reach for George’s cute curved piece of meat, saying that they also wanted a share of the meal. “Let’s go in the bedroom, the king-size bed is a good arena for a virile combat.”

George, John and Jim took place on the mattress, forming a circle, each with a dork in his mouth. You could have called it the sixth Olympic circle. The position was ideal to easily switch from 69 to ass rimming, an exercise that generated a fanfare of FUCKING AWESOME!

John and Jim had imagined their plan on the way from the house to the condo. They were hired to move furniture why could this job not have fringe benefits… as it was often the case. They saw the good-looking George as the ideal recipient of their masculine nectar… each positioned at a different entry port, each ready to explode at the same time.

With only spit on his 7-and-a-half-inch pistol, Jim started pushing it slowly in George’s tight ass. Very soon, the entire length was deep inside. Then Jim slid his hands under George’s ass, lifted him, pulled his cock almost entirely out, and let George fall back down on it to have him impaled, moaning louder.

John was not the type of guy to remain on the side line, observing the action. No, he was decided to take part in it voraciously. He shoved his thick manhood back and forth in George’s mouth. His intention wasn’t to face fuck the more-than-willing client, but to literally skull fuck him. He kept yelling “Take it all, my little whore, you’re going to love my cum flavor in your mouth, you sweet son of bitch!”. George had no idea that double dipping could be so fucking tasty.

John and Jim felt their orgasm building with every thrust and could not refrain from commenting on this man-to-man pleasure: “Gosh, my girlfriend isn’t half the fuck you are!” To the tune of this compliment, George began to stroke his own cock, bringing it to a climax. In harmony, all three men opened fire at the same time, one in a hungry ass, one in a warm mouth, one on his hairy chest.

When the two movers left the condo, they both wondered if they should hire George as manager and change the name of the company to “Three men and a hot truck”…