“That’s good,” you said in a lower register. “Give me more.”
I dipped my cock in again, sliding along the slick groove of your tongue, and aimed for the back of your throat. When it seemed your gag reflex wasn’t going to activate, I began thrusting slowly into your open mouth. Your warm, wet tongue cradled my cock and your throat closed up snugly around my head while saliva pooled on your bottom lip. Your throat strained a little from the effort, and the tendons in your neck drew taut. I traced your throat with my fingers while I kept a slow, hypnotic rhythm. Your eyes were slightly glazed as you stared at me devotedly. Your body was now relaxed, and you appeared in an almost trance-like state that was partly primal lust and partly an effect of the marijuana.
“That’s sexy,” Bruno said from behind me. I’d forgotten for the moment he was there.
I delicately withdrew from your throat. You swallowed down the juices I’d left behind, and I offered you a drink of water, which you gladly accepted.
“Do you want our friend to come closer?” I asked. You nodded, your big, trusting eyes on me. I invited Bruno to join us at the bed. The elastic of Bruno’s pants was pulled low, exposing him as he tugged absently at his erection.
“Do you want Bruno to take off his clothing?” I asked you. Good behavior always deserved a reward.
“Yes,” you said, and Bruno quickly stripped. Two beautiful, nude men in my bedroom. I was gluttonous indeed. You stared at Bruno’s thick, uncut cock, which he proudly displayed by pulling back his foreskin to present to you his crown.
“You want to taste him?” I asked, noticing your shift in attention.
“Do you mind?”
I studied your expression for any hint of ill will, but I didn’t sense any trickery involved.
“Bruno is a friend. I don’t mind if we share your mouth, so long as you know who it belongs to.”
You nodded and I stepped aside so Bruno could take my place in front of you. He rubbed the slit with his thumb, then brought it to your lips to sample.
“He’s sensitive about his mouth,” I said. “Try not to make him gag.”
Bruno nodded and gazed down at you. His pupils were so blown out with desire that his eyes looked entirely black in the lamplight. He rested his cockhead against your lower lip, and you licked it experimentally, then opened your mouth wider to invite him in.
Bruno eased himself into your gaping mouth. He prodded gently, taking heed of my advice, while fisting the base of his shaft and working his foreskin in and out of your suctioning mouth. The noises your mouth made were enthusiastically obscene as you moaned like a hungry animal at feeding time.
Meanwhile, I circled around behind and tongued your hole, driving in as deep as I possibly could. Your body tensed in surprise, then slowly relaxed again. That soft penetration was like a turnkey, and straightaway, you started rocking back and forth and grunting on the bed. I loved it when you lost your inhibitions and devolved into a keening animal for me. Your utterances were muffled a little by Bruno’s cock. He cupped your chin and stared at you in wonder, gliding slowly in and out of your throat while I fellated your hole.
“I want to hear his noises,” I told Bruno.
Bruno’s eyes snapped up and he reluctantly removed himself from your mouth. Your head dropped down between your shoulders as I used the oil and started working you open with my fingers. You pushed back on me, frustrated by my slow progress.
“Henri,” you groaned in that voice that said bothmoreandnow. I squeezed your scrotum to remind you to be patient and give your body adequate time to adapt.
“Take the belt and fix it around his chest, under his arms and cinch it tight,” I said to Bruno. There were more customized harnesses for this purpose, but I was a simple man with simple tools. I often had a belt handy, so I’d learned to be extremely versatile with it.
Bruno did as he was told, still with his ample cock dangling freely. Your head turned to follow his path. Seeing your interest, Bruno let his cockhead brush against your cheek and lips until your face turned and your tongue went seeking it. Your playful antics ignited an ember of jealousy inside me, but I pushed it away.
Bruno belted you and handed me the strap, and I tested his work by tugging a little and lifting the weight off your arms. Every movement of your supple limbs had an easy grace about it. You even danced while making love.
Bruno kneeled next to me like a disciple and stared at your pulsing hole. It beckoned for a thick cock to fill it.Mycock.
“You want a taste?” I asked, and he nodded in a lusting stupor.
“Orlando?” I said, and you mumbled your assent from where your cheek was pressed against the mattress. You’d agree to just about anything in that moment, which meant I’d need to set the boundaries.
I held your glutes apart while Bruno leaned down to sample your hole. Seeing my opportunity, I scooted under you, between your spread thighs, and took your warm, throbbing erection into my mouth.
“You guys, come on,” you whimpered. Your knees shook, your thighs trembled, and I could tell from the way your cock nodded that you were close to peaking. I pinched the base of it until your arousal ebbed, then slowly licked your crown, denying you the friction you so desperately sought. You groaned in protest, and I smiled. I liked to be the one to tell you when and how to come. What a rush of power it was to deny you, knowing the delay in pleasure would only make your orgasm that much sweeter.
Your body was mine.
By this time, Bruno was letting his cock flop against your hole with abandon, and I had to reign him in.
“That’s mine,” I said with authority and he scooted aside. I undressed and positioned myself behind you again. “If Orlando allows it, you can have his mouth.”
