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Eric must have enjoyed the polishing job we'd done on the trunk of his
Tempest, because when I'd finished shooting off into him, he said, "Well, Peter,
if you'll get this beautiful body off mine and stop entertaining the neighbors,
perhaps we should go in and shower."
"I want to fuck again. I want you to fuck me," I said, without moving.
"That's not out of the equation," Eric said, with a laugh. "You haven't seen my
shower. It's special."
I slowly began to pull my cock out, but I was still pretty hard, so just as Eric
started to move, thinking I was getting up, I rammed into him again up to my
root. He gasped and winced, and said "Naughty, naughty, to the showers with
you."
I disengaged, and we took a minute to gather up our clothes. He led me into the
house and over to a staircase. As he ascended the first step, I ran my hand
between his legs in the back, and grabbed his now-tumescent rod, which began to
engorge again immediately. Ah, the joys of youth, I thought. He just laughed and
we continued up the stairs. We entered what must have been his bedroom. A
king-sized bed took up the center of the room, and, yes, there was a mirror
above it on the ceiling, as well as large mirrors on all of the other walls. He
then led me into another room off this, which must have been a full bedroom at
one time, but which had been turned into a large bathroom. At one end of the
room was the largest shower stall I had ever seen. It alone was the size of a
large bathroom. Eric walked over and into the shower stall and turned on water
jets at one end that spouted water from three walls and the ceiling. There was a
large bench in the corner of the stall. He took tubes off a rack, turned around,
and asked me, "Strawberry or chocolate?"
"Strawberry, by all means," I answered. He tossed one of the tubes to me and
beckoned for me to enter. I opened the tube he'd given me and squeezed a large
helping of paste onto my hand. He, however, put the other tube back on the rack
and said, "Later. I'll do you later. I'll do you special—but later. I want you
to do me now. Right now."
I moved in, quite ready to comply. The paste lathered up on his body fast and
thick. I could feel my dick on the rise again as I rubbed the lather in, all
over his body, and played with running my soapy hands through his curly hair. He
was getting hard again, as well. I started at his head and kissed and sucked and
licked strawberry way down his body. When I got to his dick, I started to blow
him, but he gently pushed my face away and sat down on the corner bench. I went
down on my knees in front of him, lifted his legs, one at a time, and continued
my kissing and sucking until I had reached his toes, which I plopped in my
mouth, one at a time and sucked.
While I was doing this, Eric had pulled down another tube and took the top off.
He squeezed out a large glop of ointment into his right hand and instructed me
to stand and move in closer to him. When I did, he took my erect cock in his
hand and slowly swallowed it. He played with my balls for a few minutes and then
I felt the fingers of his other hand going past my balls and to my asshole. I
gave a little sigh and moved my hand back to my butt to help open up access. His
fingers were lubricated with the ointment he had squeezed in his hand, and I
felt myself tense at the coldness of the ointment but quickly relax as his
fingers slowly entered me with a sucking, lubricated sensation. But this was no
common ointment. A tingling feeling of menthol started to build on the inner
surface of my asshole and spread deeper, as Eric's long, sensuous fingers probed
deeper. Not only was this a very pleasant feeling, but I felt my channel
loosening and opening as it had never done before.
Eric continued with this for a few minutes, giving me a slow and easy blow job,
pulling and rolling my balls, and doing a job in my anus with his beautiful
fingers. Then his fingers got even more creative, as he found my prostrate, and
with little notice, I found myself shooting my load once more. This time Eric
had pulled away before I shot, and the load went all over his neck and chest. He
just laughed and let the jets of water carry it away.
I wasn't sure what was to come next, but Eric was. In the last few minutes, he
had stopped playing with my balls and was using that hand to beat his own rod,
which now stood up to its full seven inches. After shooting my stuff, I had
turned to move back into where the streams of water converged, but Eric grabbed
me with one hand on each hip, and turned me away from him.
"Sit on it," he directed. "You want to be fucked. Fuck yourself."
I was game. As I slowly lowered myself on Eric's skewer, my back to his chest,
he guided me down toward him by the hips. As I approached his lap, he guided his
dick to my asshole with one hand. I could feel him enter me, but the ointment
had done too good of a job. This was going to be pleasant, but it wasn't going
to fill me up, I was afraid. I slowly, ever so slowly came down on his shaft,
until I was sitting in his lap. He reached his arms around me and gave me a bear
hug, and then he massaged my chest briefly and tweaked my nipples. I stretched
my face around, and we engaged in a long, hot kiss. The water jets pelted our
faces and bodies. Near the end of the kiss, Eric took a hand and slapped the
side of one of my butt cheeks. This was the obvious signal for show time. And a
show I did give him, although I'm sure he enjoyed it more than I did. I slowly
rose and came back down, a little less slowly rose and came back down. I
increased the intensity until I felt him tense up, and then I came all the way
back down and then just slightly back up and started rotating my butt in
circles. Eric clearly liked this, as it set him to panting. But he hadn't felt
anything yet compared to what I planned to do to him.
"Sit perfectly still," I said, "but scoot your butt out farther on the bench."
He did as I asked so that his back was at more of an incline back into the wall
tiles.
"Now don't move a muscle," I said. "I'll show you a trick I learned from a very
talented Sri Lankan." Then I began to pivot my whole body to the left, while
staying fully spitted on Eric's dick, which started to fill out a little more as
he realized what I was doing. I raised my left leg and pulled it around and over
his chest and head, and viola, there I was, facing Eric, still sitting in his
lap, his pecker still up my ass.
"Well, hello there, I said," right before I crushed his lips with mine. My hands
went to his chest and up over the muscles of his arms, down his arms to his
legs, out to his knees, back to the center, to his belly. He reached down and
wrapped both hands around my cock and held it. I fanned out my hands on his
belly and let them slowly ascend back up to his chest, where I buried them in
his chest hair and did a tattoo on his nipples. Then up to his shoulders, over
his neck, to the side of face, with a finger lodged ever so suggestively just at
the canal of each ear. Then, I released my hands and my lips and thrust myself
backward, rocking back and forth, back and forth, taking his dick with me. Eric
was having spasms on the bench, his body also arched back as far as it would go.
At the last, I came back to him, my arms wrapped around his chest and my lips on
his, my tongue searching his mouth. And I just bounced my ass up and down until
he came in two separate spasms.
We sat there, hugging each other, rebuilding our strength. I was happy I could
do this for him, and the experience was pleasant, and I'd never tell him that he
hadn't filled me. I hadn't even come this time.
"Wow," he eventually said. "I guess that rates my special surprise."
"Your special surprise?"
"Yes, okay, get off me and come over to this side of the stall." I stood, and he
reached out for my cock and pulled me over to the other side of the shower.
"Okay, back to the wall, your hands in mine, close your eyes, and give me
another kiss. Then I'll show you my surprise."
I did as he asked. He planted his lips on mine, and our fingers entwined, he
lifted my arms up and out, and the next thing I knew, he extracted fleece-lined
steel handcuffs on six-inch chains from recesses the walls and had snapped them
on my wrists.
"Hey, I said. What's this? This is kinky."
"Yes it is," Eric said, as he took down the tube of chocolate paste and started
to lather me up.
"Hey, some surprise. Let me out of here."
"Oh, this isn't the real surprise yet. And you'll enjoy the surprise, I think.
This is just the preliminary, don't worry nothing harmful. I just think you
might enjoy this more."
And Eric seemed to be right. Because somehow his ministrations with the
chocolate paste and his tongue, all over my body had a little thrill that full
control could not have provided. There was a mirror across from this position,
and I was able to watch every move, as Eric's hands and mouth ran over my body
and then as he slowly and sensuously went down on me until I was about to
explode. The only downside is that the mentholated ointment in my ass channel
had continued to do its magic, and the tingly and expanding sensation down there
had only increased. I was dying for Eric to put something up there, and I told
him as much, but he just laughed.
When I was about to come again, Eric stepped back and said, "Now for the
surprise." He motioned at the door, and one of the largest, yet best built men
I'd ever seen entered the shower stall. He was wrapped in a terry cloth robe.
The stall no longer seemed that big.
"Peter, meet Claude; Claude meet Peter. Claude is my roommate; Peter is my new
playmate. Would you like to play too, Claude?"
"Certainly," Claude answered, giving me a big smile, as he took off his robe and
threw it back into the bedroom. He was magnificent. Claude was a drop-dead
handsome Mulatto, with smooth, hairless milky coffee and cream skin. He had long
back hair that streamed down his back. He had the muscles of a pro wrestler, and
stood a good six and a half feet tall and was perfectly proportioned.
Everywhere. That meant the rod between his legs was as big as my engorged one,
but thicker—and his was still limp. His chest muscles were like basketballs, but
his waist was no larger than mine. His thighs and arms were simply enormous.
"Claude and I have fun," Eric was saying, "but he's always a little tense,
because our activity is somewhat limited. I'm just not big enough for him to
fuck, I'm afraid. We keep trying. We get it off in other ways, but I just
haven't been able to give him the whole experience yet. I think you can."
I swallowed hard, but I must admit that I was game, and my pecker was betraying
my interest.
Eric and Claude played for a while for my benefit. Eric soaped Claude up and
gave him the complete job, including some semblance of a blow job preliminary
that increased Claude's length to what had to be nearly a foot, with close to a
three-inch girth. My butt was twitching wildly, but I was happy to note that the
ointment was continuing to do its magic. Claude's own butt put on a show for me
as well, because while Eric was soaping Claude down, the giant turned away from
me but right in front of me and doubled over and grabbed his ankles. Eric moved
behind him, but off to one side, so that I could see Claude's cavernous butt
hole. As I had done with Eric on the trunk of the car, Eric caressed and kissed
and tongued and blew into Claude's hole until it loosened. Then Eric started
inserting fingers, but, not stopping where I stopped with Eric, he wound up
fist-fucking Claude, getting his whole fist up that hole. Claude seemed to enjoy
it, as he did some moaning and squirted a big load onto the floor before Eric
was finished.
Then Claude sat back on the corner bench for a while, while Eric did some more
work on arousing me. Shortly, however, Claude approached me and looked down into
my eyes, which he leaned in and kissed, followed by possibly the sweetest, most
tender kiss on the lips that I'd ever received. His ham-fisted hands went to my
butt cheeks, and he gave them a good squeeze. Then, before I realized it, he had
both of my cuffs detached from the wall and he'd swung me around and hung the
chains over a hook in the center of the show stall. I was dangling there, my
feet barely touching the floor tiles. But apparently Claude had a very good
sense of measure, because it turns out that he had me hung where my bung hole
was at just the right angle for his cock.
Claude moved behind me and went down on his knees. Holding my thighs steady, he
started licking my asshole, then tonguing it, ever deeper and ever faster. I
could have sworn that his tongue was at least as long and as thick as Eric's rod
had been. While Claude was doing this, Eric moved around to my front and gave me
a couple of good kisses. Then he worked his mouth and tongue down my body until
he had reached my cock. He gently took my balls in his hands and started giving
me head.
Claude marked his readiness to proceed by giving me a sharp slap on the butt,
moving in close behind me, and lifting my legs effortless off the floor and
extending them outward, but supporting my weight on his hands and forearms. At
this point, Eric stopped blowing me and fiddling with my balls and apparently
took Claude's battering ram in his hand and guided it to my asshole. I had never
felt anything that big pressing at my ass. But, again, I never had opened up
that far before. I felt every contour of the head on Claude's dick, as Eric
slowly guided it into my hole and then every vein running down that gigantic rod
as Claude slowly, slowly inched his way up my ass chute. This was it; this was
what it meant to be truly filled and fucked.
Eric took my cock fully in his mouth again and just held it there, while Claude
parted the waves on his way in. When he hit my spot, I felt like I was going to
either faint or explode. Claude grunted and stopped, as if this was going to be
as far as he could go. But Eric sensed the problem and reached around, took my
butt cheeks in his hands and pulled them farther apart. Once Claude was an inch
farther in, both I and he knew it would be smooth going from there and he just
glided all the way in. I'd done it; nearly twelve inches. It was a cinch. But
then Claude started to stroke. At first he didn't pull out any farther than
where we'd encountered a problem. But he did start to pump. Then my attention
momentarily went to Eric, who I thought was doing the impossible. He had taken
me all the way in now, but was going even farther. He had my balls in his mouth
as well, and plopped them into his cheeks. I had never felt this sensation
before, and this ability to deep throat must have been why he was able to keep
Claude semisatisfied. But now, with me stretched even farther and probably to
the limit and Claude beginning to lose control of himself, Claude moved into
deep fucking.
The rhythm that this brought on caused my balls to plop out of Eric's mouth. He
must have been able to feel Claude's rhythm at that point, because he began to
match Claude stroke for stroke in the attention his mouth was giving my cock.
Claude would pull out until only his dick head had purchase, and Eric would pull
back until only my dick head was encased in his mouth. Then Claude would deep
dive and so would Eric, down along my shaft, down to the root. Claude picked up
speed, and so did Eric. I think I came twice before Claude came his first time,
seemingly sending cum all the way up into my stomach, but Claude came three
times before he stopped, and I'm happy to say that I didn't lose my hard on
before he did. Miraculously, we came together the last time, and Claude only had
enough strength to release my legs and lift my chains off the hook, before we
all collapsed to the floor, letting the jets of water wash over us and take the
cum away.
There on the floor, a little weak now from the effort he didn't usually get to
make, Claude only turned over and smiled, as I took his cock in my mouth, waited
for it to reawaken, and showed him that he too could enjoy a good game of hide
the sausage. All the time I was going down on Claude, Eric was looking on a
little wistfully. When I was done, both Claude and I stood up. He slapped me on
the butt and said "Let's clean up and have some lunch. I'm starved." We soaped
each other, washed off under the water jets, and toweled each other off, and
Eric brought out loose, silky basketball shorts for each of us to wear.
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