Next day.
We woke up with the wind still howling outside. I swore and went to the bedroom window naked, thankful for the heating in the room and looked out and cursed again. Stephen padded over to me and like the previous evening before we retired to bed, he stood behind me also naked and looked out, wrapping his huge arms around me. Outside it was a sea of white and snow was still falling. I knew that I’d have to get dressed and warm enough to go outside into the weather to walk around the house to look for damage. Living on the coast as we did, it was a regular routine after each storm to check buildings after a storm. I went out to do my inspection, noticing that the storm had abated but was still pretty wild and the snow was still pretty heavy. From what I could tell there was no damage and after a walk down to the shelter by the Coastal path to check the structure I tramped back through nearly a foot of snow back to the kitchen to find Stephen well into making the breakfast.
“There’s a coffee for you on the table”, he told me as he turned over a couple of sausages and slices of bacon in the frying pan. He still hadn’t got the idea of grilling. He couldn’t make an omelette or scrambled eggs to save his life and he could just about cope with two eggs frying in the same pan. His saving grace was that he had learned successfully to cook mushrooms.
“I checked the power supply”. He reported to me. “We’re still on the mains and feeding the grid, making a little money at least”.
I reported on the situation outside, and told him that we might be stuck in the house for a couple of days.
“I’ll check the weather on line after breakfast”. I told him, tucking into his breakfast offering, giving him my thanks by asking how he coped with food when he was out in the field fighting in the army.
“I had a batman or I used what my men came up with, and we had prepared packets of food. Boil in the bag stuff. Very tasty, even though you couldn’t distinguish the chicken from the beef”.
“Oh, by the way, Goran called to thank you for your help with the cattle last night. He’ll give you a couple of sides of beef as thanks. It was the mention of beef that reminded me”.
As we tidied up, I asked Stephen what were we going to do over the next couple of days. He thought for a moment.
“Well we could get naked on the bed and watch the porn we confiscated from Mike and the Nick the Twunk. We’ve not had the chance to watch the filth they filmed of each other, plus the extra stuff you got from his phone you never told him about”. I could trust Stephen to come up with something sexual.
“That might take up three or four hours of our time”. I told him.
“Yeah, but we can be alone and horny. We’re not likely to be getting any visitors for a couple of days”.
I took in the weather forecast and local news. It was bad. Deep snow over Dartmoor, Exmoor, Bodmin Moor and even a couple of feet of snow out here in the far west over the Penwith moors. Travel impossible and ill advised, Schools closed, hospital appointments cancelled, buses and trains not moving and more to come for the next twenty-four hours.
I’d walked up to our driveway entrances to find them under a foot and a half of snow and the main roadway had not been gritted and the only evidence of traffic were a couple of sets of tractor tracks, recently made. We were stuck.
We were going up the stairs to the bedroom to watch some of our ill-gotten porn when Stephen’s phone rang. I’d expected it to be his mother and father asking how we were, but no, it was Mike. Stephen punched up the speaker on his phone. He was worried. Carl, his partner had disappeared overnight. No note or anything. His car had gone too.
Mike asked if he was with us. We could put our hands on our hearts and say that he wasn’t and explained that we were actually snowed in and that it was still blowing and snowing. We didn’t know where he could have got too.
“He isn’t answering his phone”, Mike told us. The weather wasn’t quite so bad where he was, but, the roads were said to be dangerous, and he had no idea where Carl could be. Stephen told Mike that there was no chance he could come here and to give Carl a few hours and if he heard nothing then to call the police. Mike thanked us and asked if we heard anything for us to call him. We promised and made our way to the bedroom to watch Mikes self-filmed porn together, stripping naked in our warm bedroom and excited about what we were about to see. We looked through Mikes self-given titles and chose one from about when I first met him and Carl. It was called Threesome Becomes Five Way.
We were looking forward to some hot group sex and wondering about the guys joining Mike and Carl.
We didn’t have to wait long to find out who was the third guy with them it was our friend Chris, the tall handsome, built in more ways than one - escort who was already naked and hard feeding the usually quiet, and always compliant Carl with his dick. Carl on his knees with his head all the way back with Chris standing above him pushing his dick right the way in as far as he could push.
The sound quality wasn’t the best, but I soon recognised the location. It was Mike and Carls bedroom in their old place south of London. The picture quality however was very good. Mike arrived on the scene wearing a leather waistcoat and blue jeans and chaps. His cock was bulging in the jeans and he made a show of almost standing sideways to the camera to show off the extent of the bulge.
There was muffled talk and Chris withdrew his cock and pushed Carl into the crutch of his lover Mike. It was then that I noticed that Carl was handcuffed with his hands behind his back.
The camera didn’t move and there was no switch of angle that I noticed. Carl was being forced to open the fly of Mike’s blue jeans with his teeth a job that seemed to take too long due to the material being stretched by Mikes erection, and in the end, Mike had to undo the top stud of the jeans to get his cock released through the jeans and out in the open by his chaps.
Carl was now on his knees with his hands cuffed behind him and sucking in Mikes massive cock. Chris came back into the camera shot with a dog collar and leash, tying it to Carl’s neck and pulled the suckers head back to his own cock for attention by the sub.
I looked at Stephen who was transfixed at the scene and slowly wanking himself silently.
The dog leash passed between the two master’s and the submissive Carl was made to not only suck the cocks but to worship the feet of the tops as well. This scene went on for a few minutes with a few slaps to the face of Carl before he was forced to rim the arses of both the men. All the time we could see that Carls cock was hard, but he couldn’t touch himself because of the cuffs.
There seemed to be a break. The hot and sexy Chris was now wearing a pair of Speedos with the crutch cut out and expertly tidily sewn. His huge cock and balls hanging handing out of the light blue material. Also, now in the picture were two other men. They made Stephen sit up and I was also very interested in them. I asked Stephen if he knew them. He didn’t but he said to me that he wouldn’t mind meeting the bigger bodied of the couple. I liked them both.
The larger of the guys was well built and was fully dressed in leather. Body Harness, chaps, waistcoat, wrist straps and straps above his upper biceps. He also had nis right nipple pierced and had a weighted ring attached.
Stephen was now sitting upright and staring at our extra-large screen. We’d recently bought a seventy-two-inch screen for the bedroom with a wireless internet connection, and we loved it. Not only for watching porn in the bedroom but also for films and music as well.
Stephen looked at me briefly and just said ‘fuck, look at the size of the guy. He was big in more ways than one. He was massively built and his cock, was thick and cut, but he seemed not to be hard or had problems getting hard. He had, I soon noticed when he was at the correct angle to the camera, leather ball stretchers with a strap separating his balls below the leather. On the screen it looked absolutely massive.
What interested Stephen was that the guy was tall. It was obvious that he was taller than Chris who we knew was taller than me at six four. He might have even been the equal of Stephen at six foot six. “I’d love to fuck him”, Stephen announced.
I pointed out to Stephen that the leather guy had a riding crop with him.
He was good looking: when we got to see a close up of his face, he had dark eyes that exuded sex. He had the moody look of an eighty or ninety’s porn star, with jet black hair which fell across his brow and dark skin. His eyes had an intensity to them as if in life, all he wanted was sex and it was the only thing that really mattered.
His partner was also tall, and extremely handsome and built. Now like the bull-like look of his other half but non the less and extremely nicely built body with good arms and a decent chest and abs. He was totally naked and had the most attractive backside that seemed to beg for attention and most probably got it often. He also had a dog collar and leash but unlike Carl, he wasn’t handcuffed, though he was in total control of his leather master who gently used the crop to guide his slave to where he wanted by also pulling on the leash.
I looked at Stephen and told him not to get ideas and to just watch and enjoy. “Uh-Huh” was all I got in reply.
The leather master and pulled up his slave to his ringed nipple and was holding the crop to the back of the slave’s neck holding him there as he licked and chewed the pierced nip. I noticed that the slave also had an erection, a very desirable eight-inch length.
Mike was pulling Carl around behind the other slave, forcing him to crawl upright on his knees, and pushing his body down and making Carl kiss the arse cheeks of the slave.
Chris was kissing the leather master and toying with the still soft cock. The master yanked on the leash pushing his slave down to the level of the cut off light blue speedo’s and slapped the slaves rear and I just heard the master order that Chris’s cock should be swallowed totally, all the way to the trunks.
As the slave was making his way down the fat shaft of Chris, our Escort friend, I said to Stephen that the only one who seemed to be aware that the was a camera was Mike. He was the only one looking towards where it was sitting. Stephen agreed. It would be something else to maybe use against Mike.
I snaked down the bed, with my head right my Stephen’s cock. He let his fist go for me from around his fat shaft, to suck on him as we both watched the action. Carl was now on his back with the hot slave now sitting right back on his face. It must have been uncomfortable for the guy with his hands still cuffed behind him but it was so obvious that he was into the scene as his cock was rigid against his belly. I was now hoping to see Chris well and truly get fucked by the other four guys.
I was looking forward to more oral fun and some S&M before some hard fucking when Stephen called out to me.
“Was that the car alarm”? We have a detector fitted to our driveway especially for the summer when we can be hanging around the house naked, to give us a warning of unexpected visitors.
“Can’t be. There’ll be no one on the roads today unless it’s my brother in his tractor”.
He was sure of it. Stephen had definitely heard the approach alarm. The weather and roads were appalling. Stephen switched off the video and we listened for an engine, but the wind was too loud for us to hear.
“I swear I heard the alarm”. Stephen was certain of it.
“Maybe a cow looking for shelter”, I surmised, cursing that I’d have to dress and go downstairs and go outside to look to see what was happening.
I was halfway down the stairs when there was loud banging on the door. Immediately I was thinking of someone in trouble, possibly some idiot ignoring the advice not to travel or the police or something. I shouted up to Stephen that there was someone outside. Swearing in my head I checked my dress to see if I was presentable and opened the door totally shocked to see Carl standing there asking if he could come in.
Well of course he could. My mind was totally confused.
“I’m fucking freezing. He told me. “I’ve been on the road for eight hours”.
What the hell, I thought and then why. I called upstairs to Stephen that Carl had turned up and he called down that he was just getting dressed. I hoped that he had also switched off and hidden the Porn drive which we had just been watching Carl unwittingly performing. I put of the kettle to make some coffee. And remembered to give the cute and sexy Carl a hug and kiss.
Stephen came bouncing down the stairs and on seeing Carl called out to him, “What the fuck are you doing here you crazy fucker, in this weather!”
He looked as if he was about to burst into tears.
“He says he’s been out in this weather for eight hours”. I told my lover.
“What the fuck for”? Stephen was incredulous.
“I just had to get away. I hate everything right now, and I didn’t know where to go except to come here”.
“Mike called us just over two hours ago asking if you were here”, I told Carl. We told him we were snowed in, that the roads were impassible and that no one would be out and about here.
“It as just cold and windy when I left the pub at four. The weather has just got even worse coming here. It took me over an hour just to drive up the hill in St Ives”.
“You crazy fucker”. Stephen told him, not making the guy fell any better. I passed Carl his coffee and gave Stephen one as well. No doubt the lad hadn’t eaten and needed some sustenance and put on some soup to heat up and put two thick slices of bread in the toaster.
Mike is worried about you. I told him of the earlier conversation we had. You should call him to say you’re safe.
I stirred the soup. “I can’t tell him I’m here, he’ll come for me”.
“You don’t have to say where you are, just tell him your safe, hang up and switch off your phone”. I told him buttering the toast to go with his soup. “Think about it whist you eat”.
As he ate, Carl told us about the last straw that evening.
Mike had been seeing a guy for a few weeks and he turned up at the pub and didn’t want to drive home in the weather and he asked to stay in one of our B&B rooms for the night. Carl explained “Mike didn’t stay with me, but went with the other guy. He’s been closing the pub and disappearing immediately and returning in the morning to pick up the business for the day. No explanation as to where he’s been or with who. We’ve always had an open relationship and shared other guys but now he’s gone all secretive on me and tonight was the last straw doing it in front of me, so I decided to get out. Teach him a lesson”.
I had known about this when I’d had a chance to chat alone with Carl a few months back but hoped it would sort itself out.
“Can I stay a few days”? Carl asked
“We’re not going to kick you out in this weather, but what about clothes mate”. Stephen had calmed down. “I have some in the car, I packed a bag”.
I volunteered to get it and went out into the storm in my basic clothes and raced to pick up the bag from the rear seat.
When I returned, Carl was asking why Stephen had to get dressed at midday.
Stephen admitted that we had decided to spend a couple of hours watching porn on the bed.
“Oh sorry”. Carl apologised. “I didn’t know”. I raised a finger to my lips to indicate to Stephen to stay quiet about what and who we were watching.
“Call Mike now. Get it over with. Tell him you’re ok and hang up”
Carl nervously did as we said and as Mike started to ask a question he hung up and as we advised he switched off his phone. Suddenly all Carls nerves disappeared, and he relaxed, and he cuddled us both and thanked us. He came to help me clear up in the kitchen, and Stephen went upstairs for a couple of minutes.
“So what porn were you watching”? Stephen described a HotHouse video we had watched a couple of days earlier. A scene with two older guys with a youngster who had bullied someone. It was a really hot and exciting video and we both had enjoyed and got off on the performances.
“I suppose you guys are still horny”.
This was a different Carl to the one we knew who was totally quiet and usually relied on Mike to take the lead on matters sexual and sprung to life as soon as the action started and was very compliant but also piggy when it came to action.
There was a glint in his eye. “Maybe I should let you guys finish off what you were doing”.
“It wasn’t much. We were only a few minutes into the action”.
“Well maybe I could make it all the more exciting for you, after all I did disturb your fun and I could make amends”.
I’m warmed up now”, Carl told us, “I’m actually getting hot under these clothes, I should take something off to cool down some”.
Taking of his jacket and scarf, Carl looked at us with that sexual look that he has once he was turned on and seemingly lost all his inhibitions.
“Tell me when to stop taking off my gear”.
“Come upstairs and finish this job”, Stephen told him steering him up the stairs. Maybe we’ll not need porn after all.
The bedroom was still warm, enough for us all to be naked together, though the bed was slightly dishevelled. It didn’t matter.
Carl was horny enough to join us. “Let’s see this porn you were watching”.
“No”. said Stephen “We can make our own scene here together. I gave Gerren a good fucking last night and he’s more than ready to give a good fuck himself”.
“I bet you guys are constantly fucking”. Carl was grinning comfortable with us and out of his usual shell. “It’s what we talk about most about you two”.
Stephen gave it him directly. “I think it’s more likely that you guys fucked more than we do”.
“Well, we used to”. Carl said sadly.
We were all naked and primed for action. I took Carl in my arms and kissed him deeply; he responded well and I could see his eyes change from the usually cool and timid look he seemed to usually have to one of lust and fervour. The man was eager for action.
Stephen took over the kissing, bending Carl almost backwards and parallel to the floor as he thrust his tongue well down into the willing mouth. Stopping the kiss and pulling Carl back upright, Carl recovered, licking his lips and gasping out “Fuck, oh fuck what a kiss”. His cock, a decent seven and a half, was ultra hard and flat against his belly.
We tumbled onto the bed, Carl between us and I pushed him over onto Stephen and told him to worship the body. He looked at me with some concern in his eyes and I urged him to go ahead and do it, reminding him that he’d done it a few times before. Carl was no sexual stranger to us; the only difference was that Mike was not present with us.
Carl used his training from Mike to show his respect to Stephen’s body, by first licking the armpits on the left before heading over the biceps and forearms before taking each finger in his mouth and transferring to the right side.
He came back to the chest and neck, licking Stephen’s bull neck before going down on the chest to suck and lick on the nips, looking up into Stephen’s eyes with a look of pleading in his eyes as if he was looking for some approval. I joined Carl for a few moments licking and chewing the other nip, and then pushing Carl down to Stephen’s abs.
He almost slobbered over the abs, studiously avoiding the massive leaking cock bouncing in the air as Carl adored the hard muscle.
Carl also missed out Stephen’s low hung balls, licking and kissing the huge thighs and calves before sucking on each toe and the large size twelve feet.
He serviced the other leg and foot before returning his attention further up the body. Stephen was ready for him holding up his cock in the air, by pushing his thumb against the top base. I know just how huge my husband’s cock is but for Carl, who has experienced it often, looking up at it from his perspective between Stephen’s legs as it towered above him as he sniffed at the low hanging balls it must have looked massive.
There was a slight whimper of delight from Carl’s throat followed by a deep breath and he raised himself up the sixteen inches or so, to get his kissable lips over the head to worship the thick leaking penis. He’d just got his mouth over the head when Stephen’s phone rang. He cursed and asked me to answer it. I looked at the screen and mouthed to Stephen that it was Mike calling.
I announced that I’d take the call downstairs. Leaving Stephen and Carl to their blow job.
I answered the phone and Mike asked why Stephen hadn’t taken the call. I lied. Stephen was outside checking the building. I had done it earlier that morning and it was his turn. it was still blowing a blizzard outside, true.
Had we heard from Carl, he asked, giving me no time to answer. He reported that Carl had called but only to say he was safe and had hung up and seemed to have switched off his phone. I told a white lie. Carl hadn’t called us, true, he hadn’t used his phone to contact us and I promised that if he did phone us, I’d let Mike know. Mike was happy with that and asked if we had power, Hundreds of homes in Cornwall were without power. We were lucky, we still had power and we also had our wind turbine back up if we needed it. After asking if we were fucking all the time to keep warm, I laughed and assured him we were keeping very warm together. We said our goodbyes and went back upstairs to join the guys.
Carl was by now deep on Stephen’s monster, trying to get the last three inches in his throat, coughing and gagging as he tried. I gave Stephen the phone and reported on the call from Mike. Carl gave me a re-assuring smile as if to say I had done the right thing. He didn’t have to phone us as he could talk to us directly, so I had reported truthfully.
Now holding the base of Stephen’s cock with a finger and thumb he went back down on the monster cock, and did his best to take it all but failed.
Stephen pulled him up for a deep appreciative kiss and turned over onto his stomach and told Carl he now had the rear to tongue worship as well. Carl didn’t miss a beat, licking the broad shoulders first. I was sitting back slowly stroking my cock as I watched the body worship continue and hoping that soon it would be my turn.
This time as Carl tongue massaged Stephens back, he didn’t make any detours and when he got to the ultra-hard glutes his tongue found it’s was into the cleft and down into the groove and almost automatically Stephen opened his legs wide to allow Carl deep access to his hole.
Carl was right inside the arse cheeks swivelling his head as he was pushing his tongue into Stephen’s hole getting a good taste. Stephen lifted himself up to allow the arselicker to get better access. Carl’s eyes were as if they were on fire with delight as he tongued fucked Stephen. Carl had always been an enthusiastic bottom.
Twisting around to sit back on the bed and stroking his cock, and seeing the disappointment in Carls face that the rimming has suddenly stopped, Stephen brightened up Carl immediately by telling him to now worship my body.
I lay down on the bed and Carl came and lay on top of me, our cocks squashed together and he started by kissing me, smothering my face with kisses and continuing to kiss and kiss and kiss me. I was enthusiastically returning the kisses.
It might have been because of the video that Stephen and I watched earlier with Carl as the sub. Even with the second bottom, it was noticeable that Carl was not as built as the other four guys. Carl has a very decent shape; he has muscle on his chest and arms and the makings of a decent set of abs but he’s not big muscled nor is he the lean type.
He’s handsome and desirable in a vulnerable way and his Mr Hyde persona is a full pig when it comes to man-on-man sex, and this was how he was with Stephen and me. That’s his Dr Jekyll; not the murderer but the sex pig. We ended up rolling around on the bed kissing the life out of each other, so much so that Stephen had to come and join us. All idea of my body being worshiped gone into thin air. Not that it concerned me. I was all for any action I could get with Carl together with Stephen.
Carl and I found ourselves in a sixty-nine suck-fest with Carl on top of me almost swallowing me whole, and his sexy butt in the air for Stephen to eat out, returning the earlier rimming from Carl but also slapping and sliding his mammoth cock against Carls exposed hole.
“Fuck Carl, that hole looks tight today”. I could have hit my husband as much as I love him. He hadn’t realised that Mike and Carl hadn’t been fucking for some time. I’d known Mike and Carl through Stephen’s friendship with them and he’d known them for at least twelve years and they’d known each other for some more years from their porn years in the late nineties. They’d have been fucking regularly all that time and knowing their penchant for threesomes and group sex, as we had witnessed that lunchtime video we’d been watching, before Carl’s arrival, others had been taking advantage of Mikes generosity with Carl’s arse and not with just dick, I thought, toys and even maybe fists might have been involved. Carl had said that he and Mike hadn’t fucked in weeks. Yes, I guessed, Carl’s hole might well be tight. No reason to remind the poor guy about it.
Carl on the other hand was beaming. The fair-haired guy was still a pig even after afew months lack of fucking. “Even sleeping alone, I have ways to entertain myself”. I do have a few dildoes to fuck myself with.
Stephen and I have a thing about dildoes. We don’t like them. Our view is why use dildoes when there is a hot guy with a cock nearby who can fuck you with his hot body and gorgeous looks connected. I could see Stephen about to repeat what we had told our friends before when they’ve wanted to use a false prick on us or another partner, and shushed him quickly.
“But I want both of you”. Carl empathically told us. “I want you both to fuck me so good like you have in the past”.
He lay back on the bed, his knees by his chest and his hole exposed. “Come on guys prepare me for your raw cocks”.
“Are you ready for raw”.
“I sure am”, Chris’s voice was guttural, “And I want your massive beast in me first and for you to fuck me hard, like you have always done”.
He then looked at me. “And I want you Gerren, to sit on my face and make me eat you out, and I want both your loads all over me. Cover me with your jizz”.
It wasn’t a request; it was a dirty demand. “We three have never been alone and there has always been someone around and today I want to do things I’ve never done with you alone before now”.
Stephen was fired up. “Well don’t just lie there and talk about it, get your hot lips around my cock and get me prepared and Gerren, get that hole of his ready”.
Soon enough, Carl was stuffing as much as Stephen’s cock in his mouth as he could force in and I was fingering and rimming the hole loose. Carl was jacking his cock as we attended to him, until Stephen slapped his hand away warning him that he was not to shoot early under any circumstances. After a good ten minutes of preparation Stephen and I swapped ends. I sat on Carl’s face holding his ankles in the air as Stephen finished the lubrication of his cock and Carl’s hole and pushed in the cock head into the expectant hole.
Carl was the pro as always, he knew exactly what to do with a cock Stephen’s size, Mike had provided him with many a giant cock for Carl and we both knew that Carl was also used to a double penetration as well. As tight as Carl possibly was, he was able to take in Stephen’s cock with no problems. From under my buttocks, Carl called out for Stephen to fuck him hard. Stephen didn’t let him down, pounding away like a steam engine at full throttle. There was no sound of discomfort from Carl, trying hard to like my hole as he was bodily pushed and shoved around my Stephen’s hard fucking. I caught Stephen staring at me with huge satisfaction on his face.
“He’s so good. This is a great ride”. He reported to me. “Oh, fuck Gerren, kiss me”. I put a hand to the back of his neck and pulled him to me. He came at me with his mouth wide open and we kissed with ardour. My head shaking as Stephen pounded Carl’s hole.
Carl called out. “Please, I want to see you guy’s kiss”. I had to move off his face so he could see and I kissed Stephen for my and Carl’s pleasure. My cock was right by his face and he held it and sucked on me before asking Stephen to come down and also kiss him.
Stephen’s fucking didn’t miss a beat as they guys kissed and then Carl was asking me to kiss him too.
Carl seemed to be in another world as we locked lips. Then he told me to get back on his face. I heard him smack his lips as he caught sight of my hole again and I felt the subtleness of his arse licking travel to my balls and up my spine.
Stephen was getting sweaty and a little tired. He smirked at me. “Want a taste”?
“Give it to Carl”.
“I have been. Do you want your turn”?
I saw what he meant, I had thought he wanted me to suck his wet cock.
Stephen also saw what I was thinking and he grinned broadly as he pulled his cock out of Carl with a loud plop. There was a loud moan from below me as Carl protested, but the complaining, didn’t last long. Stephen’s cock was forced into the mouth as he lifted Carl up by his ears to ram as much of his cock into the now squealing throat as he could.
The noise from Carl was not one of protest but of joy. Being released from the task of cleaning as much of Stephen’s fat length as he could, he cleared his throat and begged for more. Stephen didn’t let him down. Carl had asked for things we had never done with him and Stephen was providing it.
“Now eat my fucking hole”, Stephen half ordered the bottom. “Gerren, get that fat cock if yours in that used hole and screw him good”.
We swapped ends and Stephen pushed his full weight down on Carl’s head, holding his legs in the air as I easily slid into the well fucked hole. Stephen had really well and truly fucked Carl open but he was talented in controlling his arse to give most guys a good ride and the bonus was that he just loved being a bottom.
Stephen and I had witnessed live Mikes treatment of Carl in some light-ish S&M scenes and I had no doubt that it went further with some guys and alone in private. Mike could be into deep leather scenes too, it had to be, making and tailoring leatherware was his income.
Stephen and I were not into S&M, just light stuff though, I had seen Stephen roughly spank a tough bottom as he fucked, leaving bruises, and we loved hard nip play as well. We also had some leather clothing that we used sometimes. With Carl today we were keeping it vanilla. Carl was demanding kisses again and we gave in to his request, passing between each other and joining in a three-way kiss.
“Give him your cock”, Stephen looked hard at me and I offered it to Carl who tried his best to dive down on my shaft. Stephen was using both hands on his cock. Now eat out that hole, he told me. I went down on the open hole and stuck my tongue inside, Stephen now back sitting on Carl’s face came down for a closer look.
Staring right into my eyes with a humorous glint in his, he spoke. “Not good enough. Do it like this, and joined me licking Carls open hole, and we kissed as we did so, bouncing our tongues against each other.
“Now fuck him again”, Stephen half ordered me, and he sat back on Carl’s face.
I slid back into the hole again easily and thrilled at the grip his arse muscles put on my shaft. He wanted me. It wasn’t too long before I was fully inside Carl again and giving him long slow strokes.
Stephen was looking at me with admiration on his face. His cock was hard and slightly lifted away from Carls flat belly. I reached over to grip the shaft with one hand holding it tight and adoring the warmth of his massive cock and the thickness of the rod.
“Go on keep doing it”. Stephen called out. Whether to me or to Carl I didn’t know, but I kept hold of the cock and continued fucking. I couldn’t see but I supposed that Carl continued rimming Stephen’s hole. All I could see was his beautiful chest heaving as he took in air and his hard cock bouncing up and down in excitement and releasing loads of fluid onto his belly.
We moved around the bed seemingly unaware of what we were doing. It was all automatic. Stephen was now on his back and Carl was now squatting on his face being rimmed out straight after my fucking. I was down by Stephen’s legs, both our cocks together in a double fist. One fist just wouldn’t fit around both. I was jacking us both. Carl was rubbing his fucked arse over Stephen’s mouth and beaming down at me and wanking himself.
It was very clear that Stephen was enjoying himself. His huge chest was now heaving heavily and his breathing was becoming noisier and more intense.
I removed my cock from next to his and pushed it down between his legs and somehow it found its way to touch his hole. I transferred both my hands to his shaft. My hands were not big enough to cover all his cock but I wanked him very fast.
Stephen put his hands under Carl’s thighs and lifted him upwards a couple of inches. Now I could clearly see Stephen’s mouth and tongue working Carl’s hole. Carl was now excitedly and roughly wanking too. I leaned forward to kiss him, knowing that both my partners were close to shooting. Carl was like a leech on my mouth, desperately sucking on my tongue. I felt as if he was trying to suck out my tongue into his mouth.
From his throat sounds of an orgasm issued. “Mfff, Mffff, Mffff”. My tongue was suddenly released as his hand almost became a blur. Below him Stephen was also liking what was happening and I could feel his huge cock expanding in my hands.
Then the explosion came from both cocks simultaneously. I felt in my hands that juice racing up Stephen’s cock tube before it shot out of the head and noticed that it hit Carl right under his chin. I then just caught Carl’s cock eject out a huge single stream of cum, that flew upwards to about three feet high as Stephen continued to shoot more juice all over Carls body and over his own.
It was incredible to see both cocks spasming and shooting at the same time. As he ejaculated, I could just see Stephen still licking away at Carl’s hole as he held him above his face.
His cumshot must have really exhausted Carl as he rolled away from Stephen’s face and lay down on the bed. His body and neck covered by Stephen’s juice. I was proud that I managed to aim Stephen’s cock to spray over Carls, sexy body. I would have loved to have seen more over his face. Carl being a really good-looking guy, would have looked extremely sexy with a load all over his face.
I held Stephen’s huge cock in both of my hands, and bent forward to kiss him. He eagerly took my mouth stirring his tongue inside me and issuing a deep gurgle of appreciation as we locked lips.
Carl lay next to us catching his breath and just saying “Oh fuck Oh fuck”, repeatedly. I reached over to one side of the bed to get the cum towel, now crusty with last nights cum now dried and handed it to Carl, who sniffed at it. “Someone’s been having fun recently”, and wiped himself clean.
Stephen, still lying on the bed and also sprayed with cum told me to get a fresh towel. As I walked over to the linen cupboard, Stephen commented to Carl. Just look at that gorgeous man and that sexy body and arse. Even after eight and a half years of knowing him, Stephen could still throw a compliment at me.
I threw the towel to him and went to the bathroom to pee. Cleaning myself up afterwards, I went back to the bedroom to see Carl and Stephen gently kissing as they held each other on the bed.
“You want to cum”? Stephen hadn’t forgotten my needs. I was still horny from the earlier interrupted session and could feel a good load inside of me.
I joined the guys on the bed settling down my body between the men, my cock hard and eager for release. I knew it wouldn’t take much for me to shoot my load.
The kissing and caressing of my body began immediately. It was if the guys had discussed what to do with me whilst I pissed. I was loving the attention of four hands and two mouths on my body. My cock was liberally leaking and one of the guys was slowly jacking me and sucking me. I felt a mouth on my nips and knew it was Stephen. I’d grown so used to his technique. The pulling of my nip with his teeth followed by the rapid rubbing of his tongue was a giveaway.
Stephen told Carl to suck and chew my other nip and I felt his warm mouth transfer to the nip and then a hand cup my ball sac and hold my balls gently whilst another hand was slowly jacking me off.
Two guys sucking my nips at the same time is a great trigger to get me to shoot, and it worked again.
The electric contact between my nips and my cock and balls is so reliable, and couple with the feather light, barely noticeable wanking of my cock with the teasing of my glans set off the alarm in my brain and Zing….. I felt I was floating on an invisible bed of sex.
I felt the release as my body surrendered to orgasm and all the sensations I felt on my body. I knew I was shooting and I distinctly heard, Splat, Splat, Splat, Splat, Splat as my cum fell on my body.
I heard Chris call out “Wow”, and Stephen say “Five”, and then “six, seven, eight”, and then shockingly and loudly ‘NINE’, and Carl call out “Fuck”, again.
My brain felt like it was like the rest of my body and floating, and I was thinking. “Don’t do it, don’t do it”. I was suddenly aware, like the brain makes you suddenly recall things and the couple of times that I had blanked out when shooting by the intensity of my orgasm.
I was slowly brought back to reality by some extra pain on one of my nips. It was Carl still biting the bud sharply, and I brought my hand to his head in order to get him to ease the attention. Stephen cautioned him to just lick and kiss the nip, and released his teeth from my other nip.
“Fuck, my lover, that was one huge shot just before the end. Look at Carls face”.
I looked and there was a big line of cum on the side of his face which was exposed as he chewed my nip. It suited him. He was also smirking like a Cheshire cat.
I started to relax and Stephen released his grip on my cock, and on inspection found some of my cum covering his veined hand. He offered it to me to lick clean.
Suddenly my unattended cock was grabbed by Carl who was stuffing his face over my head and shaft. I was still tender down there and buckled at the painful attack.
Stephen warned him. “Go easy, let Gerren relax first”.
“I just want to taste him”, Carl explained, pushing his thumb upwards from the base of my cock against the tube, emptying it of the dregs of my orgasm.
The towel was used again to clean up the three of us. I had covered myself and hit both the guys with my load as they chewed my nips.
A clean up was required and we made our way to the shower we had built for the two of us to use plus a couple more if it should come about.
As we wet ourselves to clean off the remains of semen on our bodies, Carl made use of his tongue to suck us both and to get us to face the wall bent outwards for him to rim us clean with the water pouring over our cocks and holes.
We both reversed the process on Carl as a reward. We returned to the bedroom, smelling of man sex and cum. Carl and I to the bed and Stephen to the un-curtained window to look at the storm outside. We had forgotten about it and blocked out the wind and snow from our heads. The wind was still blowing but Stephen couldn’t see anything out of the window. It was covered with snow.
Joining us on the bed, he said that he’d never seen snow in Cornwall. I had a few times but it was rare. I told him that local folklore said that it snowed here in the Far West of Cornwall once every seven years. Carl had snuggled up to me and remained silent. I looked down on the handsome sex pig and he was asleep, tired and shagged out after the three hours of action with us and he’d not slept all night after driving eight hours in the snow and wind to come to us.
Stephen lay down with the sleeping Carl between us and he pulled the duvet cover over us all.
“We’ll let him sleep for a couple of hours”.
I agreed, thinking to myself that the sex we just had with Carl was so much better than the video we had started watching, though I was still interested to know what happened after we had stopped the recording.
