Anthony and I were cuddling on the couch, in nothing but our short shorts, watching a bodybuilding competition in Turkey. We were really into it. And of course it was making us both horny out of our minds. We’d already jerked off, when they’d first revealed the competitors, and cum on our chests. But it had been an hour and we were losing our minds.
“Want to fuck?” Anthony said, his hand gripping a long, bolt-upright dick. He was so hard, I could feel the heat coming off of it. I was out of my mind, too, the tip of my dick straining at the spandex of my shorts.
“To be honest,” I said, my hand on his tree-trunk thigh, squeezing the firm meat, “I’m too lazy right now,” I laughed. “And I’m really enjoying the show.”
“So what are we going to do?”
“Aaron!” I yelled, and within a few moments we heard his 300 pound body come bounding down the stairs. He looked like Captain America, or like he ate Captain America, a perfect, All-American, bronze beefcake, in nothing but a thong and a hat, with the thickest, juiciest thighs holding that fat ass up. He was pure muscle, and the most insatiable bottom I’d ever encountered.
“What’s up?” he smiled, eyeing our fierce hard-ons.
“Come be a good house slave,” Anthony said, stroking his dick, the muscles of his wide forearms squeezing and tightening, the veins popping out, “and suck our cocks.”
Aaron turned his hat backwards and got on his knees. He took our dicks in each hand, and we didn’t even bother leaning forward. I rested my hand on his head and eased my cock all the way down his throat, stuffing his face. He knew what to do.
“Good little bitch,” I said, as he deep-throated me. I’ve tried so many times to make him choke, but it’s impossible.
“You like being a whore?” Anthony asked, as Aaron sucked him deep and hard. I had my arm around Anthony’s shoulders, and we made out, tongues out, nasty. The bodybuilding show was excellent, and we had the best cocksucker in the world servicing us.
“Come here,” I gently took his face, his perfect, square-jawed face, and looked him in the eyes lovingly. I slapped him, and he smiled up at me. I slapped him again, then shoved him down, til he had the base of my dick in his mouth. We passed him back and forth, enjoying the show. At one point, he got up to fix us drinks. We sipped while he sucked our cocks.
But he really is too good at what he does, and it got to be unbearable. “Bitch, we’re going to cover your face now,” I said. He knew what to do, sticking his tongue wide out. It took one instant of eye contact with Anthony for us both to blitz. I felt my entire body in rapture as bullets of cum blasted out. His face was splattered, dripping, a thick white mustache over his top lip, his tongue lathered, his eyebrows and cheeks covered in white cum. We both kissed him and he licked himself off. “Thank you,” he said.
“Thank you,” Anthony said. “Now go make us dinner, baby.”
