The Final Chapter
We laid quietly, with me holding them close and gently caressing them. I could feel their still hard cock pressing into me and could read their minds…’Will he or won’t he let us cum tonight?’
We laid there for quite a while as I was in such a state of euphoria, plus at my age, it takes longer to be ready for Round 2. I caught myself nearly falling asleep a couple times but wouldn’t allow myself to. I had something very specific in mind that involved both of them.
I made sure we continued talking and I steadily caressed them with my fingers and hands to signal I wasn’t finished. They didn’t seem to need much coaxing to continue, as their still hard cocks were pressing into me and they were both slightly grinding their cocks into me.
This continued to the point where I could no longer ignore their subtle undulations. It was clear we were heading to Round 2. No longer consumed with lust (but still ready for more), I took the opportunity to pull them to me with meaningful words to each of them. First to Pook, “Pook, I’m really glad you joined us this weekend. I sure didn’t see this…” and I paused to look at the three of us together, nude, “…coming, but nonetheless I’m happy we reconnected and especially happy you got to spend time with my boy here”, which led me to give Nick a long, deep squeeze into me. I continued, now looking at Nick, “Nick, you’ve made me the happiest man in the world. Life with you makes living meaningful. On a separate topic, after Pook leaves, you’re going to come clean with me on how you two concocted this weekend”, I laughed.
Not to be outdone, each of them responded. Pook got on one elbow to address us both, “You two are one amazing couple. Pete, I’m so happy for you. And Nick”…, and here he paused, “…you’re one sexy mother fucker”, which lightened the mood tremendously. Now it was Nick’s turn, “Pook, back at you, you sexy man”, and then looking at me he added, “And Pete, you’re my life. It’s that simple. I don’t know where I’d be without you”, as his eyes watered just a bit.
I let that burst of emotion sit there for just a few moments and then asserted my leadership once again. “Ok boys, now it’s your turn. Your daddy wants to get fucked. And spit-roasted, and any other unspeakable act you want to inflict on me. But I have one in particular…when we get that far.” Without saying another word, I crawled down the bed and took Nick’s rock hard cock in my mouth, first because I wanted to cede control back to them and second because I wanted him to choke me with it. I intentionally pointed my ass in the air to signal that that was available as well and it didn’t take long for Pook’s tongue to be down there, hungrily having his way.
I LOVED having Nick’s cock back in my mouth. He’s just the right thickness so that I can get all the way down him without choking. He immediately started groaning like he’d cum any second which made me try to go deeper and harder. Meanwhile, Pook’s singular focus was getting my hole ready to be ravaged. We all knew there was lube available if needed, but there’s something about the animalism of eating ass that heightens the eroticism. And no one knew this better than Pook. We continued like this for a long time until I heard Pook bark, “Switch”.
Like clockwork, they changed positions and Nick began to feast on my already saturated hole, and I was now challenged with Pook’s longer cock. But by this time, I’d been swallowing Nick’s down my throat for awhile, so Pook’s was somewhat less daunting. In fact, I may have taken him deeper that night than in our long history together. I could’ve stayed in that position all night, but I knew they needed to fuck their daddy. And we all knew it was time.
Pook, still in charge, barked the following orders, “Doggy style daddy. Nick, you up there to feed him your cock, and I’ll fuck him first to get him warmed up for you. You can stretch him out then with your thick dick.” They both got a chuckle out of that and went to work. Pook lubed himself up, Nick passed around the poppers in which we all imbibed, and they went to work on me.
Being spit-roasted is possibly the most humiliating position there is. You surrender your two holes to men who want nothing but their own pleasure. Your pleasure is meaningless. And that’s exactly why it’s so hot. To be subjected to such blatant humiliation, especially by two young men who innately respect you, is the height of eroticism.
Sensing my lust, they ramped it up. “Take my cock, you slut”, Pook demanded. “Focus up here on my cock, Daddy”, ordered Nick. They went back and forth trying to out-dom each other, at my expense. And I loved every minute. I would’ve been happy to let them finish that way and cum all over me, like I had them, but I had another plan. And it was time.
I pulled off of Nick’s cock, and seeing something was up, Pook pulled out of me as well. Without giving them a moment to protest, I stood up on the bed and, pointing to the foot of the bed, barked my orders: “Nick, lay on your back at the foot of the bed, feet on the floor. Pook, stand there”, I pointed to the floor a couple feet from where Nick’s feet would be.
They looked puzzled but not displeased that I was aggressively back in charge. Nick moved first and did as I asked. He laid on the bed and bent his knees (there wasn’t a footboard; I’d thought this through) so his feet were flat on the floor. Pook stood watching…and waiting for further instruction.
Once Nick was settled, I grabbed the lube again (and quickly lubed up my hole and Nick’s cock), placed the poppers close by (as I knew we’d need them) and knelt over Nick’s cock on my knees. He now knew what I was doing as I dropped slowly on him. It felt glorious and we both were in heaven. He wanted to fuck me and I wanted to be fucked. I slowly and deliberately squatted up and down on his cock, making sure he was hard and wouldn’t slip out. I settled the full of my weight on him with his cock fully penetrating me and addressed Pook, “On your knees on the floor, I want to feel your tongue caressing my hole as he fucks me. And extra points if you can get your tongue my hole alongside his cock.”
“Whoa,” Pook exclaimed. “Daddy’s a fucking bad boy!” he leered.
“You ain’t seen nothin’ yet” I shot back.
Pook was more than happy to get on his knees and press his face squarely into the action. I could feel his tongue caress the entry to my hole, and by Nick’s reaction, I sensed Nick could feel Pook’s tongue as well. “Jesus”, Nick whimpered breathlessly. “I’m fucking and getting a blow job all at the same time.”
From the floor I heard Pook ask, “You guys up there liking this?” Nick and I audibly groaned. Pook got his answer.
I was able to grab the poppers and we all—very carefully—took another hit. Then it really heated up. Pook was aggressively trying to push his tongue and mouth into my hole beside Nick’s cock as he fucked me. Then he’d pull back and lick Nick’s balls which were hanging off the side of the bed. Occasionally, he’d pull around and take my cock in his mouth while I was bobbing up and down on Nick’s cock. We had to be careful with that one though…I was ready to blast and that could’ve put me over the edge. We were on fire. The experience was indescribable. Part intimacy. Part raunch.
But it was time.
I stopped the action but didn’t dare have Nick pull out. I had them where I wanted them. “Here’s the plan, men. Pook, get as much lube up my hole as you can; the whole bottle if need be. Put the rest on your cock. I want both of my boys in me at the same time.”
I hatched this plan over the last few hours. At one point at the bar they each had a finger up my hole at the same time. A little later I took both of their cocks in my mouth simultaneously. Since I loved them both and they had now connected, it only made sense I take both of their cocks. Simultaneously. Yes, I was signing up to be DP’d. I couldn’t believe it myself. But here we were.
“Are you fucking serious, Pete?” Pook asked incredulously.
“Daddy, do you really think you can take us both?” Nick asked with genuine concern.
“I want to try, boys. I want you both in me. At the same time. Pook, get down there and get us ready”, I ordered.
“YES, SIR!” he replied, determined to do his part.
I could feel him slide his well lubed finger up my hole so it now penetrated me along with Nick’s cock. Once established he began to slide it up and down my hole, competing with Nick’s cock for space in my tight rectum. There was some discomfort from the stretching of my hole, but tolerable. And the fullness of now two body parts up there instead of only one, and the motion of his finger was unlike anything I’d ever felt.
“Good work Pook”, I said. More lube and two fingers. NOW”, I ordered. I was into this and determined to make it work. I wanted to be filled with their cum and I wanted them to be proud of their daddy.
Pook did as ordered..more lube and, very carefully, slid two fingers up into my hole alongside Nick’s cock. “Oh…”, I groaned. Now my hole was being stretched to the limit and I began to wonder if I could do this. To get my mind off myself, I asked Nick, “Nickie, how does that feel for you, my boy?”
He let out a deep, deep sigh, and uttered, “Fan-fucking-tastic. Pook, I can’t wait for your cock to be nestled in Daddy’s hole, right next to mine.”
Wow, I thought. What was getting somewhat painful for me, was proportionately erotic for my boys. With that knowledge, I became even more determined to do this. There was no turning back. I sucked it up and said, “Good. Pook, keep going.”
I didn’t know exactly what I meant by that…was I asking him to insert a third finger, or was it time for the final act? I’d get my answer.
Still squatted over Nick, I could feel Pook stand up behind me and slowly push my torso down on Nick’s presumably to expose my hole for him to enter me alongside Nick. He pushed me down tenderly and then lowered his head to meet Nick and mine. “It’s time Pete, you ready?” he asked.
“Bring it on, buddy,” I said, feigning bravado.
I had no idea what to expect, but I wanted this to happen. I wanted to feel them in me. I wanted their cum inside me. I wanted to know I could do it. I wanted it. Period.
I was now nearly laying flat on Nick, still impaled on his cock. Nick continued to squirt even more lube up and around my hole. He, with some solemnity, placed himself behind my and I could feel his cock present at my hole. Before he entered though, he handed me the bottle of poppers and said, “I think you’re gonna need these”. He was right. I took two LONG hits, and the bottle was passed around. After they took their hits, I took two more. I was flying and ready.
My head was spinning from the poppers and I felt his cock press against my hole and very slowly stretch it open. There was pain, but I knew it would subside. It may have been the poppers working their magic because the painful stretch felt right. I wanted my hole to swallow Pook’s cock, along with Nick’s. After he entered, he paused and asked, “Keep going?”
Now breathing heavily, I groaned, “Fuck yes”.
I felt him apply even more lube and I took yet another hit. “Here we go” Pook warned, and DAMN did I feel that! Something foreign was invading my hole. Although Nick’s cock was already embedded up there (and wasn’t that foreign enough?), Pook’s cock was a game-changer. “Ohhhh….” I gasped. The pain was real, but I hoped it would be like the first time I was topped…that after awhile, the pain would subside.
“Breathe deeply” Nick said. “You can do this” he added.
I concentrated on my breathing and my brain was still buzzing from the poppers. And, somewhat like magic, the pain began to be replaced by a euphoric feeling of fullness. I had no idea how far Pook was up me so my response was tempered, but ‘so far so good’ I thought to myself.
Pook, who was incredibly considerate with his entry, asked again, “Ready for more, daddy?”
Catching my breath, I asked, “How much more Pook?”
“I’m over halfway in” he replied.
‘I can do this’ I thought to myself. “Keep going Pook.”
“Here we go”, he announced and began to slowly slide in further. Surprisingly, there was little additional pain. My hole was stretched as far as it was going to be stretched. I don’t have a medical background, but apparently there weren’t as many pain sensors further up into my rectum. But there sure as hell were pleasure sensors.
Holy crap, I thought to myself. I’d never felt anything like this. I felt like I was being split open, in the best possible way. Knowing it was my two boys’ cocks I was impaled on elevated the pleasure exponentially. It was raw, hedonistic pleasure.
I could feel one cock, presumably Nick’s, rub my prostate. I could feel the other, obviously Pook’s, massage the other side of my rectum. “I’m in!” announced Pook joyfully. “You took us both daddy! You have both your boys’ cocks in you, you fucking stud!”
By this time, I’m nearly face-to-face with Nick and in love with him more than ever. Knowing I had done it—we had done it—made me want to kiss him with a passion you reserve for…well special times like this. We were eyeball to eyeball, our noses were touching, and the sweat from my face was dripping on him. I could tell he wanted me to speak.
“I love you so much Nick”, I said. “I want you to fuck me hard now. Show your daddy how much you love him.”
And for the first time since Pook started his tentative entry into my hole, Nick started to thrust his cock into me like you would in a typical, 1-person fuck. And because there were two cocks packed into my rectum instead of just one, the tip of his was pushed directly over and into my prostate.
“OH MY GOD” I yelled as he gyrated into me. “Oh my fucking god!!!” The pleasure was indescribable. It was almost too much to take.
Not wanting to be sidelined, Pook started thrusting as well, which generated friction between their two cock not to mention what it was doing to me. As soon as he started, Nick was unstoppable. “Oh shit, oh shit, oh shit” he screamed. “Fuck Pook, your cock feels so good in there.”
“I fucking know stud. I’ve never don’t this before. This is fucking insane!!!”
I was gone. The two of them were fucking each other and fucking me, all at the same time. My hole was on fire, in the best possible way. I can’t find the words to describe the sensation, other than I’m not sure how long I could’ve tolerated it. Not because of the pain, but because of the pure pleasure. Our bodies aren’t built to absorb that level of pleasure; we don’t know what to do with it. I thought I would pass out. Until..
“I’M CUMMING” screamed Nick
“ME TOO” yelled Pook.
I thought I’d reached the pinnacle of pleasure, but I was about to be elevated beyond even that. The two of them blasted volumes of cum into me with a ferocity that defies description. It was the physical sensation of their hot liquid exploding inside me, but actually it was the awareness that I had done this to them. And given my relationship with both of them, the overall feeling was…..there are no words.
Although my pleasure was secondary, I was rock hard as well and, using their orgasms as my excuse to join them, I lowered my hand to my cock and with only about two quick strokes, blew my load all over Nick’s face for the second time this evening. He was in such a state of euphoria, he instinctively just opened his mouth and inhaled my cum like he needed it to survive.
Like many times before now, I wanted time to stop. My boys’ two cocks were still firmly implanted up my hole and continued to pulse their sweet, sweet juice into me. I was nose to nose with Nick, my lover, and we were savoring the taste of my cum on his face. The copious amounts of cum that had been deposited in my hole were starting to leak out of my now stretched hole, feeling erotically sticky. And, beyond that, I had the warm sweaty weight of Pook pressing me into Nick. All I could smell was sweat, cum, lube, and residual poppers. I was in heaven.
But like everything good, time marches on. We couldn’t stay like that all night, but my boys’ softening cocks were beginning to slide out on their own. Likewise, I was bent over in a position that, under normal circumstances, I typically wouldn’t be able to sustain. Sadly, it was time to disengage.
Pook pulled out first and as he did, there was a distinctive (and slightly comical) “pop”. The release of pressure was simultaneously a relief and a disappointment. Nick followed shortly after that and the sensation was identical, albeit magnified. I’d had these two engorged cocks invading me and I was able to take it. Now I was empty. What a sad, strange feeling, indeed.
By now it was close to 4AM and we all needed sleep. We cleaned up quickly and immediately headed to bed. Although more sex was the last thing on my mind, I couldn’t get past the sense of emptiness in my colon. They had filled me physically with their youthfully hard cocks and copious amounts of cum. But they had filled me metaphorically as well. Two men, one I loved in the past, one I’m in love with currently, had filled me with their love. Now the three of us lay there. Me in the middle, once again embracing my boys. Nick on my right, pook on my left, both of them burrowed into me. It took only seconds before both of them were snoring peacefully on my chest, and I remember very little after that.
All of a sudden it was morning, 9AM to be precise. The condo could’ve burned down around us and we would’ve slept through it. Pook had a mid-day flight and needed to grab an uber around 10 so we had to move quickly. Pook’s rush to depart may have been a blessing…no awkward questioning about how the weekend had turned out the way it did; no wondering on either Nick’s or Pook’s part if I still had romantic feelings for Pook (which I didn’t). While we smiled, and fondly reminisced about the events of the weekend, our minds were more on getting Pook safely to the airport.
The Uber arrived and we walked Pook down to say good-bye. I really didn’t know what this meant. Yes, he was happily married, and Nick and I were in a committed relationship, but his re-emergence in my life—and presence in Nick’s—raised the question: do we do this again? I, for one, didn’t have an answer. And I had no idea what Nick was thinking.
Pook threw his stuff in the car and we exchanged guy-hugs to say goodbye. I wanted our goodbyes to be somewhat more intimate, but we were on the street, it was Sunday morning, and it wasn’t to be.
“Take care, my friend”, I said. “I’m so proud of you.”
Nick added, “Pook, I’m so glad we met and have had the chance to be friends. You’re a special guy”.
Pook had the last word: “You two are incredible together. Don’t fuck it up”, he said smiling, and with a wave goodbye as they drove away.
Nick and I waited until the Uber was out of sight. I put my arm around his shoulders, pulled him into me said, “You mean everything to me. If you ever see me fucking it up, I want you to tell me.”
“Yes, Daddy” he replied, with his adorable smile, and we walked hand-in-hand back into the condo.
Believe it or not, Nick and I had another round of earth-shattering sex that night. I fucked him with an intensity that surprised both of us. I didn’t think we’d ever top the DP episode, but that night came close. I believe we both wanted to cement our commitment to each other. Pook was a momentary, and—let's face it—fun distraction. But Nick was my boy, and I was his Daddy.
But even stepping back from that, what had I learned with my subservient time with Charles and Jack and now my committed relationship with Nick? Upon reflection, I don’t think it’s that complicated. When scientists began to study homosexuality in the ‘60s, they discovered that it wasn’t black and white. People weren’t 100% one or the other. There were degrees of each. It was fluid.
That’s what I learned during my whirlwind detour into the world of subservience, and, yes, depravity. I can'y deny it was arousing as hell. To be told what to do, to be humiliated, even publicly, to be denied orgasms repeatedly, to be whored out to friends and strangers. I still don’t understand the appeal of that, but it’s real. Occasionally.
But my relationship with Nick cemented what I’ve always known. I’m a daddy who gets off on mentoring young men and sexually dominating them. It’s pretty simple. And strangely, being the one who dominates sometimes and submits other times isn’t mutually exclusive. I can’t explain it, but it’s true, and it’s real.
Will I ever step back into the world of submission? I have no clue. But I’ll never abandon my real role in life. Genuinely making the lives of young men better and more productive, and yes…more sexually rewarding.
Thanks for listening.
Pete
