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The beginning of what sounded like it would be a boring conversation about cars was my trigger for action. I pushed off my crocs and stood up.
I wear loose joggers most of the time – no underwear obviously – I can pull these off, my jersey goes flying and in under three seconds I’m naked and they’re staring at my boner.
There was a seconds hesitation before they were both scrambling with their clothes, neither taking their eyes from my body. From the smooth luxury of my skin. The hardness of my nipples. The proud curve of my penis.
The thud thud of footwear hitting carpet is replaced by the jangle of belt buckles.
“No, leave them open,” I said as Rob went to close the blinds. From the look on his face I must have sounded bitchy, but I didn’t care. I was pent up. “I want you to share me right here, in front of the world.”
Looking at me half like I was a silly little boy, half like a juicy steak, Rob dimmed the lights. “We’ll just turn these down a bit.” He was unbuttoning his shirt.
Kieran was nude faster and leaned back on the couch, glancing up furtively as if for approval. I knew Rob would be loving what he saw – a long limbed, slim, smooth twink with pubic hair almost all shaved off, just leaving a small, short, thick patch above a threateningly beautiful, large, semi-erect teenage penis.
I knelt between Kieran’s legs, as I had a hundred times before, looking into his eyes as I placed his glory into my wet mouth.
Sucking like a lollipop I can feel blood rushing to engorge the dick in my mouth, feel the growth, sense his breathing change. My hands travel the length of his bare thighs as I go to work.
I hear the noise of increasingly wet kisses; I look up to find Rob kissing my boyfriend – passionately. Fervently. And the feeling is clearly mutual! They’re feasting on each other’s lips as I watch. The thrill of seeing them sends a jolt through my naked body. I tense my dick, surprised at how hard sharing Kieran has made me down there, how good it made me feel that he appeared to be enjoying Rob’s tongue in his mouth.
I release Kieran's hard, wet dick, letting it slap onto his taut belly before running my tongue up the underside.
“Fucking hell,” Rob says, breaking off his kissing. I grin proudly, licking the shaft so he can keep looking at it – Kieran is more than 7 inches, thick with a slight bend, and a wide, wedge shaped head. I knew Rob would be amazed.
“Taste it,” I suggest, kissing my way down to Kieran's balls. I can feel the scrape of tiny, shaven hairs as I run my tongue around them. Rob bends to suck on the end of his dick in twisting motions.
Our victim is squirming, hands on his face and breathing hard as we pleasure different parts of his privates, enjoying it as much as him. Rob’s blow job is getting sloppier and sloppier. Bubbly spit runs down into the smooth crevice between Kieran's junk and leg – I scoop it up with my tongue and swallow.
We’re all moaning like pornstars – I need to taste Kieran’s lips so hop up. We make out, getting carried away. I feel fingers on my smooth balls, my heavy dick, panting as Rob starts masturbating both of us.
“I wanna suck you,” escapes between ragged breaths from between my lips. Soon we’re contorted on the sofa, the three of us, writhing, twisted and naked as we enjoy each other. I’ve got Rob almost to the back of my throat while Kieran is on his back fellating me. One of them has fingers exploring my bumhole, there are more fingers on a thigh, more tweaking a nipple.
We’re all whispering ecstasy, all sampling each other’s tangled bodies with our hands and mouths until Rob stops abruptly, pushing me away – things must have been happening with him.
A hand underneath my armpit is guiding me, positioning me to kneel looking over the back of the sofa out of the window, vulnerable. Hands are all over me. Oily fingers touch me right there.
I look out through the windows into the night sky as I wait, masturbating myself with one hand as I arch my back to stick my bum out. A firework pops somewhere over Sheffield.
“Wow. I’ve missed that,” Rob gives me a squeeze on my butt. “This is cool isn’t it?”
“We got a deal though, right?” Kieran replied carefully.
“Yeah, promise.”
“Sure.”
I love the deal they made, but not as much as I love the instant, shocking feeling of Rob’s stubble in between my ass cheeks, in the centre of my attraction. Cold hands prise me apart to access my boyhood.
His tongue feels warm and wet, teasing me up and down, sampling me, seducing me. Why does it feel this good?! I have to stop touching myself and grab onto the back of the sofa, holding on tight.
I feel kissing and nibbling around the pointed angle of my bum, and squeezing. Suddenly I am penetrated, and again – by slick fingers. I’m a quivering wreck, goosebumps spring up everywhere as this married man makes a meal of my behind.
“Fuck me!” I look back. I’ve been waiting too long.
Rob stands up. I feel his hands on my hips, the weight of his cock on my ass, in the crease. I know he’s not as thick as me, or as long as Kieran, but he always felt good. There is a moment of stillness.
I feel it at my gate, about to batter through. It is pressing carefully, firmly, forcing my defences apart, a gradual encroachment – about to conquer but I’ve already surrendered.
I gasp, feeling my hole pierced by the top of Rob’s cock. “Jesus yes!”
He keeps pressing forwards and advances a couple of inches until my body resists, revolting against the invasion. I grunt something animalistic – I’ve no idea what, perhaps it was just the sound of pain, relief, shame and exhilaration. The muscles of my hole grip Rob tight. He impales me to the hilt.
“Ohhhh Jesus. That’s sweeeet!” I moan. I’ve grown used to Kieran’s cock – it’s amazing, bigger, better, but he’s too careful to start with! Rob knows I don’t need mercy. Or perhaps he doesn’t care – please God let him not care! He’s only been inside me for seconds but he’s fucking me all the way. I have no time to adapt. He plunges recklessly into me.
I can’t catch my breath.
He pulls me backwards by my hair. I’ll never cut my hair, it belong in men’s clenched fists, and Rob uses it to pull my head towards him until I feel his breath on my ear.
Between breaths he whispers; “You like that don’t you Max?”
“Jesus yes. Arrrggggh! Treat me like a slut.”
Continued...
Max. You are getting old, 22. Do they have AARP in Great Britain? 
