Loading...We first saw him at the beach, just down from the resort where we were spending two weeks. He was with a girl as stunning and as gorgeous as he was. While Steve and I first remarked on the absolute lusciousness of the girl, I made sure to comment on the “big bulge” in the crotch of the boy’s Speedos, drawing Steve’s attention to the ample package of hidden male genital goodies. We shared a knowing smile, both well aware of our common appreciation for such goodies.
The next time I laid my eyes on him, I was alone and he was alone. I’d decided to take an evening stroll before dinner and as I turned a corner of the cove I saw him sitting by a bluff, his Speedos pulled down, his eyes closed and his hand wrapped around his cock, busily stroking it. I was taken aback. What about the beautiful girl he had been with? Why this secluded masturbation when he was here with such an obviously delicious and sexy prize, I wondered? I knew, though, that however satisfying sex was with a partner, and however much of it there was to enjoy, there was always a place for solitary pleasures.
I was a distance away but, luckily, I had brought my binoculars and now brought them up to my eyes to have a look. That brought my gaze close to his cock and the fist he had wrapped around it, very close. Now I had an exceptionally intimate glimpse of that cock, as magnificent a specimen of the erect male organ as I had ever seen. And I had seen many, very many. It was a big one, a very big one. It was long, it was thick, it was very, very hard, and it was beautifully, perfectly shaped.
I knew cocks, and I loved cocks, considering myself a connoisseur of the penis, especially the erect penis. And his was to cocks what a prized Bordeaux was to wines. I especially appreciated, in a cock, one which had that long stripe of muscle running along the length of the underside. That, I felt, always made a cock seem extra erect, extra tempting. As I watched this perfect stranger, with his perfect cock, I could see that he was feeling deep pleasure. He lay back on the large towel he’d been half sitting on and I saw his entire body tense and arch as his pleasure mounted. I also saw his hand slow down as his climax neared, something that I loved to do when stroking or sucking a cock, to make the pleasure and ultimate explosion all the more intense.
As I watched, mesmerized, I felt my cunt become wet to the point of overflow. I was tempted to go over to the stranger and help him finish but restrained myself, watching. After several minutes of building tension I saw his body tense and then his hips rise as a long, strong steam of cum erupted from his magnificent cock, thick spurt after thick spurt. My knees nearly buckled as I lowered my binoculars and walked back to the room.
When I returned to join Steve for dinner I described in detail what I had observed. Like me, Steve, too, was a connoisseur of cock. He had himself a wonderful specimen, one of his many attractions, in my view. And, even more importantly, he knew how to use that specimen. We now both wondered, bantering lewdly, whether this boy, too, knew how to make good use of his exquisite specimen.
A few days later I and Steve were both surprised when we saw who we had assumed to be the guy’s girlfriend hugging and cavorting with another man. The puzzle was soon cleared up. A guest explained that the two whom we had assumed to be lovers were actually brother and sister. The new guy was the sister’s husband, who had just arrived with other members of his family to join the siblings. All this also made it more understandable that the guy would be off on his own stroking that big cock of his, masturbating.
Learning more, we found out that his name was Raul, and that he was a nineteen-year old tennis pro from Spain. Now I felt emboldened, learning that he was indeed unattached and having seen him work that sublime cock of his. So I approached him one morning on the beach and started talking, confessing that I had caught him jerking off. At first he blushed, but then he laughed, especially when I complimented him on that cock of his.
Then I took it a step further. I explained that Steve and I sometimes liked to add a guy to the mix and get into a sexy threesome, might he be up for that? He grinned a wolfish grin and said he just might, liking my provocative look and manner. Now I asked, feeling bolder by the minute, whether Raul mixed it up with guys as well as girls. Here he backed off. He said he’d let a guy suck his cock and might consider fucking a guy, being sexually very open-minded, but that he wouldn’t suck cock or let himself be fucked. That disappointed me a bit since Steve and I had enjoyed a couple of torrid threesomes that were no holes barred, everyone did and was done to. But I knew Steve would still go for a scene like this, where there’d be no reciprocity, but where Steve would get to enjoy that spectacular cock we’d been talking about for the past few days. So I said I was going back to our room, where Steve had just gone, and maybe Raul would like to join us. He said sure, but first he wanted to shower, then he’d head up to our room.
A few minutes later he showed up, saying that with so many relatives there now, the showers were being used and asked if he could shower in our room instead. Of course, I told him, licking my lips as I looked over at Steve while Raul headed to the shower.
Soon we were both in the bathroom, waiting for him, when Raul stepped out of the shower, stark naked and dripping wet. And what Raul saw right away was that I and Steve were standing there, just as naked as he was,
Now we approached him, towels in hand, and started drying off his sleek, lithe smooth body. As we provocatively worked our towels over his ass, between his legs, and right over his cock we could feel that cock quickly hardening. And Raul, looking over at Steve, could see that Steve was already fully erect, his impressive cock standing up hard and straight, a beacon of virility.
Soon Raul’s cock was standing up just as straight, with me giving Steve a meaningful look as we both glanced downward. I had already glimpsed the stunning penis and now Steve could see for himself that my description hadn’t exaggerated in the least. Last time I was forced to peek at that cock through a pair of binoculars; now I was running a towel right over it! The sight and feel of it gave my goose bumps. And there was something else besides its sheer size, its length and thickness, and its steeliness. That was the angle at which it stood erect. Like Steve’s, it stood up from his taut stomach at a sharp forty-five degree angle, so hard and erect it almost pressed right up against his stomach. Some erect cocks are plenty big and plenty thick when erect, but they have just a touch of sponginess to them and stick out at a right angle, or even droop a little, rather than standing up straight, almost vertical. Those super-hard, super-virile cocks were the kind that did something special for me. Steve had a cock like that. And now I could see that this nineteen-year old Spanish tennis player did too, and his was even bigger and thicker than Steve’s; his was truly massive. I felt my blood rushing from my heart to my face to my now-soaked pussy.
“Come to bed,” I purred at the youth in my kittenish, seductive voice. And moments later Raul was between us as we pressed in on his taut, athletic body, reaching down together to stroke and tease his magnificent penis. I, who was good at making such estimates, guessed that he carried around ten stiff inches down there. And his splendid tool seemed almost as thick as my wrist. We ganged up on him now, me and Steve, as Raul just lay back, naked and happy, eyes closed, cock sticking up, obscenely erect. The two of us dragged our tongues down over his chest, teasing his nipples, then over his smooth, taut tummy until we found ourselves face to face, the spectacular shaft of his erect cock between the two of us.
Me and Steve now gazed at each other, our eyes blazing with hunger, lust, desire as, in an orgy of attentiveness, attentiveness to cock, we brought our fingertips over his taut penis, held it, stroked it, shared it, licked it together, two tongues gliding up and down from his balls to the tip and back again. We licked his cock together, then licked his balls together. We took turns, I licking his cock while Steve licked his balls, then switching.
“God! I really want to suck this cock now, don’t you, baby?” I hissed, my voice raspy with heated lust.
“Man, do I ever!” Steve groaned. “I’m hungry.”
“Hungry for cock, huh?” I gasped, nearly breathless now, as I licked my lips and then opened my mouth wide and clamped my lips around the bulbous cockhead, sucking Raul as Steve twisted the shaft in his hand, stroking the steel hard penis as I devoured it. Raul moaned and sighed, reaching down with his hands, pressing our heads against him, greedy for the oral attention, not just letting me suck him, but fucking my mouth.
“God, it tastes so fucking good!” I said after devouring him for several long minutes, then handing the cock over to Steve finally. “You suck him now, Steve, suck that cock! Let Raul see you’re just as hungry a cocksucker as I am! He’s really got a hell of a mouthful for you.”
I watched avidly as Steve took the huge cock in his hand and started to suck it. Raul, unwilling to suck cock himself, had no problem with another man sucking his, loving it, loving it as much he loved having me suck it.
“Oooooooh yeah, look how much you love sucking it. You’re such a fucking cocksucker, babe,” I hissed lewdly, my eyes and Steve’s locking as Steve wrapped his lips around the thick shaft. Somehow it really turned me on to watch Steve suck another man’s cock, a virile stud sucking another virile stud, man to man. That should come as no surprise. Everyone knows how most men freak at the thought or image of two sexy women having hot sex with each other, a mainstay of porn. Well, many of us girls have the same feeling about boy-boy sex, that’s for sure! So now with one hand I held the shaft, feeding it to Steve. With the other, I pushed down on the back of his head, wanting him to take as much as he could in his mouth and down his throat.
“You and me, Steve, we’re such a pair of cocksuckers,” I chuckled as I now moved a hand down between my own legs, feeling how wet I was down there, how soaked, my clit as hard as a marble. Staring at that gigantic steel hard cock between Steve’s lips, I suddenly felt a need. I felt a need to have that cock inside me, inside my cunt. I felt a need to get fucked! So now I flung myself on my back and spread my legs wide open, smiling sexily at the two men. Or, at nineteen, should I still be thinking of Raul as a boy? Somehow that was appealing. I loved this moment, this “here I am, come fuck me” moment when my pussy was on flaming display, wet, ready and eager. Usually it was Steve who stepped up to the plate at a moment like this, but now Raul was here and with the kind of oral stimulation his cock had been getting, no one was going to stop him from forcing that massive cock of his between those open legs, and into that raw, luscious cunt of mine.
As he slid his sleek body between my open legs, Steve took Raul’s massive cock in his hand and guided it into my pussy. Then Raul took over, working that cock inside me with one smooth, relentless plunge.
“Ohhhhhhhhhhh god!” I groaned as I savored the exquisite moment, the invasion of my cunt by this spectacular cock me and Steve had been worshiping and servicing. I now just luxuriated in the exquisite sensations of my cunt being stretched, forced open by the thick powerful shaft of Raul’s cock. Steve watched as I scissored my legs around Raul’s waist, pressed him close to me, and arched my pelvis upward to get that big cock of his deep, deep and hard, craving the stunning cock power of this lithe Spanish youth. For Steve’s money, I was the best fuck imaginable, a sensual seductress and a carnal animal wrapped in one. Now I aimed to prove that to Raul.
“He’s so big, baby, he’s so fucking thick and so hard!” I hissed, turning to Steve, sharing my feelings. There was no jealousy whatsoever between us two, each relishing the pleasure we enjoyed with others, Steve sharing in the pleasure I experienced with another man, or with a woman, and I feeling the same.
Then I looked right into Raul’s eyes.
“Fuck me, Raul, fuck me!” I groaned.
He fucked me alright, hammering me with hard steady thrusts. His cock was huge, his wiry body strong and muscled. And I was in heaven, filled as I was with ten or maybe even more inches of thick, rock hard, virile cock! He was pounding into me now as I felt his big balls slapping against my ass, the head of his cock pushing against my uterus… exactly the way I loved being fucked. “God, you feel so fucking good inside me,” I just about shrieked, bucking up to meet his hard thrusts, my cunt as filled as a cunt could be. Steve was rock hard himself, laying next to us two fuckers, me reaching out with a hand to stroke his cock. Then Steve reached out too, running his hand over Raul’s smooth, taut ass, Raul pumping away furiously, fucking me. Steve ran his hand over the ass, then down over Raul’s balls, even feeling that cock of Raul’s, hard and wet, as it thrust into me. Then Steve grazed a single finger up and down the crack between Raul’s cheeks, teasing him, wondering if Raul could be swayed to surrender that sexy ass of his to cock, as Steve knew he himself would be doing as soon as I had enough of Raul.
But I could be greedy; I sure wasn’t ready to give up this spectacular cock! So now as I kept masking in the ecstasy that cock brought me, Steve slid down behind the teen, spread his cheeks wide open and pressed his face between them, digging his tongue into the crack, and rimming Raul’s hole. He guessed Raul wouldn’t mind that. Both me and Steve are devoted bottom feeders; we love to eat ass, not just cock and pussy. “Is he licking your ass, Raul?” I gasped, “Steve loves to do that. He knows what to do with that tongue, doesn’t he?” “Yes, yes!” Raul moaned, his accented English so very sexy. “It feels so good.”
“Eat his ass, baby, eat it!” I shrieked at Steve as Raul kept up the fucking, even more furious now, no doubt inspired by the tongue snaking into his hot asshole.
Steve knew me well. He could sense my breaths coming faster and deeper, see the fine sheen of sweat on my glistening skin, the murmurs coming from my throat, the way my body was quivering, the way I was clutching Raul, meeting his thrusts; Steve knew I was close, very close. I was about to…. climax!
“Ohhhhhhhhhhhhhhh…. ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!!” came the tell-tale groans and Steve knew I had entered paradise, my orgasms always so expressive, so strong and so vivid. He quickly moved away from Raul’s ass to look at me now; he loved the look on my face at the moment of orgasm, and the moments after. I first gazed up at Raul, the stud who had made me cum, cum so strongly, then at Steve, the man who was here with me, sharing, sharing it all.
“I feel so good!” I whispered huskily, a blissful, radiant look animating my pretty face, my eyes alive with the glow of pleasure. But Steve knew me, knew me well. What I almost always wanted after experiencing a first, glorious, intense orgasm, was another one. So I was hardly ready for Raul to pull out of me. Instead, I deftly maneuvered, as I had so many times with Steve, so that our two bodies swung around, Raul below me now, I on top, straddling him. Steve knew I craved it like this, loved to ride a cock. And Raul’s steely ten inch shaft was the perfect cock to ride. Steve loved the view from behind too, my luscious ass and, below it, my pussy wrapped around a massive cock.
Slowly, I began to rock up and down on the shaft, straining to take it deep, to the balls, breathless again, groaning, flailing my head from side to side as my wanton, pleasure-loving self, my fucking self, took over again. “Oh fuck! That feels so goddamned good!” I hissed excitedly, riding him as he lay there below me, slowly thrusting up into my body as I bore down hard with my cunt, grinding against him. Steve savored the view, stroking himself, hungry again. So now he got behind us, and, starting with Raul’s big balls, licked them, then slowly and tantalizingly dragged his tongue up the length of the shaft as it pumped in and out of me until his tongue was wedged into that magic sweet spot where my pussy was clenched around Raul’s shaft, savoring the taste of pussy and cock at once. And finally, dragging his tongue even higher now, licking my asshole as he had Raul’s, when he was on top. “God yes, A big cock in my cunt, a warm, slippery tongue in my ass! What more could a horny slut ask for!” I rejoiced, fucking Raul with raw vigor, fucking him until, moments later, I came again.
“That was almost as good as the first one,” I said, finally dismounting, pulling myself away, with some reluctance from Raul’s cock. But I knew I shouldn’t be too greedy. After all there was Steve. He and his ass had yet to enjoy the fucking magic of Raul’s incredible cock.
“Okay, baby, assume the position,” I said to Steve with a knowing glance. He had assumed that position for another stud with me a few times, but many more times for me myself, after I had strapped on a dildo. I loved fucking Steve, pounding his ass, and knew how much Steve loved having that ass of his pounded.
Now Steve got up on elbows and knees for the two of us, for me and our stud boy. I somehow loved it when a man did that, assumed the position and stuck out his ass like a slut in heat. I was so often a slut in heat myself and I relished seeing a man, a masculine man, transformed into a cock-craving slut. Usually it was the other stud who stuck it out and Steve who did the fucking. But this time Steve would be the slut, and he would be the one who got fucked.
Since me and Steve were enthusiastic ass fuckers, we made sure to bring the requisite lubricant with us when we traveled together. Now Raul watched, a little amazed, as I pointedly squeezed out a big dab of slick clear gel onto my fingertips and slapped it into Steve’s ass crack, rubbing it over his hole, working more inside him with well-greased fingers. Then I told Raul to kneel behind Steve as I reached for his tool.
The pitch of my arousal by now was so intense that my hand trembled as I took hold of Raul’s magnificent cock, its girth so thick I couldn’t get my hand completely around it, the shaft so erect it felt almost metallically hard, like a length of steel tubing, but alive, SO alive! I held the stunning cock in my hand, slick and glistening from just having so thoroughly plowed my own cunt, awestruck by its size, its taut erect perfection. And there, an inch from the smooth, round cockhead, which was the size and shape of a large plum, was Steve’s asshole, so provocatively, almost obscenely exposed as he knelt there, ready and waiting, sticking out that sculpted ass of his, waiting for it. The asshole was slick from my careful lubing, puckered, and unlike a pussy, clenched and closed. It seemed almost impossible that a cock of this girth could penetrate such a puny orifice. And yet I knew it would, would the way Steve’s own impressive penis had so often penetrated my own equally clenched orifice. Raul, who admitted he had never fucked another male ass before, was powerless to resist at this point. I had him completely captivated with lust, pure raw lust.
I loved this about anal sex, about ass fucking. A pussy is designed, and looks designed, to accommodate a cock. It says “come inside, enter me, fill me!” the labia open, the cunt seeking and welcoming its visitor. But while a pussy is like an open door, an asshole is the opposite, it’s a door seemingly closed, or opened just a crack. But that little crack is so tempting, challenging the forcefulness and the virility of a cock, as though it were saying: “let’s see you try and enter, enter and fuck me, fuck my ass, fuck it if you can, fuck it if you’re hard enough. Fuck it if you’re man enough!” It was impossible for a cock to be any harder and more erect than Raul’s was right now as I began to teasingly, provocatively rub the tip against Steve’s slick, lubed hole.
“That looks so fucking good,” I growled softly, “Raul’s huge cock right up against your tight hole, Steve. You’re about to take it up your ass, you lucky boy. I just got fucked. Now you’re gonna get fucked. Fucked right up your cock loving ass.”
I loved this kind of banter, lewd and sexy, a little rough.
“Up… your… ass!” I hissed as the three of us worked as one, I holding onto Raul’s cock and guided it into the hole, Raul slowly thrusting forward to force open that hole, and Steve pushing against the thrust, hungering for it, hungering to have his ass filled with the teen’s stunningly oversized erect penis.
“Fuck his ass,” I urged Raul, looking right into his eyes, blazing with lust. Now that the cockhead was securely inside Steve, his anus clamped around it, I could let go of Raul’s cock and hold Steve’s buttocks wide open. I loved this, helping out while getting the best possible view. That first threesome in which I participated, when the other girl’s ass was being fucked by the guy that me and my girlfriend were sharing, I had especially enjoyed that part where my girlfriend was taking it up the ass and I was holding that ass of hers wide open. There was just something about the view, so sexy, somehow so pleasingly obscene, seeing the cheeks held open, the asshole dilated and stretched, clenched around the guy’s cock like a rubber band, the fucking of Debby’s ass on such vivid display. I just loved that sight. And now I was enjoying it again, courtesy of Raul’s cock and Steve’s ass.
And somehow seeing a guy fucking another guy’s ass made it even more of a turn-on, made it even sexier and more alluring for my. Gay guys, the whole gay thing, didn’t turn me on. But seeing sexy, good-looking and virile normally straight males like Steve and Raul, or bi guys, mixing it up, sucking, fucking, licking, that really brought a serious jolt to my heated clit. I’d only experienced that kind of scene with Steve, watching him slide his gorgeous, hard cock up another stud’s ass, less often watching the stud fuck Steve. But this one topped them all, the astounding view of Raul’s super-cock penetrating and now slowly working its way deeper and deeper up Steve’s ass, power fucking his now helpless male bottom. As I held him wide open like this, I leaned around so I could face Steve.
“Does it feel good, lover? Taking Raul’s big cock up your ass?”
“What do you thin?” Steve smirked, “it feels fucking incredible!”
“He loves being fucked up the ass,” I said, now looking back at Raul, the fucker, “Just like me. Steve likes taking it and doing it. Maybe someday you’ll try taking it too, Raul, taking one up your own ass. Maybe taking Steve’s.”
Raul smiled at my boldness as he fucked Steve’s ass with smooth, steady, nice rhythmic strokes. “Maybe, but not today. Today I am here to fuck you two guys.”
“And you sure as shit are fucking us!” I cackled.
Now I turned back to Steve, as I kept holding him open, my eyes so glued to the spectacular sight of Raul hammering away at Steve’s ass with his massive cock that it was hard to catch Steve’s gaze. But I did.
“You’re really a champ, Steve, my champ, taking a cock like that up the ass. It’s so goddamn raw and raunchy to watch you two studs screwing like this.”
“Well, we love to fuck, don’t we, Raul?” Steve said looking back at the gorgeous young stud who was fucking him, winking at Raul.
“We do, yes,” Raul smirked, “You love to take it in your ass, and I love to fuck an ass.” Raul’s English was almost perfect, but not quite. And his accent was charming.
“Well fuck my ass then, fuck it like you mean it,” Steve said challengingly.
“Oh shit! You two are really something else!” I gasped, amazed at their banter. I thought I was the lewd, verbal one here, urging the boys on. But they met the challenge, Raul now pushing my hands away and taking hold of Steve’s hips as he pummeled his ass.
Slowly he worked more and more of his massive shaft into Steve. My eyes locked on the sight like a pair of lasers. Steve was moaning and sighing, being brave, taking more and more cock up his ass, inch by thick inch, biting his lip, groaning. I was amazed how much Steve was taking and how much there was to take. Raul had it up Steve’s ass almost to the balls, Steve’s rectum — what I teasingly like to call his ‘mancunt’ when I fuck him –now utterly stuffed with the youth’s massively thick and incredibly steely erect penis. Almost to the balls, but not quite, as Steve reached back with a hand to stop him.
“Whew, hold it there a minute, big guy,” Steve said, catching his breath, concentrating, then asking him to resume, “okay, now. Keep it going.”
“Oh lover! You’re going to take it all the way inside, I know it, you’re doing it for me!” I said, my voice sexy and sweet, seductive and playful
“For you and for myself, babe, you know how much I love a big one,” Steve said, pushing back now until the whole ten inch shaft was buried inside him, only Raul’s balls visible, slapping against Steve’s ass, mashing against Steve’s own balls, as he buried the whole oversized penis up inside Steve. Looking down, under and behind Steve’s balls, I could see Steve’s own cock was rock hard, as always. I loved that. There were a couple of times when the two of us had hooked up with guys and Steve fucked them and their cocks stayed limp, didn’t get erect. That was sort of a turn off for meI knew that when I was getting fucked, I almost always got wet and my clit swelled up. So I figured a guy who’s getting fucked up the ass, and wanting to get fucked, should be hard too while his own ass was getting plowed. Steve never disappointed in that respect and now he was as blazingly rigid down there as Raul, his hand reaching down to slowly stroke that cock of his as he kept taking Raul’s.
My fingers were a blur between my legs, excitedly strumming my clit as I watched Raul fuck Steve up the ass. But now I craved more than my own fingers. So I again flung myself up on the bed and spread my legs wide, this time right in front of Steve’s face. He knew what was up.
“Eat me!” I demanded, pushing my pussy into his face as his tongue reached out for the tender morsel.
I loved looking down, seeing Steve lapping away between my open legs. His tongue knew my pussy intimately and the sensations were always so exquisite. To add to the my sensual pleasure, looking behind Steve now I could see Raul energetically hammering away at Steve’s ass. But even with all that, the skilled, sublime tongue on my clit, the spectacular view before my eyes, I, as was my nature, felt greedy again. Greedy for some cock of my own.
“Steve? Fuck me now. Fuck me while Raul keeps fucking your ass.”
This required Raul to pull out of Steve for a moment, Steve now sliding his body between my open legs as I reached down to work his steel hard cock into my cunt. I knew that cock of Steve’s so well. And though I’d just been thoroughly fucked by Raul and his massive member, Steve’s virile and familiar cock felt so good inside my raw and hungry cunt.
As Steve started to fuck me, I reached around and held Steve wide open for Raul, looking up over Steve’s shoulder at the sleek, nineteen-year old Spaniard, his lithe naked body covered with a fine film of sweat.
“Stick it back inside his ass now, Raul, keep fucking him,” I said, virtually ordering him as Raul slid it in again and kept pummeling away at Steve with his huge tool. Holding Steve’s cheeks open, I had my fingertips wedged so that I could touch both Steve’s widely dilated asshole, and Raul’s tautly erect penis as he thrust it inside with a deep, perfect rhythm
“Oh shit, this is heaven!” I exclaimed, feeling yet another orgasm, another sublime crescendo of pleasure building inside my. And, looking up, I could see the beads of sweat forming on Steve’s forehead, that telltale grimace on his face, the tension in his body as he drove his cock into me, that cock of his as hard as a nail. And then just as I erupted, as the sharp waves, the delirious spasms of pleasure raced through every nerve fiber of my body, I could feel Steve’s cock throbbing and knew that he, like me, was cumming. Filling my cunt with a rich bounty of his semen. Cumming!
“Yes, yes, cum with me, lover, cum with me Steve!” I shrieked pressing him so tightly to me that we felt fused as one, his cock arching and pressing against my clit at that blissful moment, only sharpening the pleasure for me, as I knew Steve always so skillfully could with the magical flair of his expert cockwork. And then something else. The moan, the sigh from Raul now as Steve could feel the massive cock begin to throb inside his ass, so deep, Raul driving the full length inside, his balls slapping, pressing against Steve’s cheeks as Raul, yearning to feel every inch of his enormous and enormously sensitive tool savoring the clenching force of Steve’s tight ass. And now Raul, too, was cumming, ejaculating a healthy load so, so deep inside Steve, bathing his ass with the fruit of his pleasure.
Many, many long minutes later, when the pleasure had finally subsided for all three of us, when all three of us basked and luxuriated in the afterglow of that pleasure, with the cocks still resting inside, one inside me, the other inside Steve, the two cocks no longer as steely, as rigid, but sill meaty, still nesting, I looked at Steve, then at Raul behind Steve, and smiled. A joyous smile of contentment.
“My two men, my two cocks. What bliss, what pure, utter bliss!”
Later, after a finally exhausted Raul had been dismissed, I knew how we two would relish the final fruits of this joyful threeway union. Steve would press his face between my legs and lovingly lap up his own semen as it spilled out of the depths of my well-exercised cunt. And I, in turn, would gaze at his raw, violated asshole, teasingly tongue the dilated sphincter, and, like a kitten hungry for some warm cream, lap up the young Spaniard’s cum as it leaked out of my lover’s exceptionally well-fucked ass.