He fucked me like a lover. His big, beefy shaft slipped in and out of my hole like a big, driving piston. Another stud appeared beside my fucker and his hand caressed my balls. A finger traced gently traced around my cock-filled hole. They smiled at each other and kissed, the one obviously turned on by the sight of his friend's big cock powering in and out of me.
Then, he moved around and pulled me back a bit so that my head hung over the end of the table. he began to fuck my mouth as they leaned forward and kissed above me.
They came almost as one, each thrusting his cock hard and deep into my mouth and asshole as they climaxed, filling me with the milk of their loins from each end.
As they withdrew from me, leaving me dripping with cream from both ends, I saw Carl on the floor, the top half of a 69, while being fucked at the same time.
I didn't get to see the climax of that coupling, as I was eager for more fuck, and someone was eager to satisfy that need.
The youngish blonde, himself only a year or two older than me was joining me on the table. He squatted on his haunches, his nice, pink cock as hard as steel and pointing straight up.
I straddled him, and lowered my butt to the tip of his cock, pausing with the tip just at my opening. I embraced him tightly and forced my cum-smeared mouth to his. His tongue invaded my mouth, and we shared a cum-smeared kiss as I lowered my ass and impaled myself upon him.
It was my turn to move, and I rode my hips up and down, fucking myself with his cock. Our mouths stayed locked together as we made love. I was one with him. Our tongues shared the nectar I had drawn from the others, my anus wet and slick with lube and the cream of joyous climax.
I rode him hard, occasionally breaking my mouth from his to urge him to climax, begging him to fill me with his cum.
"Do you like cum?" I asked.
He nodded. He was lost for words. I pressed my belly against his, giving my own cock a little squeeze with our bodies.