Tony had something special in mind when he phoned me to say for me to be at his place at ten.
I could tell, it was something about the tone of his voice.
Ever since we met he has been a darling. He is forever pampering and complimenting me, saying things like; "You are the best thing since sliced bread" and I have to admit that is nice.
I usually reply to the tune that I only like whole meal bread and that is when he gets terribly nitty-gritty.
It is our banter with each other that usually starts the ball rolling, especially his when he replies; "I love the way you make a whole meal of me!"
He is as much to me as I guess I am to him and even if he is a little perverted in his method sometimes I go along with it and usually find in the end I enjoy it.
I've gotten used to his surprises; it is part of what Tony is all about.
I guess because we are that close that being together is enjoying each other's company to the full, so if he enjoys something new, that usually arises when we are in the midst of deep bonding, I aim to let him fulfill his enjoyment and know that eventually I will come around to it.
Like now I am what he calls, a fully-fledged servant in the mode of a particular role- play exercise when he is the master and I the servant, and woe betide me if I am naughty.
The first time I received my punishment for being subordinate attracted three lashes of a cane across my buttocks, me placed neatly over his lap presenting myself in the way he loves, and feeling the consequence of that painful sting.
But with what followed it was well worth the soreness and I guess I grew accustomed to the occasional spanking when he was in that mood.
As much as I liked to be tied like a prize turkey ready for stuffing, it was all part of the wonderful sensations we shared.
So when he phoned with that certain lustful tone in his voice I was prepared for anything. And that is what made it so very exciting and thrilling knowing Tony, because he was always unpredictable and never boring,
But over the three months we had been fucking it was always on a one to one sharing basis, with a slight variation the second time we met, he had a notion about how it may be to have a woman join us. I had never been a bisexual guy but when he phoned me first as he always did, making an arrangement for us to meet and shag, he sort of hinted there may be a girl, so I went along with it on the premise that maybe I may just adapt to a threesome of that kind, that is could be a learning curve and so I went for i
Trust Tony to have a laugh at my expense. Meeting me at the door he invited me in as always, giving me the welcome hug and squeeze in the Netherlands and guiding me into the lounge to meet sweet Cynthia.
There was I all perked up and ready for anything. Guess what? -well this was the time I discovered that Tony had a weird sense of humour when he introduced me to 'Cynthia' perched seductively and quite naked on the settee.
"You fucking pervert! I yelled when he prompted me to shake hands with a blow up doll and we both shook with raucous laughter.
"You'd better expect anything of me" Tony said with a very mischievous look. "I thought you would enjoy, don't worry though, I'm not bi. Not even with dolls so any suggestions what we could do with Cynthia?"
We tried strange things that would never work, seeing Tony masturbate into a gross looking dolls mouth did nothing for me and, as it turned out, for him neither.
I guess I should have known then Tony was looking for a third party to enhance our relationship.
"Forget the doll and let me do that" I interrupted snatching his ripe cock from Cynthia's synthetic mouth.
"This is for real" I purred placing myself comfortably to take his splendour fully into my mouth. As always it felt good and I so loved to enjoy Tony in this way. It was always the perfect prelim to our sensual extravaganza's and when we both enjoyed mutual sucking I felt the soothing of sucking and being sucked. It felt like luxury being with Tony and he never failed to please. I adored his little habits like the way he teased my balls when prizing my foreskin away from my plum, the way he slapped me on each thigh as he worked my cock for the best oral insertion, then the way he beckoned me to open my thighs when I felt the delicious sensation of his fingertips teasing along the stretch of skin between my balls and asshole, as he still fully sucked me to oblivion, giving me the most rapturous sensations as he began to rim and stretch me in preparation for the entry of that wonderful heavenly length of masculinity probing deep into my mouth.
I'd mastered the art of 'deep throat' which took some clever maneuvering, bending and stretching and eventually, when it happened, holding my breath to enjoy the sensation - and then in having to take a breather and pushing it out, I heard his joy and when he yelled; 'again' I gave him what he wanted,
As I sucked his delicious cock tasting of sea salt and feeling so gorgeously flexible as I worked it in my mouth and throat, I imagined that soon it would be thrusting into me like a piston engine. His stiffness was constant like his fuck and I felt it belonged there inside me. The way he stopped and paused awhile to let us both feel the throb of our fuck, the way he whispered dirty in my ear as he started to fully fuck me again on all fours briskly and deeply, and always managing to give me an extra thrill by stiff wanking me until I yelled with absolute gusto, feeling like I was exploding like a volcano as he finished his fuck of me with a final deep and herd thrust, that felt he was going right through me.
But back to the present I drove to Tony's place wondering what prompted that certain sound I sensed when he phoned me. It was like when he surprised me with the blow up doll which, by the way ended up in the dustbin marked recyclable. We both laughed when we saw the refuge collector wrapping it up and putting it into a plastic carrier bag with a certain lusty look on his face.
I could only conclude that Tony had something up his sleeve or wherever to make our session together more thrilling, although it was never boring, quite the contrary, but Tony's unpredictable ways had become standard, but I never would have imagined that I would meet another guy on arrival, when I expected there would be just the two of us to indulge into our sexual encounters, when he would greet mean after serving coffee would unzip my jeans, open me up and get down to the business he performed so well, with me being simply all cock, balls and ass for his indulgence.
We had never ever discussed threesomes so what was Tony up to? I was quite happy with our twosome but suddenly I was thinking that Tony wasn't and he wanted more.
He obviously saw the confusion in my expression and after introducing me to Richard, who was quite nice I guess, he said that Richard would just like to watch.
I was flabbergasted. More flabbered than ghasted I can tell you hearing Tony say that. I steered him into the kitchen away from Richard's ears.
"I know you like kinky occasionally" I told Tony. "But this - I can go along with most things we do and I have to admit that usually I take to a new venture - which is always exciting with you but this?"
"Look Alex, just pretend he is not there that's all. I owe him one for saving my life, you remember when I told you about the time I nearly drowned and this guy saved me? Well it was Richard. We just happened to get talking about our lifestyles, and you came into the picture - the rest is history."
"And still history in the making!" I retaliated still not certain I liked the idea of someone gawping over us as we fucked.
But just one deep kiss form Tony with me leaning against the kitchen sink did it and I was all his, That's the effect he had on me,
"Just this once and if it doesn't work, that's it?" he said.