In this chapter, once again, the focus is on male-male action as the boys touch the remaining bases to complete the purpose for which they were pegged. If that's not your thing, please find another story that will turn you on.
The girls headed off to the master bedroom, which was on the first floor. I listened to their banter as I picked the used champagne flutes.
"I am so, so glad we set this up."
"I think the videos did the trick. We are so devious, devilish, and, of course, debauched."
"Amen to that, Sister."
"I can't believe how hard I came when—" but, damn, they were out of range and I didn't find out what Megan found so hot.
There were still some pleasant sensations tingling in my well-fucked ass, but the cum that was leaking from my butt and running down my thighs was starting to dry and was a little uncomfortable.
Tim and I headed to the kitchen arm in arm, naked as the day we were born. Our cocks were spent for the moment though not quite completely flaccid.
I deposited the flutes on the island. Tim came up behind me, slapped my butt, and then slid the palm of his hand up and down my crack.
"Don't tell Sue this," he said, "but your cocksucking was amazing, beyond anything I've ever experienced. Makes me a little anxious that I won't be able to pleasure you so expertly.
"Hey, you'll do great. You'll find it's not that hard. Difficult, I should say, because, you know IT will be extremely hard." I was trying to make light of the compliment when, in fact, I was proud as hell. "Your response told me what you liked, and I made sure to return to it. If you didn't really respond—it's funny how a real cock tells no lies—I'd drop that. Tried some things I'd always wished someone would have done to me. Seems we have similar hot buttons to push."
"Don't be afraid to tell me what you want if you're not getting it."
"I'll keep that in mind," I replied, but I found I was more curious to discover what he would create rather than giving how-to instructions.
He told me to get some plastic flutes from a cabinet just in case things got wild in the bedroom. While I did that, he filled the ice bucket from the dispenser on the frig and came back to the island. I popped the second cork.
Tim took a cube from the bucket and brought it to my right, then my left nipple. He then sucked each of them in turn. The contrast of cold ice and hot mouth was an arousing sensation.
"Works great on balls and cocks, too," he said, "but our cocks are taking a little rest period right now." I didn't want to break the mood by telling him that it was not exactly new to me.
Armed with buckets, champagne, and flutes, we headed to the bedroom.
Though the girls were involved in some hot action on the bed, Megan impaling her ass on Sue's strap-on, perhaps inspired by the performance of Tim and me, we both burst out laughing when we saw the whiteboard that Sue had set up on the dresser.
Tim poured us each a glass of champagne, and we sipped as we scanned Sue's creation.
The chart had two columns, one for Tim and one for me. In my column I had checkmarks for "Sucked Cock," "Cock Up the Ass," "Fingered Asshole," and "Huge Cum Shot." I had one gold star for "Sucked Cock" and two for "Cock Up the Ass," probably for the audacity to impale myself on Tim's cock. Tim had checks and gold stars for "Fucked Ass" and "Penis Endurance,"
"Sue's a hot vixen in bed, but a kindergarten teacher at heart," he mused. "Still a lot of unchecked boxes.
I scanned the list. "Analingus," and "Cock Came in Mouth" caught my eye.
"Let's hit the shower," Tim said. "Let's get my cum off you." He refilled his glass and picked up six of the cubes. I refilled my glass and headed in.
Pretty impressive bathroom with a huge walk-in shower. He had the water going and told me, "Rest your arms on the counter and bend over." I had an idea what he was up to, so I wasn't surprised when he slid three ice cubes into my butt. A most pleasant sensation. Fortunately, they were the rounded kind.
Tim handed me the other three cubes and bent over the counter, so I could slip them into his ass. I thought of joking that the play should have been named "The Iceman C-U-M-E-T-H," but I wasn't sure how literary he was.
The shower was relaxing. For a while I sat on the bench built into the wall, sipped my champagne, and watched him wash. When he got to his cock and balls, I got up and took the washcloth from him and gave his genitals a lingering massage and soaping. We took turns using the pulsating hand wand turned up to max on each other's cocks, balls, and ass cracks. Of course, we were soon both fully erect. He dropped to his knees and briefly sucked my cock—a preview of what was to come. Or in my case, cum. Damn, it was just a tease because he stopped and stood back up. Guess he didn't want to miss his checkmark and perhaps a gold star or two since we not on stage.
Do I sound too casual? Don't worry. We're about to turn up the heat. But I was feeling really great. You can call be gay, a faggot, a homo, or whatever you want. I wasn't going to fall in love with Tim. Hell, I barely knew him, but he sure seemed like a great Fuck Buddy. Suspected we'd be fucking a lot in coming days and weeks. We were getting off on pleasuring each other. It was both mind-blowing, and, though it might sound trivial, just fucking fun.
The wives were taking a break, leaning back against the headboard of the huge king bed and sipping champagne.
"Erect dicks," quipped Sue. "Must have been a great shower."
"Not all that great," added Megan, "or those dicks would be limp."
"Tim didn't want to miss any checkmarks or gold starts," I pointed out. I lay on my back on the bed and spread my legs for easy access. I lifted my cock to the vertical. Though we'd been non-verbal to this point, I said, "Tim, suck my cock."
I didn't have to say it twice. He crawled across the bed and began by lightly fingering my balls and running the tips of his fingers up and down my shaft. He gently pulled my foreskin down over the ridge of my head. When a huge drop of precum emerged from my slit, he grasped my shaft with one hand and with the tip of finger on this other hand, slowly coated the head of my cock until it glistened—just like in the video image burned into my mind, only this time the cock was mine. His lips tightened around my head, and his tongue licked me clean. He lowered his mouth, taking in the first three inches. His teeth grazed the soft skin of my shaft. He pulled back until his lips slid firmly over my head. He lapped the sensitive underside of my cock with the flat of his tongue until my shaft was coated in his saliva. He lightly sucked on one of my balls, then the other, before hefting both on his tongue.
