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.
He engulfed me with his mouth, taking me as deep as he was able, bobbing his head up and down. It edged me at least three times, slowing down, tightening his fingers around the base of my cock.
It was exquisite. Sensation after sensation demanded my full attention. My cock was all of me. I was in that moment only my cock.
You may think I'm a poetic fucking bullshitter, but that's how it felt. Two, maybe three, gold stars next to Tim's cocksucking checkmark.
When he pulled back and my cock flopped to my stomach, I gasped, longing for more, longing to cum in his mouth.
My eyes had been closed, savoring each sensation. When I felt a cold sensation, I opened my eyes and saw that Sue was lubing my ass.
"Time for him to take your ass," Megan whispered in my ear, "I know you've lost your anal cherry already, but it's his turn to be the initiator."Then she kissed me deeply, thrusting her tongue into my mouth.
Sue led Tim off the bed and spread lube on his cock. I got the idea. Getting on my hands and knees, I positioned my butt at the side of the bed. Looking back over my shoulder, I saw Sue grab Tim's cock and glide the head up and down my crack before guiding him to my waiting anus.
I tensed as he pressed the head of his cock inside me. He eased in and out several times as I was learning to control my muscles and then he moved his hips forward, sliding deeper into my smooth, warm rectum. As he pulled back slowly; I tightened my sphincter to caress his cock on the back stroke and I loosened it as he plunged in again.
Several minutes of this had me moaning.
"Harder, faster," I nearly screamed. I pounded me, his balls slapping against my thighs. Megan was under me stroking and sucking my cock. He was thrusting, panting, screaming, "Ah, fuck," as spasms surged through my cock, his hot cum exploded in my rectum.
Spent, I collapsed on the bed, and Tim rolled over on his back. Megan was deep throating me. As I thrust my hips, she pulled back and opened her mouth, taking my cum on her tongue. Some splashed on her face.
Sue moved in quickly and cleaned Megan's face with her tongue. When they kissed Sue came away with a generous supply, which she shared with Tim.
Twenty minutes later, we were all settled on stools around the island in the kitchen. Tim had tossed me a sleeveless undershirt and a purple thong. The girls were also sporting thongs. They'd slipped on our dress shirts for warmth. Sue's small breasts were hidden, but Megan made sure to leave the three top buttons unfastened so her beautiful cleavage was still on display.
Since the champagne was gone, a bottle of very expensive Scotch was in the middle of the table, and an empty shot glass was in front of each of us.
"Wearing wife-beaters, Boys?" Megan began. "Not going kinky, well more kinky, on us?"
"It's to symbolize that our wives can't be beat, Tim said. "Thanks for all your machinations that made tonight possible.
"Hear, Hear," I added, filling each glass. "To Megan and Sue."
