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He waddled down to the end of the driveway as I pulled in, with his cellphone in one hand. With the other, he gave me a thumbs up and smiled yet again. Before turning away, he grabbed his crotch. A wet spot marked the spot in his blue sweat pants that his hard dick had just kissed. He turned back, his butt cheeks wobbling wildly with each step toward the house. Damn, that ass.
Following it had got me here, in more ways than one. I'd first seen it heading toward one of two men's restrooms in the complex I was parked in front of, just off the highway. We'll call it a "cruising spot." But all I knew was that the two urinals in the men's room were positioned perfectly to sneak a peek at the gentleman's junk next to you. Or more. Which had not happened, at least for me. But hey, the thrill of discovery and all.
I had been there about 15 minutes, stopping to finish a snack in the parking lot near the end of a long drive back home on business. No one of interest had come in or out. Then a car door slam nearby, and a man started up the walk to the building. I was a good distance away, but he was hard to miss: a little over 6 feet tall, probably mid-40s to mid-50s – quite older than me – with thinning brown hair and a thick moustache. His head, though, looked weirdly skinny and misplaced on his body, which immediately expanded horizontally from his neck down. A blue sweatshirt clung to his wide upper torso, its bottom cinch struggling to stay below the fat of his belly that expanded around his hips like an inner tube. And about those hips: They were noticeably wide, like a woman's, and also testing his wardrobe thanks to a pronounced, round, unmissable ass. Each cheek jiggled as he ambled up the path. He reached for his waistband as his pants struggled to cover his ass crack. I had to follow him in.
After allowing him enough of a head start to appear inconspicuous, I walked into the restroom. The urinals were empty. He had opted for the single stall, where he was doing his business. Dammit. I strode to the urinal and did mine, too.
We finished at about the same time, and he soon started washing his hands next to me. He caught my attention in the mirror and smiled.
"Great weekend ahead, eh? Any big plans?" It was a Friday. I told him I was looking forward to taking it easy. Something something about the same thing on his end.
"So where's home for you?" he said. It wasn't far, just another half-hour or so down the highway. Enough to be far enough from the people I knew but close enough to know my bearings. I was still in my professional-looking clothes, giving off a little "k** playing dress-up" vibe. I noticed his tits were so tight against his shirt that you could see his nipples through the thick cotton.
We finished up at the hand-dryers and stepped outside. He gently touched my shoulder from behind.
"You should come meet my partner," he said, almost shushing himself, though we had the place to ourselves. "It's not safe here. But we have all the privacy in the world. Just follow me, I'll show you."
So … cop? Something worse? I assessed the risk in my head. Following him down the highway, I could turn away at any time, without a trace. And a "partner?" I'd never had a three-way before. And his brand of chubby old bear was certainly a fantasy of mine that had just invited itself to reality.
So, there I was in his driveway. The house was secluded but just off the main road. Behind it was a lake. Weird spot for a sting operation, but maybe not the weirdest. I took a deep breath and opened the front screen door.
The inside was smallish, cotemporary without being modern. It was open, with a so-so lake view past the living/kitchen area I had stepped into. I could see into just about all the rooms, with only a few closed doors. His back was to me as the beer bottles he was collecting clinked into the trash can. He turned with a gentle, prolonged hi.
"Oh, man, do you want one?" He turned to the fridge and grabbed three long-neck beers with one hand. He uncapped two and gestured for me to sit at the table in front of us. We took our first sips.
"Lou will be out in just a second." He was nervous, almost out of breath. Smiles for days. He leaned back and rolled up his sleeves. "Boy, you are sure hot. I'm happy we could make this work." He touched my arm. His forearm was hairy. I took another sip. A door opened to my right, startling us.
Emerging from a door off the bedroom came a figure with a white towel for a skirt, another towel being worked a head of shoulder-length hair, and a two-strapped red shirt somehow nudging in two gigantic breasts that became everything in the room. Well, Lou was a woman.
Lou was about his age, maybe a little younger. Her hair was stringy from the shower. She sat down in the chair between us and uncapped her beer. From the sound and scent of her cordial hello, I could tell it wasn't her first round today.
They caught up a bit as a nervously swigged my beer. What was the expectation here? I was not opposed to sex with women, though it had been a few years. What if I couldn't "perform?" I kept sipping, knowing full well that probably wouldn't help.
She had placed her hand on his thigh as they spoke. Now that he was seated, I could tell even just one of his legs was thicker than my entire waistline. She was built about the same, but much more top-heavy.
"Another drink for our guest?" he said, sliding out of his chair and fetching another bottle for me. As I gestured in recognition, he bent down to kiss Lou, each open-mouthed and messy-tongued. He began rubbing the side of her bosom with one hand, then joining with his other until he had cupped both like a giant tough bounty. He looked over as I drank.
"Our friend here has had a long drive today. Let's help him relax a bit."
As I stayed seated, Lou moved behind me and began massaging my neck with her still-damp hands. I could feel her breasts pressed into my back as she dug in.
He walked over and placed a hand on my inner thigh, scooting my body to face him. He had a good 5 inches of height and 200 pounds of heft on me, so it wasn't necessarily a strain for him. He leaned down and pushed his wet tongue through my lips. The beer smell of his moustache overtook me as it bristled against me. We continued as he traced his finger along both of my thighs. My heart leapt as it gently brushed past my balls. Maybe performance wouldn't be an issue.
"I think we can relax him more," Lou said, standing upright. He lifted his head. I heard their lips meet again above me, my face now pressed between her soft tits and his. I could almost taste the remnants of detergent on his sweatshirt, expressed from the heat of his chest beneath it. It was clear he was untying the straps on her shirt behind me. I felt her breasts plop on me as they were freed. She pressed them against the side of my head.
"Why don't you have a look?" he said, as I stood up and turned.
Her tits were gleaming white, spilling down her front and sides and nearly fully concealing anything else on her chest. Her round pink nipples rested just above her belly button, itself pressed out by a thick belly.
I caressed her tits in tandem – I'd never seen a pair this big, let alone had the privilege of having them at my disposal. I traced the outside of her left nipple with the very tip of my tongue, then moved to the other, making soft circles. She leaned her head back. Beside us, I could hear him sliding off his sweatpants and setting them aside. Now that is what I had come to see. But damn if I wasn't preoccupied at the moment.
Lou stepped backward into the open doorway of the bedroom and rested on the edge of the bed. As I continued to nuzzle her tits, she moved aside the remnants of her shirt and unwrapped the towel around her legs. She leaned back, each of her tits spilling to the side around her belly. Before me, a naturally smooth fat pad. She lifted each leg onto the bed, so her feet rested flat, knees in the air. I peeked around – no sign of her other half. Might as well make the most of her pussy, if that's what they brought me here for.
I unbuttoned my shirt, threw it to the floor and dove in. My tongue traced around her thick pussy lips, my nose capturing the leftover dampness from her shower. Making my tongue thick, I penetrated her slowly. She grabbed my hand and placed it on her tit. I played with her nipple, toying, gently. She moaned slow and long.
"Go for the top," said a voice somewhere behind me. "That's what gets her."
Yeah, Lou responded in a breath. I wanted to see where the voice came from, but I had a job to do. I continued my tongue deeper into her crack, my cheeks starting to squish with the wetness building up. I pulled away, wiped my chin, and started in with two fingers. They slipped and slid. Her legs stiffened, her moan turning into a squeal. Found it.
By now my fingers had gotten so wet they had had started to raisin. I dove back in with my tongue, her juices dribbling down my face as I knelt next to the bedside.
It's probably a good time to emphasize my complete lack of experience here, and the way the end of the bed had started to soil gave me pause. As did the fact that Lou had gone quiet, though her body continued to gyrate and spasm. It was a Niagara Falls down here. I looked up.
Just over the hills of Lou's curves I saw the long, dark ass crack of her other half, hair tufting around the ends of the cheeks and cascading a good foot high up his back. His legs straddled her chest, pushing her tits together. I could just make out the slight mustiness of his hole and the hairy end seam of his sack as he presumably fed her his cock. Here was the ass I had come here for.
I stepped back, listening to the gurgling sounds and the soft "Yeah, yeah, yeahs" coming from his as he hovered over her on all fours, his ass cheeks slowly clenching as though he was attempting pushups, unsuccessfully. I wiped my face again on my shirt on the floor and slid off my shoes and socks. Then I reconsidered. Was this it?
He sat up on his knees, his back to me, as Lou gasped back for free air. He turned around, his hairy tit swinging in my direction as he pointed his finger at me.
"You, sir, are overdressed."
A beat passed. I unbuckled my belt and slid down my pants. As they both attempted to collect themselves, Lou patted the spot on the mattress next to her as he rolled off with a heavy sigh. She scooted back – "Right here," she said, patting again.
I climbed onto the bed and lay on my back. My cock was only semi-hard in my boxer-briefs, half-excited, half-stunned. Lou turned onto her side next to me and nibbled on my ear as her hand slid down my chest to my waist, then back up. Her finger made a circle around my nipple, which sent chills of anticipation through my back.
"You are a cute one," she said, her hand now adventuring down my thighs, still avoiding my covered package.
He had rolled off the bed and walked away, emerging shortly while wiping the sweat off his head with a towel. I noticed embroidery: "Charles," in cursive script. His chest was a s**ttered forest of thick brown brush, with his tits resting high on it. His nipples were pink and startlingly hairless, like peaks above the brushline, and pointed slightly toward the side. The hair trail continued down and over his round belly, which itself spilled sideways near his waist. The head of his cock was fat, red, like an explorer who had just now emerged from the jungle and was waiting for backup between his thick and jigglesome thighs. I was pretty sure he hadn't cum yet, thank goodness.
Charles parked himself on the edge of the bed, massaging my left foot as Lou drew invisible doodles in my short chest hair. He offered his towel. I touched it to my face. Salty.
"Let's see what we're working with," said Charles, leaning over with a grunt. With both hands, he grabbed either side of my waistband and slid down my underwear. My cock followed, then popped out and thudded back against my chest, hard. As Lou slipped my underwear around my feet, I felt the fabric already wet with my precum.
"May I?" Charles asked, his breath sharp against the head of my cock. I nodded.
With the tip of his tongue, he began tracing the curves of my cock head, cascading down the shaft and back up, swirling around the slit, much in the way I had been pleasuring Lou. He worked his way down to my balls, the edges of his stache tickling my cock in a way that caused it to spasm, slightly, leaving a shining bulb of precum at the tip. We all stared at it for what seemed like hours, like it was about to evolve. Never before had I had anyone, let alone two people, let alone a couple, stare at my cock in that intimate way. The gob of precum began to descend down to the ridge of my cock head. As it hit the shaft, Lou scooped it with one finger – again, chills down my back. She licked the clear liquid off her finger, then began lapping around my shaft. Her soft tit pressed against my thigh. Charles continued on my balls, licking, gently sucking, filling in the only spots in that region that were not yet sticky wet. I closed my eyes.
Please, please, please don't cum.
As unsure I was of this arrangement, I was surely sure that getting my cock into Charles' wide and spacious ass, sliding it through those big cheeks, was my chief operating principle. It was also the last thing I could thing about – the thought and steering his massive hips toward me as I thrusted my cock inside of him sent my cock into another quick spasm. No! My face grimaced. I could definitely hold this back. I could definitely … his ankles on my shoulders, his ballsack flapping against my chest. Another grimace, hard. I could feel Lou slurp up the small wads as I continued resisting myself. I felt Charles' hand in my hair, his other hand jacking his short cock in quick swishes.
"I'm SO READY," he whispered into my ear.
"Oh god baby," he said louder.
He lifted his knee over my legs as if to climb onto me as Lou rolled over to my side. He stood up on his knees, his cock red and bulbous, and motioned Lou to shift backward. She moved herself nearly upright against the pillows as he trudged her direction. He twisted his nipple as he stroked his cock over her chest. Yeah baby, she said, twisting his other nipple.
He looked down. His cock – now twice as thick as before, bigger than the fist around it – shot a stream of white cum onto Lou's collarbone. She cupped her breasts in her arm to gather the next shots, leaving small dabs of semen across her tits, some beginning to slide down into her cleavage.
"Yeah, yeah," he moaned in a high pitch, then collapsed back onto his rear on the bedside. Lou traced the outlines of the biggest wads.
I'd seen this scenario in movies online, but never did I think it would play out before me, with another man's jizz sliding down bare tits just inches from my face. Was this real? I could feel the slight alcohol buzz kick in as my heart rate picked up. What's next?
"I bet you can do better than that," said Charles, catching his breath. He caressed Lou's thigh. "I know you've got a lot pent up. Show me."
I got up and walked over to their side of the bed. Lou cupped her cum-covered tits toward me as I stroked. Charles sat up next to her, still whispering for me to show them.
I stroked fervently. My cock was so wet, maybe harder than I'd ever felt it. I felt a ping of fear again that I wouldn't be able to cum, after I had tried so hard not to just minutes before. Lou cupped her tits toward me. I closed my eyes.
I felt my erect dick start to stiffen to its hardest, the feeling just before orgasm. Here it comes! And then … nothing. Just that feeling of hardness. Almost aching. I opened my eyes. Did I break something inside?
I first caught sight of the line of cum running down Charles' face, a solid line from his bald spot down his sideburn and onto his neck. I turned to Lou. Three similar lines of cum, on her arm, her collarbone, and another ending just near her right nipple. She was looking backward. I adjusted and felt the next shots pump out with actual relief, gobs of white ejaculate that dripped from my furious cock head onto her tits. I put my cock against the pale skin of her tits, painting her soft breasts and mixing my seed with Charles' as I made sure no drop hit the bedsheets. It wouldn't stop coming out of me. But Lou's head was still turned.
"Oh no," I said. "I didn't get it in your eye?"
"NO!" she exclaimed, turning back to me then pointing behind her. "You hit the wall!"
Sure enough, a six-inch streak of cum stained the beige wall to the other side of the bed, a good 10 feet away.
"Well I'll be," Charles said. "You sure were pent up! You sure were!"
I collapsed on my back next to Lou, my dick still pointing straight up, where it would stay for at least a few more minutes. After inspecting the wall (and wiping it down), Charles and Lou joined me. We lay facing the ceiling, sharing the remnants of a beer that had made it into the room at some point. I closed my eyes again. This was hard work.
I woke up probably 10 minutes later, having dozed, still next to Lou and Charles. They were chatting, slowly and quietly, still on their backs as well. One of Lou's tits, fully glazed, was resting against my forearm, cum having dripped onto me. I sat up and wiped it. Probably time to go.
"Hey," I said. "OK if I use your restroom a second?" I still had a decent distance to drive to get home, and the beers were making themselves known. I headed toward what I thought was the bathroom door.
"Not so fast, sir," said Charles, sitting up.
Uh oh.
Were they mad about the wall? Maybe this was where they'd be like, whoops, sorry sonny, we're cops after all. Or something weirder/worse.
He offered his hand to help up Lou, then ended up pulling her with both arms.
"Let's show you," he said.
They walked past the door I was about to open (likely a closet … faux pas avoided!) and to another around a short corner. I stepped in behind them.
Lou knelt in the bathtub, her back against the tiled wall. Charles stood over her, outside the tub, fishing his small cock through the crusty hair around it. He took a step toward the tub, arched his back, and let a short stream of piss out onto Lou. Then another short spurt, washing away some of the drying ejaculate.
"You could help clean all of this up, if you came all this way," Lou said.
Oh, double entendre!
I moseyed over to the tub. Lou's tits glistened with jizz and a small coating of Charles' piss. He let out a few more spurts. Then the stream started in full.
Well, this is what I was hoping to see the first time, in a way. I held my dick toward Lou. It was ragged, half-hard still. Miraculously, the stream of clear piss came out like a jet. I let it flow all over Lou's breasts as she held them in her hands, my path crossing with Charles'. His aim wasn't as accurate.
In a split-second, he bent over, open-mouthed, catching the flow before it hit Lou. He turned to lick the liquids off Lou's bosom as my stream continued. This was not what I had expected when we first met!
He nudged over and took my cock in his mouth, sucking the head as he bobbed. By now I had stopped going, maybe to his disappointment. I was hard.
"Turn around," I said.
He stood, smirked, and leaned around, allowing me full access to his wild and gigantic ass. I slid my hardening cock up from the bottom of his crack, pushing upward, feeling the totality of his sweaty, hairy crack. It was surprisingly smooth as I thrusted up and down. I put my hands on his hips, pushing his basketball-size cheeks together around my cock as I slid through it – much as he likely did to Lou's tits, or aspired to. It was incredible.
Charles shifted backward. For a moment, the head of my cock hit the edge of his hole, then popped back out into the morass of his slippery crack. He moaned. I thrusted.
The same tight feeling overtook my lower torso as a short while before. This time, I wouldn't fight it. I glanced at Lou, who smiled deviantly.
Small quick gobs of my cum shot to the top of Charles' ass crack. I pulled out, depositing the rest of my ejaculate on his lower back. It didn't have the distance or volume as earlier, but boy was it powerful. I stepped back, unsure if I'd pass out, as I milked the last of my cum onto my hand.
Charles stepped over, leaning slowly until he had just about pressed his forehead to mine. He exhaled.
"I'm glad you followed me."
Following it had got me here, in more ways than one. I'd first seen it heading toward one of two men's restrooms in the complex I was parked in front of, just off the highway. We'll call it a "cruising spot." But all I knew was that the two urinals in the men's room were positioned perfectly to sneak a peek at the gentleman's junk next to you. Or more. Which had not happened, at least for me. But hey, the thrill of discovery and all.
I had been there about 15 minutes, stopping to finish a snack in the parking lot near the end of a long drive back home on business. No one of interest had come in or out. Then a car door slam nearby, and a man started up the walk to the building. I was a good distance away, but he was hard to miss: a little over 6 feet tall, probably mid-40s to mid-50s – quite older than me – with thinning brown hair and a thick moustache. His head, though, looked weirdly skinny and misplaced on his body, which immediately expanded horizontally from his neck down. A blue sweatshirt clung to his wide upper torso, its bottom cinch struggling to stay below the fat of his belly that expanded around his hips like an inner tube. And about those hips: They were noticeably wide, like a woman's, and also testing his wardrobe thanks to a pronounced, round, unmissable ass. Each cheek jiggled as he ambled up the path. He reached for his waistband as his pants struggled to cover his ass crack. I had to follow him in.
After allowing him enough of a head start to appear inconspicuous, I walked into the restroom. The urinals were empty. He had opted for the single stall, where he was doing his business. Dammit. I strode to the urinal and did mine, too.
We finished at about the same time, and he soon started washing his hands next to me. He caught my attention in the mirror and smiled.
"Great weekend ahead, eh? Any big plans?" It was a Friday. I told him I was looking forward to taking it easy. Something something about the same thing on his end.
"So where's home for you?" he said. It wasn't far, just another half-hour or so down the highway. Enough to be far enough from the people I knew but close enough to know my bearings. I was still in my professional-looking clothes, giving off a little "k** playing dress-up" vibe. I noticed his tits were so tight against his shirt that you could see his nipples through the thick cotton.
We finished up at the hand-dryers and stepped outside. He gently touched my shoulder from behind.
"You should come meet my partner," he said, almost shushing himself, though we had the place to ourselves. "It's not safe here. But we have all the privacy in the world. Just follow me, I'll show you."
So … cop? Something worse? I assessed the risk in my head. Following him down the highway, I could turn away at any time, without a trace. And a "partner?" I'd never had a three-way before. And his brand of chubby old bear was certainly a fantasy of mine that had just invited itself to reality.
So, there I was in his driveway. The house was secluded but just off the main road. Behind it was a lake. Weird spot for a sting operation, but maybe not the weirdest. I took a deep breath and opened the front screen door.
The inside was smallish, cotemporary without being modern. It was open, with a so-so lake view past the living/kitchen area I had stepped into. I could see into just about all the rooms, with only a few closed doors. His back was to me as the beer bottles he was collecting clinked into the trash can. He turned with a gentle, prolonged hi.
"Oh, man, do you want one?" He turned to the fridge and grabbed three long-neck beers with one hand. He uncapped two and gestured for me to sit at the table in front of us. We took our first sips.
"Lou will be out in just a second." He was nervous, almost out of breath. Smiles for days. He leaned back and rolled up his sleeves. "Boy, you are sure hot. I'm happy we could make this work." He touched my arm. His forearm was hairy. I took another sip. A door opened to my right, startling us.
Emerging from a door off the bedroom came a figure with a white towel for a skirt, another towel being worked a head of shoulder-length hair, and a two-strapped red shirt somehow nudging in two gigantic breasts that became everything in the room. Well, Lou was a woman.
Lou was about his age, maybe a little younger. Her hair was stringy from the shower. She sat down in the chair between us and uncapped her beer. From the sound and scent of her cordial hello, I could tell it wasn't her first round today.
They caught up a bit as a nervously swigged my beer. What was the expectation here? I was not opposed to sex with women, though it had been a few years. What if I couldn't "perform?" I kept sipping, knowing full well that probably wouldn't help.
She had placed her hand on his thigh as they spoke. Now that he was seated, I could tell even just one of his legs was thicker than my entire waistline. She was built about the same, but much more top-heavy.
"Another drink for our guest?" he said, sliding out of his chair and fetching another bottle for me. As I gestured in recognition, he bent down to kiss Lou, each open-mouthed and messy-tongued. He began rubbing the side of her bosom with one hand, then joining with his other until he had cupped both like a giant tough bounty. He looked over as I drank.
"Our friend here has had a long drive today. Let's help him relax a bit."
As I stayed seated, Lou moved behind me and began massaging my neck with her still-damp hands. I could feel her breasts pressed into my back as she dug in.
He walked over and placed a hand on my inner thigh, scooting my body to face him. He had a good 5 inches of height and 200 pounds of heft on me, so it wasn't necessarily a strain for him. He leaned down and pushed his wet tongue through my lips. The beer smell of his moustache overtook me as it bristled against me. We continued as he traced his finger along both of my thighs. My heart leapt as it gently brushed past my balls. Maybe performance wouldn't be an issue.
"I think we can relax him more," Lou said, standing upright. He lifted his head. I heard their lips meet again above me, my face now pressed between her soft tits and his. I could almost taste the remnants of detergent on his sweatshirt, expressed from the heat of his chest beneath it. It was clear he was untying the straps on her shirt behind me. I felt her breasts plop on me as they were freed. She pressed them against the side of my head.
"Why don't you have a look?" he said, as I stood up and turned.
Her tits were gleaming white, spilling down her front and sides and nearly fully concealing anything else on her chest. Her round pink nipples rested just above her belly button, itself pressed out by a thick belly.
I caressed her tits in tandem – I'd never seen a pair this big, let alone had the privilege of having them at my disposal. I traced the outside of her left nipple with the very tip of my tongue, then moved to the other, making soft circles. She leaned her head back. Beside us, I could hear him sliding off his sweatpants and setting them aside. Now that is what I had come to see. But damn if I wasn't preoccupied at the moment.
Lou stepped backward into the open doorway of the bedroom and rested on the edge of the bed. As I continued to nuzzle her tits, she moved aside the remnants of her shirt and unwrapped the towel around her legs. She leaned back, each of her tits spilling to the side around her belly. Before me, a naturally smooth fat pad. She lifted each leg onto the bed, so her feet rested flat, knees in the air. I peeked around – no sign of her other half. Might as well make the most of her pussy, if that's what they brought me here for.
I unbuttoned my shirt, threw it to the floor and dove in. My tongue traced around her thick pussy lips, my nose capturing the leftover dampness from her shower. Making my tongue thick, I penetrated her slowly. She grabbed my hand and placed it on her tit. I played with her nipple, toying, gently. She moaned slow and long.
"Go for the top," said a voice somewhere behind me. "That's what gets her."
Yeah, Lou responded in a breath. I wanted to see where the voice came from, but I had a job to do. I continued my tongue deeper into her crack, my cheeks starting to squish with the wetness building up. I pulled away, wiped my chin, and started in with two fingers. They slipped and slid. Her legs stiffened, her moan turning into a squeal. Found it.
By now my fingers had gotten so wet they had had started to raisin. I dove back in with my tongue, her juices dribbling down my face as I knelt next to the bedside.
It's probably a good time to emphasize my complete lack of experience here, and the way the end of the bed had started to soil gave me pause. As did the fact that Lou had gone quiet, though her body continued to gyrate and spasm. It was a Niagara Falls down here. I looked up.
Just over the hills of Lou's curves I saw the long, dark ass crack of her other half, hair tufting around the ends of the cheeks and cascading a good foot high up his back. His legs straddled her chest, pushing her tits together. I could just make out the slight mustiness of his hole and the hairy end seam of his sack as he presumably fed her his cock. Here was the ass I had come here for.
I stepped back, listening to the gurgling sounds and the soft "Yeah, yeah, yeahs" coming from his as he hovered over her on all fours, his ass cheeks slowly clenching as though he was attempting pushups, unsuccessfully. I wiped my face again on my shirt on the floor and slid off my shoes and socks. Then I reconsidered. Was this it?
He sat up on his knees, his back to me, as Lou gasped back for free air. He turned around, his hairy tit swinging in my direction as he pointed his finger at me.
"You, sir, are overdressed."
A beat passed. I unbuckled my belt and slid down my pants. As they both attempted to collect themselves, Lou patted the spot on the mattress next to her as he rolled off with a heavy sigh. She scooted back – "Right here," she said, patting again.
I climbed onto the bed and lay on my back. My cock was only semi-hard in my boxer-briefs, half-excited, half-stunned. Lou turned onto her side next to me and nibbled on my ear as her hand slid down my chest to my waist, then back up. Her finger made a circle around my nipple, which sent chills of anticipation through my back.
"You are a cute one," she said, her hand now adventuring down my thighs, still avoiding my covered package.
He had rolled off the bed and walked away, emerging shortly while wiping the sweat off his head with a towel. I noticed embroidery: "Charles," in cursive script. His chest was a s**ttered forest of thick brown brush, with his tits resting high on it. His nipples were pink and startlingly hairless, like peaks above the brushline, and pointed slightly toward the side. The hair trail continued down and over his round belly, which itself spilled sideways near his waist. The head of his cock was fat, red, like an explorer who had just now emerged from the jungle and was waiting for backup between his thick and jigglesome thighs. I was pretty sure he hadn't cum yet, thank goodness.
Charles parked himself on the edge of the bed, massaging my left foot as Lou drew invisible doodles in my short chest hair. He offered his towel. I touched it to my face. Salty.
"Let's see what we're working with," said Charles, leaning over with a grunt. With both hands, he grabbed either side of my waistband and slid down my underwear. My cock followed, then popped out and thudded back against my chest, hard. As Lou slipped my underwear around my feet, I felt the fabric already wet with my precum.
"May I?" Charles asked, his breath sharp against the head of my cock. I nodded.
With the tip of his tongue, he began tracing the curves of my cock head, cascading down the shaft and back up, swirling around the slit, much in the way I had been pleasuring Lou. He worked his way down to my balls, the edges of his stache tickling my cock in a way that caused it to spasm, slightly, leaving a shining bulb of precum at the tip. We all stared at it for what seemed like hours, like it was about to evolve. Never before had I had anyone, let alone two people, let alone a couple, stare at my cock in that intimate way. The gob of precum began to descend down to the ridge of my cock head. As it hit the shaft, Lou scooped it with one finger – again, chills down my back. She licked the clear liquid off her finger, then began lapping around my shaft. Her soft tit pressed against my thigh. Charles continued on my balls, licking, gently sucking, filling in the only spots in that region that were not yet sticky wet. I closed my eyes.
Please, please, please don't cum.
As unsure I was of this arrangement, I was surely sure that getting my cock into Charles' wide and spacious ass, sliding it through those big cheeks, was my chief operating principle. It was also the last thing I could thing about – the thought and steering his massive hips toward me as I thrusted my cock inside of him sent my cock into another quick spasm. No! My face grimaced. I could definitely hold this back. I could definitely … his ankles on my shoulders, his ballsack flapping against my chest. Another grimace, hard. I could feel Lou slurp up the small wads as I continued resisting myself. I felt Charles' hand in my hair, his other hand jacking his short cock in quick swishes.
"I'm SO READY," he whispered into my ear.
"Oh god baby," he said louder.
He lifted his knee over my legs as if to climb onto me as Lou rolled over to my side. He stood up on his knees, his cock red and bulbous, and motioned Lou to shift backward. She moved herself nearly upright against the pillows as he trudged her direction. He twisted his nipple as he stroked his cock over her chest. Yeah baby, she said, twisting his other nipple.
He looked down. His cock – now twice as thick as before, bigger than the fist around it – shot a stream of white cum onto Lou's collarbone. She cupped her breasts in her arm to gather the next shots, leaving small dabs of semen across her tits, some beginning to slide down into her cleavage.
"Yeah, yeah," he moaned in a high pitch, then collapsed back onto his rear on the bedside. Lou traced the outlines of the biggest wads.
I'd seen this scenario in movies online, but never did I think it would play out before me, with another man's jizz sliding down bare tits just inches from my face. Was this real? I could feel the slight alcohol buzz kick in as my heart rate picked up. What's next?
"I bet you can do better than that," said Charles, catching his breath. He caressed Lou's thigh. "I know you've got a lot pent up. Show me."
I got up and walked over to their side of the bed. Lou cupped her cum-covered tits toward me as I stroked. Charles sat up next to her, still whispering for me to show them.
I stroked fervently. My cock was so wet, maybe harder than I'd ever felt it. I felt a ping of fear again that I wouldn't be able to cum, after I had tried so hard not to just minutes before. Lou cupped her tits toward me. I closed my eyes.
I felt my erect dick start to stiffen to its hardest, the feeling just before orgasm. Here it comes! And then … nothing. Just that feeling of hardness. Almost aching. I opened my eyes. Did I break something inside?
I first caught sight of the line of cum running down Charles' face, a solid line from his bald spot down his sideburn and onto his neck. I turned to Lou. Three similar lines of cum, on her arm, her collarbone, and another ending just near her right nipple. She was looking backward. I adjusted and felt the next shots pump out with actual relief, gobs of white ejaculate that dripped from my furious cock head onto her tits. I put my cock against the pale skin of her tits, painting her soft breasts and mixing my seed with Charles' as I made sure no drop hit the bedsheets. It wouldn't stop coming out of me. But Lou's head was still turned.
"Oh no," I said. "I didn't get it in your eye?"
"NO!" she exclaimed, turning back to me then pointing behind her. "You hit the wall!"
Sure enough, a six-inch streak of cum stained the beige wall to the other side of the bed, a good 10 feet away.
"Well I'll be," Charles said. "You sure were pent up! You sure were!"
I collapsed on my back next to Lou, my dick still pointing straight up, where it would stay for at least a few more minutes. After inspecting the wall (and wiping it down), Charles and Lou joined me. We lay facing the ceiling, sharing the remnants of a beer that had made it into the room at some point. I closed my eyes again. This was hard work.
I woke up probably 10 minutes later, having dozed, still next to Lou and Charles. They were chatting, slowly and quietly, still on their backs as well. One of Lou's tits, fully glazed, was resting against my forearm, cum having dripped onto me. I sat up and wiped it. Probably time to go.
"Hey," I said. "OK if I use your restroom a second?" I still had a decent distance to drive to get home, and the beers were making themselves known. I headed toward what I thought was the bathroom door.
"Not so fast, sir," said Charles, sitting up.
Uh oh.
Were they mad about the wall? Maybe this was where they'd be like, whoops, sorry sonny, we're cops after all. Or something weirder/worse.
He offered his hand to help up Lou, then ended up pulling her with both arms.
"Let's show you," he said.
They walked past the door I was about to open (likely a closet … faux pas avoided!) and to another around a short corner. I stepped in behind them.
Lou knelt in the bathtub, her back against the tiled wall. Charles stood over her, outside the tub, fishing his small cock through the crusty hair around it. He took a step toward the tub, arched his back, and let a short stream of piss out onto Lou. Then another short spurt, washing away some of the drying ejaculate.
"You could help clean all of this up, if you came all this way," Lou said.
Oh, double entendre!
I moseyed over to the tub. Lou's tits glistened with jizz and a small coating of Charles' piss. He let out a few more spurts. Then the stream started in full.
Well, this is what I was hoping to see the first time, in a way. I held my dick toward Lou. It was ragged, half-hard still. Miraculously, the stream of clear piss came out like a jet. I let it flow all over Lou's breasts as she held them in her hands, my path crossing with Charles'. His aim wasn't as accurate.
In a split-second, he bent over, open-mouthed, catching the flow before it hit Lou. He turned to lick the liquids off Lou's bosom as my stream continued. This was not what I had expected when we first met!
He nudged over and took my cock in his mouth, sucking the head as he bobbed. By now I had stopped going, maybe to his disappointment. I was hard.
"Turn around," I said.
He stood, smirked, and leaned around, allowing me full access to his wild and gigantic ass. I slid my hardening cock up from the bottom of his crack, pushing upward, feeling the totality of his sweaty, hairy crack. It was surprisingly smooth as I thrusted up and down. I put my hands on his hips, pushing his basketball-size cheeks together around my cock as I slid through it – much as he likely did to Lou's tits, or aspired to. It was incredible.
Charles shifted backward. For a moment, the head of my cock hit the edge of his hole, then popped back out into the morass of his slippery crack. He moaned. I thrusted.
The same tight feeling overtook my lower torso as a short while before. This time, I wouldn't fight it. I glanced at Lou, who smiled deviantly.
Small quick gobs of my cum shot to the top of Charles' ass crack. I pulled out, depositing the rest of my ejaculate on his lower back. It didn't have the distance or volume as earlier, but boy was it powerful. I stepped back, unsure if I'd pass out, as I milked the last of my cum onto my hand.
Charles stepped over, leaning slowly until he had just about pressed his forehead to mine. He exhaled.
"I'm glad you followed me."
Nanette
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