10 Times Three
Ten hardcore tales of gay threesomes
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Being a deejay in a hotel nightclub has its perks. I get paid to play music, get a few drinks sent my way from appreciative guests, a few dollars dropped in my tip jar, and plenty of attention from the ladies.
Friday and Saturday nights bring out the wild crowds and the women who, once they've had a bit too much to drink, start hitting on me. I've even had a room key dropped in my tip jar a time or two by the really tipsy ones. But the hotel management really frowns on me responding to such enticing invitations, claiming that any follow-throughs I make as an employee can be construed as reflecting upon the hotel management, and even the chain at large.
And it's all because some bonehead hotel deejay in Albuquerque took up a lady on her offer and they got walked in on by her husband. Panicked, she in turn accused the deejay of taking advantage of her drunken state and the husband sued the hotel chain since the deejay was an employee.
Part of the resolution was that we deejays became contractors and not so much employees. Yet, there was an unwritten rule that we “contractors” also had to keep our distance from the hotel guests. Even if the hotel wasn't directly liable for our philandering, our contract could be terminated in a heartbeat.
That doesn't mean that we can't take someone up on their offers, though. It simply means that we don't take up offers on site with registered guests. Sure, if the guest wants to follow you home and jump your bones there, have fun. Otherwise, keep your dick in your pants and do your job.
But this wasn't a Friday or Saturday night. This was a Tuesday evening where my real work was spent rolling out a nice series of songs that weren't really intended for dancing, but would keep patrons in the bar and buying drinks without putting them to sleep. Believe it or not, there's a certain talent involved in finding that happy medium between depressing and danceable.
On this particular night there weren't any women in the bar except for a single waitress. And even she wasn't being kept very busy since this seemed to be a chatting crowd and not a drinking one. I say 'chatting' because the room appeared full of businessmen actually conducting business. Bor-ing.
There was one pair of guys in the corner, though, that caught my eye. Both of them were older, say mid-40s, with close-cropped salt-and-pepper hair. One of the men, the one with the more athletic build, had an almost-beard – you know, the kind that is like a quarter-inch thick and just outlines the jaw and chin, with a small arch of whiskers bridging over the mouth like an afterthought – with deep-set eyes and very tanned skin. His partner was a little bit heavier, but certainly not fat. He was clean shaven and wore wire-rimmed glasses. His skin was a little fairer and his facial features looked softer.
I'm not entirely sure why my gaze kept falling back on them, but it was nonetheless. They were well-groomed, rather attractive, really, and they sat close to each other and talked quietly between themselves, looking totally relaxed and comfortable with each other. There was an air about them, as if they were 'one'. Like a married couple...
Christ, I can be such a dick. These two guys had to be a gay couple. Don't get me wrong; I don't mean that in a bad way. They were a little “too” perfect, but from the smiles on their faces I'd say that they were perfect for each other.
Like I said, I couldn't really figure out why my gaze kept falling their way, until it dawned on me that they were watching me, and that I was doing nothing more than sensing it. I mean, we all get that “sixth sense” thing once in a while, and this was it in my case. And if I was correct, then we would eventually-
My gaze fell right on the couple again, and this time our eyes locked. As they did, the two me both gave me a warm – dare I say sensual? – smile. Maybe it was nothing, but their smiles sure felt electrifying, as if there was a real connection of some sort being made here.
What was I thinking? I'm not gay. Sure, I dabbled with other guys a bit while growing up, like any curious male with a hard dick and hormones does. But that didn't set the course of my sexual life for me. I mean, I didn't dislike it, but looking for another guy for sex has never really been my first priority in life, you know?
I was looking at my playlist, trying to decide where I should go with the musical mood. I avoided the Jazz since I wanted to keep it light, but I was definitely staying away from the bubble-gum Pop stuff, too. With my head down and my concentration devoted to the list of songs in my hand, I wasn't aware of anyone else being near me until I looked up and found the almost-beard guy standing right at my deejay booth.
“Whoa!” I said. “Hi!”
“Hello,” he replied. “I just wanted to say that I really like the mix of music you're playing tonight. I can carry a conversation and still feel the music. Nice job!”
“Thanks,” I replied, kind of lamely. “Just doin' my job.”
“Gary,” the man nodded his head to the side to indicate his friend, “well, he and I travel quite a bit, running a business and all. We've been here before, but this is the first time we've seen you here, so I apologize if it seems like we've been staring at you.”
“Oh, I didn't notice,” I replied, definitely lamely. “Well, I noticed, but I didn't think anything of it.”
“That's a shame,” the man said. “You should think something of it.”
He winked and turned to walk back to his friend, stepping across the floor like a sure-footed lion or something. He wasn't feminine at all in his demeanor, if anything he struck me as what you would call a perfect gentleman, like a man of distinction. When he made it back to his table, his partner Gary acknowledged him like another refined gentleman and not the “other half” of a couple.
Looking at it in the light that most would view a gay couple, I couldn't figure out who was the dom and who was the sub. They both appeared about the same in their demeanor, as if they were the perfect couple of versatile gay partners.
Gary raised his glass in a toast to me, yanking me out of my reverie while making me realize that I had been staring all this time. I instinctively smiled back, mostly out of courtesy I told myself, and then tried to go about my business. What was it about this pair of gay guys that had me so focused on them?
I went about my work again, but still felt as though I was being watched. This time when I turned around it was the clean-shaven Gary that was standing next to my booth and giving me a start.
“Hi,” he said in a soft voice. “You've probably noticed that Fred and I have been watching you all night.”
“I-I really wasn't paying attention,” I lied. At least I now knew the other man's name was 'Fred'.
“Right,” replied Gary with a sly smile. “What time are you done tonight?”
“Uh, midnight.”
“Well, if after midnight you want to change your mind about 'paying attention',” Gary said, “come and knock on our hotel room door. Room 1010; easy to remember. Maybe we can make you feel as relaxed as you've done for us with tonight's music.”
“Are you... are you hitting on me?” I asked.
“See? You are as smart as you look!” he said with a laugh.
“I'm, uh, not gay,” I said, surely sounding stupid that time.
“And we are,” Gary said with a Cheshire Cat smile. “Two against one. You win!”
And with that little riddle Gary turned around and walked over to Fred, and the two of them walked out of the nightclub without another word or wave.
For the next hour or so I tried to stay focused on the music and to put Gary's odd invitation out of my mind. But it kept lingering with me. And the more I thought about it, the hornier it made me. My contract essentially said that I needed to stay away from our lady hotel guests. It said nothing about just visiting with some male friends in their hotel room, right?
Once everything was put away and the lights shut down on the stage, I left the nightclub. I really should have just gone home, but everything sounded so enticing. Before I knew it, I was on the elevator and on my way to the 10th floor. And without a second thought I found myself standing at the door of room 1010. Only thing left to do was knock...
Gary opened the door wearing a long terry bathrobe and smiled brightly. But if he was at all surprised, he wasn't showing it in his face. If anything, he looked a tad smug, as if he knew I would be unable to resist the allure. Okay, so he was right.
“Come on in,” he said, reaching out to take my hand and kind of pull me into the room along with the handshake.
Fred was standing there in the middle of the room wearing a matching bathrobe. Smiling, he said, “We're so glad you could make it.”
“Thanks,” I replied, almost shyly.
Fred then walked over to me and put a hand on my shoulder.
“It's getting late, and Gary and I do need to get some rest,” he said. “So, if it's all right with you, we'll just consider our little banter in the nightclub the foreplay and get right down to business.”
That must have been when I started looking nervous because Gary piped in, “It's okay, Mister 'I'm not gay. Just get undressed and let us do the work.”
I wasn't sure if there was anything else I could do at that point than to just get undressed and wait to see what would happen next. It helps that I'm not at all ashamed about my body, even if it did mean that I was getting undressed to have gay sex. Geex, that sounded so lame. Fuck, I was getting to be an expert at lame...
Once I was undressed with my clothes in a pile at my feet, Gary and Fred both smiled as they looked me over, then they nodded to each other as if I had met with their approval. They stepped over to me and without any words Fred and Gary each took one of my hands, guiding me to the couch and encouraging me to sit down, making sure that my butt was as close to the edge of the cushions as possible. Neither one removed their bathrobes, and for some reason I was a little disappointed that they remained clothed. I guess being the only naked person in the room when you're about to have sex can be a little disconcerting.
“What do you want me to do?” I asked
“Your only obligation is to lay back and relax,” replied Gary. “we'll do the rest.”
It soon became clear that I was to be the center of their attentions, and who was I to argue? Both of the men began to run their hands all over my body, feeling every part of me but staying clear of my quickly growing erection. Any nervousness I may have had when agreeing to this gathering disappeared as fast as my prick was hardening. I couldn't help but to feel comfortable in Fred and Gary's presence as their approving looks made me feel truly special. It made me feel attractive and desirable.
Then Fred slipped his hand under my scrotum, making me jump momentarily, as he turned his head towards my chest and began sucking my right nipple, sending an immediate shock through me. Gary followed in kind as he wrapped his fingers around my fully erect dick and, like his partner, turned his face to my chest and started suckling at my left nipple, driving me absolutely nuts as Fred kneaded my testicles and Gary slowly pumped my meat.
“Oh, wow,” was all I could utter at the sensation of the two men gnawing and sucking on my amazingly sensitive nipples. I mean, I've had my nipples sucked a little bit before and found it a wonderful sensation, but to have both of them sucked on at the same time was beyond compare.
But, if I thought I was being spoiled at the moment, it had nothing on what was coming down the pike.
Like a choreographed move, Fred released my nipple from his mouth and started making a path of tender kisses down my torso, clearly headed towards my cock. At the same time and with the same pace, Gary released my nipple from his mouth and trailed kisses up my chest and to my neck, taking little nibbles of my flesh as he worked his way to my mouth, where I couldn't help but meet his lips.
Just as our lips touched and Gary pushed his tongue past my lips and into my mouth, Fred's mouth engulfed my cock, surrounding it with a wet warmth that, along with Gary's deep kiss, nearly melted me into the couch.
Fred's hand was still toying with my balls while Gary's hand held my dick in place for his partner's sucking mouth. Fred was slow and paced with the pumping of his mouth on my cock, keeping me just on the edge of climax while Gary's tongue probed deep into my mouth, forcing me to suck on it in return.
Fred bobbed his head up and down slowly and sweetly, working his tongue all around my dick flesh while sliding his mouth up and down my length until his lips met with Gary's supporting hand. Fred also rolled his head around slightly, back and forth as he went up and down, sucking me with a figure-8 pattern that ensured he was making as much contact as possible with every sensitive spot of my manhood.
He was succeeding.
Gary was working his tongue through my mouth with the same dedication to detail, probing and playing and pressing against my palate and poking his large tongue as deeply as he could towards the back of my throat, almost as if he was trying to see if he could choke me with it; testing me, it seemed.
Suddenly, Gary then disengaged from our kiss while Fred released my dick from his mouth, and the two again trailed kisses and licks along my body in opposite directions; Fred working his way up my torso and Gary working his way down. Again, as if with timed precision, Fred locked his lips to mine while Gary locked his hot mouth over my prick, taking over right where his partner had left off.
There could be no mistake that the two men had practiced this sweet seduction before, and many times, I was sure. It was too perfect, too incredible to be something borne of this opportunity with me. It would have been beyond flattering to have been their first spur-of-the-moment conquest who gave them the freedom to develop their routine, but so what? There was no sense in being jealous that I wasn't the only one to have ever been treated with such finesse and intensity.
As Gary said, my only obligation was to lay back and relax. And I'm the kind of guy that takes pride in fulfilling my obligations. Although, I was anything but relaxed as the two men teased and tantalized my entire body with their focused sexual ministrations.
Fred snaked his tongue into my mouth a little more deeply than his partner had done – if that were possible – while Gary slid his mouth up and down the length of my dick, as slowly and as tenderly as was humanly possible. I say humanly because the slow-paced fellatio was absolutely heavenly as Gary sucked me with a firm and consistent suction from the back of his throat while holding my dick firmly between his velvet tongue and his smooth palate.
Fred then disengaged from my mouth and moved down to my right nipple, and again started to lick and suck on my sensitive bud. I really had no idea just how much having my nipples played with would make me feel so much more excited. Then again, I had never before had my nipple suckled at the same time I was getting my cock sucked, either.
Fred was still playing with my balls, kneading them in his soft hand. But he was also working a finger in between my butt cheeks. I knew where he was headed and I spread my thighs to accommodate him, allowing him the opportunity for his finger to locate my ass hole. Meanwhile, Gary had slipped a hand under my thigh and slid it up along the backside of my leg until his fingers were also touching my butt, and he gently pulled on my left glute to help spread my ass, allowing Fred's finger sufficient access to my anus. He found my ass bud and started to work his finger around until he gained entry and poked his meaty digit gently into my ass.
I involuntarily responded by nearly lurching up off of the couch cushion from the sensation. Again, the practiced synchronization of the two men put them both at the ready for my anticipated reaction, and Gary had pulled his mouth up my dick enough to allow my hips to buck from Fred's probing finger without choking Gary.
Although, I didn't think it was really possible to choke the man who was actually sucking my cock nearly down to my pubes, taking my (I'm proud to say) nearly eight inches of trim dick meat well into his talented throat.
Using his arm for a little leverage, Fred gently encouraged me to move my right thigh over a little more for him, spreading my but just a little wider and allowing him to wriggle his finger around enough to work more and more of his thick digit into my rectum. This was surely going to send me over the edge, but Fred stopped suckling at my nipple for a moment while Gary in turn instinctively eased up on his sucking motions to allow my heightened state of sensitivity to wane.
When the two of them decided to get me all worked up again, they once again switched duties. Gary went to work on my left nipple, opening his mouth wide and sucking anything peripheral to my sensitive aureole into his mouth along with the nipple, sending that tingling through my body that I was so quickly becoming accustomed to. Fred's mouth clamped tightly around my cockshaft, but this time he had the additional anchorage of his whole index finger shoved up my rectum, fucking me ever so slightly with his finger while searching for my prostate.
The lovers feasted upon me as if I was a seven-course meal until I was shaking all over, as if the whole room was vibrating. I was straining not to cum, needing the release but hungering for whatever more attention the two men could possibly give me.
“G-guys,” I stuttered. “You have me so close to cumming.... so close...”
No word was said between my gay lovers, yet their level of communication was clear. Gary pulled his mouth off of my nipple and bent down to rejoin Fred, whose mouth was still smothering my tingling manhood. The two of them slipped off the edge of the couch and knelt on each side of me as Fred pulled his mouth off of my dick yet left his finger poking in my ass.
Then Fred and Gary both went to work on my throbbing meat, sliding open mouths and lolling tongues up and down each side as if they were trying to kiss each other with my cock between them. One would put his mouth over the sensitive head of my prick for a moment and then release it slide his mouth down the length of the shaft while his partner slid his open mouth up and swallowed my cockhead in his stead, and back and forth, over and over, trading places and getting me closer to cumming with each pass while Fred worked his finger in and out of my ass and Gary tweaked my nipple with his fingers and I was shaking so hard I felt as if I was about to pass out...
“Oh, FUUUUCK!!”
I screamed like a banshee when I finally came and my cock exploded with a violence like I had never known before as Fred and Gary tongued my manhood as I erupted with a force and volume that was near volcanic as my seed literally flew high into the air in bursts that were unmistakably driven by Fred's finger working my stone-like prostate.
My hips were bucking off the couch and it was almost as if Gary and Fred were trying to restrain me from leaping across the room as my semen went everywhere; in Gary's mouth, in Fred's, in their hair and all over their faces as I creamed their features with a massive coating of my hot, creamy sperm. Still they alternated licking and sucking and sliding their cum-coated faces up and down my throbbing pole until I was only eking out weak dribbles up semen, at which point Gary raised up just enough to clamp his mouth over my dick one more time, sucking my semi-hard member into the back of his throat, and pumping his head up and down on my cock a few more time while Fred jammed his finger as deeply into my rectum as possible once more and actually made me climax once more!
Gary mercifully let my drained cock slip from his mouth while Fred gently withdrew his finger from my ass. Both of them leaned over me and began to kiss deeply, a sight as their lips mashed together and their tongues danced while my creamy load clung to their apparently happy faces. The lovers moved on to licking my cum off of their faces until they decided that they should turn their attentions to me one more time.
“You did good,” Fred said. “You can go now.”
With those simple words they stood up and walked together towards the bathroom, undoing their clothes as they walked away. I felt a little sorrow that I couldn't be witness to their joining, but I dutifully strained to get to my feet, and on wobbly legs I dressed myself again, too weak to even bother to wipe my jizz off of my body where it had landed from my massive ejaculations. I was even too worn out to bend over and slip on my shoes, instead opting for carrying them with me as I walked out of the hotel room.
Just as I stepped out the door I heard Gary call out, “Two against one... we all win!”
It was pretty much your usual dorm room, I’d say. Not that I spent a lot of time in dorm rooms before coming to this particular college, but this one had the expected advertisements and decorations culled from beer and alcohol companies, a couple posters of metal bands, and a couple more of some well-known wrestling stars. Like I said, pretty much what you’d expect.
The room had two desks to allow me and my roommate our own working space, but two beds were bunked out of necessity given the tight confines of the relatively small room. Speaking of roommate, I wasn’t bunking with some friend I knew well, but a friend of a cousin who assured me that the guy and I would get along fine. I had met the guy a couple times long ago and he seemed nice enough, but I hadn’t really gotten to know him. Still, being able to split the rent on one of the few cheap dorm rooms available would help to make living near the college actually fit into my meager budget.
Given that the upper bunk and clothing are ready on it and the lower bunk was still made, I pretty much assumed I'd be the guy on the lower bunk. Using those same astute powers of observation, I figured that the only clean desk of the two in the room would also be mine. So I put my books on the desk and threw my suitcase on the lower bunk. No sooner had my suitcase landed on the mattress that the door opened and two guys walked in.
"Hey, new guy!" called out the blond guy, the shorter of the two. He stepped up to me and shook my hand. "You weren't expected until tomorrow. I don't know if you remember me but, I'm Vince, your roomie."
"Hi, Vince," I said as some memories of my past came back to me. "I had a chance to leave a day early so I took advantage of it."
I thought I had kind of known who Vince was based upon what my cousin was telling me, but seeing him now in the flesh helped me to remember just how well we really knew each other. To what extent Vince remembered me, I wasn't sure.
"Hey, I'm sorry," Vince said with a slap to his forehead. He gestured to the taller, brown haired guy to his left. "This is Paul."
"Good to meet you, Paul," I said, shaking his hand too.
Paul nodded his head courteously, but seemed a little aloof. Vince, on the other hand, seemed just fine, if not outright enthused.
"Well, I think I'll be going," Paul said quietly.
"No, no," Vince said, his hands before him as if signaling a stop. "Please stay, Paul. I'm sure the three of us can enjoy the evening together."
"Hey," I said, "if you guys already had other plans…"
"Yeah," Vince replied, "but it wasn't anything that you can't join us in."
Paul shot an odd glance at Vince, looking a little unsure, but he let out a deep sigh and finally nodded in acceptance.
"Paul and I were going to have a pizza delivered," Vince said. "Would you like to chip in on a larger one and join us?"
"Yeah, sure," I replied, feeling a little more accepted by Vince even if Paul didn't seem that excited. "That’d be cool."
I chipped in a couple bucks towards our pizza purchase and gave a quick rundown of my likes and dislikes in pizza toppings, happy to find out that we were all pretty much in agreement in what belongs on a pizza. Paul, the oldest of the three of us, said he was going to run down and get us some beer while Vince called in our order.
"Hold on a sec," Vince said to Paul, "and I'll run down with you. I gotta hit the ATM anyway." Then to me: "You don't mind, do you?"
"No, not at all," I said honestly. "I gotta get all my stuff unpacked anyway."
"Awesome," Vince said brightly. "We'll be right back."
Vince slid some of this stuff in the closet over to make room for what few things I needed to hang up and stepped out of the room with Paul. I unpacked my suitcase and sorted all of my stuff, hanging up what needed to be hung and placing my folded things into the small dresser next to the empty desk. After moving a few things around that were already under my bunk, I was able to make a spot for my suitcase and slid it out of the way, too. As I stood up and faced the bunk beds I had the sensation of butterflies in my stomach, but quickly pushed the feeling aside.
Vince and Paul were back a couple minutes later. Paul was carrying a cold 12 pack of beer and an apparently better attitude towards me. I figured that maybe he was just a little slow at getting comfortable with somebody new and let it go.
A couple minutes later the pizza arrived and between that and a couple cold beers we were soon chatting and laughing like old friends, with Vince eyeing me every chance he got as if he was sizing me up.
Maybe Vince did remember our past. Judging by his outgoing nature, though, it wasn't a problem.
It was two years ago this past summer. I was staying with my cousin Lonnie when he introduced me to his friend Vince. Vince and I hit it off, spending quite a bit of time together while Lonnie was working his job at a local fast food joint. Vince and I quickly found out that we had something in common. We both liked playing with other guys.
‘Playing’ meaning that Vince and I spent any available time together jacking each other and sucking each other and cumming over and over. Mostly it was him cumming in my mouth, but that was fine with me. We even experimented with anal sex with me being on the receiving end. It was, by far, one of the best summers I ever spent.
"Hey, you still with us?" Vince asked with a chuckle.
"Yeah," I answered with a chuckle of my own. "I was just… thinking about something."
"Well, it sure seemed to have your attention," Vince said. "Who was she?"
I laughed.
"Nobody, really," I said.
"Well then," Paul said, "who was… he?"
I jerked my head towards Paul in surprise. A smile suddenly grew on his face as if he had made some secret discovery. Vince’s eyes darted back and forth between Paul and me, a sly smile on his face.
And then it clicked.
"You remember," I calmly said to Vince, my voice totally absent of any malice or fear. "And apparently you've told Paul."
"I hope you don't mind," said Vince, "but it was one of my most memorable summers. I just had to share."
"How much do you remember?" I asked.
"I remembered enough to take the top bunk," he answered brightly.
With that, Vince stood up and casually stripped himself of all of his clothes. Seeing him openly naked again only served to remind me even more just how wonderful that summer was.
Vince stood about 5’7”, with a nice, tight build. The nearly white blond hair on his head was matched in color by the hair on his body, the pale color of his pubic hair on his equally pale skin making him almost looked shaven. He was just as I always remembered with his tight legs, tight ass, and his absolutely beautiful cock.
Vince stepped over to the bunked beds and climbed up onto the upper bunk. There he turned his body around until he was sitting on the edge with his legs dangling over the side.
"Your turn," Vince said.
If Paul was shocked or surprised, he wasn't showing it. Taking my cue, I stripped myself of my clothes and tossed them at the foot of my bed. I turned my head to see Paul undressing himself, too, revealing a body not quite as lithe as Vince's, but still very well proportioned. His dick was nowhere near as large as Vince's, or even mine, but it was already hard and sticking out straight from his body.
"Just like old times," Vince said with a genuine smile. "With a little twist."
Part of those favorite memories, part of those cherished moments came from Vince sitting on the top bunk of his bed at home while I eagerly sucked him off while standing there. It was a perfect position with his dick right at mouth level for me to enjoy.
With that memory firmly etched in my mind, I stepped over to the bunk bed as Vince spread his legs, revealing his gorgeous prick and low hanging balls to me. As I neared Vince and opened my mouth to receive him, Paul had set himself on my bunk and as I took Vince's erection into my mouth my own hard-on found Paul’s waiting mouth.
We were now an eager chain with me pumping my head up and down on Vince's tool while Paul took my staff as deep into his throat as he could. Youthful memories gave way to new adult experiences as I greedily feasted upon Vince's flesh while rocking my hips to drive my manhood into Paul's sucking throat.
I made patient and long strokes with my mouth on Vince, savoring every inch of his cock flesh from the tip of his mushroom head as far down his thick shaft as I could manage without choking myself. As I continued to suck him, working my tongue hard against the underside of his manhood while pressing the sensitive head against the roof of my mouth, I found myself managing to take a little more of his fuck pole into my throat with each intake of his delicious meat.
"Fuck, yeah," Vince sighed, "that's nice."
Meanwhile Paul was enjoying my own aching manhood, quickly having worked himself up to taking the length of my staff all the way into his throat until his face was pressed into my pubes and my testicles were dancing on his chin. He now had the cheeks of my ass cupped in both of his hands and was pulling me hard into his sucking mouth.
As if in some unseen connection with his friend Paul, Vince put his hands on each side of my head and started to pull my face hard onto his dick. Now we were working ourselves into a frenzy with Vince brazenly fucking my face while Paul used my wanting tool to fuck his own throat.
"Come on, let's do this together," Vince said. "Let's cum together, old friend."
Vince’s breathing became very harsh and labored. His hands, still clutching the sides of my head, were starting to shake. I increased my suction on his cock and Vince's body vibrated in response. I reached up with my hands and took hold of Vince's nipples, gently squeezing them between my fingers.
Again, as if following some script or telepathic hint, Paul moved a hand to a sensitive region on my body to bring me closer to orgasm as he slid a finger between my butt cheeks and slipping it into my anus. While he wasn't probing me deeply, he worked his finger in and out of my orifice over and over like a small prick fucking my ass, stirring a sensation in me that quickly took me to climax.
"Oh, yeah!" Vince barked.