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Getting What You Really Want, Part 5
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Getting what you want, part 5..
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It was probably about 5 or so by the time that I arrived at
Justin's cabin. It was used by his dad, and he got use of it for the
weekend. We pulled up, and got out. It was a beautiful place, a beach,
wood cabin, picnic table. Perfect.
Justin and I got inside, and by that time I was so ready for
some action I couldn't believe it. The seat belt in his pickup kept
tightening as we went over bumps in the road, and I was pretty
stimulated. We hauled our luggage inside, and I went over and shut
the door.
"Want something to drink?" he asked. I said sure, and we pulled
a couple of cold ones out from the cooler we brought. He gave them to
me, and we practically grabbed each other. We dropped to the floor,
and began taking our clothes off.
"After that trip, I need some man," he groaned. I was quick
to oblige, and sat on top of him. I leaned over, and my dick went into
his mouth. He began to suck eagerly, and I turned around so I could
get to his cock. I took it in my mouth, and ran my tounge over the big
head that he had.
All the time I kept pumping my cock in and out of his mouth,
coming dangerously close to climaxing. I grabbed his balls with my
hand, and squeezed. He growled, and I shoved my rod deep within his
throat. I licked my finger, and pressed it deep within his ass, and
proceeded to finger-fuck him. He was coming close to orgasm himself,
and I slowed down to drag it out. I slowed my body as well.
Justin started to rub my butt, and probing my ass, similar to
what I was doing to him. He tickled the outside of my balls, and kept
swirling his tounge around my rod. In a constant motion, I was moving up
and down, rubbing the head of my weiner against the back of his throat.
His ass was tightening around my finger, and I knew that he was going to
come pretty soon. I slowed even more.
I slid my body against his chest, smooth with sweat, and kept
my penis in action in his mouth. His ass kept tightening around my
finger, and his cock in my mouth was letting out an abundance of pre-cum
juice. I ran my tounge up and down the shaft, and licked his balls until
they were shining with my saliva. I rammed his cock deep within my throat
and pumped my cock within his throat. Faster, gaining speed, while his
butt was sweating and scrotum tightening.
His got spray was welcome against the back of my dry throat. I
was eager to lap it up, trying to catch the streams running out from the
side of my mouth. I took my finger out of his ass, and pumped my cock
faster, until I shot my load all over his face. He licked me clean, and
I did the same.
He fell back on the floor, panting.
"I guess we don't need the drinks," he said.
Two days later, on the last day, Aron showed up at the
door.
"What are you doing here?" Justin asked him.
"You gave me the directions," he started off. But Justin
made the motions to quiet down, and I got the feeling that this had
been planned out for my benefit. But without my consent, not that I
would complain in the slightest.
Aron came in, and Justin walked out of the room. Aron walked
over and sat down by me.
"You know, when you 'raped' me a few months ago, I never really
did thank you."
That sounded weird. No one "thanks" you for raping them. Even
though it turned out to be something we both wanted, it was still funny.
"Well, " I started, "how did you want to thank me?"
"By doing that to you," he said smiling. At that moment, I
started blackening out from the drink Justin had given me before Aron
got here. Now this was starting to make sense.
When I woke, I was in a familiar position. Tied with leather
straps to bedposts, with no shirt. It kind of spoiled it, knowing what
was going to happen, moment for moment, but as it turns out, Aron changed
a few things.
He walked in a few minutes later, and performed a strip show for
me. Tossing all his clothes in my face, letting me get a good scent of
him. He got a vibrator out of a dresser, greased it, and shoved it up
my ass, and turned it on. My entire set of organs began to vibrate and
hum, and it actually felt pretty good. He climbed on top of me, and
removed the rest of my clothes, including my pants and underwear, that he
had just pulled down to insert the "joy rider". He climbed up, and
plunged his tounge deep within my mouth. I sucked on it with glee.
I've never used that word before.
He began to lick my chest, and suck on my nipples, making them
smooth and tight. He started to fondle my balls, still vibrating, and
he took the sac within his mouth. He ran his tounge between my two
balls, and slowly up the shaft of my rod. Never missing a spot, he
slowly went up swirling his tounge, taking only a moment's break to
rewet his tounge.
After reaching the head of my cock, he grabbed the shaft with
his hand, and began to jerk me off. Starting slowly, and building
up the momentum. He gained speed, going faster, and still vibrating.
He pumped, and I was groaning. And within seconds, he stopped. Cold
turkey. The vibrator was still going as he called Justin in the room.
Justin walked in wearing nothing, as Aron was. Aron bent him
over, and stuck his tounge deep within his ass, wetting his pink hole.
He stood up, and placed his hard rod within Justin's sweet ass. They
began to hump each other in front of me, with myself in straps, and a
vibrator up my ass.
Aron pulled out, and took Justin's cock within his mouth.
Boy, did he know how to make a guy suffer. To watch these two, while
I was struggling all along was too much. As Aron rubbed Justin's chest,
while vigorously sucking him was incredible. Then, Aron pulled out, and
they both stood up, and rubbed their cocks against each other. They
had appearently rehersed this.
All this was just too much. I shot my load, and my ass tightened
around the vibrating machine, as my wad was spread all over my stomach.
In front of me, both Justin and Aron shot into the air, letting
the come drop onto the floor. My ass was beginning to hurt from the
vibrator still tucked tightly in it. Aron came over, and took it out,
while Justin undid me.
Justin grabbed a little of my cum, and ate it, while Aron
finger-rubbed my ass back to normality.
"All right, Aron, you thanked me," I said. He smiled.
I memorized that face. That smile. I think it was the best
thing that happened, and that was the best facial expression that I
ever got out of him.
We left that afternoon, Aron went home in his car, and myself
and Justin in our truck. I fell asleep.
>>>Nick Tails>>>
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