Part 5
I went downstairs to open the door for Steve, David and Zack. "Hi, guys. Come in," I welcomed them. "I really need to take a leak. Can I use your bathroom, Darrell? asked Zack. "Sure, upstairs, second door on the right," I directed him. The rest of us went on the terrace to have a drink. As he was pissing, he heard some sounds coming from the room next to the bathroom, so he decided to investigate. "Oh my gosh, aren't you Steve's dad?" he asked. Mr Johnson only nodded and Zack removed the jockstrap from his mouth. "Plase, untie me, things have gone a little out of control here," Mr Johnson begged Zack. "Wow, you also have a butt plug in," Zack ignored him and started stroking his cock. "No, stop right now," Mr Johnson spoke a bit louder. "Steve is downstairs, you know... Do you want him to come and see you like this?" Zack asked. "Damn," Mr Johnson answered. "Don't worry, I'm just gonna have some fun with you. I'd like to see you cum, that's all," Zack told him and began milking Mr Johnson. "Can you at least pull that thing out of my ass, please?" Zack pulled the butt plug with one quick move and Mr Johnson sighed in relief as he was being milked by Zack. "Come on, let me see you squirt," Zack encouraged him. "That's it, Mr Johnson, keep cumming," Zack said as he shot five thick streams of cum on his stomach. Zack took a photo with his cell phone and said: "Nice meeting you Mr Johnson, gotta go now." "No, wait," Mr Johnson called him, but Zack shut the door and joined us on the terrace and sent the photo to David and attached a note: Go check out his room now! "I also need to use the restroom, be right back," David excused himself. "Sure, go ahead," I told him.
Mr Johnson couldn't believe his eyes when another unknown young guy entered the room. "Who are you? Please untie me, I've just been molested by some guy," Mr Johnson was getting desperate. But David didn't respond although he was shocked to see it was Steve's dad naked and bound in my bed, he just reached for Mr Johnson's cock and began milking it. "Oh no, not again," Mr Johnson said but was surprised to see his semi hard cock grow hard again. David also sucked on this daddy's cock a few times so that it was all wet with saliva. Slowly, Mr Johsnon was reaching the climax. Again. But this time, only two squirts came out of his drained and sensitive cock. "Please, please stop," Mr Johnson gasped and looked down in hope that David's hand would stop jerking him off. David stuffed the jockstrap in Mr Johnson's mouth and also took a photo of him and sent it to Zack: Mission accomplished! Before leaving the room David inserted the butt plug back in Mr Johnson's ass and wiped the cum off his chest. Mr Johnson was still breathing fast and wondered if he was dreaming or had he really just been abused by two 18 year old boys.
David joined us again. I had no idea that both he and Zack had had fun with Steve's dad in my room. Then they finished the drinks and the three of them left. I didn't understand why David and Zack were both laughing about something. I hurried back up to my room, but I found him exactly as I had left him. "There, we are alone at last," I said and focused on his cock, "and it's milking time." I couldn't figure out why Mr Johnson was resisting it so much and his cock wasn't fully hard even though i was stimulating him with a butt plug. Eventually, after wanking him for a while, he oozed out only a few drops of cum and moaned very loudly. "That's it?" I asked and freed his mouth so he could speak. "Please, I can't take it anymore... Two guys came in here while you were gone, one after another. And they wanked me off two times and took photos. The second guy didn't even say a word! So humiliating... Please untie me now, Darrell." "Oh my... I didn't know, Mr Johnson. But where is all the cum then?" I asked him. "They wiped it off. My cock really hurts." "Well you came three times, of course it does. But come on, you were used by three highschool boys. Didn't you like it at all?" I asked. "I don't know, I gotta go home now," Mr Johnson replied while getting dressed. Just then I received a text message from Zack. I showed it to Mr Johnson. It said: Tell Mr Johnson next time it's our big cocks in his ass

. "Oh great, they have those photos now, they can blackmail me." "Don't worry Mr Johnson, we'll think of something," I tried to reassure him.