KentuckyPython
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I felt Matt shift in his sleep, and I put my hand out and rested it on Robbie’s hip. He snuggled closer and kissed my shoulder. I was about to do more when I heard his breathing become deep and regular. He was back asleep. It had been a great evening. Matt and I had worn him out, but that was our plan.
The three of us have been living in a closed triad for a couple of years now. It’s a nice arrangement. Matt and I work for the same company. Robbie does some free lance writing, but basically, he’s a domestic engineer to borrow a term. The house is always clean. Supper’s always ready. Our clothes are always washed and pressed. Don’t get me wrong. He works as hard as we do, and his efforts are well appreciated. And best of all, condoms are a thing of the past.
Some people watch television or read before bedtime. We have sex. It’s almost a nightly ritual, and it never gets dull. But to be honest, sometimes it needs a little spice. You know what I mean. There’s nothing wrong with a marinara sauce. Sometimes though you need the heat of a good puttanesca. Tonight’s play is something that Matt and I concocted over lunch earlier in the week. Dinner was complete. The dishwasher was loaded, and Matt began lightly kissing Robbie’s neck.
“Isn’t it a little early,” he asked giggling.
“Not really. I’m lucky I got through the meal without taking you on the table,” Matt answered.
“Like you can take a willing victim,” I added. “If you all will go up and get the bedroom ready, I’ll make martinis for us.”
“Dirties,” Robbie asked.
“Dirty martinis for a dirty boy.” Did I just say that? At any rate, we all laughed as Matt led our favorite power bottom up the stairs, and I made quick work of my bar duties. Walking through the door with three fabulously chilled dirty martinis, I found my mates naked on the bed. Matt had Robbie laid back giving him some fantastic head. It’s the kind of fellatio that looks great in porn and feels better on your dick. “Gin’s in the house,” I announced to get their attention. I hated to break up their party, but I didn’t want Robbie to get off before we’d put our plan to action, and I wanted to be part of the scene – hell who wouldn’t?
I stripped. We drank our martinis – between bouts of mouth play. I pushed Matt back on the bed and took my surprise from the tray – a silver cocktail stirrer. Appropriately named I think. While Robbie worked Matt’s nipples, I put the stirrer into his slit and began sucking. Matt’s never tried sounding before. Now it will be part of his repertoire. He nearly popped right there. I pulled the stirrer out and started my part of the plan.
I moved up and pushed Robbie’s ass in the air to give me full capability to eat him out. It’s one of his favorite things, but I’m sure it’s moved down the list after last night. When he was worked up and panting so hard that he could no longer service Matt, I reached for the lube. He was nice and relaxed from the tongue lashing I’d been giving him. I put my finger in and felt. There it was. His prostate. Firm, healthy, and fresh. I loved playing with it. Not so much for my own pleasure, but because it drove Robbie wilder than having his ass eaten.
I stopped. Robbie was panting – begging for more. “Matt’s been laying there with no attention. Why don’t you mount him? I’ll even lube him for you.” More lube from the bottle, and smeared over Matt’s dick. He’s nine inches long but thin as a bread stick. I, on the other hand, have one of those six inch long and fat cocks. Robbie climbed on and had Matt’s entire length up his as in a nano second. I moved up behind him. I rubbed his hips, kissed his neck, and even reached around to jack him as he found a rhythm for his fucking. More groans of pleasure – this time from both of them. “Let’s add some flavor,” I suggested. “Let me fuck you too.”
The moan escaping from his throat was the only answer I needed. I lubed my dick. It took some serious repositioning, but before long, my dick had joined Matt’s up Robbie hole. The noise that Robbie made was neither a yelp of pain nor a squeal of pleasure. It didn’t take him long to find the rhythm again. He rode fast and furious. Matt came with an intensity that I swear shook the bed. He subsided just as my orgasm began. Two men putting spunk up his ass was enough for Robbie. His load shot out like a bullet from a pistol. It didn’t hit Matt’s stomach or chest. It was in his beard.
Robbie pulled off of us. We arranged ourselves to lie face to face with Robbie between us. The kisses began again. Robbie was hard, and this time, I was the one with his uncut dick in my mouth. I don’t know much about music, but I do play a mean skin flute. Matt lay watching us as he jacked off. Robbie came, filling my mouth with his seed.
This time it was Robbie’s turn to play bartender. Another martini and we were ready to put this Friday night in the record books. In violation of one of our house rules, we left the martini glasses on the dresser to wait for morning. Within ten minutes, we were asleep. Then Robbie rolled over and snuggled against me.
The three of us have been living in a closed triad for a couple of years now. It’s a nice arrangement. Matt and I work for the same company. Robbie does some free lance writing, but basically, he’s a domestic engineer to borrow a term. The house is always clean. Supper’s always ready. Our clothes are always washed and pressed. Don’t get me wrong. He works as hard as we do, and his efforts are well appreciated. And best of all, condoms are a thing of the past.
Some people watch television or read before bedtime. We have sex. It’s almost a nightly ritual, and it never gets dull. But to be honest, sometimes it needs a little spice. You know what I mean. There’s nothing wrong with a marinara sauce. Sometimes though you need the heat of a good puttanesca. Tonight’s play is something that Matt and I concocted over lunch earlier in the week. Dinner was complete. The dishwasher was loaded, and Matt began lightly kissing Robbie’s neck.
“Isn’t it a little early,” he asked giggling.
“Not really. I’m lucky I got through the meal without taking you on the table,” Matt answered.
“Like you can take a willing victim,” I added. “If you all will go up and get the bedroom ready, I’ll make martinis for us.”
“Dirties,” Robbie asked.
“Dirty martinis for a dirty boy.” Did I just say that? At any rate, we all laughed as Matt led our favorite power bottom up the stairs, and I made quick work of my bar duties. Walking through the door with three fabulously chilled dirty martinis, I found my mates naked on the bed. Matt had Robbie laid back giving him some fantastic head. It’s the kind of fellatio that looks great in porn and feels better on your dick. “Gin’s in the house,” I announced to get their attention. I hated to break up their party, but I didn’t want Robbie to get off before we’d put our plan to action, and I wanted to be part of the scene – hell who wouldn’t?
I stripped. We drank our martinis – between bouts of mouth play. I pushed Matt back on the bed and took my surprise from the tray – a silver cocktail stirrer. Appropriately named I think. While Robbie worked Matt’s nipples, I put the stirrer into his slit and began sucking. Matt’s never tried sounding before. Now it will be part of his repertoire. He nearly popped right there. I pulled the stirrer out and started my part of the plan.
I moved up and pushed Robbie’s ass in the air to give me full capability to eat him out. It’s one of his favorite things, but I’m sure it’s moved down the list after last night. When he was worked up and panting so hard that he could no longer service Matt, I reached for the lube. He was nice and relaxed from the tongue lashing I’d been giving him. I put my finger in and felt. There it was. His prostate. Firm, healthy, and fresh. I loved playing with it. Not so much for my own pleasure, but because it drove Robbie wilder than having his ass eaten.
I stopped. Robbie was panting – begging for more. “Matt’s been laying there with no attention. Why don’t you mount him? I’ll even lube him for you.” More lube from the bottle, and smeared over Matt’s dick. He’s nine inches long but thin as a bread stick. I, on the other hand, have one of those six inch long and fat cocks. Robbie climbed on and had Matt’s entire length up his as in a nano second. I moved up behind him. I rubbed his hips, kissed his neck, and even reached around to jack him as he found a rhythm for his fucking. More groans of pleasure – this time from both of them. “Let’s add some flavor,” I suggested. “Let me fuck you too.”
The moan escaping from his throat was the only answer I needed. I lubed my dick. It took some serious repositioning, but before long, my dick had joined Matt’s up Robbie hole. The noise that Robbie made was neither a yelp of pain nor a squeal of pleasure. It didn’t take him long to find the rhythm again. He rode fast and furious. Matt came with an intensity that I swear shook the bed. He subsided just as my orgasm began. Two men putting spunk up his ass was enough for Robbie. His load shot out like a bullet from a pistol. It didn’t hit Matt’s stomach or chest. It was in his beard.
Robbie pulled off of us. We arranged ourselves to lie face to face with Robbie between us. The kisses began again. Robbie was hard, and this time, I was the one with his uncut dick in my mouth. I don’t know much about music, but I do play a mean skin flute. Matt lay watching us as he jacked off. Robbie came, filling my mouth with his seed.
This time it was Robbie’s turn to play bartender. Another martini and we were ready to put this Friday night in the record books. In violation of one of our house rules, we left the martini glasses on the dresser to wait for morning. Within ten minutes, we were asleep. Then Robbie rolled over and snuggled against me.
