“I’d like to propose a toast, to you Ray. I’ve felt more alive in the past 48 hours than you can possibly know.”
“Thank you too, you’ve made this a most memorable weekend for me too.”
Just as we were about to drink the champagne, we heard a knock at the door. Mike turned ashen white.
“Who’s at the door? No one should know I’m here? Did my wife find out about us? Did you order room service?”
“Relax, relax, it’s all good. No, it’s not room service, it’s something much better.”
I got up from the table and while still naked I walked to the door. Just before I opened it I asked Mike, “Do you remember how I asked you about three ways? It wasn’t just idle conversation.”
I opened the door to find a very sexy Dylan waiting there.
“It’s great to see you. I hoped you’d show up.”
“I was so nervous, I worried you might not be here.”
Dylan looked even hotter now than he did in his white lab coat. He was now dressed in a tight tank top, board shorts and flip-flops. He really had the surfer look too a “T”. I pulled him in, closed the door, and started kissing him while I ground my cock into his belly. His kisses where very aggressive, lots of tongue, not a huge amount of finesse. These kisses exposed his youthful exuberance.
“Wow, that’s even bigger than I imagined,” he said as pulled back and looked down.
Boastfully, I replied, “It gets bigger.”
I led Dylan to the balcony, introduced him to a gape-mouthed Mike. From the looks of it, Mike was clearly trying to grasp what was happening. I explained how I met Dylan, hoping it would calm Mike.
Dylan interjected, “Don’t worry, Mr…umm…I mean Mike. I like older guys.”
Mike responded, “Who you calling older?”
To that I added, “Who cares?”
Mike laughed at that comment. I could see he was starting to relax. His cock was completely flaccid, but the color was starting to return to his face.
Mike looked at me and said, “Good point. Dylan, forget I said that. I meant to say, why don’t you join us for lunch? But, you’ll have to take off those beach bum clothes first.”
Within seconds, Dylan had complied. His body was more than I could have asked for. I’ll start with his tan: he had a beautiful golden tan everywhere except the places normally covered by board shorts. His chest was hairless and his pubes were almost shaved off. He had definition from head to toe. His chest was so large it almost looked fake. His arms were unreal, his six-pack was perfect, and his thighs were like tree trunks. His dick was already at full attention. It was probably only about 6.5” or 7” and cut, but it looked perfect on him. It was straight, very few veins, and capped with an amazing head. His low hangers completed the picture. Dylan had the size dick that I could have up my ass all day long.
Dylan could tell that Mike and I were transfixed by his beauty. Sensing this, he started posing for us. I don’t even know how to describe it; this kid was like no one I’ve ever been lucky enough to be with. Fuck, I wanted him so badly, but I didn’t want to the show to stop.
I looked over at Mike, he had two hands on his tool and I could see a drop of pre-cum on his head. I was pretty much in the same predicament.
Without warning Dylan walked over to me and dropped to his knees.
“I’ve never had a cock as big as either of yours; I hope I can take it all.”
He cock sucking also exposed his age. He coated my cock with spit and ferociously started going up and down on my shaft. I didn’t have to do a thing. He kept making himself choke every time he tried to take me down to the base. That didn’t seem to bother him.
‘
I felt Mike’s arm brush against mine. Mike then brushed the side of Dylan’s face with his dick. Dylan pulled my cock out of his mouth and tried to get the two heads in his mouth at once. This might work with average guys, but there was no way anyone could do this with me and Mike.
“I guess I’ll have to alternate.”
Dylan then proceeded to suck Mike. While Dylan did this, I used one hand to rub Dylan’s head and the other to pinch one of Mike’s nipples. Mike responded by also rubbing Dylan’s head with one hand and my cock with the other. Every time Mike or I would get close Dylan would pull out and go to work on the other one. We kept repeating this cycle for at least half and hour.
“Dylan, you’re so fucking hot, I’m gonna blow,” Mike moaned.
“I’m so close, I don’t know if I can hold it any longer,” I added.
Dylan pulled my cock out of his mouth and said, “I want both of you to shoot on my face.”
You didn’t have to ask either one of us twice. I pumped a decent load in his hair and his forehead. Mike took care of Dylan’s nose, cheeks and mouth. Dylan just stayed on his knees and smiled while Mike and I admired what we had just done.
“Not bad for two old men,” I whispered in Mike’s ear.
“Thank you too, you’ve made this a most memorable weekend for me too.”
Just as we were about to drink the champagne, we heard a knock at the door. Mike turned ashen white.
“Who’s at the door? No one should know I’m here? Did my wife find out about us? Did you order room service?”
“Relax, relax, it’s all good. No, it’s not room service, it’s something much better.”
I got up from the table and while still naked I walked to the door. Just before I opened it I asked Mike, “Do you remember how I asked you about three ways? It wasn’t just idle conversation.”
I opened the door to find a very sexy Dylan waiting there.
“It’s great to see you. I hoped you’d show up.”
“I was so nervous, I worried you might not be here.”
Dylan looked even hotter now than he did in his white lab coat. He was now dressed in a tight tank top, board shorts and flip-flops. He really had the surfer look too a “T”. I pulled him in, closed the door, and started kissing him while I ground my cock into his belly. His kisses where very aggressive, lots of tongue, not a huge amount of finesse. These kisses exposed his youthful exuberance.
“Wow, that’s even bigger than I imagined,” he said as pulled back and looked down.
Boastfully, I replied, “It gets bigger.”
I led Dylan to the balcony, introduced him to a gape-mouthed Mike. From the looks of it, Mike was clearly trying to grasp what was happening. I explained how I met Dylan, hoping it would calm Mike.
Dylan interjected, “Don’t worry, Mr…umm…I mean Mike. I like older guys.”
Mike responded, “Who you calling older?”
To that I added, “Who cares?”
Mike laughed at that comment. I could see he was starting to relax. His cock was completely flaccid, but the color was starting to return to his face.
Mike looked at me and said, “Good point. Dylan, forget I said that. I meant to say, why don’t you join us for lunch? But, you’ll have to take off those beach bum clothes first.”
Within seconds, Dylan had complied. His body was more than I could have asked for. I’ll start with his tan: he had a beautiful golden tan everywhere except the places normally covered by board shorts. His chest was hairless and his pubes were almost shaved off. He had definition from head to toe. His chest was so large it almost looked fake. His arms were unreal, his six-pack was perfect, and his thighs were like tree trunks. His dick was already at full attention. It was probably only about 6.5” or 7” and cut, but it looked perfect on him. It was straight, very few veins, and capped with an amazing head. His low hangers completed the picture. Dylan had the size dick that I could have up my ass all day long.
Dylan could tell that Mike and I were transfixed by his beauty. Sensing this, he started posing for us. I don’t even know how to describe it; this kid was like no one I’ve ever been lucky enough to be with. Fuck, I wanted him so badly, but I didn’t want to the show to stop.
I looked over at Mike, he had two hands on his tool and I could see a drop of pre-cum on his head. I was pretty much in the same predicament.
Without warning Dylan walked over to me and dropped to his knees.
“I’ve never had a cock as big as either of yours; I hope I can take it all.”
He cock sucking also exposed his age. He coated my cock with spit and ferociously started going up and down on my shaft. I didn’t have to do a thing. He kept making himself choke every time he tried to take me down to the base. That didn’t seem to bother him.
‘
I felt Mike’s arm brush against mine. Mike then brushed the side of Dylan’s face with his dick. Dylan pulled my cock out of his mouth and tried to get the two heads in his mouth at once. This might work with average guys, but there was no way anyone could do this with me and Mike.
“I guess I’ll have to alternate.”
Dylan then proceeded to suck Mike. While Dylan did this, I used one hand to rub Dylan’s head and the other to pinch one of Mike’s nipples. Mike responded by also rubbing Dylan’s head with one hand and my cock with the other. Every time Mike or I would get close Dylan would pull out and go to work on the other one. We kept repeating this cycle for at least half and hour.
“Dylan, you’re so fucking hot, I’m gonna blow,” Mike moaned.
“I’m so close, I don’t know if I can hold it any longer,” I added.
Dylan pulled my cock out of his mouth and said, “I want both of you to shoot on my face.”
You didn’t have to ask either one of us twice. I pumped a decent load in his hair and his forehead. Mike took care of Dylan’s nose, cheeks and mouth. Dylan just stayed on his knees and smiled while Mike and I admired what we had just done.
“Not bad for two old men,” I whispered in Mike’s ear.
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