Sunday 20th June 2021
In the middle of the night I was woken up by a very bright light in the room. It was lightening. I knew that because almost immediately there were three very loud explosions of thunder all very close to the house if not right above it. All three of us woke up and there was more lightning and thunder also very close to us. I found myself between both the guys and shifted myself away from them to the bottom of the bed. I could hear the rain throwing it down. I had three concerns. Firstly to close the bedroom windows I had left open to remove the smell of man sex from the bedroom and to stop the rain from getting into the hose and secondly to check the house for damage. That lightning and thunder was really close. Stephen and Chris were now sitting up on the bedside watching me.
I warned the guys that I was going to switch on the room lights and to protect their eyes. The light on I was able to check the roof which was good. I told Stephen to check his office rooms in the house annex whilst I checked the other rooms for damage. We both reported that things were fine and I announced that I would go outside to check the roof and garage.
Chris volunteered to help but I turned it down. I know what to look for, and we are properly prepared for lightening. It’s more likely to hit the trees and rocks than the house but I like to be sure. It was still pouring down with rain when I went outside and I half cursed myself for not checking the forecast before going to be but sex with the guys had taken a priority. I checked around the house and inside the garage and all was fine. I could see in the distance a flashlight around the farmhouse. I knew that my brother would have been woken up by the storm and was also checking the property. I wasn’t going to bother him with a phone call, not at this time of night though the storm had certainly been right above us. My brother would call if he needed any help. Besides I was out in the rain naked and I was saturated. I didn’t care. Protecting my property came first. I walked back into the bathroom soaked. I picked up a towel and made my way back into the bedroom drying myself.
“You weren’t outside in the storm naked”?
Stephen was incredulous.
“You Fool”!
Chris agreed in his own way “Wahsinnig”.
I looked at him questioningly
“It means ‘Crazy’”
“The place is fine no problems”. I reported. “Though I think my brother is out checking the farm and cattle”.
Stephen and Chris looked at each other.
“It’s OK, he’s Cornish. They do things differently down here. I’ve slowly got used to it”.
Once dried, I re-joined the guys on the bed. And they both cuddled up to me. Their bodies were very warm and comforting.
This time I fell asleep on my back with both guys lying against me with Stephen holding onto my flaccid cock and Chris’s arm across my chest.
I woke up and looked at the time. It was after nine am and I realised that I was alone. I recalled the overnight storm and checking the house remembering that the storm must have been right over the house. I rolled off the bed naked and walked down the stairs to the kitchen and saw Chris and Stephen exercising in the gym area. Stephen was taking advantage of Chris’s huge body by having him spot some really big weights. Both were just wearing Jockstraps, Chris was using the jock with the extendable pouch, though this time it was blue not white.
Chris called out a greeting to me. “Guete Morge Gerren”
I called back “Dyth da! Fatla genes Chris”?
“What is that”? Chris asked really puzzled.
Stephen completed his rep, using a lot more weight than when I was exercising with him, and Chris assisted in putting the weights back on the stand.
“Don’t worry, it’s Cornish”, and beckoned me over for a good morning kiss. “It’s the local language. Gerren asked how you are”.
“Oh I’m great thank you”. Chris in spite of his near nudity was very formal. As I kissed Stephen he told me just how exciting it was to look up and see Chris in just his jockstrap. “We have to get some, love. We’d look amazing in them”. I stood up and Chris and Stephen exchanged places.
“There’s coffee on the go and come and join us with some exercise.
I walked back to the kitchen and I heard the guys talking about me.
“Just look at that body and butt. He’s to die for”. I heard Stephen tell Chris.
“I’d own him in a minute. He’s absolutely gorgeous”. Chris replied.
“I heard that”. I shouted back at Chris. “You’d be on the game for the rest of your life to keep me”. I went back upstairs and found a jock and put it on looking at my backside in the mirror. I did have a decent bum I decided for myself. I picked up a towel and went back down to join the guys and wiped down my rowing machine from the remains of the rain storm the night before. I removed the cover from the screen and set up a warm up programme. The machine, a birthday present from Stephen was probably the best in the world, came with a subscription which he paid, an internet connect which he also set up and a monitor that allowed me to row on some of the world’s best rowing courses. There was also a connection to my wrist to monitor my pulse and blood pressure. I could also set up to have the tide with me or against me if the course was tidal.
I did my ten minute warm up as the guys bench pressed and then set up a rigorous programme for me to row hard for fifteen minutes at an initial rate of forty but going down to thirty-four strokes. I was soon sweating at the effort and Chris walked over to watch me; Stephen standing with him. I tried not to be distracted by the guys but it wasn’t easy. Both their bodies were well pumped up and would have been any gay guys dream. Chris was commenting that he had never seen anyone put so much effort into a rowing exercise. I told him that the machine was the best in the world and would be used by Olympic athletes for training.
Chris asked about the numbers on the screen. “What is that 163”?
“It’s my pulse rate” I told him.
“It looks like great cardio – I’d like to try it please”. I still had six minutes to go before the end of my first row, but I agreed for Chris to try during my break. I could see the two guys standing side by side arms around each other, their bodies in peak condition, their muscles looking amazing. I just wanted to melt into Stephen; I loved the man so much and would have been happy to have Chris join us. God was I ever a lucky guy to have both these guys with me.
They left me alone to do some squats and curls working their huge legs and arms and I finished off my first row by slowing down eventually to a sixteen before coming to a rest. Now I was pumped up. My arms, chest and legs beginning to ache slightly and I called Chris over to have a try on the machine. It took a moment to adjust the machine for his slightly extra height and to set up a programme. I gave him my regular warm up programme and he set off too slowly. I was calling out to him to speed up.
He was already complaining about the effort and I stopped the programme.
“Would you like to have a go at a really hard row?” I asked. Stephen was behind Chris shaking his head at me.
“Yes OK, I’d like a try”. I set up the hardest row the machine could give him. I set up at a constant forty-two. After thirty seconds he was struggling.
“Come on Chris the other guy is already a boats length ahead of you”. He tried putting in a greater effort but to no avail. He just couldn’t manage the stroke.
“It’s a lot harder than it looks”. He admitted and went back to his regular exercise.
I reset the machine for my second row building up a great sweat and enjoying myself watching the guys work out and helping each other. The guys who had been working out for some time before I joined them stripped off their jocks and stood under the shower that we had built next to the gym area. I noticed Stephen going down on Chris’s nipples which must have reacted to the cold water and reach down to hold onto his swelling cock. I had no jealousy in what I was seeing knowing that most probably be doing the same to both the guys if I was with them.
I came to the end of my exercise by which time the guys had finished their shower and had headed up to the bedroom to change.
After my shower I went to the bathroom to tidy myself up for the day. The guys were enjoying themselves checking out their pumped-up muscles. I finished my ablutions and joined them, and they continued their exploration of bodies by including me. I was sore but pumped up from my exercise and enjoyed the guys attention but reminded them that we had lunch and that Chris was paying.
By twelve fifteen we were four miles from home at the small and rather unknown Lakeside Café to enjoy one of their famous Sunday lunches. Stephen and I had cried off my family Sunday lunch as we had planned to go kayaking down at Porthcurno, but Chris visiting us out of the blue had scuppered our plans for more water borne exercise.
The lakeside was more famous for its cakes and afternoon teas and its surprisingly wonderful breakfasts, than its Sunday lunches but you still got a fantastic meal, with a wide choices of meats, vegetables, roasted potatoes and if you wanted it, Yorkshire pudding but Stephen and I preferred the Cornish thick slice of fresh bread to soak up the pints of tasty gravy we were offered.
We were sitting outside at a lakeside table, the storm clouds had gone and the sky was totally clear and blue and the sun was out and the temperature was high and it was hot. Chris was delighted with his meal, glorying in the traditional British Sunday lunch. “The best Sunday meal in Europe”. He told us. We chatted about my families Sunday lunch which now that Stephen had married me, included him.
“It’s marvellous”. He told Chris, “Gerren sits at the top of the table as head of the family, says a traditional Cornish prayer before slicing up a huge side of Roast Beef or Pork, and there are vegetables galore and gallons of gravy. My Sister-in law – Laura” – He paused, “ yes I suppose she is my Sister-in law, well she is a marvellous cook and always surpasses herself”.
Stephen described the farmhouse kitchen and the first time I had taken him to meet my family and how they were stunned at his presence. “I am three inches taller than Gerren though just a bit bigger bodied than him, but I suppose they had never seen anyone as tall as me in their house before”.
“This wind up merchant who is now my husband, told me in great detail as to how religious they were and that Sunday lunch was eaten in a ‘respectful silence’, and when I walked in, having to bend almost double to get through the kitchen door and stood up. The first words I heard were Jesus, and Oh my God, and this bastard was rolling on the floor crying with laughter”. He told Chris whilst pointing at me. They were marvellous, I couldn’t have been made more welcome.
“If you come down again, we’ll try to include you in our Sunday lunch”. I invited Chris.
“Though you’ll have to be weary of Laura”. Stephen continued, “She fancies me like anything and would walk through red hot coals, swim a piranha filled river and fight off loins with a knife between her teeth to get me next to her”. He was laughing. “No doubt she’d be after your body too Chris. Gerren gets away with it as he’s family”.
“A lot of the women in the village are jealous of Laura as she gets to be close to us to the annoyance of them. At the Women’s Institute she is always asked about us both by the other ladies”.
We had finished out lunch and feeling rather bloated and Chris asked what we would be doing for the remainder of the afternoon.
“Usually we have a walk together over the moors and the coastal path”. Stephen told him. “You are welcome to join us”. He agreed.
We drove home after Chris had paid the bill which was the bill for staying with us for the weekend, and set off up the steep hill over the road from the house towards the Logan Stone. A set granite rocks seemingly placed on top of each other by a giant for fun but actually typical of the rocks in West Cornwall, eroded by the wind and rain over millions of years. Chris was struck by them. I told him of the legend of the giants of the area who threw the rocks at each other to prevent trespassing on their land. Stephen climbed on top of a balanced rock and pulled up Chris to join him and they looked over towards the ocean. I joined them and pointed out the clump of trees alongside the road and how it was the only area of trees for some distance and how they hid our home from view. Chris looked about and nodded. He couldn’t see our home, but just the end of the fields by the coastal path. He took out his phone and took a photo.
We walked on towards the Zennor Quoit, the ancient stone edifice that Stephen had called my personal Stonehenge. I explained to Chris that the quoit was at least 4-5,000 years old depending on who you wanted to believe and that the roof stone was broken in the 18th to 19th Century. “This land’s civilisation and the remains are protected by the nation; there are theories that the Celts came here to Britain from Switzerland when Britain was still connected to the continent, maybe 10,000 years ago”. Chris was impressed. We walked along past the Sperris Quoit, which is really ruined and over the flat plateau that is Beagletodn downs to Trendrine Hill.
I showed Chris around the area to the villages and the sea. I think he was really interested as it was the first time he seemed serious. I turned him around and pointed out St Ives and the bay and then the hamlets of Towednack, Amelveor and Nancledra and over in the distance, St Michaels Mount and the English Channel and beyond the Atlantic. “This is so different to the England I know”. Chris admitted. He reached out to Stephen putting his arm around his waist and squeezed him. “Now I know why you came here. It’s for this wonderful man and this special magical place”.
I indicated that we were to walk down to the roadway below us and for him to be careful as there was no pathway. We crossed the road at Wicca, and walked down the unpaved roadway past the local farm which was my unofficial neighbour though the land between us was nationally owned. There was no one around as we passed and we continued down to the Coastal footpath.
We headed west towards Zennor Head, Chris almost transfixed by the cliffs and rocks. Taking many photo’s on his phone. We stopped for a moment almost half way to the Cliff head.
“Do you know where we are”? I asked Chris. Stephen was grinning all over his face. I pointed upward at the tall grassy verge at the side of the pathway.
“Do you see that piece of wood up there”. He struggled to see what I mean. “Climb up that bank and tell us what you can see”. It was not a stiff climb and Chris was able to reach the top of the bank. He swore in Swiss German or so it sounded. “Unglaublich – it’s your home”. He looked around from the top of the style at the pathway underneath him and out to the ocean. “You’d never know your home was here”. He stepped down from the style and re-joined us at the footpath and looked back up to the top of the bank.
“You are really private here”. We agreed.
Chris was beaming and again his eyes had that dirty devilish look in them. “You could be up there naked and fucking and partying and no one would know”.
Stephen agreed. “You’d have to be quiet about it though”.
A realisation came over Chris’s face, “Do you mean that people could have been walking here yesterday when we were on the grass in the garden?”
“It’s very likely”. I told Chris.
“Fuck” was his genuinely delighted response.
I indicated that we should continue our walk. We had passed a few other more serious walker along the path but no one of interest to us and mercifully no one came by at the bottom of our land. I didn’t want to give anyone a clue to our secret access. We came to Zennor Head and we climbed onto the top of the rocks. Chris insisted that we try to take a photo of the three of us. I was in the middle with the taller guys each side of me and Chris was holding his phone as far away from us as possible trying to get us all in the frame with some of the cliffs and coast behind us. We clambered down back onto the footpath and made our way towards the village. It being a Sunday we didn’t go into the church but we did go into the pub which was full of visitors. Stephen ordered us drinks and we went outside into the garden and found a table with some shade from the sun which was now becoming intense.
We sipped out our drinks and chatted and got many admiring looks mostly from women and a few stares from men. It was water off a ducks back to all three of us.
As we were walking back along the road away from the pub I heard someone call my name and then Stephen’s name. We stopped and looked behind us. Stephen was the first to notice who it was. It was our old friend Johnathon.
We walked back to him and greeted him warmly.
Johnathon was a school teacher who I first knew well before I met Stephen and was an infrequent fuck pal of mine. Not long after Stephen and I had met Johnathon had enjoyed both of us and it was an excellent experience. He moved away from the remote village where he taught back to the east of Cornwall to be closer to his parents. I asked what he was doing back in the village.
“I’ve been seeing an old flame that’s kept in touch and I’ve been having a look around at some of my old haunts. I wondered if I’d come across you guys”.
I was genuinely pleased to see one of my oldest partners; we had fucked many times when I was home from my overseas work. He had reluctantly come to our wedding; slightly afraid that he could be ‘outed’ by people who knew he was a school teacher. He needn’t have worried.
Johnathon was an athletic guy, nicely muscled, Dark Brown tidy hair, smooth, 6’0” and a couple of years older than me. Above all he was boyishly attractive with sexy eyes and the most pleasant gentlemanly demeanour. Stubbornly single, but keeping his private life private, he liked Classical Music like myself and was very good in bed. I was forgetting my manners and introduced Chris to Johnathon. There was an immediate connection. I could see the guys virtually removing the clothing from each other. I suggested that he came back to our home to have a chat about what he’d been up to, but he pointed out that he had his car in the car park. I’d drive you all around to your place if you like.
It was Chris who made another suggestion. “Why don’t you guys have some time to yourselves and walk home and this sexy little number and I can drive back and wait for you. I immediately had visions of the guys naked at the bottom of our fields, fucking the lives out of each other with Chris wanting to prove that people couldn’t hear the sound of sex from the footpath below. Stephen guided me away from the guys to walk me home. I called back to them to not to try to get into the house as the alarm was primed and to wait for our arrival.
Stephen and I walked back home speculating as to what the guys would be doing when we returned home. Stephen was adamant – we would not join in unless invited. I agreed; we’d give the guys some space. I knew that the guys would be wanting to fuck by the time we got home, even if they had only know each other for five minutes.
We got home and walked back up the field to find the guys stripped to the waist with Chris flexing and Johnathon checking out the displayed muscle. Both guys were fairly red in the face. I went around the front, noticed both their cars parked side by side and thought just how appropriate it was and let myself into the house and turned off the alarm. And went to the back and let the guys inside. Almost immediately the guys were deep kissing each other.
“Why don’t you guys go upstairs to the bedroom and have some privacy”. I suggested. The guys almost ran upstairs and Stephen and I sat down at the kitchen table. After about fifteen minutes, Stephen couldn’t bear the tension knowing that the two hot guys were getting off together right above his head and suggested that he do some work in his office. He was almost at the door to the offices when a totally naked Chris bounded down the stairs his cock totally hard sticking out in front of him.
“Gerren where are the condoms and lube kept”?
I looked over to Stephen and called out deliberately called out. “Vicar, say hello to our guest Chris, He’s from Switzerland you’d be interested to know”.
Chris spun around to see who I was talking to making an attempt, unsuccessfully to hide his huge erection, shock written on his face, only to see Stephen standing there laughing at him.
“You fucking bastard Gerren”. Huge relief on his face as he realised the joke.
“In the bedside table on the right”. I told him.
“I’ve looked and there is lube but no rubbers”.
I told Chris to come with me and I went upstairs pulling him up with me holding onto his huge cock, and walked him into the bedroom. Johnathon was naked on the bed looking very expectantly at Chris. I pulled Chris to the cupboard where we kept our extra rubbers and gave Chris a large handful of the Magnums. “Happy fucking Vicar”. I laughed at him. I walked back to the stairs and looked back at the guys Chris was already on the bed kissing Johnathon passionately. There was no invitation to join them. Reluctantly I walked back downstairs and gave Stephen a shake of the head indicating that there was no invite. He walked into his office, from which I wasn’t actually banned but I knew that Stephens work was official and secret and that I wasn’t to know all the details of his work.
I went to my computer, switched on my headphones and put on some music; Mozart and Schubert. I knew the music would distract me from the goings on upstairs. When the music had finished the guys had still not come downstairs. I removed the headphones and I could hear the guys hard at it. I couldn’t resist the temptation and as silently as I could I climbed the stairs and looked into the bedroom. The guys were on the floor not a couple of yards away from me, with Johnathon, his back to me riding on Chris’s massiveness, taking it balls deep and judging from his voice he was loving every second of it. I watched for a few seconds, feeling my cock starting to expand, and then headed back downstairs and put on some more music. I worked around the kitchen preparing some food for the evening, steaming some chicken breasts, boiling up some eggs and taking some frozen vegetables from the freezer. I didn’t hear him come to me but Stephen came behind me removing the headphones.
“I’m surprised that you weren’t watching the guys”. I could still hear the guys fucking. “I did have a quick look”. I admitted. Stephen grinned. “So did I. Chris spotted me pounding Johnathon from above and smiled at me. Johnathon was in heaven with his legs in the air wrapped around Chris’s waist. I could hear them in my office too; quite a distraction”.
“I’ve been listening to some music and so haven’t heard them”. Johnathon’s gasps of pleasure were punctuating the otherwise silence in the house as we spoke. Stephen spun me around to face him, pushing his groin into mine and kissing me deeply. “I fucking love you Mr Gerren Korneys. I love the life we have here above all and the fact that we can share our friends”.
My hands were on the sides of his pelvis and Stephen did something he hadn’t done in a long while. He put his hands inside my forearms and pushed up my arms up to his shoulders so that I was embracing his neck and again he kissed me deeply and with love.
The guys upstairs were still noisily pounding away with each other and we walked out into the garden and we cut some fresh herbs for the chicken salad I had planned if the guys ever stopped fucking.
We walked around the garden together, my arm around his super trim waist and his arm around my shoulder holding me to him.
“I’ve told you many times Gerren, I never imagined that I’d be living with such a sensational guy as you and even be married”.
“And I never thought that I’d be living here at home with a man who still makes my heart go thump when I see him even after five years”.
We walked back to the kitchen and could still hear the guys humping upstairs. We sat together in the conservatory and a few minutes later we heard the guys both climax. We looked at each other in relief and smiled. Soon the guys made their way to the bathroom and not long after they joined us; Chris with a really dirty grin on his face and Johnathon looking wistful. We invited the satiated guys to join us for supper, Johnathon refusing wine as he had to travel back the sixty miles back to Liskeard. We chatted about our lives, Johnathon about his work as a teacher and how much happier he was being closer to Plymouth and night life. “I’ve even got a couple of Royal Marines as friends”. He told us. Stephen, perpetually an Army man in spite of resigning huffed. “Fucking Marines – always sluts”.
I spoke about the fact that because of the pandemic, Stephen and I still hadn’t had our honeymoon. “We wanted to go sailing around the Pacific Islands”. Stephen reminded Johnathon. “But we decided to delay until the start of the southern spring. Then the pandemic hit just as we were preparing the journey and still New Zealand, Australia and the Pacific Islands are closed off to tourists”.
“At least we are due our vaccinations soon. That should help matter” I added.
Having finished his meal, Johnathon apologised but announced that he had to leave. “I hate driving in the twilight and the Glyn Valley Road is appalling at this time of year”. He stood and shook our hands and embraced me. “Sorry to run off like this Gerren, but it’s been great to see you again and I really enjoyed myself”. He whispered in my ear.
Unsurprisingly Chris followed him to his car. We heard Johnathon drive off and Chris returned to us with a wide grin on his face. “Now I have a second reason to come back here to Cornwall. He’s a great guy”.
We spent the evening chatting generally outside in the warm evening sun. When the sun finally sank below the horizon we went inside and upstairs to the bedroom and the three of us stripped off.
I wasn’t expecting sex but Chris had other ideas. He laid on the bed beside me his cock rampant once again. The guy certainly had a great sex drive. I nudged Stephen and nodded towards the unmistakable erection on the guy. Stephen sat up against the pillows and asked Chris to tell us about the hottest couple he had ever fucked with for money.
“Oh that is easy. It was a mixed race couple in London. They were good-looking, muscled the way you guys like them to be, not as hung as we guys are but about seven eight inches each and they were very horny.
Usually I’d give a client a couple of hours but these guys kept me going for almost half the night and it was really good. They were all over me; licking and kissing my body together and stroking me sensationally I felt like I was floating with no power holding me up. They were sucking my cock, licking my balls eating out my hole and offering me their bodies to worship and to eat. I got them to fuck each other for me so I could watch them and tell them what to do. They obeyed everything I asked them to do”.
Chris was stroking his cock as he told us about the action, and I saw that Stephen, dirty minded pig that he is, was also jacking off.
Chris continued. “I also got to fuck them each but the best part was when I was in between them both, and I was fucking the white guy and the bigger bodied black guy was behind me and fucking my hole really good. I don’t remember how many times we came but it was a lot. I even stayed the night with them and we were fucking again in the morning. They got their monies worth from me but I didn’t mind at all. It was all very hot and sexy”.
Stephen was in his element hearing all the details from Chris.
“Do you ever get invited to group sex and parties”. He eagerly asked.
“Oh yeah but they are not fun”. Chris complained. I’m always the centre of attention and I’m not interested in a lot of the men there. Some are too old, too smelly, bad breath, out of shape and sticky and so few of these guys I have no interest in and I always have to push their hands away from touching me. Then there are the guys with too many tattoos, and untidy beards, thinking they look marvellous. No I don’t like these so called organised parties. I prefer it when I can go to a friend’s place and meet the guys I am interested in, like with Mike and Carl. Now they are guys who have friends that I really like; just like you guys.
Chris brightened up considerably, thinking of his friends, stroking his massiveness with longer and harder strokes. Stephen leapt over me and stood above Chris.
“If you like us so much, lay your lips on my cock”. Chris’s eyes regained their devilish gaze and he struggled up onto his knees and took in most of Stephen’s cock. Without touching myself I also got a hard on just watching the two guys and it wasn’t too long before I was also facing Chris with my cock available for him to swallow. Stephen and I kissed as we were being expertly serviced by our professional friend.
Our kisses became more intense and Chris broke away from sucking on us to comment that we were the sexiest and loving couple he knew. We moved our kissing from the bed to the floor and soon Stephen was climbing onto my body, grinding his cock into mine with his huge arms around my back and neck and he was wrapping his legs around my waist and I was holding up all of his weight in my hands holding onto his massive thighs for dear life, frightened of dropping him. Chris moved to the edge of the bed to watch us more closely, slowly stroking his erection and studying us intently. I turned Stephen around slowly and he gently lowered himself to the floor, standing next to me as close as he could practically force his body against mine. I was still overwhelmed by his height and size even after five years of being with him and was overjoyed at him looking down at me with his wonderful loving hazel eyes and his gentle smile.
At six foot three, I was always on the lookout for a taller man and wow, didn’t I ever hit the jackpot with my six foot six Nordic God of a husband. Chris was still watching us from the bedside. I had no objection to anyone watching Stephen and I kissing or being demonstrative out in public, and no qualms about our sex pals watching us being affectionate, naked and having sex. If in public anyone objected to our touchy-feely relationship and threatened us then we were more than physically capable of taking care of ourselves.
We were kissing again and starting to check out each other’s bodies kissing pecs, biceps, delts and nipples. Stroking each other and touching and stroking each other’s cocks. I knew Chris was there watching us intently but for me this wasn’t a display for him, it was my wonderful husband and I really loving each other in our bedroom.
Unbidden and without any objection from us Chris came and joined us and we opened up to put him in between us with him facing me and he joined in the kissing. We turned to face each other and put our arms around the bodies next to us and pushing our groins together, mashing our cocks, and rubbing the leaking pre-come into each of our over-extended dicks.
I moved behind Chris and began dry humping his hard backside. He pushed against me in acceptance and was now kissing Stephen deeply and checking out his arms, slowly massaging the muscles and moaning deeply. I couldn’t resist, and dropped to my knees and pushed my face into his crevice making my tongue find its way deeper into the tight crevice and to his fuck-hole eventually hitting the tender muscle making Chris release a deep satisfied moan.
“Eat him out Gerren”. Stephen was wise to my actions. “Prepare that arse of his for another hard fucking”. I opened the solid cheeks wider, and Chris responded by slightly opening his knees apart to make it easier for me to get in deeper and probe his hole, and every now and again firmly spanking his backside, and receiving a gentle moan and feeling his glutes tighten slightly.
Stephen left us to go to the bathroom; Chris turned around to kiss me and spoke gently.
“You know, if you weren’t married and happy, I’d make you mine in an instant – you are the most handsome sexy man I have ever seen and I’m so jealous of Stephen having you”. I could see into his eyes that he was sincere and again he kissed me quickly before dropping to his knees again to blow my cock, licking my balls and my shaft whilst looking up into my eyes with his delicious dirty blue eyes staring deep into mine with total lust.
He tried to swallow me whole but the angle was slightly wrong and he was pushing me backwards making me lose my balance and I held on tightly to his head with both hands to steady myself and pushed all nine inches into his throat. Without a pause he was face fucking himself on my cock. His nose and forehead hitting the base of my stomach and I held his head there strongly before letting it go and he nearly fell back onto the floor at the release, taking in a huge gulp of air and again looking up into my eyes with gratitude and hunger before tongue worshiping me again.
I was hearing no noise from the bathroom and I was wondering what Stephen was up to. Chris resumed his worship of my cock this time totally looking up into my eyes as if he was trying to hypnotise me as he sucked my length, and trying to convince me to do something to him or that he would let me do anything to him. It was a bit difficult for me to see but I could tell that Chris was not touching himself. But I could see the tip of his cock pointing towards me and a line of pre-come was touching the floor from his fat cockhead.
On and on he was sucking me, pulling off my length as I could slap his wanting tongue and face before resuming the assault on his throat. His eyes constantly looking up into mine as his head bobbed along my straining length. He reached up to grab hold of my right pec, squeezing the muscle hard. I put my hand on his bulging veined bicep appreciating the muscle and being further turned on by his body below me. He changed tactic, by holding tight onto my shaft, wanking me as he worshiped my cock. Now he was humming with delight as he sucked. He must have been alone with me for ten minutes, just face worshiping my cock and looking into my eyes.
Stephen returned. “Are you two not fucking yet?” He came beside me offering his cock to Chris who just as greedily went right down full length nose deep on the ten inch shaft. The face fucking continued and I noticed that Stephen’s body and arms were really pumped up and was looking superb. I now knew that he had been outside exercising for the time he was away. Our eye contact was amazing. I knew he could see just how pleased and excited I was with his body and just how much he was enjoying the attention on his cock from Chris. We kissed with pure enjoyment, no words were necessary Chris now revering both our cocks, sucking and wanking us.
Again Stephen left us, standing on one side of the bedroom, slowly wanking himself and watching us intently. We got into some more kissing and body worship and Chris must have remembered just how much I love nip play and was sucking and licking mine for all he was worth. The sensation was fantastic. I went down on his nipples, licking, biting, chewing and pulling then with my teeth and giving them also the soft treatment. When I bit down hard on them he gave a yelp and his body shuddered but he never complained, he just returned the action to my nips.
Again, Stephen walked back to us, behind Chris and went down to give his hole a good licking. Chris leaned forward into me and supporting himself with his arm around my back, and with his lecherous eyes kissed me deep as I reached under him to stroke his still leaking cock. When Stephen was happy that Chris was prepared for him, he stepped back to reach for the lube. I now saw that he was already prepared with a Magnum rolled down two thirds of the way down his amazing cock and that he had also put on a rubber cock-ring which made his already hard cock look positively enormously thick. He pushed Chris forward down onto my dick in one thrust and simultaneously jammed his cock all the way into Chris’s hole.
Chris gave out what can only be described as between a squeal and a groan as both our cocks were driven into both ends of him. Between us our nineteen inches of man meat were shoved into him, with Stephen taking a half pace forward to ensure that Chris could not escape from either end of us.
If it were possible to describe the sex happening between us then eye-sex would come near. Chris’s desire and lust for me and Stephen’s overwhelming love for me could be accurate. Stephen pulverized Chris’s hole really hard as his gaze was solely into my eyes. As we fucked him both ends, he was giving out moans of delight. There must be a slight masochistic side to Chris as we rammed him with as much power as we could muster. I’d never seen Stephen fuck like this before and it concerned me slightly even though his fucking of me was nowhere near as violent as this. Our fucking had always been gentle and loving.
Stephen slapped the side of Chris’s backside really hard. The sound was like a whip being cracked. For a moment, Chris involuntarily let go of my cock from his mouth to cry out loud, only to have Stephen push his head back down on my cock and he received yet another very hard noisy smack but this time Stephen had held onto his head making Chris give out a muffled cry as he sucked on me.
Stephen’s body, his arms and neck were totally pumped up now and he looked amazing. He continued to look into my eyes all the time he was fucking and slapping Chris’s backside.
“Wanting to take my husband away from me huh”? Stephen called out to Chris. “I’ve a good mind to force you to stay here to service us every day”, before slapping both side of his arse cheeks really hard. Chris was now whimpering each time Stephen spanked him, but I also noticed that he was also jacking on his cock really hard and pausing every now and again. Was he edging?
I allowed him to release my cock and he half stood up as he received my husband’s treatment of his hole and his spanking. Chris was now openly calling out loud and I covered his mouth with my hand to try to silence him. Amazingly he was still gazing intently into my eyes. My erection was rubbing against his abs giving me thrills I wasn’t expecting. Stephen slowed down slightly to put some more lube onto his cock and then continued power-fucking our escort guest. I kept my hand covering his mouth and he was now almost gripping my body, like a wrestling bear hug, it was so tight.
He turned his head around, breaking his gaze into my eyes and looked into Stephen’s eyes. I tried to read the thoughts from his stare and decided that it was one of gratitude. Stephen nodded slightly at me. I understood that it would be my turn to fuck. I walked away to get a magnum and lube from the drawer and turned around to see the guys kissing deep and hard in a huge embrace, with both their huge cocks pointing towards me beyond their thighs.
I walked around behind Chris and the first thing I noticed was two large and deep bruises on his backside. My first thought was ouch. Then I thought of the pain that would last maybe a week and the time for the bruises to heal which might be two to three weeks.
The guys were kissing deeply as I lined myself up against Chris, pushing in slowly. Surprisingly given the length and thickness of Stephen’s cock, I had some difficulty in entering him and Chris had to reach behind to stop my pressure on his hole. I lubed him some more and after a bit of a struggle I was deep inside of him and he was moaning “Oh Gerren”. Straight away I started pounding constantly hitting his G spot as he was calling out in delight each time I hit the switch. He bent down to take me in further I had my hands on his hard pecs and he grabbed hold of each of my hands holding me there as I fucked him and he continued to call out.
I pushed him down further and he had to reach down to the floor to hold himself upright for me. Stephen came around to watch my cock slide in and out Chris’s hole, giving me words of encouragement. “You should see the way his cock is bouncing around under there Gerren. It’s swinging all over the place” He walked around in front of Chris crouched down on his knees and kissed him gently, looking in his eyes and told him. “It’s OK you enjoy Gerren”, before standing up to thrust his cock down the guys throat. We spit-roasted the man for some time, not giving up our unplanned domination of him but there was never a word of complaint from Chris, in fact, he looked as excited as ever. I really had no idea if he was a top or a bottom but I suppose as he was an escort he’d have to be versatile.
I could now clearly see the rubber cock-ring on Stephen making blood veins really stand out. I secretly wanted to suck on the meat as I fucked, but was enjoying seeing Chris get royally face-fucked. There was so much saliva dribbling out of Chris’s mouth down onto the floor that I was slightly concerned for the floor but also relieved that we had the floor parqueted and vinyl coated above the underfloor heating we had installed after our marriage. No stained carpets for us, though a towel would have been useful. My thoughts were interrupted by a change of positions once again. Things were getting frenetic.
I was directed to lie on the floor on my back and Chris sat down on my cock riding himself towards what I hoped was oblivion. Stephen was on his knees besides and alongside Chris leaning over to chew his nips and kiss him. I had the delightful sight once again of his cock heavily veined, rubbing against Chris’s leg. I wanted so much to suck it. Then, as if reading my thoughts, Stephen came to my head and pointed his solid hard rod of iron directly at my mouth. I groaned with glee, looking up at my lovers meat and his massive body above me and his smiling face beaming down on me and took the heat from his cock into my mouth, as much of it as I could. Stephen was face-fucking me and every now and again was slapping my face with his cock. He pulled Chris back towards him and completed the sexual triangle by holding his head and thrusting his tongue into the escort bottoms mouth and leaning forward to jack off Chris’s over excited dick.
I was holding up Chris’s lower back as I pummelled his hole being just able to see my shaft being swallowed greedily into his hole; the feeling of tightness was still there in spite of the shafting we had both given him over the weekend. The guy was a sexual star and we weren’t paying a penny for all of this and he was so eager for more.
Stephen was now standing alongside Chris who was swallowing all of the engorged cock to the root. If ever a sex pig was enjoying himself it was Chris with us that night. He was grunting and moaning as he rode my cock and taking every millimetre of Stephen’s sword down his throat and jacking on his cock. Again our position’s changed, who decided that it would happen and who was to be doing what I have no recollection, but the images of the action stay in my head. It sort of just happened.
Chris was now on his back with Stephen so deep inside of him with one of Chris’s legs on his shoulder, ramming himself fully home, and I was now being sucked off by my husband. The odour of man-sex in the room was intoxicating, and I knew that I wasn’t too far off shooting. Being on his back I could only admire Chris’s body, shiny with a slight perspiration. His chest overly pumped and his nipples hard pointing up-wards and below his perfect set of abs rolling down to his thick heavy ten inch cock rolling about as he was being pounded hard by my equally built husband.
Chris called out to me.
“Gerren come down here and give me that wonderful cock of yours”.
I did so kneeling beside his head as he took in four or five inches of my tool. As he sucked Stephen moaned
“Jesus, your cock looks so hot being sucked but still lots of your shaft still to travel into his throat”. I wasn’t going to put more into the hot mouth as I was receiving a great tongue bath on my cockhead from Chris. Stephen and I leaned closer to each other to kiss as we fucked each end of our friend.
Suddenly Chris took is bloated cock in his hand and was furiously jacking himself off. Stephen noticed this and increased the rate of his fucking if it was possible. I was looking down at both the cocks and was instantly turned on mot by the jacking and fucking but the narrowness of Chris’s waist. I’d not noticed before.
Then it was like a miracle. We all shot our loads at the same instant give or take a couple of seconds. Chris first, dropping his load on his belly; not firing it far but certainly a big load over his abs. Stephen in the meantime had pulled out and ripped of the rubber and dumped a substantial load further up the body covering the chest, nips and next of the well fucked bottom, and then I came. Looking down on the two huge cock shooting out the juice, I too shot out, Stephen calling out to me to shoot on him. I just had the presence of mind to do so. Mesmerised by the two hot hung massive body with me I shot out my first jet. It went from Stephen’s upper leg over his abs and across to the arm that was wanking on his spitting cock. The second went higher hitting his abs again and this time his chest and the third blast hit his chest and his nipple. I lowered my aim and the next two blasts of come dumped on the prone and almost drained Chris.
After recovering slightly from our exhaustive sex, Stephen and I kissed, smiling at each other in pure wickedness and we stood up and hauled up the huge 6’4” frame of Chris and we triple embraced.
“Come on guys, shower and sleep time”. Stephen called out. Once again we explored each other’s bodies as we showered together, dried off and lay down on the bed.
As we lay there, Chris asked us if we had ever considered using PreP. Actually we had discussed it but had never had the chance to talk to our doctor about it.
“You should”. Chris urged, “It would give your sex life extra’s and you’d be able to get rid of those rubbers”.
It was Stephen who came up with one advantage.
“We’d be able to both go and see the sexy Dr P P”.
Chris laughed at us “Why do you call him Dr PeePee”?
“His name is Peter Phillip, and so Dr P.P.”. I explained.
“He’s the sexiest doctor on legs, with dreamy eyes, sexy lips and what seems like a package and a half. An absolute dreamboat”. Stephen told Chris.
“He sent me to hospital the first time I saw him to get my appendix removed. I had some digestion problems and went to the surgery to get things checked. When I first saw him I thought ‘wow’ he can get me naked anytime, and his eyes certainly opened, but maybe that’s because of my height”. Stephen continued. “I explained my symptoms and he had my shirt off almost instantly and on the examination table and was poking around my abs and lower down and he asked me to turn my head and I was staring right into his crutch which had the makings of a hard on I can tell you, and he pushed down again hard and asked if it hurt, which it didn’t, and when he let go the pain was really hard and I almost screamed”.
“Appendicitis; We’ll have to get you to hospital and have it removed before it bursts”. He announced. I’d been with him less than five minutes. My first thought was to get a message to Gerren, and when I asked that Gerren be told, his eyes widened and he asked how I knew him. I told him that we lived together and I had moved here to be with him. He looked at my notes and looked both surprised and happy at the same time. “Gerren Korneys, the geologist”? he asked, and I told him it was so.
“I think he was going to say something like ‘you lucky bastard’, by the looks in his eyes but he assured me that he’s get a message out and an ambulance to West Cornwall Hospital in Penzance”.
“I explained that I got a call from the doctor, I was very surprised at the call and when he asked if I knew Stephen and was I his next of kin? When I confirmed I did he explained that Stephen was being rushed to the hospital in Penzance and everything was fine. I drove over to the hospital and arrived just before the ambulance. The doctors and nurses were making such a fuss of Stephen that I could only have a few words with him and he was whisked away for the operation”.
“We talked about the doctor later and we both have a suspicion that he might be gay but we have no direct conformation”. Stephen explained, “Though it might be interesting if we both turned up to discuss PreP with him”.
I agreed with Stephen.
Chris told us that taking the pill each day was just like taking a multi vit and that he had no side effects. “You should do it”.
With that we closed the discussion and fell asleep.
The next morning, we saw Chris off with him promising to keep in touch and to chat with Mike and Carl. “They’ll love it here”. He called out before leaving our narrow driveway.
Stephen left next for his work, that day at Whitesand Bay and I packed my tools and kit for my work down at the old mine near to Helston, secured the house, and drove off southwards, thinking of the very satisfying Midsummers weekend we both had.
On the Wednesday, Stephen received an e-mail from Mike and Carl asking if they could come and stay a week with us in August. They were both in need of a break and rest. Stephen showed me the mail with a huge grin on his face. I couldn’t help but to agree to the guys coming to be with us. More of that in the future.