Chris has to sort out his frustrations, feelings and problems.
We finished our drinks and headed upstairs to the bathroom to shower before bed, Chris eagerly joining us in the bed under the duvet, hornier than ever. I looked him over. He was certainly very attractive. I could see why so many people paid to have sex with him, his we every inch a stud and good looking too. If only some of his cockiness could be knocked out of him. His cock, rock hard with the foreskin peeled right back. His cock was as long as mine but with Stephen’s thickness. His body was amazing. His skin darker, even more than Stephen’s tanned tones, and his body equally toned and defined, smooth, except for a light down on his forearms and lower legs. He had a big muscled and defined body, A hard chest, with perfectly hard and round nips with biteable buds and wonderful V shaped well-muscled back.
With his good looks, come to bed eyes and wicked smile, combined with an amazing body, and his easy going charm, his six-foot four height and nine-inch fat cock, it was no wonder that Chris chose to be an Escort and that his customers paid a fortune for his time and services.
I was in the middle of our bed with my stupendous blond husband on one side and the magnificent Chris on the other, having my body stroked and caressed and kissed by both men. I was in heaven.
I had a feeling that this might be an energetic session.
It was however a slow start, with the kissing between the three of us still under the duvet and some mutual cock stroking. I had instructed Stephen to turn up the heating to 24 degrees to make the room warm enough for movement on top of the bed. I’d hoped he’d done it.
Chris was all over me with his kisses, almost to a point that I felt that Stephen was missing out. It wasn’t until Chris went under the duvet to suck me that I received those wonderful loving kisses from my husband.
Chris’s mouth was warm and soft on my hard and aching cock and he used his talented mouth and throat to deep throat me, giving me enormous thrills at the base of my cock as he wiggled his tongue against my cock right by my balls.
I didn’t just want to feel it, I wanted to see it happening to me, and to see the handsome head and mouth right the way down on my length. So, I threw the duvet off the bed, exposing all three hot bodies in the bedroom light.
It’s something else I like. I want to see the action that happens in the bedroom and suck, fuck and licking, but not in dim light or even darkness.
I liked the look in Chris’s eyes when the cover was removed, my cock had disappeared into his mouth and throat, and he looked like a naughty child caught doing some misdemeanour but didn’t care just how bad it was.
He came off my cock only to find Stephen was kneeling next to his face waving his cock in the air demanding the same attention. Again, Chris deep throated the cock in one go, savouring the flavour of Stephen’s leaking fluid as Stephen pushed his head down onto his shaft, ensuring that all the cock was in the throat.
I moved down to suck on Chris’s nine incher, unable to deep throat it but taking in as much as I could. The foreskin had pulled right back but the shaft skin was malleable enough for me to wank the shaft I couldn’t fit in my mouth, adding to the pleasure my tongue was giving the cockhead.
Stephen came down to suck my cock, always a delight, and completed what he likes to call the ‘circle of sex’, when three or more guys give some sexual attention to others. He was sucking me; I was sucking Chris who was giving attention to Stephen’s cock. It doesn’t have to be cock-sucking, it can be any sexual activity as long as a circuit can be made between the participants.
It was Stephen, I think, who called out “All change”, and we each reversed the sucking, and continued until I was wanting to give Chris’s arse a good licking, before getting my dick deep inside of him.
I was really pleased that Chris tasted clean, the douching we gave him in the shower was good, and as I jabbed my tongue at his hole, he looked behind at me smiling broadly and urged me to really open his hole with my tongue.
If the sexual pro wanted me to rim him deeper than I was not going to let him down. My ultimate aim was to give him a good long fucking this night, and I was going to make Stephen wait until I had finished with Chris. I held each of his cheeks apart with both hands and stared at his perfect arse hole. It looked tight.
I asked the question I wanted to ask before we were diverted from our thoughts about the Twunk, Matt.
“When and who fucked you last Chris”? It would have had to have been someone really good.
“A male model called Denny, an American living in Dubai and visiting London. Fucked me really good”.
“When was that”?
“Back in September”. Chris admitted.
Stephen let out a growl. “More than four months since you were last fucked. You must be virgin tight”. I was on my guard, as I knew Stephen would be wanting to fuck first”.
“How hung was he”, I wanted to know.
“That was the surprise”, Chris related. “When he stripped off the dick was tiny about three inches, if that, but he was a grower, the fucking thing expanded and grew. It was frightening, he ended up just over eight inches and as thick as I am, and he knew how to use it”.
I was now really forcing my tongue into the hole and it spasmed as I gave it my loving attention.
He fucked me for well over an hour, and stayed longer than we agreed. He was seriously cute and very sexual. Just like you Gerren”.
“He paid to fuck you”? I wasn’t going to ask how much but I was told anyway.
“Yep – two and a half grand”. Chris was matter of fact about it. “He paid up front for two hours but he stayed for four. He was good looking, handsome, sexy, built, good company and great sex”. Chris gasped as I gave his hole a big wet hard lick. “Yeah, unfortunately he works out of Dubai and is only an occasional visitor to London”.
“Could he be boyfriend material”.
“For someone, but not for me”. Chris was sure of it.
I was now licking my fingers and fingering the sensitive area of the anal ring. Chris now sucking on Stephen’s cock gave out a huge moan as I entered with my index and middle fingers on both hands. He was liking it so much that he was pushing and pulling on my fingers as if he was fucking himself on them.
“Come on Chris, fuck yourself on my fingers”, I urged him on whilst also licking around the sensitive area of his arse. “Yeah, you want my cock in you don’t you. You didn’t come all the way here just to talk to Mike for twenty minutes, you came to be fucked by us didn’t you”.
Chris no doubt would have answered clearly but for Stephen’s cock deep in his mouth as he clearly was enjoying sucking on the extra-large cock. His voice muffled by the ten inches of fat cock in his mouth.
I was able to see the beautiful cock slide effortlessly in and out of his mouth, his lips seemingly just made to suck on a huge cock.
Stephen joined in the talk. “This cocksucker loves to be here with us”. Then he reminded us of a bit of history. “It’s not the first time he’s journeyed down here for action with us both. Recall the excuse of the ugly guy in Somerset”?
I did and the way we really gave it to Chris that time.
I reached under Chris’s legs and took hold of his leaking cock. I expected and was not surprised to feel lots of pre-cum dripping from the head. My fingers slid over his fat shaft rubbing in the natural lube, his cock so thick in the centre that my fingers could not reach around.
I was still licking at his hole. He took advantage of a break in sucking Stephen.
“Come on Gerren, are you going to fuck me or whatever”. For someone who hadn’t been fucked for four months he sounded very keen to get into the action.
I lubed up my cock and pointed it at his hole. He was tight, exceedingly so but was pushing back against me eager to take me. I was going to enjoy this ride. I soon had the feeling that Chris was wanting some pain from this ride. He wasn’t really trying to loosen for me. His resistance was puzzling but not frustrating. I’d had times in the past when guys played hard to get in. I gave Chris a huge hard slap on his buttocks. It surprised even Stephen who was now on his knees feeding his massiveness in and out of Chris’s throat.
I put my hands on his hips and I slammed my body forward and suddenly I was all the way in him and it felt great. Chris was really tight. The force of my thrust caused all of Stephen’s ten inches down into the throat. There was a gurgling sound from the chest.
I rammed my cock in and out of the hole as fast as I could, slowing down as I was very close to shooting, controlling my cock’s expansion inside of Chris by tightening and expanding my own arse muscles. It worked. Chris must have felt how my cock grew as I got so close to shooting inside of him. I wanted to enjoy Chris’s tightness whilst I had the chance, hoping that if he stayed for two or three nights, I’d have the chance to fuck him a few times. He was honestly extremely sexy and I loved fucking him.
I looked to Stephen at the other end of the body also ramming his cock into the throat. I times my strokes with his so that as he was pulling out of the mouth, I was pulling out of the arse and we both rammed back inside at the same time.
Stephen called out. He’d not had his cock sucked so deeply and with such determination as this in a long time. It was fantastic. I wasn’t upset by this, knowing my limits and I was happy for my lover that he was getting off and the action.
“You’re going to have to come and visit us more often Chris”. Not too often I thought. Maybe after every fourth month when his arse-hole was as tight as this. Chris tried to mumble something and Stephen pulled out to let him speak.
“Take me to Greece with you”.
“We’ll consider it”, Stephen told him ramming his cock back into the willing mouth.
I thought about Chris with us on our cruiser yacht with the Swedish guys and the cock and hot arse he could attract to the boat for extra action and had to edge myself again. The thought of Stephen and I and Chris tag teaming the Swedes and others we might pick up on the Greek Island beaches tantalised me.
I was loving the tightness of Chris’s hole. He was a damn sight better that Carl earlier that week. I was giving Chris everything and he wasn’t intimidated by it at all. Still eagerly sucking on Stephen’s monster and slowly jacking his own huge meat.
I looked at Stephen he seemed happy. “Want your turn in this tight hole”.
“Is it really tight”.
“He’s tight” I told my lover, “Or he’s found a way to keep those internal muscled tight all the time”. Stephen grinned and we swapped ends. Keeping Chris on all fours, his arse in the air.
As I knelt in front of Chris with my cock right in front of his face, fresh from his arse, he looked up at me, his eyes full of wonder. I’d known for a long time that he really liked me a lot and really fancied me, but this look was special. I could see that.
Chris said nothing to me but just opened his mouth and I thrust forward and he leaned into me and my hard, wet cock was consumed by his mouth and throat, and a purr of satisfaction came from his lungs.
Stephen bent down to Chris’s pelvis and took hold of the waist and lifted him up off his knees, making him stand up but bent over to keep my cock in his mouth. There was a smacking of his lips as Stephen looked at the hole I had been fucking less than a minute before. His face went right into the opened arse, his spittle filling the hole as he licked at the open orifice. I could see his eyes were enjoying it. He moved back and spat into the hole three times and pushed his larger cock into the hole.
“Oh Gerren, you were right, he’s really tight. Thanks for not spoiling it for me”. He push down hard on Chris’s back forcing him back to his knees again and as usual, he was furiously pounding that rear.
Chris responded by calling out in some distress and the force Stephen was using. The response was a slap to the rear as hard as the one I had administered a few minutes earlier.
“Come on Stud, you’ve taken this monster before just as hard; you’re going to take it all now, just as hard”. It was a command that could have been issued from an experienced soldier to a new recruit.
“Can he take it all”? I asked Stephen.
“Only one way to find out”. After another couple of slaps and a sideways shift for alignment, the hard fucking continued.
Stephen and I looked at each other as we pounded Chris roughly from both ends.
Carl had been fun and was desperate for any contact. Chris had come here to be treated roughly. It was how we had treated him the first time we had met him and he enjoyed it, and he had been back for more on occasion.
I glanced down at Chris. My cock was fully down his throat as I fucked his face and he was looking at me pleadingly. I had an idea what he wanted. I pulled my cock out and lowered myself to him. It was not my cock he wanted but my tongue. I allowed him to kiss me. His reaction was one of gratitude. We kissed as Stephen continued pounding his hole and watched us approvingly. I replaced my mouth with my cock letting Chris taste my leaking cock-head. Stephen asked for a kiss from me and I was more than please to give to him. Our tongues slid around each other as I reached forward to get as close as I could to my adoring husband. Stephen had always been a fantastic kisser and this one was no exception. The love and passion between us was palpable. Every cell of his body was a marvel to look at and his Nordic features was so attractive. We are so similar and seemed to break the gay rule that opposites attract. For us like some other gay partnerships it was similarities that attracted us together.
All of Stephen’s muscle was chiseled and pumped as he fucked, every vein that stood out was attractive and his face was so handsome. He exuded power with every thrust into Chris’s body.
“Oh God he’s so fucking tight tonight”. Stephen almost shouted it out. He could have screamed it, there was no one else besides we three sex pigs to hear us.
“His mouth is on fire as well”. I complimented Stephen’s remark as well as Chris’s lips tongue and throat. “He must really please everyone he uses his mouth on and be well worth the cash”.
“Fuck Yeah, he talented all right”.
“Thanks guys”. Chris managed to tell us before spitting on my cock and going down on me again.
It was time for a change. We kept to the same ends but with Chris down on his back, Stephen fucking him missionary and with me now offering him my hole to lick.
There were a few advantages to Chris being on his back. I could see more of his great frame, see his chest nips, abs and arms and his cock bouncing away; he could jack off and we could watch or even do it for him and he could talk to us, or rather talk to my arsehole. It was also easier for Stephen and I to kiss and to smile knowingly at each other giving encouragement to what we were doing.
Chris was proving to be an excellent bottom tonight, taking everything we had given him with relish. Now he was able to talk he was encouraging us both to please him. We swapped again and I had the pleasure and thrill of fucking his re-bored arse after Stephen larger cock had stretched it.
Chris greedily turning his head sideways to suck on Stephen’s monster before in turn offered his arse for a good rimming.
As I fucked Chris and watched him greedily rim out Stephen, I found it hard to believe that this guy presently loving being a bottom pig was actually an escort fucking all kinds of rich men and women for a living, acting as a total top? Maybe I didn’t fully understand an escort’s role when it came to sex.
I concentrated on my fucking with my eyes blissfully closed, fantasising about Chris and I alone with out Stephen and again shaking that idea out of my head when two things happened. Firstly, I was getting a wet sensation around my balls at first and then on my shaft as I fucked, and Chris was asking me to kiss him and kiss him deeply.
As I leaned forward, I suddenly became aware that Stephen was no longer down on Chris’s face but actually behind me and was licking my balls and cock shaft as I was fucking. It felt marvellous and Chris’s kisses accentuated the sensations I was feeling. But it was when Stephen transferred his oral affection to my arsehole as I fuck that I found myself actually squirming not only in pure sexual and sensual joy but trying hard not to shoot my load into Chris. During our session with Chris, so far I must have edged six or seven times, and at least on two of those times I was really close to shooting. If my body was as efficient as I thought it could be, my brain would be telling my genital organs that they had to replenish my sexual fluids. I should overwhelmingly be producing loads of lube and pre-cum for my fucking.
Stephen ceased rimming my hole and tapped my buttocks and asking me to stop fucking so he could taste Chris’s arse on my cock. This had never happened before. I was delighted to pull out from Chris and present my cock to my wonderful open-minded husband. Chris, sat up, open mouthed in delight telling us that he had to watch.
I slipped out from Chris and put my wet cock in front of Stephen. Chris somehow jumped around to also be right along side my cock, breathing heavily, as Stephen opened his mouth, stuck out his tongue and began the worship of my wet cock. Chris was so close that I could feel his breath against my shaft and for a split second I saw his mouth also open with his tongue out ready to join in. Stephen was having none of it and told Chris to get under me and eat my hole.
I felt my feet being prised apart so Chris could get to my arse lying on his back to eat me and also be able to look up and see Stephen servicing my cock.
I was in raptures. Playing with my nips and loving the sexual electrification of my body. I was shaking with excitement. I wanted to roll around with these two overwhelmingly sexual animals and kiss, suck, rim, fuck, in fact do everything sexual with them both at the same time.
“Fuck him”. I heard Stephen say.
Suddenly I was unaware of my special position. Where was I in relation to Chris and his hole, and what was Stephen’s idea for me. I had to shake myself back to reality. I found Chris strangely on top of Stephen in a sort of sixty-nine, with his butt in the air for me to fuck and his cock rubbing on Stephen’s chest.
I could see Stephen’s face as I looked own to Carl’s already winking hole and he looked as appealing as I had ever seen him. His face had a strange combination of pure love, want, greed, encouragement and satisfaction rolled into one.
I put my cock back into Chris’s hole and fucked again. Stephen’s face was now hidden from me but I felt every move below me. Again, he was licking my shaft as I deep fucked Chris, and also taking my balls in turn. I kept fucking, and I could feel his lips and tongue against my hole as I fucked and I even adjusted my strokes so my arse has really licked properly. Then I was told to pull out again only to feel my cock bent backwards for Stephen’s mouth to take my cock again, and pushed back inside again.
Chris was giving off noises as he sucked Stephen and also lifted up his legs for access to his hole.
We slept together under the duvet, with the wind howling outside, a sound blocked out of our heads whilst we sexed each other. Stephen and I in a tight spoon, with him behind me, his massive arms tightly holding me to me in a grip I’d not felt before. Next to me lying untouched was Chris. His arms behind his head supported by a couple of our pillows fast asleep. I reached under the duvet to his huge cock. He was only semi hard, but even asleep, as I squeezed his cock he let out a moan of appreciation.
Stephen, behind me , his deep voice rumbling quietly said to me. “Leave him alone. I have more plans for him tomorrow night”. He kissed my head, licked my neck, and told me to go to sleep. I let my tiredness overtake my consciousness, and as the wind battered the window and out house, I drifted off to sleep a very satisfied man.
In spite of the appalling weather, extremely strong winds, and rain so heavy that it was impossible to see more than twenty feet in front of you, Stephen had gone into town to Johns Wine and Spirits store to buy some fresh supplies of beer, cider and whisky. We has run very low. He’d be away a couple of hours and so I sat down with Chris at the kitchen table and chatted over some fresh coffee and saffron cake and Cornish butter.
I’d never really spoken to Chris. We usually met together with others, stripped and I fucked him when I had the chance. I knew a little something about his life, that he was originally from the German speaking area of Switzerland; that he was part of a successful private banking family, and that he was a high-class Escort. I also knew that he really fancied me like crazy but had learned that other than what we had experienced, what we had done together in bed with Stephen the few times we had been together, that was it.
I liked the man. He was incredibly handsome and attractive. The words Drop-Dead-Gorgeous, easily came to mind. Sipping my coffee, and urging Chris to try the saffron cake, a Cornish delicacy. I looked him over. He was the sort of man who was attractive dressed and naked, and would give any hot-blooded gay male, and some straight males, an erection, and turn their heads.
His muscles were fighting to tear the fabric of his plain white T-Shirt. His pectorals and Biceps stretched the material, the same way Stephen did. Chris’s skin tone was darker than my husbands. There was a hint of the Latin Southern European, olive complexion to him. Having had the closest contact with him, his muscle was hard, sculpted and perfect and his skin was soft and cared for. He had changed his hair styling since the first time I had met him. Then the light brown hair was medium length and unruly. A little like the idiot Boris Johnson’s, but now he had a more contemporary style; almost shaved tight around the sides and back and longer and tidier on top.
Facially he couldn’t be faulted. Wonderfully expressive brown eyes, with the same coloured eyebrows, a small pert nose a sexy generous mouth with perfect teeth, and a small but noticeable and sexy cleft on his chin and two small, almost tiny laughter lines each side of his sexual and desirable mouth. When Chris smiled his face lit up and when he expressed sexual desire and pleasure, you’d know all about it as you would melt. He had a full bull like neck with a small Adams apple, and generous jugular veins.
We chatted; First of all, about Mike and Carl. Chris had known them both longer than I had and even longer than Stephen had. Mike had made a pass at a gay bar in London and the attraction was mutual and the sex fantastic. It was at the second meeting between the two that Mike had mentioned that he was in a relationship with Carl, and how about Chris joining them both for some extra-conjugal fun. Mike had always played away from home, sometimes bringing guys back to fuck with him and Carl, and many times fucking without Carl knowing.
Chris’s view was that the move to the pub in Cornwall and Mike continuous messing about with guys was now the final straw for Carl and it was why he’d run off. He wasn’t surprised. He knew more. I asked how.
I got that sexy smile from Chris. “We both speak German, Carl and I. Mike doesn’t understand anything but basic. Carl and I have spoken privately for years”.
I wondered if Carl had spoken to Chris about staying here with Stephen and myself, but stayed quiet as we had agreed.
“Things change”, sighed Chris. “I’m getting older. I can’t see me doing this escort work for more than a couple more years. They’ll get tired of me. My looks are going”.
“Nonsense”, I told him. “You’re looking better than ever”. I glanced over him again. “You’re looking fantastic, and there’s not a trace of make-up or masking on your face, and the way you performed in bad last night! There’s no hint of you loosing it. In fact, the way you were with us I think was the best we’ve ever had with you, and that was with you as a bottom”.
There was an appreciative smile from Chris. “Maybe I should have you around when I topping some guy or giving it all to a woman. You could judge my performance then”.
I told him. “Chris, I couldn’t be in the same room as you if you were with a woman and I’d have to leave the room if I was with you and another guy. I’d be too horny, and I must remember my vow’s to Stephen. Having been with you and seeing you with other men and topping them, you’ve got it”.
He laughed with that dirty look in his eye. “Find me a bottom guy for me to fuck tonight and you and Stephen can watch and judge me”.
“You’d be lucky to find someone down here that would suit you. It’s winter and it’s very quiet, notwithstanding the weather”.
“That’s what gets to me about you guys living here. You’re five hundred kilometres away from all the fun of London”.
“This is where I come from. This is my land and my property and it might be difficult for you to understand but I am physically and emotionally attached to this land, and the sea, and Stephen has come to appreciate it here, even when it quiet and we can be alone together”.
“I couldn’t do it. Not for long”. Chris tried not to look sad.
“Well, you have just given me one more good reason why you and I couldn’t be together”.
“Still want you so badly”.
I knew it and I was admiring his self-control.
“I’d not be able to keep you the same way as Stephen can with his inheritance”. Chris admitted.
“We didn’t know about that until we’d actually been wed and signed the marriage register and it had been sent to the solicitors in Scotland. It was a shock to us both. We’d both been set on continuing our careers. I still do a little every now and again to keep my hand in”.
“I don’t know about my career in the near future”. Chris looked slightly down.
“There’s the family banking business”, I reminded him. He blew in disgust.
“I know very little about banking and care even less about working in it. I get a decent income from it and that’s about it”.
I asked how old he was. He admitted to thirty two.
“Look at you”. I told him, “You’re gorgeous. You could be a personal trainer and still get a huge income with a generous side line in you know what; and even be a male model”.
That reminded me.
“What about the guy in Dubai? Was Danny his name”?
“Denny”, Chris corrected me. “What about him”.
“I’d like to see the guy who fucked you, got a photo there?” Chris brightened up and went for his mobile phone. Returning to the table, he opened his album and showed me the American guy.
“Damn it Chris, that’s the guy for your future”. I looked at the photo of a stunning guy, in just a pair of speedos.
“He fucked you”?
“Yeah, I let him”.
“Did you return the favour”?
“Yeah, we screwed a lot that weekend”.
“Bring him here for tonight and I’ll watch you and tell you how good it is. That is one hell of a catch. He came onto you”?
“Yep”, Chris looked almost embarrassed. “Found me on the website and came to London. Paid me for two nights too – cash – in Pounds too”.
“I’d love to see more of him”. Chris took the phone away from me and scrolled the pages, handing back the phone to me.
“Here, there’s a few extra’s for you”.
They were nude photos of the model, and I could see why Chris let himself be fucked by the guy. Naked the guy was even better. He had a very thick erection and I’d guess he was about eight inches.
Chris was behind me and he leaned down to scroll the phone’s pages. There were more of the guy Denny, showing his arse and playing with his cock and leaving it up in the air. They seemed professionally taken.
“He sent me the photo’s after we’d fucked”.
I was tempted to ask if there were action shots but I kept silent.
Chris took the phone from me and for the first time tried it on with me reaching down to my crutch and squeezing my hard on in my jeans.
I could feel his erection pushing against my back.
“Now come on Chris”. I started to say and he pulled me off my chair and held me to him.
Our crutches clashed and he swivelled himself against me, his arms around my back on my shoulder blades and our faces almost together.
His eyes were intense. He had that look of a desperate need.
“Just let’s kiss Gerren. Just some kisses, please, I promise that’s all”.
I couldn’t resist and I wasn’t allowed to protest, his tongue was inside my mouth: wave after wave of passion passing between us and he thrust his crutch against mine. In my head there was a swirl of emotion. I wanted the kiss and was enjoying the kissing and returning the kiss as well but I really, really didn’t want this to go any further. His kisses became really intense, and his hands fell to my backside pushing me harder into him. I knew that Chris was crazy about fucking me, and I knew it all the more when I had allowed him to rim my hole when Stephen and I had played around with him.
I was going to have to stop him, and I forced myself away from him. I could see the hurt in his face. “Chris, you have got to stop. This cannot go on any further. If Stephen finds out it went further than kissing, he’d be incredibly hurt and be really upset with you. Think about your friendship with him and my relationship with him.
Chris was having a problem with his emotion and feeling. He was incredibly horny and needed a release.
“Gerren, I’ve got to do something. Can we go upstairs together. I promise I won’t touch you”.
“Honestly”?
“Yes, I need to do it”. I had no idea what he was considering, and I told him flatly, “You touch me, and I’ll throw you out and when Stephen comes back I’ll tell him why”.
“I’ll not touch you I promise”. I felt re-assured.
I followed the guy up the stairs, into the spare bedroom. He turned around, and got out his cock. It was totally hard and seemed to me to be the biggest I had ever seen it. He started jacking it, as he stared at me. His lips apart and his eyes full of want.
“You are fucking beautiful”. He whispered, Then he started to say something to me I couldn’t make out. At first, I thought he was saying something in German, but all he was saying was “Please, Please”.
“Please what”?
“Please, will you……… Please, can we…….. can we be naked together”.
I was enjoying watching him work his over expanded cock and was hard myself. I wanted to see him naked and jack himself off.
“You get naked first”. I told him. No touching me or sexual contact”.
“Yes” he whimpered, his clothes flying off.
All the times I’d seen him naked, and been in the most intimate contact with him and witnessed him with other men, including my husband, I’d never seen Chris look so attractive as at this moment.
He looked as handsome and wonderful as any naked and hard cocked man could be. He showed of his beautiful nudity to me. Stroking each arm and caressing all the muscles left and right. He ran his hands over his chest and to his abs, and posed to the right and then the left giving me a side view of his bulging erection and then showed me his rear and his amazing waistline and arse cheeks, and turned back to me with a pleading look in his eyes.
I kept to my side of the bargain, Stripping off slowly, tantalising him with my tanned body, stripping off my shirt and showing off my upper body to him, and playing with my nipples, and then dropping my trousers showing off my underwear, and my cock bursting for release.
There was a deep rumbling moan from Chris as I stepped out of the fallen trousers and took off my socks, standing a few steps away from him with just one item of clothing. I’m no stripper or dancer, I wasn’t going to tease Chris, whose gaze on me never faltered. I just hooked the elastic band of the trunks and pulled them down revealing my nakedness to him. Like him, I showed off my side views and my rear. I was built and muscled but nothing like the size of Chris. I saw him swallow and them give off a whimper as I faced him two thirds frontal, letting him see some shape to my body and he stepped back the only half pace he could before hitting the bedside. He stroked his cock slowly about three times and his body buckled and he whimpered. Then he shot his load.
It was amazing. One absolutely massive stream of cum, flew out of his cock. My head turned as it travelled past me towards the door. Then there was a number of smaller shots of cum that dropped to the floor by his feet. Still slowly he stroked his cock as his body’s balance recovered and shook from the remainer of the orgasm. As it ended, he fell back onto the bed. I moved to the main bedroom and got the cum towel, returned to the room and took his still huge erection and wrapped the loose towel over his cock for him. His body jumped as I squeezed the towel over his erection for a moment and walked back to my clothes, picking them up off the floor and walking out of the bedroom. As I approached the door, I looked down at the floor to see where that amazing first shot of cum had landed and looked back to the bed where he still lay. It must have been just over four yards to where he was.
As I looked back Chris asked me.
“Are you going to cum”?
“Not part of the deal mate”. I coldly told him. “Maybe tonight if Stephen and I are in the mood”.
I dressed and emptied out the cold coffee from the pot and but on a new brew. Stephen should be back in the next fifteen minutes or so.
He came downstairs fully dressed and happy. “Thanks” was all he said, and he walked up to me and kissed the back of my neck gently.
“This saffron cake is marvellous”. He broke the ice. “I must get some to take back to London”. He spread a massive amount of butter on the cake and took a huge mouthful, really enjoying it.
“I’ll send you the photos of Denny. I know you guys will love them. You’re kinky like that”.
Stephen came back with three boxes of drinks, and I helped him store them away.
“You guys been naughty”?
Nah, I said, deciding to tell the truth. “Chris persuaded me to go upstairs with him and to be naked together and he shot off a huge load”.
“Yeah”. Was all Stephen said coldly and in disbelief.
“We actually had a great talk I continued. He had concerns about his future life. I told him he had nothing to worry about”.
“Now that I can believe”.
The three of us sat down to coffee and I showed Stephen the photos of Denny, the Dubai model. “Get him here for tonight”. Stephen was transfixed. Chris and I laughed.
I’ll pass you his e-mail and WhatsApp Contact. I thought Chris was joking.
It was a long afternoon with not much to do because of the terrible weather. Chris spent a lot of time on his phone doing business I supposed sending out lots of messages and asking if he could make some tea at one point and I let him do it. I wanted him to feel at home. My feelings to him had changed. He’d got some of his frustrations about me out of his system and I felt that in the future we’d have a much better relationship and friendship.
The forecast for the following week was even worse. The weather in the US was particularly bad with snow over Texas and Florida and this, unbelievably would have an impact on Ireland and the UK. There would be two days with some calm weather before the next super storm. I felt like opening up my window and shouting at the Met Office in Exeter to turn off the weather.
The three of us remained calm and I busied myself with inspections of the property and sighing at the flooded ground in the garden and checking out the tall hedging that marked the boundary of my property, important to Stephen and I especially when we were at home in the summer and walking around almost naked.
Stephen read the news and the intelligence reports he was still allowed to see from the UK Government given his previous work and cursing every now and again about the state of the World and the Russians spying in UK waters, and using even harder language about the incoming returning President of the US.
“He’ll want the world to run on Washington time. No matter where in the world you are, day or night, we’ll be the same time everywhere”.
Then there was the outburst.
“Fuck! Six Foot NINE”!
I looked at him, knowing full well his desire for sex with a guy taller than him.
“What’s six foot nine”?
“His fucking son – Trump’s son, he six foot fucking nine for Christ’s sake. Look”!
I saw the photo of the guy towering over some other guy. I thought the guy was plain”.
“The skinny fuckers most probably got a twelve-inch cock too”.
That caused Chris to look up from his phone.
“Most probably can’t get it hard – Barron’s barren”. Chris commented dryly.
I laughed. Stephen fumed.
“He’d have to pay me half a million to just look at him. There will be girls all over the world wetting themselves over him”.
“No accounting for taste”. I added.
I got out of the chair to prepare an evening meal. We most probably would have gone down to the pub that evening to eat and drink but the wind and rain wouldn’t give up.
After an evening watching the boring offering on TV and a couple of drinks each we prepared for upstairs. Stephen went up first. Chris who hung around with me for a few seconds looked great.
“Still got enough in those balls for us tonight”? I was curious.
“I can replenish in an hour easily”.
Chris was confident.
We were soon all naked and hard and rolling around on the bed, kissing, sucking, and licking everywhere and it wasn’t long before Chris was being fucked, tag teamed, spit roasted and turned around in many and different position by the two of us.
We’d got to a point where I was on my back with Chris lying on his back on top of me with my cock three-quarters in him and I was reaching down to jack him as he fucked himself on me. Stephen had just had his cocked sucked by Chris.
“We’ve never double fucked with you have we”? Stephen was matter of fact in his tone.
“Yes, I’ve doubled a few guys with you both”. Chris was excited by the memory.
“No. I meant that we have never double fucked you”. Stephen was more emphatic, and Chris paused for a long time. I knew we had.
Cautiously he answered. “Yeah”! I couldn’t see him he was lying back away from me. No doubt he was thinking of our combined size.
“You’re not a pussy are you”. Stephen laid it on generously with the verbal torment.
“Fuck Stephen, you know I’m not”.
Stephen gave his dirtiest, most wicked smirk.
“So shall we give it a try”.
I had my hand on his cock slowly jacking him, and I swear in spite of the nervous exterior, his cock spasmed in excitement.
I was holding Chris steady with my hands and arms and he wasn’t wobbling about on top of me. He was also using his spread legs and his arms to also stabilise himself, as I fucked him from below. I was extremely excited to be doing this to Chris. I had enjoyed each of the three nights we had with him so far, treating him as a bottom.
As usual, with Stephen I felt his fingers enter the tight hole with a large dollop of lube and my cock throbbed at the feeling of the long fingers against my cock inside the tight hole. I fucked against the fingers hoping and trying to move the extra lube deeper inside of Chris.
“You want this”? Chris was asked.
“I’ll give it a try”.
“You’ll love it mate”. Stephen encouraged him “They all do, don’t they Gerren”?
“They all remember it, and some love it more than we do”. I told Chris.
“I want to love it”. Chris rather nervously replied to our taunts.
It was surprisingly easier than I had thought for Stephen to enter Chris. Stephen’s words of encouragement relaxed him tremendously and my licking of his ear and sweet whisperings also helped keep him calm.
Then all within a micro second we all exclaimed.
“Oh Fuck”. “My God”. and “Yeah”. We must have squeezed the prostate and Chris’s reaction to it internally set both Stephen and myself off. The alarm bells of all three of us being triggered.
Chris reached up to Stephen’s face and pulled him down for a deep kiss. I’d never seen them kiss as forcefully as they just did. It was a kiss that both of them wanted. Stephen pushed in further stretching the inner muscles even further. I wondered if this was Chris’s virgin double penetration.
I could feel his right arm shaking against my own as I held him tight above me. He was wanking in excitement. I gave a small prayer of thanks that he has remained hard and was not fighting the assault on his hole.
“Fuck you guys are making a bottom out of me this week”. Stephen started to gently fuck against my cock, getting Chris to get used to the full force of Stephen’s fucking that was about to come. I also started my fucking in him agitating his button often and making him call out in pleasure. Stephen was kissing Chris again. I wished it was me capable of reaching around to kiss then both, but had the greater pleasure of feeling my lover’s huge cock against mine in the handsome and sexy escorts very tight hole.
For a change he was fucking slowly and gently against me and inside Chris’s now expanded hole. Chris was making warm noises as we both thrust inside him together, both our lengths punching inside of him together.
Stephen was doing the talking.
“You like both these blond cocks inside of you, thumping your guts”?
Chris grunted some sort of reply.
“You love the thickness of our cocks don’t you”?
“Yes”, croaked Chris. The evidence was there his boner leaking like crazy as it swung back and forth over his abs.
“They’re the biggest cocks you’ve had in you for a double fucking”.
“Yes, Yes”, Chris was loving the action.
“How do you know they’re the biggest”?
His answer made me stop my pounding for a few seconds.
“You guys are the only ones who have ever doubled me”.
I thought back to the night back in Mike and Carls barn when Chris had invaded Stephen and my bedroom after a fivesome. It was the first time I had met Chris and he’d come to the bedroom to fuck me, and Stephen and I turned the tables on him. Then as I recalled we ended up double fucking him. It was Stephen’s revenge for disturbing us in our sleep.
Chris was telling us that he had never bottomed for a double since that night seven years earlier. When we had met the other times, we had fucked him singly but had not doubled him since. He was telling us hat we were the only guys EVER to have doubled him.
For me it was a jaw dropping moment, and the way he was taking us it was hard to believe, but I recognised the honesty of his statement.
I heard Stephen call out “Shit”. And then increase his thrusting to something near to his usual power and intensity of strokes. “Fuck yeah”.
If I knew Stephen as well as I should, he’d he now treating this as a first time Double penetration and his tempo doubled and trebled. I’d have to remind Stephen later, but I was not going to spoil this excitement
Chris didn’t have a clue how to react. I was fucking against Stephen’s pistoning cock, banging into Chris like a steam train at one hundred miles an hour. He just had to accept it. His cock was hard against me as it rubbed my abs as he was pummelled and pushed around as we fucked as if we were one man.
We came as one, the three of us working together, fully co-ordinated.
Chris called out, his words stuttering involuntarily as he tried to tell us.
“Fu-u-u-k, Th-is-s-s is Great-t-t. I ne-e-ed an-no-o-o-ther-er-er man he-e-e-r to fa-a-ace fuck-k me to-o-o-o”.
“I’d like to see his face full of that Dubai fucker. That would be a fantastic sight to see”. Stephen had vision.
Stephen slowed right down and I took over from underneath with a much slower and gentler fuck. Stephen still inside and throbbing his cock against mine.
With things now calming down a bit, Chris got his breath back and his voice.
“You like that guy a lot huh? Would you do this to him”?
“We’d certainly give it a try if we had the chance – unlikely as it seems”. Stephen answer for both of us.
“Want a swap Gerren”?
I could have done with getting off my back. We both pulled out of Chris who winced at the loss from his hole, and Stephen lay down on his bed holding his huge cock in the air. Chris couldn’t resist it and was soon sucking way down on the lengthy thick meat. I had a couple of fingers in the handsome escorts arse pushing fresh lube deep inside.
Having prepared Stephen’s cock for himself, Chris leaned back to take the monster cock inside his arse again. I scooted around to suck on his cock – a sort of reward for him and for myself.
“Come on Gerren get inside me again. Show me just how good a fucker you are”. A request I could hardly refuse and so I swung around behind him and pushed my cock against the filled hole. My erection was swallowed easily by the hot hole. I started fucking straight away giving Chris no time to get used to me inside of him. I pushed down hard on his lower back to give myself more thrust, even causing Stephen to complain that it was too much pressure on him.
I continued fucking, talking and asking Chris questions.
“I bet you’re loving this”.
“It’s good it’s honestly good”.
“I bet you’d love to be up my arse right now”. (I actually knew it, there was no secret there).
“Oh, fuck yeah. I’ve fantasised being in your butt when I’ve been fucking others”. I was surprised but not shocked. “Especially really tight arses”.
“I’m not tight, especially when Stephen has been fucking me for a couple of hours”.
There was a whimper from Chris. Stephen joined in the teasing as he fucked from below.
“Gerren is a marvellous lover, especially when I get inside of him. He’s so responsive. He can take all of me, balls deep”.
A further whimper from Chris and I was now fucking him harder against Stephen’s upward thrusts.
“Come on Chris, ride our cocks, fuck yourself on them, bring yourself off with both of us inside your tight arse”. Stephen was now building up his thrusting and I was just loving feeling his hugeness against me.
“Got a big load for us in those balls of yours”?
I’d seen Chris really shoot that afternoon when we were naked and alone. Could he do it again I wondered. He was now fucking himself against us both like a true bottom and his arse muscles were working overtime, clenching against our thrusting cocks. I had a feeling he was very close.
My cock fell out of the hole, a combination of my eager thrusting and pulling and Chris, impaling himself on the double cocks in his hole. I pushed back in almost immediately and he called out in joy.
“Do it again”.
So, I did and he was begging for more. I kept up the action and his hole took my cock easily each time. He was holding himself up with his pumped muscled arms on the mattress and his head was down to Stephen’s and they were now kissing forcibly as Chris continued pushing his pelvis down onto Stephen’s monster as I pulled out and rammed myself back into him.
Even Stephen was enjoying it. “Go on Gerren, punish that hole”.
I gave a few more thrusts back into the now slack hole and then one huge, deliberate push and Chris cried out loudly.
“FUUUUUCK”!
I kept up the punching of my cock into his hole. Stephen called out. “Oh Man – yeah. Go on Chris do it”. I couldn’t see, and didn’t feel it but Chris was shooting his load against Stephen’s body, with only the two bellies squeezing the cock.
It was only when I stopped the fucking with my cock balls deep inside of him that I felt the result of his orgasm. The arse muscles were tight against us both, and I was aware that Stephen had stopped his fucking as well.
Suddenly I felt myself spinning around onto my back. Stephen used his strength to spin the three of us around with both our cocks still inside Chris. How they weren’t fractured or injured I have no idea. Chris once again was lying on my front and Stephen now on top said it was all wrong. Chris should be facing me. So, we had to disentangle ourselves and Chris turned about sitting back down on my cock and looking down at me with the most mischievous grin on his face. He was also wet from all the spunk he had shot against himself and Stephen. I told him to dry himself and Stephen passed him the towel he was using to also clear away the jizz.
Still impaled on my cock, Chris cozied down to me stroking my face and staring at me as if I was the most exciting being of his life. He came down to kiss me, deeply and gently. The look in his eyes changed to one of deep satisfaction and he started to hump himself on my cock.
Stephen slapped his rear. “Slow down mate, I’m not in there yet. Don’t you be getting my lover off without me involved’.
Chris stopped fucking himself on my cock and waited for Stephen to re-lube his cock and slide inside of him again.
As usual Stephen hammered his cock deep into the bottom, causing Chris to wince the once and as I began my shafting, he looked down on me, his eyes glowing in the knowledge that we were connected. He placed his arms on the bed each side of my chest and leaned down towards my face.
“Fuck me guys. Let my arse service both your cocks”. And he kissed me again.
I could tell from his kisses that he knew this was going to be the closest he’d get to what he really wanted other than rimming my hole. It was his fat nine inches he wanted inside my hole, but that was reserved only for my husband and lover. His cock was still hard. I could feel it rubbing against my belly as Stephen fucked from above. I reached up for Chris’s nips, pinching them and asking if he was going to shoot again.
“You want me to”?
I tweaked the nips much harder, there was a bit of a wince from him.
“What do you think”? I suggested.
“He’ll fucking cum again. He wants it badly”. Stephen now almost brutally fucking the hole.
I felt his cock chaffing against mine and asked for more lube. I think if it was anyone else that Stephen was double fucking with, he’d tell them not to be a pain, but for me, he’d add the lube. A generous load of lube was added to his cock and I felt better and Chris relaxed more too and the double pounding continued.
We soon got tired and were looking for more things to do to Chris. A fourth guy would have been useful but Chris would have wanted to top another guy and Stephen wanted to use him as a bottom, which limited things.
It ended up with us being sucked and rimmed by Chris as we returned the favours and enjoyed the kissing and caressing. Stephen got to fuck again and I was kissing and working Chris’s nips again and successfully got him to shoot his load again. Stephen shot his load all over Chris as per usual and I was left on my back, with Chris jacking me off, working a nip with the other as he deep kissed me as Stephen played expertly with my balls and chewed the other nip, sending my brain half dizzy in excitement and triggering one of my specials with Stephen announcing I had shot twelve blasts of cum.
Not only was my juice over Stephen’s face but also over Chris’s head too. I was stroked and calmed down to normal with both the guys kissing me sweetly and as I stood up to head to the shower, Chris followed me and joined me under the double rain head and pushed me against the wall and ate out my hole for me.
When he’d had enough, he kissed me yet again giving me a good taste of my hole and telling me it was the closest he’d get to being inside me, and that he loved it. Stephen joined us in the shower and so as to not let him feel left out, Chris also rimmed his hole deep with me pushing his head in hard.
The fucker was hard again and stroking and actually shot his load a third time that evening and the fourth on the day. Something he was proud about.
We slept again really well in spite of the continuing storm and the next day we relaxed as much as we could until Chris announced that he got a message from a strange number and that it was from Carl writing in German. Chris explained the message to us.
“He’s with his friend back there, will end the contract with Mike, get his money back and repay Chris all he still owes him”. Stephen and I had the same message a few minutes later in English, and begging us not to say anything to Mike. Carl would sort out things by himself and please not let Mike know he’s been in touch. We would still be friends. He sent us his love and thanks.
I had a feeling that we might not see our friend for some time and that Mike could well find himself with many problems.
Our final night with Chris was one with lots of sex but we had got too used to him. He was right, we needed another guy or a couple to make things more exciting.
I woke up the next morning to calm weather and finding I was alone in bed with Chris. He rolled over to cuddle me, seeing Stephen away, and stuffed his erection between my legs and faux-fucked me.
He held me tight and rolled me over ending on top of me and kissing me gently and giving me his sexiest and dirtiest smile.
“This is where I want you but with my cock deep inside you”. He didn’t have to say it.
I grabbed hold of his arse cheeks and held him tightly to me, then spanked him. He sat up and straddled my chest his fat nine inches, heavily veined above my face. I stuck my tongue out and he looked around the room and seeing we were alone he ran his cock and glans over it.
Satisfied, He lay back on the bed and I sat above him reaching back to hold his super hard cock, with my own cock above his face. He also held his tongue out but I slapped his face hard with my cock making him close his eyes to protect them. I moved back slightly and pushed a nipple against his tongue.
“Please me”. I told him. He licked, kissed, nibbled and chewed the nip and moved his head over to service the other.
As I got out of bed, Stephen was at the doorway watching us. His cock was hard and he was stroking it. I walked to him, and took the monster from his hand and stroked it telling his quietly. “After he’s gone”.
We had breakfast and Chris was ready to leave us. The first quiet day with blue skies in the year. I gave Chris some Cornish food including a fresh saffron cake and butter and he kissed passionately before he entered the car and drove away.
He left, vowing to meet us in Greece in the summer for a few days.
“Only with that Dubai stud of yours”, we called after him.
After he’d gone, I confessed to Stephen that I was alone and naked with Chris, and I reminded him of the time we had double fucked the handsome Chris.
Stephen tells me he knows. Chris had told him before he went out shopping that he would try it and he had reported to him after I had mentioned it to confirm what had happened and asked me if Chris had really shot his load right across the room.
When I confirmed it, Stephen told me that he’d do it with me alone that night but with touching. He loved me totally and that he’d talk to Chris about meeting us during the Summer in Greece with the sexy Swedes Ake and Lars.
He also reminded me that he was there when we doubled fucked Chris the first time and that we with an audience of two late friends. We had just done the deed alone with no witnesses. That to Stephen was a more exciting first, and most probably not the last time we’d do it.
The storms ceased for a couple of days, and we did some winter kayaking on the one calm day and the next day we cleared the garden of the storm damage. Then the winter storms returned, the winds blew harder, and many lost electricity again; we were spared snow but this time we were left alone with each other and no storms friendly or otherwise from friends.
Addendum: March 2025
The stormy weather continued through February but without the snow of January. It remained windy and very wet indeed. Fortunately, Stephen and I live some seventy-five metres above sea level and we missed a lot of the flooding elsewhere locally but the ground in our garden and the field leading down to the cliff became sodden. We’d travelled up to London for a Long weekend to watch the England-Scotland Rugby game after which we met Stephen’s old flame from a decade before, Theo.
The weather was not conducive to get our Cruiser ‘Morviajow’ to be re-launched from storage on dry land in Penzance, nor for us to go out kayaking and we’d become landlubbers for the first ten weeks of the year.
We did our best to stay occupied, planning out trip to Greece and plotting our route and arranging berths along the way and during trip around the Greek Islands.
I was preparing lunch for us and not paying much attention to the radio when a news item hit me.
Police were looking for the owner of a pub to the south of Truro who had gone missing as the staff hadn’t been paid for the last six weeks. I tutted at the news and didn’t pay much more attention to the item. It was only during the meal that the next hourly news came on with Stephen sitting with me that he spoke up.
“Did they say what the name of the pub was”? I hadn’t heard.
“It sounds like it’s in the area of the Anglers Rest”. The pub that Mike and Carl had bought. Carl had left Mike and was now living in Germany. I thought about it for a moment and agreed that it might be in the same area.
It was just over an hour later that Stephen had a call from Chris, who had been the guarantor for the money for the Barn conversion for the leather business that Mike and Carl had run for years before selling up and moving down to Cornwall.
The Devon and Cornwall police had been in touch with Chris asking if he knew where both the guys were. All Chris could tell them was that Carl had left the country back in January and had wanted to find a way of getting his money back from the purchases, which Chris had nothing to do with and that he last saw and heard from Mike at around the same time and nothing since. It appeared that Mike had also disappeared a couple of weekends earlier, and that the staff were owed money. The manager, had no access to the accounts to get the money paid into it to pay the staff or the bills for the pub/restaurant.
“I’m calling you guys to warn you that you could get a visit from the police about the guys. You haven’t heard from Mike have you”? Chris was worried.
We hadn’t heard at all, from either Mike or Carl. I somehow doubted that they were in touch with each other too.
“Let me know if you hear anything will you please”. We promised Chris that we would. I had no idea just how much money Chris had loaned the guys and neither had Stephen.
We decided not to contact Carl in Germany even though we had his number and e-mail. Maybe things would calm down and go away. How wrong we were. The next day we had a visit from the police. Two detectives came to the house to question us about the guys and what we knew.
We were honest with our answers and kept what we knew about sexual activities to ourselves. The only thing we knew for sure was that it was Carl who was the accountant and that he had split with Mike back in early January and had stayed with us for three nights whilst he tried to get his life in order. We passed on our contact details we had with Carl in Germany.
A bigger surprise came the next day when one of the policemen called Stephen the next day by phone. How did Stephen know Mike. The surprise was that the name he gave was not the one we knew him by. We knew him by the name Mike Knowles, his real name was Michael Allen Southard. Stephen expressed his shock. He’d known Mike for seventeen years or more and had never heard the real name at all. Carl was also known by a different name we had not heard of before. It was strange. We were asked if we knew Chris by the name the police gave us, well yes, we did know him and he was a friend of ours too.
Where we involved financially with the Mike and Carl we knew? Thankfully no we hadn’t, they were just friends. That was all we said. If we heard from either of the men, would we please let the police know? We said that we would.
“Let’s talk to Chris”, Stephen decided. We were lucky, Chris wasn’t up to his usual trade in life, an escort. We explained that we had been contacted by the police and brought Chris up to speed. He actually laughed when we told him about the false names.
“You only knew them by their porn names. There were many people they knew them that way. I knew their real names because of the documents they had to sign for my loans to them, and through my solicitor friends who arranged their purchase of the barn and house. All payments to them were through a company name, never to them personally”.
Stephen and I began to see the light. “Have you told the police about that”?
“Well not that they used their porn names. Only that I knew them by their real names only”.
Stephen suddenly put the mobile phone microphone onto dead.
“Christ, I just thought of something. We must talk”.
Switching the microphone back on he asked Chris, “Is there anything else you have to tell us”?
“The police think he might have left the country and gone to Germany to be with Carl, but I don’t think that, or gone back to the States, which I think is more likely”.
We thanked Chris and Stephen told him that he might call back in an hour or so and we hung up.
I asked Stephen what was bothering him.
“Mike and his porn files”.
“We’ve got them”, I reminded him, “We got them from his phone”.
“The ones on his phone, yes, but what else does he have stashed away somewhere”?
This concerned me.
“We may not have even the very tip of the iceberg of his porn files”.
“Do you think he might have filmed us and lied to us”?
Stephen thought for a moment.
“No, I’m very inclined to believe he’d keep his word to us and not have filmed us. He’d know that I’m do him a lot of physical harm if he had and remember that what we have seen of his films it seems that the participants are aware that they are being captured on film by agreement”.
I hoped Stephen was correct. I gave him space to talk to Chris again.
He came back to me slightly concerned.
Chris knew of the filming of sex with other guys. He knew he was in one of the films as he’d agreed with Mike to participate. Mike kept his stash of films on a couple of portable drives and would most probably have them with him. That was Chris’s belief. Chris also believed that Stephen and I as a couple would not be any more involved in the investigation. It was about finance and not about sex and videos. we should not worry. Stephen had promised Chris that he’d keep me calm and Chris had promised that he’d keep in touch.
That night in bed, Stephen and I spoke. Chris was right, it was only about finances and not paying their staff and the money that Mike and Carl owed Chris. Stephen doubted that we’d hear again from Mike, but maybe from Carl sometime.
I doubted that I’d ever have the same thoughts about Mike ever again. He was very handsome, built, hung and extremely sexual.
“He was great to fuck though”, Stephen added. “Not many got in there you know, and both of us did, and the best thing of all, is that he never got you, as much as he desired it”.
Hoping that finally, the winter storms were now over we prepared for Easter and the forthcoming Summer which would include our cruise to Greece.