“You’re not leaving, are you?” she asked, her accent sounded English and quite refined.
He stood up and held her till she found her footing, she’d wrapped her arms around his neck when he stood and she now leaned against him, perky breasts pressed against his torso. She looked up at him, blue eyes looking pouty as she asked him again if he was leaving.
“Sorry,” he looked down into her eyes, “I do have to get back to the city.” He reached up and pulled her arms from around his neck and held them as he stepped back. She leaned forward and kissed his cheek.
“Well, I hope you come back.” And she turned her attention to someone else on the verandah. Dee took Tom’s hand and walked him back to his truck.
“I hope you’ll come back for the Priapus grand opening. It should be in about three weeks. I think, you started something today and I’d love to continue what we started,” she said.
“I can’t promise it, but I’ll do my best.” He kissed her on the cheek, stepped up into his truck and started the engine. She stepped back and he drove off.
Over the next few days, they completed the finishing touches on the Priapus pavilion. They finished building the ring, strung the ropes and added the padding. They set up benches that Mark had built around the ring for observers and between the benches they added mattress paddings, which could be used for sex. They decorated the walls with more penis art. And satisfied with the results, they set a date for the opening event: the christening. Dee sent Tom a message reminding him to come.
The day of the event they hadn’t heard anything from him, and she didn’t think he’d show. From the guests in attendance, names were drawn and wrestling matches, mock wrestling matches, were set up. Mock as they didn’t want anyone to actually get hurt. One of the names drawn was “Tom” but as Dee hadn’t seen him, she didn’t think it was her Tom.
Naked the participants lined up to take their turns in the ring. Women and the unpicked men lined the benches, some few took positions on the mattresses and began to have sex, oral sex, fucking, the room was alive with sexual energy. The matches started and it was quickly down to the final two men. Tom and Mark. It was only then that Dee realized that “Tom” was her Tom. How she’d missed him, she had no idea.
The match started, mostly a shuffle, gripping shoulders and trying to kick the feet out from under your opponent with the first to be knocked off his feet losing. It was mere seconds before Mark hit the mat. Tom was the winner, and his prize was to claim anyone that he wanted, in the room to have sex with. Dee stood up, fully expecting that he’d choose her. Tom stood in the middle of the ring; he looked around the room, at the sex being had and at the men and women lining the benches, at Dee, at Kevin, down at Mark, still on the mat.
“Mark,” he said loudly. He lowered a hand as Mark reached up. Clasping hands he helped Mark to his feet then pulled in to kiss him. They held each other, as Tom broke the kiss and whispered in Mark’s ear that after his last visit, he couldn’t stop thinking about doing this, then he kissed Mark again. Together they lowered themselves to the floor. Those on the benches stood and lined the ring. Dee climbed up and hugged one of the uncut penis pillars. On the floor inside the ring, Tom straddled Mark’s chest and fed his cock into Mark’s mouth.
He began to slowly fuck Mark’s face, while, behind him, Mark’s cock was rising to its full length of almost nine inches, but Tom ignored it, for now. He focused on Mark’s mouth, his own cock now fully hard and filling Mark’s throat. He reached down and held each side of Mark’s head as he pumped, faster and faster.
Tom pulled out and stood up then moved between Mark’s leg. Mark lifted his legs as Tom knelt, Tom spit on his fingers and kind of roughly jammed them into Mark’s ass. Mark clenched for a moment, blocking Tom’s advance, and while he was used to being fucked now, still the shock of the raw thrust of those fingers tensed him.
“Gently,” he said to Tom.
Tom pulled back, spit again on his fingers, and then approached Mark’s ass gently this time. He probed and he found Mark’s ass to be welcoming this time and his fingers slipped in. He started with two and added a third finger. Mark’s head leaned back, and his back arched to better take Tom.
“Fuck me, Tom,” he said.
Tom pulled his fingers out and positioned his hard cock at Mark’s ass and he pushed in, again he went fast, and Mark clamped down.
“Hold on, let me get used to it.” Mark gasped; his teeth clenched as he bore down on Tom’s cock.
Mark breathed deeply, a few times then began to push back on Tom’s cock and Tom sank deeper. Deeper and deeper. Tom felt his ball press into Mark’s cheeks and realized he’d bottomed out. The feeling, the tightness was so amazing. His mind swam with the sensations. He couldn’t believe he’d never done this before. Tom paused, lost in the sensations, the tightness, the ass around his cock.
Mark smacked Tom’s chest. “Fuck me,” he reminded Tom, pulling him back to the moment.
Tom started pulling out then nature took over and his body knew what to do. He began to fuck Mark’s ass hard. Long deep strokes. The crowd was cheering. Tom’s head was swimming. He leaned forward and reached to stroke Mark’s cock as he fucked his ass. He lifted and pulled back and realized he might just be able to reach Mark’s cock head. He leaned forward and reached and took Mark into his mouth. He couldn’t get much and still fuck Mark, but he got enough.
Mark’s cock and ass were both being stimulated, and he knew he was going to cum in moments. He tried to hold off, but his body wouldn’t cooperate, and he started to cum in Tom’s mouth. His ass clenching and pulsing on Tom’s cock as his balls drained into Tom’s mouth. Most of Mark’s cum was dribbling out of Tom’s mouth. And as Mark’s body flexed with his orgasm, he milked Tom’s cock, pulling Tom’s load out of his balls. Tom shot deep into Mark’s ass, one pulse, then two then he pulled out and sprayed the rest of his load onto Mark’s ass and balls. He collapsed down onto the mat with is cock fully drained.
Dee climbed through the ropes, crawled between Mark’s legs, and lapped up the spilled cum. Then cleaned Mark’s cock. The blonde woman from the other day crawled her way to Tom and took his spent cock into her mouth cleaning it.
The party continued through the evening and well into early morning hours. Tom said his goodbyes with a very spent cock around 2 A.M. Mark, Dee and Kevin made their way back to the house and all fell into bed, in a deep sleep in seconds.
In the next few days, they began the work on the final pavilion of this build. It was to be a small building, and a concept of Dee’s choosing. She had designed a small house, it would have a kitchenette, a small dining, more café, table, ideal for two people, and a king-sized bed. There would be soft materials on the walls and the floors, mirrors spaced evenly around the room reflected light and the spaces in the room. There would be a plush sofa and a gas fireplace. It was to be a cozy nook. A romantic spot, designed to be harmonious and romantic.