Water poured down my back and butt as I bent down and licked it, getting it wet. I popped his cock head with my lips. Then I went down.
Down down down. My throat opened, and then…my nose was in his pubes, his cock deep in my throat. He shook.
“Fuck!” he blurted. Yeah. Fuck.
I worked it. What a fine cock. Mmmmm. I started my bobs. Tickled his balls. Then I backed off and gently sucked on them, which made his thighs quake, these huge thick thighs. Should I push my luck? Maybe.
“Ever had a rim job?” I asked him.
“Where you lick my BUTT???”
“Yeah. We’re in the shower. I’ll do it for ya.”
“Fuck, that’s nasty!”
“But fun where you can find it. Try it for a second and if you don’t like it, I’ll deep throat ya again.”
The man was really turned on at that point.
“What do I do?” he asked.
Score.
“Just put your hands on the wall, I’ll wash ya and do the rest.”
Eagerly, he did it. Perfect. A little soap and water, and my hands were gently running over his butthole. I gave him a wank to keep his motor running. Then I knelt down and had him squat just slightly, and parted those crazy furred glutes with my hands, and gently licked his trench.
“Holy fuck!”
Yeah. I’m gonna fuck your holey with my tongue, Bill. You’re gonna love it.
And there I was, this fabulous ass rubbing my beard as I gave him the full monty rim job, my tongue slowly circling his ring, and gently poking him. I’d wank him once in a while, which made him groan and quake.
Mmmmmm.
I heard a noise. It had to be Ocho. Ocho likes to be rimmed, too. He’s exit-only. This is my current fate, I was thinking. But my mind was on this butt. And my hand was slowly stroking my serious erection.
I heard Ocho clear his throat. He stood at the gate. Very fucking dirty. OMG.
“Is this private or can I join in? I’m so fucking dirty I can’t use the shower up at the house.”
Bill and I turned around.
“Oh, and I fixed your diesel. Two clogged injectors. I had spares.”
The word “injectors” made me twitch inside.
I looked up at Bill, and he down at me. “WOW that’s great! Yeah, sure. Two cowboys for sex. Like de ja vu!”
Ocho started stripping. He looked dubious but his need was real. And there were two guys in the shower with hard-ons. Finally, his clothes were in a pile and he walked to the shower and grabbed the soap.
Dirt and grease poured from him. Whew. I soaped up the back of his neck, but he did his face after his hands and arms were clean. I stroked Bill a couple of times to keep him interested. He seemed to be focused on Ocho’s big cock, which was half hard, so I stroked it, too. Bill seemed super-turned on.
Finally, Ocho was clean. I dropped to my knees and inhaled Bill’s long thin cock while stroking Ocho’s. I was sort of delighted that Ocho was stiff now and didn’t seem to mind Bill being there, naked, erect, towering over both of us, a statue with an erection. Fuck yeah.
Bill kept staring at Ocho while I throated Bill’s long skinny dick. I stroked Bill’s thighs and worked my finger to his butthole. This trick had worked on Ocho long ago. Would it work again?
“YESSSSS!” is the next sound I heard. I nearly choked. Fuck. He blew and blew and blew some more. I pumped his cock and tried to get it all. Bill grabbed Ocho’s shoulder for support as he pumped his cock into my mouth and throat. I thought I’d drown. Damn, dude– been storing that for a while??
Finally he seemed to be done. He staggered back a couple of steps. The look of Zone was in his eyes.
Score.
I turned to work on Ocho. He seemed to be really turned on, but also bashful. I found the lube tube and coated him, spinning around. Ocho was up for it and nailed my ass. YES. He seemed to be in a hurry, too.
Bill came over to watch.
Ocho turned to him. “So what did you mean by ‘de ja vu’? You been here before?”
Bill went blank for a second. Then he laughed.
“No, you two faggots fucked my daughter Eloise a while back.”
I think Ocho had a heart attack. He pulled out of me and literally dashed to the corner of the stall. Scared shitless. Dammit.
“Ocho, it’s OK dude. ‘Man just wanted his dick sucked. Sez his wife doesn’t do it anymore.”
Ocho didn’t look convinced.
Bill shrugged and explained. “No really, it’s OK. Eloise is 21 and does what she wants. She’s been on the pill for a while. You guys are just conquest. I don’t care so long as she’s happy.” Then he laughed again. “You two faggots are a legend in her mind.” Then he laughed again, and stroked his cock.
“All I needed was my dick to get sucked by a faggot. That’s all this is. You can suck it, too, faggot.”
Ocho was about to deny being a faggot. Then he didn’t.
“If it’s OK with you, I’ll just watch.”
“Suit yourself” Bill said as I tried hard to suck him hard. He let me. For a minute, I thought Ocho was going to rinse and leave, but he stayed. I did my level best to get Bill hard again. I offered to rim him again.
“Yeah! That shit feels good! Nobody ever licked me there before.”
That’s when Ocho walked over. He pointed his finger at me. “Faggot likes that shit. He’ll lick ya until you ass falls in love with that tongue of his….”
Bill turned and assumed the position. I dove back in, craning my neck. Oh yeah, Bill’s squirming, pushing my head into his ass. Yeah, baby. I dig deep. Fucker loves it. I reach around to stroke him and he’s bone stiff again.
I move back. “Bill, bend lower so I can eat that hole while Ocho fucks me.” Ocho smiles and strokes himself.
YES. Getting railed. Eating hot hole. Doesn’t get much better. FUCK FUCK FUCK.
Ocho is urgent again. Slowing himself down, he reaches under and strokes my cock. I could shoot easily.
But I eat Bill’s hole. NomNom.
Ocho gives it up. It’s not as noisy as he usually does, but the seed is deep. There’s lots of it. He swims in there for a while, then flops out.
Then he surprises me.
“Next!” he yells out. Then he laughs. Bill straightens up.
“Faggots…” he mutters.
I assume the position and he nails it, sliding right in and in and in until he’s past where Ocho goes, rearranging my guts. Wow. He’s pushing Ocho’s juice deep in my slut ass. Yum. My face smells of butt as that skinny dick gooses me.
Ocho comes up to us. His cock is covered in juices. I push back Bill a bit, who hovers over me. He’s very interested in railing me. I bend down and clean Ocho’s cock. Bill stops to watch.
“You fucking faggots….” He doesn’t notice my giggle.
Then he jams it. Fuck. Pounds my hole. He’s way up there. I stroke. Ocho pushes my hand away and strokes me.
I’m almost there. I lose myself in the moment of getting pounded by this huge guy. Faggot. Yeah.
I look up at Ocho. He has a strange look in his eyes. He switches hands, stroking me with his right.
Later, he told me what he did. He worked his finger inside Bill’s butthole. And that’s when Bill fucked me like a blow-up doll, drilling me so hard I thought my spine would pop. He came with a loud roar, a dozen long rails up my hole. It was fast and furious, listening to his pants. I squeezed my assring on his cock. Trying to get all of his cream. Finally, panting, he slapped my ass hard and pulled away.
Spinning, I sucked on him. I wanted it all. Every last fucking drop of cum. And I got it. He let me until he couldn’t stand the sensation anymore. He staggered back.