“Where can they be?” he asked, slightly more panicked.
“I’m not sure,” I said. “If they fell out, it could’ve been anywhere. I pulled them out on the plane to send you a picture and then I put them right back… Oh…”
“Oh? What do you mean, ‘oh’?” he asked.
“I MIGHT have put them in the seatback pocket to get up and let someone get to their seat,” I said sheepishly.
“Holy shit. So BOTH keys are in an airplane that could be anywhere in the world at this point?” he asked, getting more and more annoyed.
“That’s about the size of it,” I said.
“Well, now what the fuck do I do?” he asked.
“I guess the first step is to have a drink. Help yourself to the minibar,” I said.
“I don’t want a drink! I want to get this damn cage off!” he exclaimed.
“Okay, I’ll have a drink,” I said calmly. “I mean, I guess this makes you a permanent bottom now.”
“Not funny,” he said.
“It kind of is,” I said. “First, I fucked you twice within eight hours, and then Dillon came and fucked you. Seems like we’re off to a great start,” I said.
“When I get this off, I’m going to fuck you so hard,” he said. “This is getting right up there with you pushing me about the baseball team hazing me.”
“Whoa,” I said. “Okay, calm down. I’ll see if I can get it off. If I DO get it off, do you promise to stop being mad?”
“If you can get it off without calling a locksmith or sending me to the hospital, yes. I’ll stop being mad,” he said.
“Do you promise?” I asked.
“Yes, fine. I promise,” he said.
I reached behind his ear and made the keys appear using that cheesy sleight-of-hand trick that people use to make quarters appear out of kids’ ears.
“Oh, my God! You’re such an asshole!” he said as he pushed me.
“Yeah, I know,” I said. “Lay down.”
He got on the bed and laid on his back. I pulled his underwear down just far enough to unlock his cage and take it off.
“While you’re down there…” he said.
“Don’t mind if I do,” I said as I put my lips around the tip of his dick.
“Oh, shit. Really?” he asked in surprise.
“Mmhmm,” I said as I started sucking, and he got hard almost immediately. He grabbed my head and held it in place while he thrust in and out of my mouth.
Once he let me up for air, I said, “I haven’t eaten yet. I want you to feed me.”
“Holy shit. Okay, I’m not mad anymore,” he said.
“Where do you want me?” I asked.
“On your knees,” he said.
I got on my knees in front of the full-length mirror. He took his underwear off completely, put Dillon’s shoes back on, walked over to me, and stood in front of me. I opened my mouth and looked up at him. He caressed my face and then put his dick in my mouth. He started off slow and put his hand on top of my head. With each thrust, he went a little deeper until, finally, I was deep-throating all eight inches. I put my hands on his hips and pulled him toward me to establish a decent rhythm. I looked up at him and saw he was watching me blow him in the mirror. I kept going and made eye contact with him in the reflection. Once we locked eyes, I put a finger up his ass and really started working his dick with my mouth.
“Oh, fuck,” he said. “I’m… gonna cum…”
I kept pulling him toward me with my finger in his ass. Sucking his dick, going all the way down to his balls until finally I felt his hot, sticky load spewing out of his dick. I went all the way down as soon as I felt him ejaculating and let him squirt it all down my throat.
“FUUUUUCK,” he said with a moan as he grabbed my head and gave me three or four good thrusts as he finished.
I pulled back, sucking out as much as I could, and then showed him his jizz on my tongue, closed my mouth, swallowed, and then showed him my clean tongue.
“Fuck, that’s so hot,” he said.
I grabbed his dick and stroked it with my mouth open, trying to get every last drop of semen out of him. He had just a little bit more for me, I put it on my tongue and closed my mouth. But this time, I didn’t swallow. I stood up and kissed him, putting his jizz in his mouth with my tongue.
“Aww, man. I always fall for that!” he said. “I don’t even care this time because that was totally worth everything that happened today.”
“Wow, really?” I asked. “You’re not going to fuck me in the ass to teach me a lesson?”
“Not this time,” he said.
“What if I want you to?” I asked teasingly.
“Well, maybe,” he said. “But I need a few minutes before I can go again.”
“No worries,” I said. “Do you want to check out the strip or go eat or anything?”
“I could eat,” he said.
“I already had a bunch of meat and dessert,” I said with a smirk, “But we can find somewhere to eat.”
I’ll get dressed really quick, and then I’ll be ready,” I said as I walked over to his bag and unzipped the outside pocket. I pulled out Dillon’s underwear and socks.
“Wait, what?” he asked.
I pulled off the underwear I was wearing and put Dillon’s underwear on. Then I put Dillon’s socks on and went to put my jeans and shoes on, which were really Ben’s jeans and shoes, and Ben said, “Wait,” as he kicked Dillon’s shoes off. “Put those on,” he said. I inhaled the scent from the shoe deeply and put them on.
“When did Dillon put his clothes in my bag?” he asked.
“Sometime last night or early this morning, I guess. I got a video from him putting the clothes in there and a message saying it was for me,” I said.
“That’s literally what he was wearing yesterday when he came over. I guess he either borrowed something or went home commando,” he said.
“Feels nice,” I said. “Are you ready?”
“Looks nice, too. Sure, let’s go,” he said.
We went out, had dinner and a few drinks, and came back to the hotel room around midnight.
We undressed each other, and just as I was pulling off Dillon’s underwear, Ben stopped me and said, “Leave them on for now and lay down.”
I got on my back, and Ben put his head between my legs. Kissing my dick through Dillon’s underwear and inhaling deeply.
“Fuck, you smell good,” he said as he pulled my dick out through the front opening and started sucking on it. He worked my balls out through the opening, too, and it was kind of tight, almost like a cock ring. He licked my balls and sucked my dick, and said, “I want you to fuck me.”
“Hop on,” I said.
He squatted over me and worked my dick into his ass. Then he started to ride me and stroke his dick while I was balls deep inside him. He was facing me, riding me in the cowboy position. He leaned back and grabbed my ankles, and I grabbed his dick and started stroking it while he was riding me.
After a while, I grabbed his legs and started to pull them toward me. He put his feet out in front of him, and I put his feet on either side of my face. I pulled one of his socks off and held it on my face as I continued to thrust into him. He reached back and pulled one of my socks off, which Dillon had worn all day the day before, and did the same. Then he pulled the other sock off and did the same. I flipped over and put him on his back and grabbed the socks that I had been wearing and stuffed them both in his mouth. Then I grabbed the sock I had taken off of him, took the other sock off of him and put them in my mouth. I mounted him, putting his feet on my shoulders and started to plow his ass fast and hard. We were both grunting and moaning, and then I spit his socks out and started to suck on his toes. I came deep inside his ass again and slowed down, eventually pulling out.