I sorted out a date and time with both of them. Neither thought to ask for a photo. Two hours was allocated, and I charged both Victor and Cedric double the normal price. There was only the one massage bed, but my own bed was fortunately a double.
I deliberately arranged it so that Cedric turned up first. He was clearly excited, put the agreed amount on the table, and after undressing in the bathroom lay face down on the massage bed. I left him to his thoughts, my own heart pounding, and looked through the window for Victor. There he was, a sly grin on his face, coming down the suburban street and then turning in at the garden gate. I opened the door just before he knocked.
I was intending that Victor would join me in giving Cedric an erotic massage. Pretty soon Victor began directing operations, first quickly stripping in the hallway, as did I, and then walking into the room and taking the lead in massaging Cedric (not very skilfully). Nothing was said, and Cedric must have found it odd. Two silent men were gently, then rather more forcefully, touching him. I touched his bottom’s crack, and he stirred, and Victor, ahead of my plan, teased the balls and cock, muttering in marvel about how thick the cock was, well ahead of my planned programme.
I was intending at some point to stand close to Cedric’s head to see how he would react. Victor was ahead of me — my fault for not agreeing a game plan with him — and stood there, coughing slightly. His cock was engorged with blood. I saw, from my position near Cedric’s waist, how Cedric looked up, staring, before slowly moving his head and taking Victor into his mouth and at first slowly, then more vigorously, sucking this new cock. As for Victor, he was of course in heaven, a broad grin on his face as he lifted his head to the ceiling before looking down at his prey and then holding the head tight. I, meanwhile, was reaching down between Cedric’s legs and giving his stiff cock a good shake, while thinking that I was watching two straight men having sex. It turned me on.
After a while I lost track of what exactly was going on. We had moved to my double bed and Cedric managed to get Victor to briefly fellate him, but Victor clearly had other things in mind. He quickly flipped Cedric over onto his front and was about to take him bareback when I managed to get him, reluctantly, to use a condom. Things were not going to plan. I was rather side lined, and felt almost as if I had been pimping for Victor. I felt almost faint as I heard Cedric begging for more. It was almost sensory overload.
Things improved when (with a fresh condom) Victor took me in my turn, this time me riding him cowboy style. I had difficulty accommodating him at first as he vigorously shoved himself into me. I have to admit that this grinning, full of himself bastard was quite the lover, even after emptying his balls into Cedric. We both moaned as we orgasmed at the same time, while Cedric, presumably, as no one else was in the room, had his arms wrapped tightly around me. It was incredibly hot to be in a threesome.
I began to suck Victor while Cedric sat back and watched for a while before taking over from me. I meanwhile was stroking Victor’s back and arms. Victor of course was loving the attention.
I then took Cedric doggie style, dry humping the man, as he gasped and moaned, while Victor crouched underneath, sucking Cedric’s balls (I think, it was hard to see). Even if I had had the energy I wouldn’t have dared to have tried to do the same to Victor. A little while later Victor was lying on his back while Cedric and I, crouched on either side of him, provided him with a hand job. I wouldn’t have been able to tolerate it, I would have been so sensitive, but he just lay there with a stupid grin on his face. He didn’t come, as his balls must have been completely empty.
Eventually the three of us laid on the bed, exhausted, with Victor, almost inevitably, in the middle, a smirk on his face as he called us a couple of poofters, with an arm around each of us. Cedric was complaining about his ass hurting, and I wasn’t in much better shape. After a while we all managed to squeeze into the shower. I was too sensitive to do anything other than stroke the others, but Victor tried, even in such a confined space, to get Cedric to give him yet another blow job.
Eventually Victor left, snickering. Cedric became a regular, though never asking for another threesome, but it was only the next day that I realised that Victor had never paid me for the session. I never heard from him again.
To be continued…