“We were just talking about when you met me,” Marcus said to Harry.
“Hah, this little stud couldn’t keep his eyes off of me,” Harry laughed.
“I think it was the other way round,” Marcus replied, leaning over to give the older man a playful punch on the arm. “Joshua tells me he’s never been with another man.”
“Oh, you cared to ask him?”
“I’m just interested.”
“Who are you kidding?” joked Harry, and both Marcus and Joshua laughed, “you just want to show him the ropes. How about we show him a good time.”
“With pleasure.”
Marcus removed his sunglasses and rose with a seductive suavity that was simultaneously amusing and sexy. Joshua felt his thong get a little tighter. Marcus straddled the lounger that he lay on, so that he was standing over Joshua, his green eyes twinkling with lust. He bent down and kissed him passionately, whilst planting a cool hand on his muscular chest, sending shivers down his spine. Still locked in embrace, their tongues battling, Marcus lowered himself so that he was straddling Joshua’s crotch. Slowly, Marcus began to grind with his ass, so that Joshua felt his cock stiffen and strain in the thong. He tried to reach down to give himself some more room, but Marcus pinned his arms above his head. He was uncomfortably horny, and unintentionally began to grind his hips in rhythm with Marcus, so that his bursting cock rubbed on Marcus’ buttocks.
Just as the tension of the thong on his cock became intolerable, so that he would have had to wrestle Marcus off, Joshua felt a hand, presumably Harry’s, pull on the waistband of the thong releasing his cock from its imprisonment. Stopping only to squeeze Joshua’s rigid shaft, Harry removed the black thong. Moments later, Joshua heard material rip and, with a sigh that released a lot of pressure, Marcus broke their kiss and his head fell onto Joshua’s shoulder, warm breath tickling his neck. Looking to the end of the lounger, he could see Harry with the torn pair of gold silk briefs in his hand — obviously Marcus’ cock had also been pretty tight in his underwear, and Harry had had to tear his underwear to get them off.
Now Marcus began licking and kissing Joshua’s neck, nibbling on his earlobe, whilst Harry sat back down on his lounger, rubbing his own hardening cock and half-concealing groans. Marcus resumed grinding against Joshua’s now uncovered crotch, more fervently now, and precum had oozed from his cock and smeared across Marcus’ ass cheeks. Marcus’ heavy balls hung freely now, bouncing on his skin with every movement. He moaned and raised his hips to meet Marcus’ and his cock slid between his muscular buttocks, which clenched around the rock-hard tool.
Movement to his right signalled that Harry could no longer just sit and watch, and he felt the older man’s lips meet his as Marcus moved to kiss his pecs and nip his erect nipples. Now completely enthralled, Joshua moved fiercely into Harry’s kiss, sucking on his bottom lip and moaning gently.
He felt Harry’s hand enclose his cock and slowly began stroking up and down the shaft. He flinched every time the sensitive head of his cock rubbed against Marcus’ buttock. This continued for a couple of minutes — a slow kiss, turning frantic with anticipation, from Marcus; a quick squeeze from Harry, pulling his foreskin taught and then releasing; the reflexive gasp escaping from his lips as Marcus massaged his shaft with his ass muscles. Then, as Joshua felt he were about to tip over the edge, simultaneously they stopped — they must have communicated with each other — and Marcus released his arms from above his head and his swollen cock from his clenched buttocks and stood up and off of the lounger.
Joshua watched as Harry and Marcus moved closer to one another and began to kiss. Their hands roamed each other’s body: Marcus groped the stiffening package in Harry’s swimming trunks, pushing his own cock against Harry’s thigh. Harry ran his hands over Marcus’ butt; kneading his buttocks; spreading them apart and teasing his bud with his forefinger. Completely ignored, Joshua couldn’t help but feel that this show was put on for his benefit, and he was more aroused than ever.
“Fuck me,” he moaned involuntarily as he rubbed his cock. The sound of his voice brought Harry and Marcus back round, and they both looked at him, smiling,
“Looks like someone’s feeling a bit left out,” Harry said to Marcus.
Marcus didn’t reply, instead turning back to Harry and, grasping the waistband of his trunks in both hands, knelt to the floor so that the trunks came down too. Harry’s raging hard-on jumped up, pointing only centimetres from Marcus’ face. As he removed the older man’s trunks from around his feet, Marcus leant forward and licked the tip of his cock and Harry threw back his head with a moan of appreciation. As quickly as he had made the gesture, Marcus broke away and stood up again.
“Well then,” he said, finally answering Harry’s question, “we better give him some attention then.” They gave each other a knowing smile and knelt either side of Joshua’s lounger.
Ignoring his engorged dick that rested expectantly on his belly, Marcus lifted Joshua’s heavy balls in his hand, and they each took one into their mouths, rolling it around with their tongue. Through the strange pleasure of two hot mouths on his balls, Joshua thought of the flawless way in which the two men had both known what the other were about to do to him, and he could not help but wonder that Harry and Marcus had done this same routine before.
They increased the pressure of their tongues on his balls, so that an ache began to grow in them. After a few minutes, Marcus released the orb from his mouth, which was immediately gathered by Harry, bouncing the two spheres together in his mouth so that Joshua tensed.
Marcus turned his attention to Joshua’s cock, lifting it and stroking it in his hand. Joshua remembered Harry sucking his cock; how much he had slowly teased him: licking his shaft; squeezing his balls; swallowing his cock one inch at a time before retreating again. But Marcus was in no such mood. He bent down and gave the head one tender kiss. Then, eagerly, unforgivingly, he deep throated the entire length, down to the base, and clamped his throat muscles so tightly that Joshua’s moan escalated into a shouted, ‘Oh yeah.’ He heard Harry laugh, before releasing his balls, and vibrations shook through him.
“Looks like he’s enjoying that,” he said, but Marcus was too busy working on Joshua’s cock to answer and so Harry dove back between the young man’s legs.
Joshua didn’t know how long this treatment went on for: he closed his eyes and disappeared into these staggering feelings, losing all sense of time. He felt lips press firmly against his and someone kiss him desperately, like a drowning man. He realised he hadn’t been aware of Marcus stop sucking his cock, and now the young man had straddled the lounger once again. He raised his hands to press on Marcus’ waist, feeling the beads of sweat on his warm skin; pulling him into the fiery embrace.