You've seen some porno films like this, only with a couple of models lapping at some lucky guy's heaving cock. There's no tacky soundtrack in this movie though, and you have to remind yourself that this is happening for real.
The boys take turns to fellate Miguel, their hands stroking his thighs, caressing his chest and probing between his butt cheeks. When neither wants to relinquish sucking duty, a pair of lashing tongues meet across the flesh, fighting for control of the meaty lollipop.
Adam turns round to face you, hardly able to bare giving up his tongue action for a second. It must be important. It is. He quickly points out the beers on the seat of the bigger of the two vans. He swigs from the bottle, keeping the beer in his mouth to swill around the captive's cock. There's no room for both and the beer squirts over Miguel's balls and trickles down his thighs. Dan's tongue stops it getting much further than that.
You can feel your cock chafing against the inside of your jeans, subconsciously you've been rubbing your tented crutch. Swigging at your beer bottle makes your mouth hot for something more fleshy than glass. There's a you-sized gap in front of the bound guy, between the two suckers - it would be rude not to give Miguel a taste of your new-found sucking skills.
Miguel grunts curiously as you take your first turn, as if he wasn't aware of your presence, that a third person could be watching. With the three of you concentrating your beer-filled mouth action of his cock, it's a wonder he lasted as long as he did. Of course, it was your turn that brought his come on, but Adam had the cock pointing at him when it squirted. The first few jets of fresh foreign suck juice sprayed across Adam's nose, with one gob stretching from eyebrow to cheek. The rest was taken in his mouth, never to be seen again.
Adam lies back on the ground and brings his t-shirt over his face to wipe off the come. He laughs, his face covered, his legs apart, his crutch bulging.
"Give me a minute on the clock", says Dan, "they call me Mr Gone in Sixty Seconds.. because the other guy always comes within a minute." You rest your head on your watched wrist, on Adam's thigh, so Dan can see the timer.
"Ok, wait for the second hand to move round... ok.... GO!"
He works Adam's cock more furiously than he had Miguel's, not even deep-throating. It was hardly ever more than halfway in, you could see the lower half of his cock almost untouched. It must all be in the tongue action, you deduce.
Thirty-eight seconds in and Adam's cock convulses before your very eyes.
"YEAH BABY" comes the cry from the decision-making end of Adam's body. By the time the full minute is up, his cock is softening, with sperm matting his pubic hair from the few drops that escaped from Dan's mouth.
"Fuck me", you say. "That was in-credible."
Dan replies: "If I fuck you, THAT would be incredible."
This comment needs clarifying. "Err, Dan, do you mean it would be an incredible fuck... or incredible, 'cos it aint gonna happen?"
"Huh? Both.", says Mr Gone in Thirty-Eight Seconds. "And now gentlemen, Dan says as he gets to his feet, "I have the cutest little virgin arse in the back of my van." He finishes his beer, lights a Marlboro, then locks the doors of the van behind him.
"Doesn't he want to share?"
"Not always" says Adam. "He didn't particularly want to share Miguel. He only brought us along so he could suck me dry. He's addicted to my sperm, you know. Must be all the coke I do."
Apart from the intermittent clanking of chains and thuds against the side, there's not a lot of noise from the back of the van. But suddenly it starts rocking, and a loud wailing noise breaks the night. Silence, followed by a loud "FUCK YEAH!" from Dan, and a foreign-sounding expletive from his prisoner.
|