Gay

"I've been an ass and I'm sorry."

"Want to make it up to me?"

Francois grinned. "I'm all about make-up sex, Mingo."

"Then find a nice quiet corner where we might get caught and fuck me."

"Outstanding," he said, his wicked grin spreading from ear to ear. He floored the gas, sending two skateboarders scuttling away and he careened from one end of the massive parking garage to the other. I kept massaging his cock through his pants. He hissed in a breath.

"Oh…man, Mingo…"

I found the zipper and angled my face between his taut, hard belly and the steering wheel and unzipped his jeans with my teeth. He jumped as my tongue licked at his belly, then found its way into the slit of his tighty-whities. He looked so hot in those damned things, I couldn't believe it. He found a space at last, wedged between a wall and a dilapidated white Ford.

My lips were already working their way around his cockhead. It was massive. Hard and hot, I licked the head, paying homage to the slit, running my tongue down the length of his shaft.

"Christ, suck it," he said.

I took my time. I let my mouth slobber over every hard inch of him. He was more than a mouthful and for this, I was eternally grateful. I held his hot cock gently between my hands, letting my fingers massage the shaft, following the trail of my tongue and incessant, sucking mouth. He got worked up very quickly as I slowly removed my fingers one by one leaving only my mouth to work on him. He was on the verge of coming, so I stopped, taking one last swab at his leaking cockhead as I reached into my pocket for my new favorite toy.

Snapping the studded, black leather cock ring around his cock and balls, I took smug satisfaction in his gasp.

"I'll stay hard for you baby, please…man. It's so tight. Mingo, we don't need it."

Yeah, we needed it. The orgasms it gave him were deep and intense. It always took a few second for him to become acclimated to the pressure around his balls. I licked his cock again and he relaxed.

"You're going to fuck me now," I said, raising my face away from him.

"Baby, we're in a parking lot!"

"Yeah, and you're gonna park that thing right in my ass, buster."

I unbuttoned my jeans, pulled them down, my mouth still moving over his cock. I felt Francois' big hands shoving down my underpants. His cock kept leaking and I know he was ready.

"Get over here," he rasped, his fingers caressing my ass hole. He pushed his seat back and I moved myself over him, facing away from him. Gripping the steering wheel, I raised my ass so he could rub his cockhead against it.

"This what you want, Mingo?"

"Yeah…yeah."

He lowered me onto him. I worked my ass up and down that massive prick. From this angle, he felt enormous. I shuddered as I felt one of the studs on his cock ring against my ass cheek.

"Oh…" Francois tightened his hold on my hips. My hard cock beat against the steering wheel. He reached one hand around me to curl around it. His fingers gripped me. Oh man, I was going to come.

He fucked me hard and fast, I rose and fell against him. My heartbeat raced and my cock leaped in his grip.

"That's it, baby," he said, aware now that I was close. I raised my hips, reached down and around and unfastened the cock ring. He exploded inside me, my own cock erupting from the sheer, dramatic force of what was happening in me.

“Well,” he said, his voice silky smooth and deeply delicious, “you must be the guy who answered the ad. You’re certainly tall, dark and handsome.”

“Ah, well I…” Darcy was surprised. “That’s me.” He felt himself blushing.

The other man stood aside and held the door open. “Come in. You’re in the right place.”

Darcy narrowed his eyes, and hesitantly walked inside. “I am?”

The young man closed the door behind him. “Yes.”

“I’ve been expecting you. I’m Ryan.” He held out his hand, and Darcy clutched it for a second in his, then released it.

“Hi, Ryan. I’m Darcy. I wasn’t sure if she would want to go to dinner or…you see my brother responded to the ad and I didn’t get a lot of information. I usually don’t do this. I mean, I have never done this. I do know she likes to play chess though,” he pointed out with a smile. “I’m no chess player. Maybe she can teach me.” He knew he was rambling.

Ryan looked at him for a moment. “Ah, I don’t follow. Who plays chess?”

“Well,” he hesitated, “that’s what my brother told me. He said she liked to play chess. Maybe he got it wrong. It doesn’t matter, like I said, I don’t play so…”

“Who exactly is she?” Ryan narrowed his eyes.

“I’m sorry I don’t know the name and…she’s blonde and…”

Ryan didn’t seem to be listening. He slowly ran his gaze over him and smiled. “You’re in great shape. I bet you have a fantastic body.”

Darcy opened his mouth, then closed it. He felt himself flush. “Ah…thanks, I work out, probably not as much as I should.” He focussed now on his surroundings. “Actually, I can’t stay long. I have to work out in the morning before work and…” Anything was better than staring at him like an idiot. They were standing in an entrance where a small table sat, topped by a tiny lamp, which allotted only a small amount of light. Ahead of him, he could see another room, possibly a living room with a staircase on the left, which obviously led to the second floor. Everything was in pastels, from the colours on the wall and the paintings, which were of Greek landmarks and mythological hero’s, to the carpets on the floor…all beige and mocha.

“Follow me,” Ryan said, crooking his finger. “We’ll go and sit down.”

“I can wait here if—”

“Wait here? Why would you want to do that? Come on in,” he said, flashing a smile. “I won’t bite.”

Darcy followed him down the hallway, then into the living room. His gaze moved over his shoulders, and his back, to the swell of his ass in tight ripped jeans, then quickly back up to his hair again. He swallowed.

“Have a seat,” he said, indicating the sofa. “I’ve really been looking forward to this. It’s kind of a gift to myself. It’s a relief really to finally meet you. I’ve been a little nervous about this.”

Darcy folded his hands in his lap as he sat on the black leather sofa. Gift? That was odd, he thought. “Why a gift for you? You mean it’s a gift for her, don’t you?”

Then Blossom purred, "Jin. I want you to ketsuman. I want you to bottom."

The two men's faces fell. Tem was back in the wing chair with me and we sat, riveted as the two men seemed to be struggling with their lady boss's demands. Blossom threw back her head and laughed.

"Yi is always the ketsuman. It's time he gets to tachi, to top." Blossom reached for another piece of opium. Man, she'd consumed enough to kill a horse. It was not bringing out a very nice side of her. She was enjoying their discomfort. Me, I was ready to roll. Tem's body was rigid against mine, and not in a good way.

"Move to the floor so Jimmy Thunder and his man get a good view." She chewed another, bigger piece of opium. The two men moved to the floor and undressed each other. They forgot everything then as two men are wont to do when fucking is involved. Jin had some serious hardware on his not too small penis. I'd never seen so many piercings on a cock.

"You ever fucked a guy with all that jewelry on his pecker?" I asked Tem, who gave me a sullen look.

"Only the cock rings I put on you…and the little restraints."

Oh, God. He was making my dick hard now and his stroking hand liked what it felt through my tight leather pants.

"Not so fast. I do believe I owe you one, Mr. Thunder."

Tem rubbed his face into my neck. "We pleasured each other," he whispered, but his eyes were alive with excitement.

"Yeah…but you thought of the blueberries and I do believe I'm hungry again."

Jin was on his back now, squeezing his pierced nipples in his fingers, watching us as Tem and I watched him. Yi spread Jin's ass and the look on his face was priceless as the other man's mouth connected with his ass hole. There is nothing like a tongue in your ass, as I have learned. The slurping sounds Yi made seemed to be turning my man on and I unzipped his fly. His lovely, luscious cock sprang out, needing its man to relieve it.

"Oh…look how big that is," moaned Jin, and Yi stopped what he was doing to take a look at Tem's rigid cock. I always said Tem could have been a fantastic top in movies, except for his overwhelming desire to be fucked. Yi turned back to the hot body in front of him as my mouth went to Tem's goody bags. His balls were the biggest, juiciest ones I'd ever had, in my limited experience of men. My tongue licked away at them because I knew Tem liked it so much.

He slouched further down in the wing chair and I had to have possession of him now. I pulled the leather pants down his thighs and all the way to his ankles. They got stuck on his boots so he lifted his legs and I positioned myself between them.

"Yeah…" Jin groaned, and I glanced up to see a couple of Yi's fingers massaging their way into Jin's bottom, the thumb rubbing against his perineum. 

I mirrored his actions, Blossom's mouth slack as her gaze moved from us to them and back again. Tem went crazy when two of my fingers worked into him, stroking his prostate, my thumb on the other side keeping up a maddening pressure on his perineum. I took his cock all the way in my mouth, my left hand gently nursing his balls.

Tem's legs flailed about as I slipped a third finger into him. The sounds of slurping man joy were loud in that big red room as dawn broke and a soft, very soft apricot glow shimmered through the windows.

 “Lie down, baby.” I kissed the back of his neck and he obeyed me, his cock already flying at full mast. I told him to remain on his right side, facing away from me and he turned to look at me.

“Please take that thing off. I want you naked, too.”

I nodded and removed the robe, his eager hand stoking my proud erection.

“You have such a gorgeous body. I love your muscles, Jimmy.”

I felt my chest puffing out like some ridiculous caricature from a Charles Atlas commercial. I got on the bed, and lying very close to him, I removed one of the mochi and fed him with my fingers. I watched the way he licked the red bean sauce and I hoped one day he’d lick my blood that way. We worked our way to the sweet potatoes and I told him to close his eyes. I held a small fried wedge smothered in honey up to his nose.

“Inhale, darling.” I kissed his shoulder as he took a deep breath and I saw the smile spread over his face as he bit into the morsel in my fingers. Then I took them away even as he was still licking honey from them.

“Do I still keep my eyes shut?”

“Especially now.” I kept my mouth at his ear and I picked up the small, covered jug. Good. It was still warm. I smoothed back the hair away from his ear, tilting his head to the angle I wanted and held the pot under his nose. Complete trust. He hadn’t opened his eyes and I waited for the scent of the honey to reach him. It didn’t take long.

“Mmm, that’s yummy.”

I poured a drop, just a drop behind his ear and he moaned when it hit his skin. I licked it and kept moving down the entire right side of his body. “Turn over, baby.” He turned over, and this time I had him move his left arm up so I could put a drop under his armpit. He went crazy then, grasping and pulling at me, flip-flopping on the thousand-thread count bed sheets, his cock leaking in my hungry hand as he started to sob. “Oh God…nobody has ever made me feel like this.”

Pouring the rest of the honey on my fingers, I gave them to him to suck and bent my head to take possession of his cock with my gluttonous mouth. He sucked on my

fingers with the same fury I did his hot, hard piston. When he came in my mouth, it was better than honey. It was the taste of everything we’d eaten.

It was the taste of love.

Lying side by side, kissing, licking, touching, I felt so much joy when he fell asleep, his head on my chest. I had no idea how we were going to top this night and I had no idea how I was going to cope with the idea of some stranger, probably several, invading his body the next night. But, for now, he was with me and he was safe. I hoped he felt loved, even though no such words were said.

“Where did you come from?” he suddenly asked, his fingers raking down my chest. “Where did you come from, Jimmy Thunder? How did you find me?”

“We just got lucky, I guess. You spotted me in the shower that day.”

He chuckled. “Is that what you thought? I’ve had my eye on you for months.”

My arms tightened around him. “Months? And you never said anything? What took you so long?”

I watched Kimo Wilder eating out my ass. He licked me like I was a woman. His woman.

Suddenly, he stopped. “Does this feel good?”

“Yes, oh yes.”

“You’re not going to come again, are you? I don’t want you to come until I’m inside you.”

I hadn’t even thought about how hard my cock was.  The tip was reaching for sky, purple-red, anxious for release.

“Don’t touch it,” I said. “I’ll last.”

“I don’t know that I can’t touch it,” he said, in wonderment. “It’s so pleased to see me.”

He dropped a small, possessive kiss on the shaft and went back to my asshole. I almost jumped from the thrill of having this magnificent warrior’s mouth back on me, licking me with all the passion, all the concentration he normally gave his wife.

Kimo kept at it and it was becoming harder and harder not to come. I focused on breathing, on not doing anything that would take his mouth away from me.

His tongue laved my asshole and I felt myself getting wetter and more open and he sensed it too, moaning into my deepest recesses.

He raised his head again and snarled, “You’re mine now, bitch. If I fuck you, there’s no going back.”

I grabbed his huge tool then, pointing it exactly where I needed it. We were clear now. I wanted his cock. He wanted ownership of me.

He let me guide him to me, then he brushed my hands away as he slowly entered me. The pleasure-pain engulfed me as Kimo Wilder eased himself into me.

“Oh God, you’re so warm in there. I had no idea.” He took his time, working his way into me, until my body accepted the biggest thing it had ever had inside it. “You’re so tight, Bobby.” He rotated his hips and the jolts of pain as he stretched and pulled at my ass muscles shifted to something else. Then he took that massive cock out of me.

“No, no,” I screamed. “Don’t take it away from me!”

And he thrust it back into me again.

“Beautiful mahou,” he said.” You have no idea how good this is.”

“I can make it better.” I started to contract my ass muscles and a look of astonishment crossed his face as he roared to an orgasm, sending his red-hot lava spilling into me.

My cock jerked with the weight of him on me and I reached down to pull myself off, but he was man enough to move my hand away.

“No, no, I want to do it.” He pulled on me in the way men jerk themselves off.

“No, like this,” I said, since I had to teach him. I like the hand curled around the prick, up over the head. He understood at once and took great delight in watching my own release as he slowed down the ass fucking he was giving me.

“I want to stay inside you. I want to do it again. You love getting fucked, don’t you?”

“I love getting fucked by you,” I said, surprising him by raising my head with him still impaling me and I licked his nipples.

“Oh…oh…shit, that’s good. Oh fuck…that one, baby. That one, mahou, the left one.”

Indeed, his left nipple was distended now and I sucked on it, knowing what messages it was sending to his cock. Fuck the mahou.

He started again in slow, circular, hula motions and I wished I could watch his ass muscles moving as he sawed in and out of me again. Nothing else mattered but this feeling of ecstasy we had created and I met each of his lunges as his cock got harder and harder and he pulled it all the way out, only to give it right back to me again. He threw my legs over his shoulders, holding them to him, giving him leverage, but also bringing me closer.

There was such fierce absorption on his face, a passion I have never seen before. His mouth opened and I rose to meet him. If there was resistance at first, it soon melted away as I sucked on his whole tongue and he dipped forward to feed it all to me.

Again I was teaching him. He could fuck my mouth with his tongue, bringing us both more joy.

He took his mouth from me, forcing himself down on me. I loved the feel of his hard, masculine body on mine, then he started to suck at my nipples, moving away again, intent on watching how it looked to find his cock in another man’s ass.

Suddenly, the skies opened up in a firework display of thunder and lightning.

“She’s here!” Kimo shouted. Oh, Pele,” he chanted in Hawaiian, screaming into the vast space of stars and sky, alive now with her own power play.

A strange, beautiful night glow filled the sky and I looked up to see millions of twinkling stars as my lover kept up a blistering pace inside me. I felt like Pele’s lover, Kamapua’a, had come back to mortal form, fucking me with his huge cock-tusk, letting her feel our eruptions, sharing the moment we sent each other out into the abyss.

“You’re spoiling me.” Kimo held me to him. “I want to fuck you…God, I’ve always wanted to fuck you in a limousine.”

“Darling, no. Not yet. You can fuck me on our way home. I would never deny you anything, but I’ve got something really special planned. If you wait, you’ll come really, really hard.”

“I always come hard for you.” When I didn’t budge, he frowned. “Am I allowed to kiss you?”

“You’d better!” I was thrilled when he gave me the most indecent kiss one man ever gave another man fully clothed.

We had to rearrange ourselves as we pulled up in front of the sleek black building at the edge of the road filled with luxury hotels and boutique shops.

Our driver opened the door. “I’ll be out here waiting for you.”

“Thank you,” I told him and Kimo and I climbed out of the car and the door to the club opened.

Ricky Sweet, one of the male hula dancers from our show opened the door and Kimo and I greeted him. Kimo was surprised to see Ricky, I was not. Ricky had helped me organize my surprise for Kimo and he wished us a Merry Christmas.

“Put these VIP wrist bands on. Have fun! Armand will show you the way.”

We walked into a dense, dark, sexy, exotic space.

Naked men danced in cages, naked and half naked men were walking around, they were dancing with other men and Kimo gaped at the threesomes and foursomes going on in rooms to our left and right.

His eyes were like orbs and I almost laughed, until a big burly guy with cropped gray hair came to greet us.

“Lopaka?”

“Yes.”  

“This way.” He gestured with his left hand. He took us into an elevator and we rose two floors and came out onto a series of doors.

“Number six. Merry Christmas!”

I told Kimo to open the door and we walked into a room with a round banquette in it and glass on three sides. We sat on the banquette and I started undressing Kimo who hadn’t quite finished getting my clothes off when suddenly, the windows were lit up and my husband’s jaw dropped.

Six incredibly huge, hung guys, two of them body builders from the gym where we sometimes trained, walked naked towards chairs and sat in them as six more naked men came and knelt before them.

In a superb display of synchronized cock-sucking, the six kneeling men started working on the big, beefy dudes and I threw myself on the floor, in a panic to get my husband’s pants off.

He was leaking pre-cum all over my face and fingers. He was torn between watching me and watching the show. I was anxious to get his fine meat in my mouth and Kimo moaned. “They can’t see us?” he asked.

“No baby.” I came off his cock for a moment. “Are you sorry about that?”

“Hell no. I don’t want any man coveting the best cock sucker in the business. Lopaka…this is so hot. I can hear the sounds they’re making. Those are some big muscle men getting some really intense action. Oh baby.” He held my head to his cock and he fucked my face, coming with two or three of the other guys in the room. “Six geese a laying,” my husband laughed. “I love it.”

He gasped when all the cock suckers stood up and bent over the chairs. Despite having just come, all the guys who’d just been sucked had huge erections, just looking for homes. “Oh, Lopaka.”

I got on the banquette, face down and my husband pulled down my pants, watching the way those big guys tore into the hot, heaving asses over those chairs and my husband rammed into me, fucking me as he watched and listened to the action on the other side of the glass.

The curtain dropped down again when the last guy had come and we lay, my husband imbedded in me and he kissed my back and shoulders.

“I want to go home and I want you on your back in that limousine. I want to fuck you with that driver going crazy knowing he can’t have you.”

“Okay,” I said.

Kimo took himself out of me, turned me over. “Tonight’s gonna be a hard act to follow, lover man.”

     I just smiled as he took me in his arms and kissed me, once again, as always, sending my spirit straight to the moon.

He rose from the high, glassy surf, negotiating the gigantic waves like some ancient Hawaiian sea god, his long black hair caught back in a ponytail. His naked body glistened in the morning sun, his powerful thigh muscles rippling with each stride towards the shore. His full attention however, was focused on a man cantering across the sand toward him on a magnificent, jet-black stallion.

 The rider, clad only in white pants that clung to his lithe frame, wore a fishhook made of bone around his neck.

Hurricane Flossie had passed the Hawaiian Islands, leaving only big, warm waves and this brilliant morning sun. These two men had taken advantage of the exhilarating surf conditions at Halona Cove, just as we had. Only my roommate, Aloha and I, were still standing by our parked car on the road above them, surfboards in hand, watching these two men in love on that perfect, desolate curve of white sandy beach.

 The naked man, well over six feet tall, was looking up, his face radiant as the rider gazed down at him, mesmerized by the awesome specimen reaching up to him.

"Johnny, tell me I'm not dreaming. Tell me he's real," Aloha whispered to me. "That is the sexiest man I have ever seen. And look at that cock. He's huge!"

The naked man swung easily over the top of the horse. There was no saddle, only a thick blanket between the two men and the horse. From where we stood, we could see the tattoos covering half of the naked man's body, down the entire right side as he exchanged a long, heated kiss with his lover.

Their passion transmitting itself to us. My breath caught as Aloha breathed, "Och, look at the way he's kissing him. That's so hot it makes me want to fuck." His British accent made it sound like fook.

 "You always want to fuck." I was laughing now. We glanced back at the beach. The horse and its riders had vanished.

"Did you see that?" Aloha was running up and down the cliff's edge, but the two men were indeed gone. "They just disappeared."

I was not so surprised. I knew both men well. Lopaka, the man in white, had been my lover once. The sea god was Kimo, his partner for life.

"You know, I've seen that guy with the tattoos before. He's a hula dancer. A famous one." Aloha sounded obsessed. "I think his name is Kimo Wilder."

"Yeah, I know."

Aloha turned to me. "I had no idea he's gay. Man, that was so hot."

"So let's go home and fuck." I took the words right out of his mouth.

"Not so fast." Aloha had a look of wildness in his eye. "They can't have disappeared. They have to be somewhere."

Watching my husband’s wonderful face when he talked was my singular obsession in life.

“What?” His voice was gentle, his smile knowing.

I shook my head and he caught my wrist in one of his big hands. “You want your husband to fuck you. Is that it?”

“Oh, Kimo…” I had no idea where our boundless need for one another came from. I had no idea whether right now it was psychological or physical or emotional. Our passionate, early morning romp on the sea grass matted flooring of our bedroom at the Kahuna Village seemed like a long time ago now. I needed him, I wanted him. He pulled me toward him, onto his lap, his scalding tongue roaming over my face and neck. He wanted me, too.

After a couple of minutes, with the sound of Jamie’s chanting and the merry chatter of forest birds drowning our soft moans, Kimo lifted me up and put me on the ground on my back. Pulling down my pants so that they dangled from one leg, his face reflected our mutual urgency and he knelt between my open legs, moving down to my cock and waiting ass. After giving me some long, lavish licks, his tongue stirred up so much heat in my ass that I drenched in sweat and panting heavily. It was as if I had a raging fever. He was hungry for the main course and my fingers shook at the buttons of his Levis, anxious to feed him. Neither of us cared any longer who caught us. We were two married men having consensual sex and my husband’s liberated cock sprang out, jutting straight for my ass.

“I need to be in you, Lopaka.”

His mouth sought out mine again and I tasted myself on his tongue, our souls…our bodies…rejoicing at this trial by fire. I almost screamed when he entered me. My legs spread to give him easier access to me. I was completely open to him and his gaze turned possessive and proud as he gave himself to me fully.

I reached up to take Kimo’s face into my hands and his eyes closed as he thrust himself into me. I felt him enter my thoughts and I knew his joy that only he could make me feel like this. He knew I was as hungry for his release, hungrier even than I was for my own.

“Come with me, darling, come with me, my Lopaka.” Kimo’s hand curled over my rigid cock and I held him tighter, and though he had never, ever taken his cock from me for any reason, I always held onto his ass in our final moments of coming for fear that he would.

“You always put me exactly where you need me.” His voice at my ear sent my orgasm spiraling, a shimmering that consumed us both as we came together. Our pounding hearts beat like the obake’s drums and Kimo laughed, licking up a trail of sweat at my neck.

“You are one hot fuck, my beautiful man wife.”

I laughed. “You’re not so bad yourself.”

I followed the sounds until they became increasingly louder. I halted mid step when I found them on the bed in another room. I gulped, taken aback at the sight of Kahanu on his belly, his stiff cock poking to the side, legs spread as Nohea fucked him like he was taking no prisoners. Kahanu’s ass rose to every single thrust, crying out as Nohea pulled out and plunged back in again in a savage display of sheer ownership.

“You think can bring that little bitch whore to our bed and get away with it?” Nohea asked. His hand was at Kahanu’s neck, holding on for support as he plunged back inside him again.

“I’m sorry, I’m sorry,” Kahanu whimpered, as he took increasingly harder strokes.

“Gimme that ass, bitch, give it to me…that’s it.” Nohea was relentless.

I must have gasped because they both turned to look at me. “Nohea…Are you angry he brought me here?” I asked, wrapping my arms around my now shivering, naked body.

“Katie…baby…it’s just love games, baby.”

Kahanu was wild-eyed. I couldn’t keep my gaze off his muscular ass rising to take the internal beating he was thoroughly enjoying.

 “You want to make it better for him?” Nohea grinned.

“Can I suck his cock?” I asked.

“No. His cock is mine right now. Just watch and tell him how beautiful he looks getting fucked.”

Kahanu’s gaze was on me. “Let her have her cock. It belongs to her, too.” His voice raspy.

“Not yet, bitch. I want her to see how hard you come when I’m fucking you in the ass. Look at his cock, Katie. Oh…man, I’m gonna come. Kahanu…” He pulled out, gushing fresh cream and putting his cock right back into Kahanu’s insatiable ass.

“You better come, bitch, or I’m sending her home.” Nohea slapped Kahanu’s ass. Something registered with Kahanu because Nohea was pulling him toward him by the belly, drilling him deeper and harder. He didn’t even put a hand on that raging cock and Kahanu, whose arms went up to encircle Nohea’s head in a passionate embrace, came, shooting hot, sweaty cream all over the sheets.

“That’s better, bitch.” Nohea pushed him down on the bed. Kahanu was breathing heavily, still joined by the ass to Nohea’s body.

“I expect Kimo has the same problem with Lopaka.” Nohea stroked Kahanu’s neck and back.

“What problem is that?” I asked, still trying to absorb what I’d just seen.

“He fucks his man like a bitch in heat all day long and he still can’t knock him up.”

Kimo took my breath away with his long gleaming hair held back with a strand of shiny koa wood beads. I felt the contained menace oozing from him as he circled me. I was wearing exactly what he’d demanded that I wear. He’d sent a driver with a suit, shoes, socks and the most amazing underwear I’d ever worn in my life. Lace briefs for men.

He put his hand to my crotch. “You’re not hard.” His fingers searched for the outline of my cock and my gaze fell on a chunk of lava rock at the foot of the lush green garden, bursting with birds of paradise, giddy, gaudy heleconia and jade. The foamy water worked at the rocks, the way Kimo Wilder was working at me. He grunted when his persistent strokes got me hard.

“Success at last,” he whispered and took his hand away, continuing his rhythmic circling of me.

I understood in that moment how animals in the wild felt when ravenous predators circled them searching for the weak spot, watching, waiting for that perfect moment to strike. Kimo leaned forward and with both hands pulled the silk jacket from my body. It fell in a soft puddle on the floor.

“You have a nice, tight ass.” His voice was at my ear as his right hand fondled my butt cheeks. “And you are absolutely straight?”

“Yes.” I was trembling now. I’d heard he packed a huge poker in his pants. What the heck was I getting myself into?

I did a swan dive across the bed to get my hands and mouth back on my husband’s body.

“Lovely, Lopaka, I’m not going anywhere.” He stroked my head in an absent-minded way, but I was already inside his shorts, lost in lust for that beautiful cock. Kimo tried to push himself away from me. “Honey…Lopaka…we have so much to do.” This was a first for him, denying me his cock, but then my tongue was on his perineum and he gasped. I eased him down to the bed, licking, sucking and gulping relentlessly at the space between his balls and ass. I got his shorts all the way off, felt him melting, his fingers threading through my long hair.

“Want me to stop?”

He hissed. “God no…” and I went back to work, aware of his rigid cock stroking the side of my face. How hard it was to ignore it and focus on his most private place. He thrashed about on the bed, his splendid, sinewy legs trying to pull me closer.

“Ooh…oh…” he murmured as I gave a few light licks to his balls. His poor cock kept jutting me in the face…wondering why it was being ignored, but I wanted total relaxation, total…acquiescence…before I gave it any respite.

“Baby…Lopaka…forgive me,” Kimo rasped. “I never meant to say no to you. I love you, Lopaka. Please, please, put your mouth on me.”

“Not yet.”

He ground out an infuriated, exasperated sigh, but I was moving in a slow, methodical way from his ass to his balls, my tongue flat against his skin and I heard his guttural moan. Glancing at his face, I saw him relishing the way I needed him, how my need to bring him unremitting pleasure was transmitting itself to him.

I took my tongue off him and his eyes widened in surprise.

“What…what are you doing?”

“Apologize for trying to stop me.”

“Yes! Yes! I apologize!”

“You don’t sound very sincere.” Scooting upward, I hovered over his face. “Open your mouth.”

He just looked at me.

“Open it.”

He slowly opened it and my tongue entered this prized cavern, seeking his, the other place where I’d learned I could bring him to a complete frenzy. I licked his tongue and felt the rush of fire, but I didn’t stop. He held his mouth open, his tongue hanging out. He couldn’t have stopped me bringing us both exquisite tortures if he wanted to.

Kimo had a tattoo of King Kamehameha on his tongue. Almost nobody knew about it, but it was another secret source of his power, therefore another hidden hot spot.

I gave that king a pretty good show of…loyalty, until I knew Kimo simply couldn’t take it anymore. He snatched my whole head in his hands screaming, “Take your cock, take it!” I lowered my mouth over his aching erection and I felt its heat, its contained power. I came away again, licking the head of his cock, the lovely vein between the head and the shaft and he flopped about, moving up, wanting more…I swallowed his cock in one smooth gulp, his eruption sending his ass into my waiting hands.

In my linen closet, I fumbled for a bag of goodies I’d snagged at a friend’s bridal shower. A woman had come to the party and taught us all state of the art blowjob techniques. I’d bought just about everything, held onto it for two years and now I was about to give my purchases a test run. Finally.

So many delicious toys, which one to try out on him first? Well, I’d said Pig in Paradise, might as well do it. I took out the tube canister and shoved everything else back in the closet.

“What’s going on? What took you so long?” He was pouting like a sexy magazine model. “What’s that?”

I opened the canister and out tumbled the rope of pearls. I took one end in my left hand, the other in my right.

“Think you’re ready for it?” I snapped the strand tight.

He nodded, staring at the pearls, too excited to speak.

I got between his legs and started licking his cock head. I made eye contact with him as I took the whole head in my mouth and he moaned.

“Go deeper, baby…please.”

I ignored him, taking my time, making sure he was good and wet before I gave him that distinct pleasure. I licked to the base of his cock, then let my mouth follow, keeping it tight around his cock. When I took him down my throat, he started going crazy on the bed. I took the pearls and slipped them around his cock and balls and wound them around once, twice, three times, as my mouth came back up his pole.

“Oh…Manalo…that feels…incredible.”

I used the pearls to move up his cock as my mouth met it in the middle. I let the pearls go around the base, then back around his cock and balls, and then I gave his balls some attention. By the time I’d wrapped the pearls around the base and balls for the fourth time, then tightened my grip, my mouth was sucking like a whirling dervish and his ass shot in the air. He came so hard, he startled me.

“Oh God, Oh God!” Holding my head tight, he battered my throat until I thought he would never stop coming. I kept my grip on the pearls the way I’d been taught, knowing he would still be coming long after he’d stopped gushing. His cock throbbed crazily in my mouth and he fell back on the bed.

“Baby…I’m still coming.” He thrashed on the bed and I marveled at how long his orgasm lasted. I finally took pity on him when he flopped back, a tear escaping the corner of his eye.

I released the bonds on his cock and balls and tongued and kissed everything. He was still rigid when my tongue tip met his cock head.

“You belong to this cock, Manalo,” he whispered.

Johnny and I had split because he was a chronic cheat. Now I felt even more cheated knowing he’d been doing things like circle jerks while I was out making a living. Our entire relationship was a lie. I wanted to go home. I was so grateful to share my

life with such an honorable man like Kimo and I wanted to be alone with him and our babies.

He put down his glass and took me in his arms. The kiss he gave me dampened my armpits and the hair at my scalp. And it didn’t stop. I was aware of a few guys in the room watching us and I was aware of the hot man-on-man action on the TV screen. The sounds of two guys fucking distracted me for just a second. I lifted my face from Kimo’s to see the top guy taking his enormous cock out of the bottom and plunging it straight back in. Over and over again, he withdrew completely, the bottom shrieking for that dick in his ass and the top would stick it back in.

The bottom was having a whale of a time and I turned my attention to Kimo’s tight jeans. He was hard and I popped open his buttons. I’d begged him to wear briefs

and now I was frustrated to have them separating me from his cock. Kimo stroked my head and I moaned when I saw his massive tool sticking out of the side of those briefs. I licked it through the fabric, moved to the head, which was very hot, and swiped my

tongue along the slit. Kimo raised himself so I could slide his jeans down and I snatched the briefs down his thighs. His proud erection sprang out at me, pointing right at my mouth.

"Look at that," the guy next to Kimo gasped. "Is it…is it real?"

I looked up, dazed from my cock feast. "Yeah, isn’t he amazing?"

"That must be…what, eleven, twelve inches?" The guy was scrutinizing it. "Can I touch it?"

"No," I frowned. "It’s mine. It’s even got my name on it. Look!"

I gasped when the action shifted to daylight in an alleyway, its walls covered in graffiti. There was that punk, Pistone, looking surprised as he found himself hauled against a wall by a couple of cops.

To listen to it, they were legitimate enough until one of them grabbed his ass and fondled it.

"This is fucking crazy," Pistone said. "What's going on?"

"I'll be asking the questions," one of the cops said. "We're taking you in."

The scene shifted to the inside of what I realized was the warehouse.

"You're in the wrong place," one of the cops said and pushed him to his knees.

They dragged off his top and raised his arms to a wire-mesh fence propped against some filing cabinets.

"Don't ask any questions. Just keep your hands where they are. We're gonna take care of you," the second cop said.

Pistone's head moved from side to side as they rubbed their dicks, brushing their crotches against his face.

He kept asking questions and they fired silly questions back at him.

"Why?" he kept moaning.

"You're in our world," they said. "You're gonna have a nice little story to tell all your friends."

They unzipped their pants, releasing their cocks, which, by the way, were huge.

"You ever sucked a dick before?" the first one asked as Pistone turned his face away.

"You're not answering his question," the second one said. "Come on, kiss it."

Pistone tightened his lips and the second cop raised his nightstick in a threatening way.

The dick in his face got past Pistone's lips.

"This better be good," the first cop said, shoving his cock down Pistone's throat. Suck on it like your life depends on it."

Pistone didn't resist long.

The cop laughed. "You've done this before. Good thing we picked you up today."

Pistone slobbered and suckled on that cock as the officer rubbed his head. Pistone pulled back, taking his mouth away to feast on the cop's balls.

"Spit on my dick," the cop said and Pistone complied, sucking the cock for all he was worth.

"Starting to like it, aren't you?" the second one said. "Come on man, fuck his face."

He obviously didn't want to be left out and muscled in on the action, feeding Pistone his flaccid tool. It didn't stay soft for long. Pistone nursed on that thing, relinquishing his grip on it to move to the second cop's balls as the cop stroked his cock, getting into it himself now.

The cops uncuffed him and he remained kneeling on the floor, taking turns sucking them off as the cops whipped off their clothes.

Pistone was a cock whore from way back and he seemed intoxicated with his own efforts. The first cop dragged him to his feet and pulled down Pistone's pants. He pushed him facedown over an old desk, gave his ass some perfunctory licks, quickly slipped on a rubber and stuck his cock into Pistone's waiting ass.

Moaning, Pistone turned his face, his hungry mouth anxious for more dick. The second cop let him have it.

"How much you like fuckin' his ass?" he asked the first cop as Pistone jerked on his own meaty tool.

"Fuck me," Pistone screamed around the cock gagging him. The two cops gave both his holes a solid workout. It was all too much for the first cop who took his cock away from Pistone.

"Motherfucker!" he roared as Pistone sucked his balls. The cop exploded all over Pistone's throat and face. It must have been one hell of a mind-blowing orgasm. 

“I’d like to get down to some serious lovemaking, but so far you’re not exactly going along with the program. You don’t want much in a man, do you? Just total perfection. You prayed for me, Tony. Why can’t you accept the unseen, the invisible is as powerful as that which is visible?”

Was this a trick question? Had I somebody smoked some wacky tobaccy and not even known it? I didn’t even know how to respond to this guy, but he was brushing at some imaginary thing on his powerful, muscular, naked thigh and I jerked my mind back to the issue at hand.

Just how did this guy get in my shower?

“You spoke to the ancients. They do…occasionally listen, you know.” He smiled, enjoying some private joke. Were there hidden cameras in this joint? Were the cast and crew of Lava Mama having a whole heap of fun at my expense?

 As I scanned the walls and ceiling for hardware, he sighed.

“You have three choices, Tony. Get on the internet and find nothing. Go next door and keep getting insulted for being chubby, or get royally fucked right now. By me. I’m very good at it. You…made me that way.”

I felt faint. “I…made you that way?”

He looked at me blankly. “Didn’t you pray for me on Haleakala?”

I gaped at him, a lump forming in my throat. In my whole life, I’d never had a single prayer answered. Was this real? Or was there some cruel prank at play here?

“Pranks are for kids.” The naked man’s fingers were at the waistband of my jeans. “And I’m not a kid.” There was sexual fire and something else between us…I was too confused to say exactly what. “I really want you. Tony, I…” Our eyes connected as his skin met mine. I hadn’t had another man touch me in so long I was ready to leap out of my own body.

We attacked each other’s mouths. The stranger’s kisses were long, deep and very intense. We held onto each other, our cocks hardening and then his fingers were unbuttoning my pants. He got to his knees, and I held my stomach in, hoping my not-so-washboard tummy wouldn’t put him off in any way. I was so self conscious, but the delicious hottie in my kitchen was intent on my cock. At first he just felt it, touching it, as if with astonishment, dropping kisses here and there. I looked down, helpless with a mixture of lust and surprise. He kept stroking it, telling me how beautiful it was and I felt nothing but a fresh surge of desire seeing a beautiful guy drooling over my cock.

“I can’t wait anymore,” he muttered. “I have to taste you.” He took the head of my cock into his mouth and I let out a scream.

“Yeeeeessss!”

He took his mouth off me again.

“Noooooo!”

He picked me up and carried me, taking me to the living room, depositing me on the floor in front of the fireplace. He took his time taking everything off me and I couldn’t keep my eyes off that rigid cock, those hands or that mouth. He kissed me everywhere, letting his fingers run over my body, and I found myself thinking, thank God I use body lotion. It was like a religion with me.

His fingers teased my nipples, my balls, my cock, my toes, my lips, my cock…on and on, back and forth. I jokingly thought to myself, he missed a spot over my left elbow, and suddenly his mouth was there. He lowered himself onto my body and we felt each other naked for the first time.

I gave him my best, sad-dog look. "But, baby, it's Christmas and how much trouble can it get into soaking in milk and cognac? Can't we have a little fun first?"

"Oh, we're going to have fun. We gotta peel the potatoes, pick up the lobsters…what are you doing?"

He laughed as I pushed him back against the bed, got between his lovely legs and lay on top of him, covering his face with kisses. Kiki jumped off the bed. I could hear her tearing into something and hoped it wasn't important. Pono returned my heartfelt kisses as I reached his mouth. I told him I loved him over and over again and felt him becoming aroused. I loved how hard he got just from kisses and of course, I was excited, too. I let my cock roam around his hard, muscular thighs, heard the breath catch in his throat. I let it run across his belly and his body started to writhe underneath me. Our cocks strained for each other and I held them together, stroking them off in my hand as I reached out and kissed him again.

"Oh God, baby, fuck me," he urged.

I had other ideas. As soon as our leaking cocks got all slicked up, I begged Pono to fuck me. I saw the flicker of surprise in his black eyes, felt the hard leap of his cock as I climbed up and straddled him. He reached under me to stick his massive shaft into me. We both cried out as I moved up and down, his hand wrapped around my cock as I concentrated on not letting his come out of me. I loved the feeling of him inside me. I'd never been much into being fucked until I was with Pono. Now I craved him, constantly. He had a big smile on his handsome face and as I rode his body, I felt his heart already pounding. I loved how eager he was for me. He pounded into me and I rode him slowly and felt him all the way in me. I felt his cock tensing with the need for release. I twitched inside me. It excited me, feeling his pleasure. It only increased my desire to give him more. I was really bouncing now.

"I want you to come inside me, baby. I want that hot white come in me," I shouted and we exploded together. In my head, the whale gave its call and I realized it was part of my soul, it was a mating call.

Pono licked my come from his fingers, feeding me some.

"You taste of pineapples," he said. 

“Bruny,” I said. “I’m still getting used to the name. It’s an unusual one.”

“It’s named for the French explorer Bruni D’entrecastaux.”

“I love when you talk dirty to me.”

Jean-Luc shook his head. “You are so bad. Bruny has an amazing history. They have albino wallabies and fur seals…Kaia would love them.”

“I would love to hear all about it, but there’s a car coming for me any minute and I don’t know about you but I would love a quickie.”

Jean-Luc stopped mid-sentence. He looked down as I unbuttoned his Levis and reached in for his cock among the tight band of his white boxer briefs. I told him all the time to go commando, but the man just wouldn’t listen.

I kissed him, the heat rising between us instantly. I loved his cock and knelt to take it in my mouth. I sucked on him and he grew hard against my tongue. The silken feel of his skin gave way to smooth rigidity and as usual, it turned me on. I released him, dragging down his pants. My mouth went straight to his ankh tattoo, and he sighed.

“That was never an erogenous zone until I met you.”

I stood, turning him around. All I could think about was being in his beautiful, tight ass.

“Oh, no you don’t bitch.”

I loved when he got nasty.

“Your ass is mine and I plan to fill it up. I need to remind you what’s what.”

He undid my pants, turned me around so that I was facing the bathroom vanity. He rarely fucked me, because I wasn’t into being fucked so much…until I met Jean-Luc. Lately I’d enjoyed it. And he knew it, too.

I saw him disappear from the mirror, heard him close and lock the bathroom door and he yanked my pants down some more. He knelt behind me. his tongue dipping into my ass. Man, I loved what he did to me. He got me good and ready, but still, he fumbled in the drawer and retrieved a square of lube, opening it with his teeth.

“Fuck me,” I whispered, still amazed that I wanted it so much.

He straightened, smeared me with the cold gel and then he goddam let me have it. In the position I was in it felt like hell for a few seconds. He titled my hips and seemed to know exactly how to angle me so I’d be begging for his cock, begging for him to come inside me. He reached around, jerking on me and we came together.

A car started honking but he didn’t stop. I felt the twitch of his cock inside me.

“Yeah, well, you can assume anything you want. I’m fucking you right now and I have a little surprise.”

His eyes blazed. “A surprise?”

“Yes, baby.”

My surprise had involved some secrecy and planning and I was still shocked I’d managed to keep it hidden from Kimo. I kept my mind blank as I ripped off his lava-lava and stared down at his black boxer briefs. I swallowed hard. The sight of that beautiful, huge, thick cock always turned me on. I bent down and put kisses all over the covered shaft and Kimo groaned.

“I had something made in Los Angeles,” I told him as I carefully pulled down his briefs and lapped at his leaking cock head. His skin was soft and warm and there was not an ounce of fat on his muscular frame.

“What’s that?” he gasped.

“A special cock ring that had to be made to order. I am thinking after you experience its pleasures, we need to get one made for you.”

“Shit,” he said when I bent down and captured his left nipple in my mouth. I kissed and taunted his cock with my tongue, nothing too serious, grazing his balls and ass with my fingers and the back of my hand

“Guess what, Mr. Supremacy? Your husband is about to give you an ass fucking you will never fucking forget.”

“Oh, fuck.”

I realized he was very turned-on and he wanted my tongue on his ass. He opened his legs nice and wide and begged me to lick him.

“Lopaka, I love your tongue inside.”

Of course, I did. This had been my plan all along.

“I love that we are still like this,” I said, lifting my head. “It’s always hot between us. Hot and beautifully dirty.”

His body felt like it was on fire and I went back to really giving his ass the workout it deserved.

It was time for his treat. I leaned into the bedside drawer and withdrew a long box, removing my specially made cock ring. It was gold and silver and it was fashioned into a cobra. The head came halfway down to the tip of my cock and the ring fit oh so snugly around my balls and cock.

Kimo gasped when he saw it. “My God!”

“Stroke the cobra's head,” I told him.

His eager fingers reached forward and touched it.

“It’s very smooth. It’s a work of real art, Mypaka.”

“Yes, it is.”

“The head looks like a tongue.”

I smiled as my cock moved to his ass, the cobra slithered around and retracted. I entered Kimo slowly and that tongue-like head massaged his perineum. I will never in my life forget the look on his face as he felt it on him.

“Oh, fuck!” he roared.

I fucked him and the cobra seemed to magically know all the right places to stroke him, to turn him on even more as my cock fought its way inside his sweet ass.

I couldn’t believe how good this felt. Kimo’s legs were beating at my back. I could tell he felt the impact of all these things being done to him. His very hard cock leaked fluid like crazy. The cobra swiveled again and the tongue-head moved to his ass hole, fighting me for access. What a greedy cobra. 

During one fateful night of death and loss, twenty years ago, Mitchell lost almost everything he held dear. Not only were his parents murdered, but his younger brothers were kidnapped and thought lost forever. Since then, Mitchell has not only had to lead the felines in rebuilding their society, but he's had to protect them from future attacks. This leaves little time for his own wants and needs.

Being the second born, wolf shifter Dean, has always lived to serve others. He's never disobeyed orders, even when one of them dictated that he had to give up a man he loved. Broken and alone, Dean vowed never to open his heart to another. Then both of their lives are turned upside down when it's discovered that a rogue wolf from Dean's pack is holding one of Mitchell's lost brothers captive.
Jean-Luc had taught me so much about making love to a man. Sometimes, yes, we fucked like bunnies, sometimes, like now, he wanted it to be a spiritual experience. I could always tell when he was in that mood. His eyes grew smoky and there was a stillness in him I never found in another human being. I just adored every ounce of his high places. He was so Buddha-like it was amazing.

"Take your clothes off, baby." He shut our bedroom door on the world and he walked into the bathroom. I heard the bath taps running. Christ. I knew what was in store for me. Was it possible to die from sensual overload?

I smelled good things. Fig, mint…something else. A dash of chocolate oil. My man was a connoisseur of good eats in the kitchen and in the bedroom. He'd bought kama sutra oils from Europe that stimulated sexual energy. The great thing about them was they entered your pores in the bath in a more subtle way than massaging them into the skin. They came out as your body heat increased during sex and were completely edible. So I got to fuck my man and eat him, too.

He took off his clothes and I admired his naked beauty. We worked off our healthy appetites with a lot of sex and working out. Sex was my preferred method, for sure. His lovely cock started to harden against his thigh and he reached out a hand to me. He allowed me to tongue the ankh tattoo at his hipbone. He pulled away from me as my tongue tried moving to his luscious cock.

Not so fast, mister. I could read his thoughts as clearly as if they were my own. He agitated the oil in the water with his hands, holding them out to me.

I felt better the second I slipped into the satiny liquid.

My gaze feasted on his cock, which was hard now. Damn! Mine was, too. I wanted him for God's sake. I wanted to be in him, guiding his own cock in my hand to glorious ecstasy.

He sat in the water, his cock bobbing to the surface. So did mine, but he ignored it. He focused instead on pouring the warm bath water over my shoulders and back, down my front, lingering across my heart. His hand paused and my heartbeat slowed. "I love your heart," he said, moving his hand away and scooping water over me again.

I loved this ritual. It was my turn next. I'd never focused before on how nice it felt to be bathed by someone, to feel the gentle force of water droplets against my skin. Just as he'd once taught me to take my time exploring the small island on which we'd met, he'd since taught me to savor the final moment of orgasmic bliss. Sometimes the pleasure was so strong, I thought I would die from it. I knew it would be one heck of a way to go, but what I wanted more than anything was to keep this life-force, to keep him with me, for as long as humanly possible.

His hands moved to the underside of my balls. I felt the gentle tug as he stroked all the secret, soft places. He stroked once, twice at my ass hole and I thought I might come right there and then, but then his hands moved down my legs and under my feet. He stopped when my feet rested in his palms.

It was now my turn. I used to try and race through these rituals of Jean-Luc's, until he showed me the astonishing, sacred fulfillment we could both achieve by focusing on being in the moment.

I loved the feel of his skin, the muscles underneath. I wanted a million years, a thousand children with him. When I reached his feet and our gazes met, I don't think our cocks had ever been harder. 

Tem moved over to check out the latest gay porn DVDs whilst Kaipo unashamedly checked out my man.

"Anyone using the glory hole right now?" I asked Kaipo.

"Hmm?"

 "You want to suck his cock?"

Kaipo stared at me.

"Turn off the security cameras. I don't want this recorded. I'll get him in the booth and you put your lips to the hole and you can blow my baby."

He opened and closed his mouth and I almost changed my mind.

"There are three of us here," he said, the cheeky bastard. "We'd all love to blow him."

"Okay." I shrugged. After all it was Tem's birthday. It was also our big Halloween night and I was giving him a few tricks with his treats.

I walked over to Tem and put my hand on his crotch. He bulged pretty hard in his tight leather pants and for a second, I wondered if I could go through with it, but then I became turned on at the thought of three guys, two of them total strangers, blowing my hot, hung husband.

Tem grinned and showed me the DVD in his hand. "Want to buy this one, Div?"

"I want you put that down and come with me."

His gaze moved down to his cock. My fingers were massaging the beautiful head through the buttery-soft leather of his hand-stitched pants. I loved knowing that underneath, he was waxed hair-free, by me, and that his balls and cock were enclosed in a tight gold cock ring.

Tem's gaze turned lusty. "You are being such a bad boy, Divine Thunder."

"Not as bad as you're going to be, you beautiful slut." I took his hand and as we passed through the door that led to the stall containing the glory hole, I was aware of Kaipo running to the other side of it.

I kissed Tem as I closed the door and took down his pants. The room was dark, for all those dirty deeds, you know. He was commando, the way I liked, his huge cock hard and looking for a good time. I kissed him and pointed to the glory hole. As we looked over a mouth appeared in the carved out round hole.

Tem gasped.

"There are three men on the other side ready to blow you. Have fun, baby."

His feverish eyes registered shock as well as desire. I'm a vampire, I see best in the dark and I saw his excitement as well a tremor of apprehension.

"I can't do that, Div. We have a covenant between us."

"But I'm allowing you to do this. Our covenant remains unbroken. None of them can fuck you. Your ass is mine. But Kaipo there is screaming for your cock. Tem, I am right here and I love you." 

Kaipo's anxious tongue kept up a lapping motion through the hole as we discussed this.

 "Are you sure?"

"One time only deal, baby. Snooze, you lose."

"I fucking love you, Div." Tem shuffled over there as fast as his leather pants pooled at his knees would allow.

 Soft, gurgling moans came from Kaipo's throat as he took my baby's massive wang into his mouth. They've all seen his movies, they've salivated over his enormous tool, but none of them quite believe how big it really is. In his porn star days he was a hot and heavy bottom, highly sought-after because of that big dick.

Kaipo gagged for a moment and I watched Tem ease back to give his guy a chance to get used to his size. Tem braced his hands against the wall of the cubicle and I watched him find a hot new groove with the mouth that sucked him so well. Tem's head went back as his cock disappeared between the guy's hungry lips. He was giving him a decent workout now and I watched my husband's body slam against the glory hole, the cock ring glinting in the dark.