Camilo’s ears were ringing from the blood that had rushed to his head as he sucked away at the other guy’s sweet, juicy cock; nevertheless, he heard and understood Duane’s hoarse, breathless cries and pleas. But he couldn’t resist turning the screw just a bit tighter, knowing that yet another slight delay could only increase Duane’s pleasure when he finally did let him come in his mouth.
So Camilo kept on blowing him as he had been for nearly a full minute of sheer torture for Duane, of raw excitement for Camilo--and then, unexpectedly, Camilo stopped sucking altogether, although he kept Duane’s meat in his mouth, clamping his lips down hard around the base of the bulky cylinder that throbbed so violently against them he was afraid it might burst—literally.
Duane struggled and whimpered and cursed, and made frantic humping movements with his powerful hips and thighs, fucking Camilo’s mouth in a desperate effort to get the friction going again.
Camilo nearly choked on his whang as an involuntary laugh welled up in his throat. Then he attacked that tormented meat again, without warning, without mercy, taking a deep, quick breath through his nostrils—before he let every inch of Duane’s dick slide down into his mouth and his throat.
The blond stud heaved his body violently up from the floor, letting out a blood-curdling howl as a truly viselike pressure gripped his cock. Camilo dug his fingers into Duane’s hips and buttocks and held on to them for dear life, while he deep-throated the cop with all the expertise at his command.
“Aw, shit!” Duane cried. “I’m so close. So fucking close! I can feel my goddamn pre-cum, oozing out the tip of my dick. Bet you can taste it, can’t you, you cocksucker? But I don’t want to come so soon. Not yet. Not yet, damn it!”
With a supreme effort of will power, he backed away from Camilo, withdrawing his wet, glistening completely from the other man’s mouth. Threads of saliva dripped from Duane’s cock and fell to the floor.
“Now you,” Duane gasped, beckoning to Jacob. “I want to see you suck him, man! Shove his fucking cock down your throat.”
Gasping for breath, in a veritable erotic frenzy, Jacob got onto the bed. He rolled over onto his back.
“Come on, Camilo,” he begged. “Straddle my chest and fuck my face.”
Camilo quickly got into the position the younger farmhand wanted.
Straddling Jacob’s chest, Camilo forced his man-sized piston between the boy’s lips. Jacob opened his mouth wide to receive the cock, excited almost to the point of coming by its musky scent and salty taste.
Reaching behind himself, Camilo caught hold of Jacob’s own jerking fuck tool, proceeding to fuck the horny farmhand’s mouth and masturbate him at the same time.
It wasn’t long before Jacob was sucking on the juicy meat in his mouth as hard as he could, his carnal lusts aroused to fever pitch by the unexpectedly rough treatment he was receiving from Camilo, who seemed to be in an unusually aggressive, demanding mood tonight.
Not that Jacob was complaining. If Camilo chose to vent his lust by using Jacob’s body callously to satisfy himself in front of Duane, who was observing the entire episode with lewd approval, then Jacob was all for it—as long as the three of them did fuck and suck together, like a trio of rutting, depraved animals.
Pumping his hips frantically up and down on the mattress in response to the steady masturbation, Jacob played with Camilo’s balls, feeling his own hot sperm rising from inside him.
But Camilo was aware that the horny young stud underneath him was about to shoot his load, and so he stopped jerking Jacob off just in time to avoid an explosion. He then pulled his penis out of Jacob’s slavering mouth.
Jacob lay gasping on the bed, almost crying with disappointment. He had been on the brink of an orgasm. It seemed excessively sadistic of Camilo to have denied him the satisfaction that both their bodies so obviously craved.
He soon found out, however, that the other man had something else in mind for them. Camilo’s strong arms had encircled his body, and Jacob was being turned over onto his face.
He knew what the horny man was going to do, and he shivered in delicious anticipation of being fucked again when he felt the slippery lubricant being pushed into his tight asshole. Camilo was inserting two fingers up into his asshole, thoroughly massaging and lubricating the whole area, and Jacob wriggled his buttocks, enjoying the sensation of having those two blunt fingers stuck up his hot ass.
Then the fingers were pulled out and the other guy got astride him again. Jacob could feel Camilo’s large probe jabbing between his buttocks, and he couldn’t help letting out a choked cry of agony when the pulsating, thick knob of Camilo’s dick quickly penetrated his sore anus.
He gasped with relief when Camilo, hearing his cry of pain, didn’t start humping immediately, but waited patiently for Jacob to adjust to the bulky male organ being rammed into him, for Jacob’s asshole to relax around his dick, before starting the actual fucking.
It didn’t take long. Before too many minutes had passed, Jacob not only felt comfortable with Camilo’s sex tool shoved up his ass, he realized that he liked it. He wanted it. He wanted more, much more, of it. He wanted to get fucked by it!
“Fuck me now, man,” he moaned. “I’m ready!” Once more, the greasy, throbbing sex tool was forced deep into his backside. Jacob groaned, although this time the pain wasn’t nearly so devastating; with infinite care, Camilo sank his cockshaft up into the boy’s ass inch by inch, until he had reached the hilt and his balls were resting between Jacob’s parted legs.
Jacob began to relax and enjoy it once he got used to the pressure of the big cock jammed up his bunghole. His own cock, which had lost part of its erection when pain from Camilo’s initial insertion had wracked his body, began to stiffen again.
Gingerly, Jacob pushed his bottom up slightly, and he felt a familiar thrill of excitement rush through him as Camilo’s prick throbbed and swelled inside his anal passage.
Carefully, Camilo started to fuck him, gently easing his dick in and out of Jacob’s slippery rear channel; penetrating him to the fullest possible extent with each hard thrust.
It wasn’t long before he had Jacob howling with lust under him, begging to get fucked harder and faster and deeper, squirming and writhing on the bed, gasping like a landed fish. At each thrust of Camilo’s erection into his warm, tight asshole, Jacob’s own cock stiffened and dripped with excitement.
Camilo began to get rougher, slamming himself down hard on Jacob’s backside, fucking his cock brutally into the snug crevice between the boy’s ass cheeks, working himself up into a frenzy as the clinging sheath of flesh around his fuck tool forced it to swell up to its full size.
Groaning, gasping, almost hysterical with passion, Jacob started to beat the mattress rhythmically with his fists as his hot sperm started to shoot out of his prick, squirting in a long white jet over the bed under him.
With a hoarse cry, Camilo forced his vibrating ramrod as far as he could get it up into Jacob’s ass, pressing him down flat onto the bed. As Camilo’s dick began to unleash a stream of fuck fluid up into his butt, Jacob could feel the semen-drenched bed sheets rubbing wetly against his stomach and chest.
Then he felt Camilo’s teeth close on the flesh at the back of his neck, biting into his flesh in orgasmic abandon, like a cat killing a mouse, and Camilo’s big cock swelled once more inside his guts while it prepared to spit out yet another wad of thick, creamy sperm.
Slowly, the two men disentangled themselves. Camilo sat up, his body dripping with sweat, his still half-erect cock still dribbling creamy jism, and leered at Duane, who returned his grin.
Then, bending down over the bed, Duane pushed Camilo’s head back, and with a sigh he sought the Mexican stud’s full, sensual lips.
Camilo didn’t try to discourage him, but lay there on the bed passively as Duane stretched himself on top of him. He could feel Duane’s cock pressing down hard onto his stomach, throbbing, urgent, potent; not surprisingly, Duane had extremely gotten turned on by w
atching them fuck.
Camilo’s own cock began to stiffen again, despite the violent screwing he’d just given Jacob, and slowly he slid his thighs wide apart, at the same time opening his mouth to suck in Duane’s eager, darting tongue.
Reaching down, he caressed the cop’s muscular torso before grasping hold of the thick, pulsating fuckpole jutting out from Duane’s groin, claiming it in his sweaty palms and stroking it.
Duane began to moan in ecstasy while Camilo manipulated his cock knob, squeezing and rubbing it expertly in his warm, strong hands.
Duane was exploring Camilo’s lips, his body, his cock, and indeed everything about him, familiarizing himself with the other man’s body and its responses.
Welcoming a brief respite from the intense sexual activity, Jacob settled back on the mattress to watch the two other men make love. Camilo opened his legs up under Duane’s body and, grasping hold of the rigid pole in his hands once more, he positioned it against the rim of his asshole.
“You want to get fucked?” Duane asked Camilo.
“Hell, yes!”
“Get a rubber on that eight-inch motherfucker of mine, and I’ll shove it right up your ass,” the cop promised.
“Here you go, guys,” Jacob said, grabbing the box of condoms and holding it out to Duane, who selected one and put it on his dick. “And here’s the lube,” he added.
“Slick yourself up good,” Camilo pleaded, during these preparations. “Otherwise that thing of yours could tear me wide open!”
“Don’t worry, fucker,” Duane assured him. “I’ve fucked plenty of guys. And they’ve all lived to tell the tale—and to come running back for more!”
Camilo’s eyes never left Duane’s as the big blond man slowly sank his dick up into Camilo’s asshole. His expression was intensely sexual, lust mixed with affection, as the large cock plunged into his always ready-to-be-fucked asshole.
“Damn! Oh, damn!” Camilo howled. “You’re going in there deep! Oh, that’s some big dick you’re slamming in there, cop!”
“Take it,” Duane grunted. “Take it—and love it, bitch! You know you want it. You know you like it!”
“I like it,” Camilo sputtered. “Oh, man, it’s killing me, it’s so fucking big and hard! But I do like it. I love it! Fuck me! Fuck me, cop! Fuck my ass!”
“Yeah!” Duane gloated. “Hot, tight stud ass!”
Then, with Jacob watching and mesmerized by the other two men’s every move, Duane began to screw Camilo, slowly and steadily at first, but gradually speeding up his thrusts, alternately long and short, in quick succession. Camilo lifted his legs in the air and wrapped them tightly around Duane’s waist as the deep fucking he was getting became more frenzied with each fresh stroke the cop made into him.
“Hell!” Duane shouted. “This stud boyfriend of yours really knows how to take it, Jacob!”
“Fuck him!” Jacob said.
“Yeah, fuck me!” Camilo begged, echoing the other farmhand. “Make me feel every inch of you in me. Hammer that ass!”
Soon, Duane was slamming his meat deep into Camilo’s ass with hard, jolting, rhythmic strokes, each shuddering thrust ramming into Camilo’s spasming asshole with enough force to rock his body from head to foot.
All the time, Camilo’s eyes never left Duane’s, watching the other man’s facial expression change first from passion to excitement, and then from excitement to an uncontrollable carnal lust.
“Motherfucker,” Duane moaned. “Hot-assed, dirty motherfucker! I can’t hold it back. You’re doing to me, you horny bastard. You’re sucking the cum right out of me. You’re going to make me come!”
“Pop it, fucker,” Camilo urged him. “Blow your fucking wad!”
Duane was nearing his climax; his body felt as though it was on fire—a fire that could only be extinguished by spraying the hot juices of his manhood deep into the squirming body beneath him.
It was Camilo, though, who started to release his sperm first; although it was only a short while before that he had had an orgasm, the eager efficiency of Duane’s cock plowing into him, plus his own intense excitement, aroused him quickly to the point of no return again. His arms went around Duane’s shoulders, and with a loud moan he spurted a stream of cum up between their bodies. He was ejaculating, spontaneously, without even touching his unloading cock.
As Camilo’s head fell to one side, with the exquisite agony of his climax written on his handsome features, Duane felt the Mexican’s sperm splashing up onto his torso, some of it reaching as high as his chest and soiling his bulging pectoral muscles, only to lose velocity and drip down sluggishly in the deep sweaty groove between his pecs.
And then, breathlessly, Duane was coming himself, his cock sinking deeply into Camilo’s well-fucked asshole and spurting out its fluid, filling the tip of the rubber jammed deep inside Camilo’s guts with the frothy tide of his jism.
His voice, when it came, was taut with passion: “Oh, Camilo!” he moaned. “Oh, man! Take it, buddy, I’m coming! I’m coming in you, I’m shooting my whole fucking load into your hot ass! Take it! Take me! Take that fucking cum of mine up your hot ass!”
“Yeah, take it, man,” Jacob coached Camilo from the sidelines. “Suck his dick dry with that hot, tight asshole of yours!”
And then the two men were done fucking, their sweating, jism-dripping bodies lying still in the quiet room. After a few minutes, their breathing became calmer; and, with great tenderness, Duane’s lips sought Camilo’s mouth again in a long, hungering kiss.
Duane tried to say so much with that kiss—that he loved Camilo, that Camilo mustn’t feel threatened if Duane chose to trick with other guys like Jacob; that having sex with his handsome young stepson reminded Duane poignantly of when he and Camilo had been Jacob’s age, and in love with each other; and that having a variety of sexual experiences could only increase their appreciation of each other.
Still breathing hard from the exertion of screwing Camilo, Duane sat back and watched Jacob lift Camilo’s legs into the air and force them widely apart. Then, bending down, Jacob started to lick Camilo’s exposed asshole, sucking out Duane’s sperm deposited there!
Duane couldn’t help reacting to the lewd display of rimming by getting horny all over again! Moving behind Jacob as he bent over to suck Camilo’s ass, Duane stuck his stiff prick up between the young stud’s legs and, reaching around his hips, began to play with Jacob’s swollen cockhead.
Camilo sighed as he felt Jacob’s tongue enter his sore asshole and proceed to thoroughly rim him. His large dick lay stiff and throbbing on his belly, and while Jacob’s tongue licked in and out of his bunghole, he saw that Duane was now standing behind Jacob, pushing his shaft between the bending youth’s thighs. He was also playing with Jacob’s cock, exciting him to fever pitch, so that the boy’s tongue in Camilo’s ass licked him at an even faster pace.
Taking his face from between Camilo’s ass cheeks, Jacob now moved forward, trying to push his cockhead into Camilo’s saliva-lubricated asshole. But it was Duane, still with his hard-on aimed between Jacob’s legs, who managed to push his wet, thick dick into Camilo’s relaxed and vulnerable asshole.
Camilo groaned as the throbbing knob stretched the rim of his anus wide open, for the second time that night; then groaned again when the whole length of his lover’s cockshaft sank inside him.
Duane, now kneeling on the edge of the bed, his cock jammed up into Camilo’s butt, started to push forward, urging Camilo to move into the center of the mattress. Eventually, they made it; Duane then stretched out his well-muscled body, full length, and started to fuck Camilo with long, steady strokes, enjoying once again the tight sheath of his stud lover’s highly responsive ass clamped around his hot, horny prick.
Camilo, feeling Duane’s shaft begin to plunge in and out of his rectum again, reached forward and, grasping his own legs, pulled them backward and apart, giving his fucker complete freedom to ram his manhood up into him as deeply as he could.
Duane put
his arms underneath and around Camilo’s shoulders, pulling downward at each forceful upward lunge of his dick, using his lover’s body as completely as possible.
Jacob, meanwhile, was amusing himself by lying on the bed by their side. He had gotten two of his fingers stuck up into Duane’s asshole, and as his stepfather fucked Camilo, Jacob was giving Duane’s asshole a good hard finger-fucking as it pumped up and down.
Duane was quickly reaching his climax, and he started to grunt as he shoved his cock up into Camilo’s butt faster and faster. Each time his ass rose in the air after each thrust, he felt Jacob’s fingers pushing up into his own asshole, relentlessly fucking it. In the dim light of the bedroom all three men’s skins shone with perspiration.
Camilo, feeling Duane’s shaft swell and throb inside him, pulled his legs further back, pushing his ass cheeks forward to meet the onslaught between them.
His own prick was jerking on his belly, but he fought to delay his own climax. He wasn’t sure what Jacob, lying by their side, intended to do once Duane had shot his load, and he didn’t intend to deny the suddenly insatiable young farmhand of any pleasure his body could give him.
With a mighty heave forward, and a loud cry of pleasure, Duane’s whole weight came down between Camilo’s widespread legs. Gyrating his hips in an effort to the last half-inch of his shaft up inside Camilo’s rectum, he spurted out his abundant sperm in a gushing wave of blissful release.
Jacob, who had now gotten three of his fingers up inside Duane’s asshole, continued to fuck him while he came, until at least his swollen member began to relax, soften, and run dry.
After a few seconds, during which he regained his breath, Duane started to pull his spent cock out of Camilo’s asshole, making a wet, sucking noise as he did so.
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