Parking Lot - Part Five - Fire All Torpedoes

I saw his abdomen flex, then felt those big, manly feet rubbing my calves. Gary’s glazed eyes looked to me and mine to him. As he smiled, mouthed the word “fuck” and closed his eyes, I thrust my cock in to the back side of Jack’s belly button and blew a whole through it. I watched my beautiful man writhing in orgasmic heaven, shooting his big river of cum into our slave’s accepting mouth, while my white bullets punctured his battered rectum. 

Inching back ever so slightly, I pushed in and out with rapid, short strokes to stimulate a second wave of cum from my tool. Gary’s gushers kept spraying like a fountain into the warm and wet receiver, as Jack obediently continued the oral stroking on him. I refused to stop fucking before Gary was finished shooting, but this turned out to be a challenge. 

This smart-ass was 20 years my senior and it was all I could do to keep up with him - but I tried. Jack’s ripped asshole was continuously pounded, as I pushed, pulled, twisted and turned, until finally, I saw Gary collapse. His balls had once again been drained, as had mine, and we both began our preparations for poor Jack’s release.

I rested my head on Tolsen's back and kept my dick stationary - deep inside, as I felt it slowly returning to its normal size. Removing my hands from Gary, I looked at him and he winked, displaying that familiar, mischievous grin. Jack was still crazily sucking on him, but he was not at all fazed.

I couldn’t believe this guy. Normally, a man’s penis is sensitive as hell after orgasm and such an attack almost becomes painful, but this man just laid there undaunted, like he didn’t even know it was happening. He was like a goddamn sex machine. What would it take to turn off the switch?

As for me, I was ready for a break, so I got back into character.

“Your time is up. Release that man’s cock and give it a kiss of gratitude.”

As Jack let go of the big man, I gently pulled my dick out of him and grabbed a couple of towels I’d brought along with the baby oil.

Jack’s ass, my hand, Gary’s torso and everybody’s dick was wiped dry before I turned on the dim lamp atop the bedside table. Tolsen remained bent at the waist with hands folded on chest, awaiting further instructions.

“Ok. You can stand up now. Get on the middle of the bed and lay on your back.”

Tolsen did as told, while Gary stood up and stretched his back. He pointed to the bathroom and headed that direction.

Turning back to the slave, I continued. “Put your hands on the rails and hold on tight.” 

He grabbed two rails four feet apart, at which time I forced his hands down to mattress level and ordered him to keep them there. Then, moving to the end of the bed, I clasped each of his ankles and pulled towards me, stretching him spread eagle in the middle of the bed.

“Don’t move an inch.”

Tolsen turned to his right, observing himself in the mirror. His dick had been hard since I first started poking him and now, seeing himself stretched and defenseless, wondering what fate might await him, his cock bounced up and down on the belly, contracting with anticipation.

Gary returned from his piss release, stopped to look at Jack, then to me.

“Poor guy. Think he’s learned his lesson?”

“I don’t know. Let’s sit down and discuss it.”

I climbed onto the bed and sat on Tolsen’s belly, strategically placing his fat meat into my butt crack. He groaned at the pressure on his abdomen, expanding his chest in an attempt to alleviate the pressure. Now I crossed my legs Indian style and slapped several times on Tolsen’s chest.

“Here’s a nice seat for you.”

Gary chuckled and climbed on up. Soon we sat face to face, legs identically crossed, me on Tolsen’s belly and Gary on his chest.

We both looked in the mirror and smiled. Gary spoke first.

“Well, he fucked up my shit. I can’t stand smelly feet. I think that’s worse than a dirty asshole. He probably stunk there too, but we got him in the shower before we noticed it.”

“Do you think he’s suffered enough yet?”

“I don’t know. I’m still kinda pissed off.”

“Maybe he needs some more gut punishment. You’ve got one hell of a punch, Kenny. That might help him remember.”

“I don’t know. There’s gotta be something worse than that.”

“I’ve been meaning to ask you. Where did you learn to throw punches like that?”

“Well, a friend of mine showed me some boxing techniques back in high school. I even wrote a story about it called ‘Our Betting Game.’ I’ve got a print out of it around here somewhere. I’ll let you read it sometime.”

“I’d like to. It sounds fascinating.”

I had to laugh at that, as Gary spoke in his best british accent, properly enunciating the word ‘fascinating.’

Then he continued with the accent. “Well, perhaps we should release this man, so he can reflect on his stupidity for a few days.” 

I gave my best Alfred Hitchcock impression, “Yes. He would love to get his rocks off. I can feel him throbbing beneath me, as we speak. I will force him to hold all of his cum for countless hours, that will...”

“Uh, guys.” Tolsen rudely interrupted me.

I barked at him, American style. “What the hell do you want?”

“I gotta go to the bathroom.”

Gary cracked up, while I exploded.

“Jesus Fucking Christ!” I uncrossed my legs and stood up on the bed. Then I put both feet onto Tolsen’s belly and started grinding in my heels.

“That’s it. Now you’ve pushed me too far. Here. Take that. Can you hold your piss now? I’m gonna squeeze it out of you for interrupting me.”

“Oh, please. I can’t take it. I gotta piss so fucking bad. Please, sir. Let me go. Don’t hurt me this way.”

“Get your ass into the bathroom and piss all you want -- and wipe off my fucking toilet when you’re finished. Then come right back here and see what happens when you talk out of turn.”

We released him and he ran for the stool, leaving me and Gary in hysterics. Both of us were standing next to the bed, soon noticing that our dicks were once again swollen. He leaned over and hugged me, planting a big, slobbery kiss right onto my mouth.

“Looks like Jack’s got himself into even more trouble.”

I reached down and grabbed his big poker. “Sure looks that way to me.”

End of Part Five