Parking Lot -- Part Six -- Shish Kabob

Whereas my entry was gentle and polite, Gary wasted no time in plowing all nine inches into our prisoner’s hole. Jack’s resistance was minor, as my training session had prepared him for the real thing. He winced and shifted his butt forward, half-heartedly trying to pull away. Now it was time for me to become more involved.

“Look, Jackass. I’d suggest you stay right where you are, if you know what’s good for you.”

I climbed onto the bed and stood on my knees, leaving my pulsing seven inches just out of his reach. He strained his neck forward, trying desperately to get his tongue on me, but I kept my distance.

“Now you are in some serious shit, my friend. You feel that rod in your ass? That’s the G-man. He’s a non-stop fucking machine. Would you like to have two assholes? Good, because he’s gonna tear you a new one.”

Gary was already getting into a good rhythm, assaulting Jack as only he knew how - from every angle, left, right, above and below. Our whipped dog began to whimper. Then he started to moan with pain and pleasure. Then he started to groan loudly and this made me nervous, fearful the sounds of his excitement would drift into the next apartment. I immediately stuffed my dick into his mouth, which efficiently put a muffler on the noise.
Tolsen was thankful to have the pleasure of my hardened penis, as it gave him something to focus on, other than the punishing pole ripping into his rectum.

“You are a lucky man. Even though you have fucked up everything I own, I am allowing you to feast on two of the most magnificent cocks ever given to mankind. Can you feel the power of the G-man behind you? Of course you can. Do you like the taste of my manly meat? Of course you do. You don’t deserve to lick the bottom of my shoes, but here you are servicing two incredible dicks at the same time. You should grovel on your knees and worship me for giving you these gifts.”

That being said, I saw that I had something to concentrate on, too. Gary and I were at eye level, both standing erect on our knees with Jack in between us. My big man was performing like a god and, for the first time since this whole affair started, I was able to watch him fuck someone in the ass. 

You know how you can tell when you’re watching a professional? It’s when it looks so easy, you almost think you could do it, too. Like when a running back makes a 30 yard gain look routine, or an outfielder turns a line drive headed for the gap into an easy out, this is what I saw in front of me - a true pro in action.

Gary wasn’t even using his hands, as they were clasped onto his own thighs. He undulated, twisting, turning and dipping his body with the grace of a belly dancer. What an amazing contrast to the task he was performing. Ass fucking is usually associated with a kind of violence or dominating brutality, but not when performed by this man. 

The sheer beauty of his flexing muscles, gliding motions and ecstatic facial expressions, defined him as the ultimate in masculinity - both power and grace combining to transform the savagery of fucking into the magic of intercourse. And I, this little, insignificant cock sucker, was blessed to be a witness to Gary’s artistry. 

Just as before, Jack’s oral service on me was of no concern. I had yet to know whether he was any good at it or not, because my focus was entirely on the man in his behind. 
I watched patiently, as he slowly increased the pace of his thrusts. He made his task look so natural and effortless, the only sign of exertion being the tiny beads of sweat on his forehead. Our eyes were locked together and I saw him flash that boyish grin, telling me that I was the focus of his ecstasy. I glanced to his nipples and returned my stare to his eyes, but he quickly shook the head no and mouthed to me, “It’s ok, I’m close.”

Now he made his finishing move, grabbing the crook between Jack’s thighs and waist, then pulling the receptacle closer and thrusting himself in deeper. I joined him, putting my hands into Jack’s arm pits and forcing him to swallow me whole. Our servant’s torso was simultaneously stretched, pulled back by the fucker and pulled forward by the suckee. 
I tried to emulate Gary’s motion, thrusting my dick into Jack’s salivating mouth with the same grace as the pole poking him from behind. 

Together, Gary and I danced the dance, twisting, thrusting and leaping our way into each orifice. Then, magically, as though we were communicating telepathically, we both looked into the mirror. 

This new perspective of our double ended attack was the catalyst, as Gary’s admiration for me and my admiration for him opened the floodgates. Simultaneously, our sperm gushed into the servant’s two receiving holes, while we continued to watch our images in the glass. 

I was looking at him and he was looking at me, as we continued our graceful ballet of oral and anal fucking. Just as before, we challenged one another to see who could perform the longest, and this caused our exploding testicles to produce ungodly streams of cum. We flooded Jack’s body with our manly sperm, relentlessly pounding the two pulsating cocks into his ass and mouth, while hypnotized by our magnificent performance in the mirror.

I conceded. Gary was more man than I could ever hope to be. Jack had taken all I could give and I slowly pulled away from him. Seeing this, Gary also slowed his tempo to a crawl, finally leaving his dick stationary and still in deep. 

Jack never flinched. He swallowed every drop of my cum, while squeezing on Gary’s manhood to coax out the last of his. I removed myself from Jack’s mouth and walked on my knees to the G-man, getting close and whispering to him.

“If you pull out, can you get it back in there?”

He grinned from ear to ear. “I can do anything you want me to do.”

And I knew this was true. He had proven it time and again. This amazing man had been sexually neglected for so long that now, anything he asked his dick to do would be done. It was a thrill to have found such a treasure and it amused me to think about his stupid wife, who didn’t have a clue as to what lay next to her night after night.

I whispered again, “Let him go and lay flat. We’ll work on him like we did last night.”

Moving to the end of the bed, I told Jack to crawl towards me. As Gary took his plug out of the servant’s butt, he laid down chest up with hands at his side and head comfortably resting on a pillow. Positioned in the middle, his legs were flat on the bed and spread about two feet apart. 

Now I gave Jack a new project. “Your service was satisfactory, but nothing to write home about.”

I guided him to the end of the bed and directed him to stand beside me on the floor. 
“Look below you. Do you see this? This is what the foot of a man looks like. Unlike you, he knows how to take care of his feet, which is why they are so masculine and powerful - not slimy little stubs like yours. Get down there and worship this man’s foot with your tongue.”

Jack did as he was told, bending down to work on Gary’s right foot.

“Praise him. Massage his manly arches. Lick between his toes and saturate the hairs on top with your spit. I will return to inspect your work, at which time you might be allowed to worship the other one.”

Leaving Jack to his duties, I moved to the side of the bed to check on Gary. He was laying there with eyes half opened, gazing at the ceiling. I climbed up to lay beside him and he raised the left arm, offering his bicep for my pillow. 

“Are you getting tired?”

“A little.”

I put my hand on his chest and stroked the hair with my thumb. Raising up, I could see his dick was about half-erect, lying harmlessly on the belly.

“I’m gonna get him off, but you can head on to work if you’d like. It’s almost midnight now.”

“What and miss the show? No way. I gotta see this. Besides, Jack’s got that tongue going pretty hard down there. Feels damn good, too.”

Looking up to watch, I saw Gary bend back his toes to give Jack easier access. Also, I noticed big boy seemed to be taking on more blood, so I jumped off the bed and found a towel. Taking Gary’s cock in hand, I wiped it clean and layered it with a fresh coat of baby oil, manually stroking it back to full strength. Then, I looked to Jack.

“Your service is insufficient. Either you are unwilling or unable to properly worship this man’s foot. For this you must suffer. Come to me.”

Jack crawled up onto the bed and headed towards us between Gary’s legs.

“Turn around and sit on this pole. Take this mighty tool into your ass, as deep as it will go.”

Jack turned to face the end of the bed, straddled Gary’s hips while on his haunches and moved down towards the big poker. I held it horizontal for him and placed it on the rim of his ass. Then, Jack lowered himself onto the throbbing penis, taking it straight up into the depths of his rectum. As Jack’s ass met my hand, I released the nine-inch organ to him and stood up on my knees. 

“Lay back and worship this mighty tool in your ass.”