Parking Lot -- Part Six -- Shish Kabob

Frantically, I gulped rapidly shot bullets of glorious sperm down into my gullet. Continuing to lift Jack and drop Jack, I sucked on him like a vacuum to drain every gigantic gob he could summon. My incentive was stretched and prone before me. With his hands clamped onto the rails, the mighty chest and belly bulging to capacity, Jack’s helpless body was savagely driven down to the bottom and up to the top of his torture pole. Taking in the sight of this powerful, compact he-man - both in the mirror and for real, I professionally extracted the tasty cum from his convulsing penis and swallowed him whole.

His ass was forced to ride up and down on that nine-incher plowing into him from underneath, further stimulating him to surrender one heavenly spurt after another to me, while crushing out the manly sperm of the cock ramming into his rectum.

Gary’s contractions continued too, as the magnificent pole repeatedly impaled Jack on his torturous skewer. These two incredible performances gave me the motivation I needed to finish what I had started. 

The prisoner was drained and expertly serviced, as was my assistant, still buried underneath and into our victim. Both men below me slowly came back to earth, while I prepared to surrender my control of them. 

Dropping Jack’s pelvis for the last time, I left him there to crunch out the remaining drops of Gary’s cum, while I performed the manual tube squeeze on him. Satisfied that both of my men were completely spent, I released Jack’s massive meat and gently laid it onto his powerful belly. He continued to lay there on top of poor Gary, hands clamped onto the rails, chest and diaphragm gasping for air. 

I allowed both of them to recover, while admiring the masculine beauty below. How in the hell did I get these two ruggedly handsome and virile men into my bedroom? No analysis could explain it and I wouldn’t even begin to try. All that mattered was the fact that both were here with me at this moment and, from what I could tell, they seemed totally satisfied with the situation. I crawled up to the head of the bed.

“Are either of you still alive?” Neither answered, as four eyes were closed.

“Jack, you can let go. Gary’s probably tired of you smothering him by now.”

He released the rails and rolled off, slowly allowing the impaling rod to exit his well-broken-in ass. Gary raised up to look at the clock.

“Two o’clock. Just in time.”

He jumped up off the bed, maneuvering himself over Jack’s exhausted body and immediately headed for the bathroom. I rested on my elbow a couple of feet behind our hero.

“Jack, are you ok?”

He rolled onto his back and tucked the hands behind his head, then he dreamily gazed to the ceiling.

“Sure am.”

I reached over with my right hand to stroke his chest, slowly working my way down to the abdomen. Once my hand reached his navel, I formed a claw around it and massaged his tortured muscles.

“You took more than I thought you would.”

“Oh, yeah? How much?”

“80 pounds.”

“Really? Didn’t feel like that much.”

“I guess you know you can always let go and tell me if I’m going too far. It’s not like you’re really tied up or anything.”

“Sure. I’ll stop you if I need to, but what you did tonight was amazing. I never got off like that before. How the hell did you swallow it all?”

“I don’t know, man. That was almost a choker.”

I flattened my hand on his belly and gave it a rub. “Are you sore?”

“Nah. It feels good and tough.”

Could he have come up with a more manly response than that? I almost asked him to suck me off right then and there, but I had a few more questions for him. 

“You still coming over Wednesday?”

“Sure. Don’t know why not. I’m sorry about stinking up the place. From now on I’ll clean up before coming over.”

“It’s all right. You do need to buy some decent shoes, though. Do yourself a favor and buy two pairs, then you won’t have that problem.”

Gary returned and began to dress. “Well Jack, that was a hell of a ride, wasn’t it?"

“Oh, yeah. Your dick was hard the whole time.”

“Felt pretty good in there.”

“I thought maybe your dick really was coming out my belly button.”

“Well, it ain’t quite that long, but it’s a nice thought.”

“Sure is.”

We watched Gary sit on the bed to slip on his Wellington boots, as I continued rubbing Tolsen’s tummy. 

“Well fellas, unlike you I’ve got a job to go to.”

I reminded him, “Hell, me and my buddy here will be on the ramp in about five hours.”

Jack seemed sorry that Gary had to leave. “We’re gonna get together again aren’t we? I mean, the three of us?”

“Whatever you want, Jack. Me and Kenny are gettin’ pretty tight. So, anytime you wanna join in, just let us know.”

That comment about us being tight gave me a thrill, but Jack ruined it. “Are you guys in love?”

Gary laughed, while I fielded the question. “No, Jack. We’re in lust. That’s a lot more fun.”

“I’ll let myself out. Don’t you two do anything dangerous.”

And Gary was gone, leaving me to deal with Jack’s naive curiosity.

“What do you feel for me, Kenny?”

“C’mon Jack. I told you I like you. We have fun together, just like me and Gary do. Don’t get so serious, ‘cause it’s not that big of a deal. Just enjoy the ride. You never know when we’re all gonna get sick of each other.”

He didn’t seem to be overly hurt by this, but his questions kind of made me forget about having him suck me off. I wanted him to be a man again, not some love-struck boy. 
All of a sudden, Jack got this terrified look on his face and he leapt from the bed. “I gotta shit!”

I smiled and waited, listening to the liquid farts exploding into the toilet bowl. 

When he returned, I gleefully asked, “How was your shit?”

“It was Gary’s shit.”

“That’s the price we gotta pay for taking care of his big ol’ dick.”

“I guess it’s worth it. He’s something else.”

“No doubt. Hey, by the way Jack, were you holding out on me while ago?”

He laid back down to the same position next to me. “What do you mean?”

“Were you trying to hold your cum? Because it took you a lot longer than I thought it would.” I stroked his chest, so he’d know I wasn’t angry.

“I wanted it to last forever. Everything was so perfect, I just didn’t want it to end. I figured you and Gary weren’t gonna let me come over any more, after I fucked up your apartment and all.”

“Don’t do that, Jack. You almost killed us. Like Gary said, you can come over any time. We both like you a lot, but if you wear us out like that again, we may get tired of you real quick.”

“I’m sorry. I screwed up again. I’m awfully good at that.”

I moved down to lay between his legs, while covering his mushy meat with my chest and relaxing my head on his abdominal pillow.

“It’s ok. This is all new for the three of us. Just remember that if it feels good, don’t fight it. Let it go, man, that’s what we’re all here for.”

“Ok. I’ll remember.”

I kissed him on the stomach, then buried my face into it and rested my hands on his chest, occasionally stroking with the thumbs.

I raised my head to speak. “Don’t you need to be getting home?”

“Yeah, I guess. I just wanna lay here awhile. If that’s ok.”

“Sure, it’s ok. I enjoy being with you. I guess you know best how to deal with your wife.”

“She’s easy to get along with. She’s got her life and I’ve got mine. As long as I go to church with her on Sunday and bring home a paycheck every week, she’s happy.”

I could have opened a big can of worms with a barrage of questions - you know like ‘do you have kids’ or ‘does your wife have a job too’ - and on and on, but I didn’t really care. As I had with Gary, I decided the best policy was to let the man tell me what he wanted to when he wanted to, and that’s where I left this conversation.