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SEDUCING THE TWINS
John lowered himself into the hot, steamy tub. Mario had just left the house and John needed to clean his sticky, cum- and ass-juice covered cock. And the rest of him wasn't much cleaner.
Mario was one hot stud! He was a big-dicked Italian, married, with four kids, and a mistress, but what he really craved was having stiff cock rammed up his butthole—the harder the better! And he wasn't any passive fuck, either. He loved starting out the fuck on his hands and knees, with his glowing brown butt and dark, black-brown asshole twitching up in the air, waiting to be plugged. And once he had the dick up his man-hole, he went fucking crazy. He bucked and reared and shoved his buttcheeks against his fucker, trying to cram even more meat into his shitter.
And then he liked getting on his back and spreading his legs in a wide vee-shape while his stud-fucker mounted him and began doing fucking pushups, before finally dropping his legs on the guy's shoulders and pumping his meat and moaning and whipping his head back and forth, and then when he felt the first globs of the other guy's cum shooting up his butt, he began to cum himself, and shout and moan, before he finally collapsed in a whimpering daze.
They usually got together every couple of weeks. John's sons—the thirteen-year-old twins, Rick and Michael, and the ten-year-old, Donny—would be at school, so the house was safe. John smiled as he leaned back in the tub. Today had been an unusually good fuck since they hadn't screwed for almost a month. Mario had been in a frenzy. He'd gotten to John's house early, and let himself in with his key, and when John got home, Mario was on John's bed, fucking his hole with the John Stryker dildo that John sometimes used with his tricks as a warmup for the real thing. Mario was in his middle twenties, with a muscular, almost hairless body, except for the thick hair under his arms and around his fat prick. John had been half-hard already, squeezing his dick in its tight jock as he drove home, and the sight of that big dildo sliding effortlessly in and out of Mario's stretched hole was enough to complete the job.
Mario sat up on the edge of the bed, sitting on the dildo crammed all the way up his hole, with his heavy, muscular thighs spread wide, while one hand played with his tits and the other slowly beat his meat while he watched John strip off. It didn't take long! John was too horny. In seconds he was kneeling in front of the bed, gulping down the hot prick, his massive hands pinching Mario's tits, and then sliding down Mario's back to grip his butt and edge him off the bed.
Mario had moaned, and leaned back on his hands, enjoying the blow job, and enjoying it even more when John began pulling the dildo out of his ass and plunging it back in again. The fact that Mario was ready to take the full Stryker dick in one rapid, full-length shove after another up his shithole told John that he was warmed up enough for John's dick.
John had deep-throated Mario then, and immediately yanked the dildo out! Mario had only whimpered. John lifted his head, and still kneeling, took hold of Mario's waist and began slowly lowering Mario's eager shittube onto John's enormous prick. Mario began fisting his dick, but he was too hot to wait! With a gasp of mixed pain and pleasure—after all, even if the Stryker dildo was a duplicate of the real thing, John's prick was fatter and several inches longer!—Mario impaled himself!
There was nothing gentle about the fuck after that. Mario was a fucking animal, and John fucked his hole into hot, mushy ecstasy. Mario had straddled John, or squatted over him, or been fucked dogstyle, or fucked standing up in front of the full-length mirror so he could enjoy the sight of eleven fat inches of incredible meat plunging in and out of his hole, while he beat off frantically, but as usual, he finished up with his legs over John's shoulders, screaming a wordless cry of lust as John pumped a load of cum into his hole, and he began shooting himself, spraying his chest and John's with shiny white gobs of cum.
Also as usual, Mario refused the offer of a shower. The offer and refusal had become something of a game with them, ever since Mario, in one of their few moments together not devoted to lust, had told John that the reason he didn't clean up right afterwards was so that he could head to a john out in the park with his asshole clamped tight on the cumload. Once there, he would go into one of the doorless stalls, drop his pants and open his shirt, and then squat over the toilet and slowly let John's cum, mingled with Mario's sweat and assjuices, drop into his waiting hands. Hopefully, somebody would be watching as he licked up part of the cum from his palm, and then used the rest of it to grease up his dick so he could beat off another load. If he was really lucky, the other guy or guys would beat off in the stall with him, so that his chest was splattered not only with his own cum but other gism as well. Then he would wipe himself off, and head to the gym for a workout and shower.
John opened his eyes, and not to his surprise, found that his monster rod was alive and eager again. It was poking up through the suds. John sighed, grasped his dick and began stroking. He knew if he didn't get off a second time, he'd never be able to stuff himself back into the jockstrap he wore under his suit pants. He tried to hurry, but although he was horny, his dick wasn't cooperating. It stayed hard, but fantasizing about Mario in the park toilet didn't get him close to cumming, nor did remembering the just-completed fuck.
More and more often, lately, he'd found himself sort of dissatisfied after sex. He'd never had any trouble finding a good looking man to fuck, or one who was eager to try to deep-throat John's huge meat. A six-foot-four hunk like John never did, especially when his two hundred pounds of muscled body were combined with such a long, fat cock. He'd even tried the same park toilet Mario went to, despite the risks—especially with a straight, fag-hating older brother who was not only a cop, but on the vice squad as well.
Come to think of it, though, that fuck had worked out just fine!
When he got there about midnight there was a mini-orgy going on. One guy was getting fucked and sucked at the same time, two more couples were buttfucking in the toilet stalls, and there was a blow job going on right by the door. When John walked in there was the usual moment of panic-freeze—oh Christ! the cops!—and then instant relaxation when everyone's "radar" picked up on the fact that John was there for the same reason they were. The men continued what they were doing, but at a slower pace, watching the newcomer to see what he had to offer.
John's offer was, of course, spectacular. He walked toward one side of the room, where he was partially in the shadows, but where his meat and hand could be seen from the moonlight coming through the skylight, as he dropped his pants and began jacking off. John leaned back against the wall. It was almost like having a spotlight on his long, long dick and it wasn't long before there was a general migration of horny men in his direction. Two of them were soon giving him a tongue bath, and working on his tits, while he frigged their cocks, and a third one—a tall black guy who had been on top in one of the stall fuck actions—had walked over with his slimy prick gleaming, and promptly turned around, bent over and guided John's dry dick into his hole. It was tight and wet and John was turned on by the sight of his white meat sliding in and out of the black butt.
He let go of the guys' dicks and grabbed the black guy by the waist to begin a good ride. He was horny, but all he wanted was a quick fuck to get his rocks off, so he could go home. He already knew that this wasn't going to really work either, even though he was probably going to have a decent cum—black ass usually did that for him. The black guy was getting a blow job now, and the cocksucker was getting his own butt fucked, while several men beat their meat while they writhed against John, eager to shoot their cum all over him and the man he was fucking. John began plowing in earnest.
And the door opened.
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