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Stuck by a Drummer- The Adventure Continues
Although his rigid, dripping cock suggested that he did want a rough ride from Steve, Tony the porter looked scared as he laid face down on the rumpled duvet. Every muscle on his back was tight and vivid with tension. I actually felt sorry for him as Steve ripped open the foil condom packet, removed the one he'd used with me, and rolled on the new one.
"KC," he said, "got something I can use to uh, smooth things over."
I got his drift right away- so he had some sense of mercy after all! I belted my robe, got off the bed, and picked up my travel kit off the floor. Nested next to my vibrator was a half-empty bottle of flavored lube. He took it from me and poured some on his hand.
"See what I'm doing?" he told Tony, who regarded him anxiously over one tanned shoulder. "I'm going easy on you."
"Thank you....I think."
Steve ran one teasing, slick finger along the tight cleft of the young man's butt. I sat back down on the bed, fascinated. This was going to be a seduction job if ever one existed. Steve had not exactly wined and dined this guy into bed: he'd grabbed him, knocked him about, and asked him to choose between his ass and his job. How on earth he would fit that huge tool into such a tight and nervous passage was something I fucking had to see.
After a little more stroking, Steve pushed one finger inside. Tony raised his head off the mattress, face clinched in excitement and anticipation.
"You like this, kid?"
"Please...."
"Please. I just love well mannered blokes like you." Steve probed downwards. "Where is it...wait...THERE."
Tony cried out and raised his upper body off the bed. I could see his swollen cock crushed between his belly and the mattress: a huge stain on the quilt suggested that he'd blown a small load already.
Steve pushed a second finger inside and began probing, rotating his wrist as he did so. Tony moaned and began pushing backwards, trying to draw Steve's fingers deeper inside.
Steve withdrew his hand long enough to pour lube over his erection. Then he grabbed the young man's hips and pushed in him all the way in one ruthless movement.
Tony cried out even louder, this time with pain as well as passion. Steve froze for a second, letting him get used to the sensation. Then he began thrusting.
"Come on, kid, do this with me. Your butt feels fucking fantastic. Shit, KC...too bad you don't have a dick, babe. You'd LOVE this."
Well, I do have this." I opened my robe to show my still-wet pussy. Tony's eyes regarded it and me with such dizzy desire that I crawled across the mattress, laid on my back before him, and smiled encouragement. He buried his face in me, eating me out like a pro and bringing forth my third orgasm of the day. Steve, excited by the sight, humped his ass faster. The prostate workout made Tony blow his load too: it sprayed everywhere and coated my belly and breasts. Seconds after Tony slumped on top of me, Steve groaned, pulled out, and threw off the condom so he could jerk himself off. He shot all over Tony's smooth back and butt.
I was the first to find my voice. I wanted to say something like, "Wow" or "That was fucking hot." But all I could say was "OH SHIT" as the lock on the room door clicked open...
More soon, folks!!
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