Extreme Tales of Gay Sex, Cannibalism, and Torture. Felix Lance Falcon
touched Danny’s chest, turned to Kaliaz, stroked the djinn’s stiff cock, and turned back to Danny. “When I saw you before, you looked—anyway, I was waiting for a john who wants me to set up a little orgy for him; and if he’d seen you with me, the way you looked then, he’d think—you know. But now…”
“Did he show up?” asked Danny.
“A few minutes after you left. It’s all set for tomorrow. Are you two dudes—available?”
Danny and Kaliaz looked at each other. The djinn raised one eyebrow; Danny nodded, turned to Steve, and said, “Sure. Kaliaz and me, we need work. And it’ll take you and me both to keep him out of trouble. You got a place?”
“Just up the beach. Plenty of room for you two dudes to move in with me. Wanta take a look?”
“Of course,” said Kaliaz. “Let’s go.” He unwound his turban, spread it out on the sand. “All aboard; I’ll—what’s the word?—drive; Steve, you point which way to go. Danny—”
“—I’ll grab our clothes—”
“—and away we go.”
They went: Kaliaz sitting cross-legged at the front; Steve on his knees, holding onto to Kaliaz’s shoulders and giving directions; then Danny, holding onto anything within reach. The flying turban—now a white, flying carpet—soared into the sea breeze, along the beach—undulating a little as a crosswind caught it. Danny shivered as that wind whipped over his naked body, held on tighter when they swooped down to an isolated house overlooking the beach.
Inside Steve’s house, Danny dropped their clothes on a chair, along with the bottle of SAE 20W-40 oil. Kaliaz started to rewind his turban, stopped, shrugged his powerful shoulders, then folded it up and tossed it on the other clothes. Steve stopped in front of a full length mirror, struck a pose, then turned to Kaliaz and Danny.
“Maybe see how we—you know. I mean, I’m not—you know—that way; I only do it for the money, but—” He glanced down at his stiffening cock, took a deep breath, let it out in a long sigh. “Look, it’s—I mean, I’ve got a pretty good build—I wouldn’t need as much work as—as Danny here did, but—but my hair’s getting a bit thin on top, and if I didn’t have to bleach it so often…”
Danny saw Kaliaz raise one eyebrow, then the other. The naked pair grinned at each other, then at Steve, who licked his lips nervously as Kaliaz reached for the bodybuilder’s head.
“My pecs too—that’s it—they’re thick enough, but if they came together—yeah, that’s it—and a little tighter—yeah,” Steve said. “And my abs—more definition—perfect. And then—down there—hey, wow!”
And as Danny watched the djinn work, he felt his own still-rigid shaft twitch. Kaliaz stepped back. Danny, suppressing a nervous shiver, stepped forward, took Steve’s cock in one hand, his own in the other, bent both down to the horizontal, and measured them against each other, side by side, tip to base.
“A perfect match.” Steve gripped both cocks, squeezed, then let go. “I—I owe both of you—Danny, for—you know—chasing you away, and Kaliaz, for…” Steve turned to the mirror, patted his hair—now blond to the roots—touched his chest, squeezed his cock. “So. Now I gotta do something for you dudes.”
Danny carefully licked his lips. “Like what?”
“Like—we oughta see how we—how we—you know—fit together. Practice for tomorrow.”
“Want to fuck?” asked Kaliaz.
Steve nodded.
Danny licked his lips again. “Who goes first?”
“I want to get spitted on both your cocks at once, even if it fucking kills me.”
“Well, okay,” said Kaliaz.
Danny grabbed the SAE 20W-40 from the pile of clothes; Steve scowled, picked up a bottle from a table, and said, “This stuff’s better. Here.” And in a moment, Steve lubed both Kaliaz’s and Danny’s prongs. A moment more, and Kaliaz had stretched himself out on the rug, on his back.
As Danny watched, his own now-slippery shaft in hand, Steve knelt astride Kaliaz’s hips, facing the djinn’s feet, slowly impaled himself on Kaliaz’s shaft, and then lay back into Kaliaz’s arms. Steve squirmed, relaxed, and said, “Okay so far. Danny?”
Danny climbed aboard, eased his quivering prong under Steve’s massive balls and into the squirming bodybuilder. Half-way in, Danny asked, “Well?”
“Wow. You all the way in yet?”
“Nope. Here goes.”
“There’s—there’s a lot of you—aaah!”
Danny said, “Now I’m all the way in.” He felt Steve clamp down hard and then relax, felt Kaliaz’s shaft slide against Danny’s own as the djinn pulled back half-way, then went all the way in again while Danny pulled his own shaft back.
“You still okay?” asked Kaliaz.
“Sure am.” Steve squirmed, wrapped his arms around Danny’s chest, and pulled Danny close. “This—this feels almost good enough to make me turn queer.”
“Yeah? You’re so tight—and Kaliaz’s cock rubbing against mine—inside you—like you said—wow!”
“Don’t hold back, dudes, fuck me hard.”
“Yeah?” Danny speeded his stroke, feeling Kaliaz match him, thrust for thrust. “Maybe—instead of you fucking us—one at a time—you and I—do Kaliaz together—and then—I get fucked by you two.”
“Sounds good to me,” said the djinn.
“Likewise,” panted Steve. “We got all afternoon—to find out—whether getting double-fucked beats fucking a dude whose already spitted on somebody else’s spike.”
“Yeah!” Danny took a deep breath, felt another load coming to a boil down in the roots of his shaft. “And if that doesn’t make you turn queer, Steve, nothing will.”
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