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Subject: Two to Threesome Chapter 5 Two to Threesome Chapter 5 By Mitchell Conner Greetings readers. This is partially fiction, inspired by an afternoon spent in a love hotel in Taipei, Taiwan. A perverted imagination has taken it in a slightly different direction. If it's illegal wherever you live, or for your calendar age, stop now. This story is mine: you're welcome to use it to pass the time but not to copy and repost as your own demented work. Let me know what you think and if the story has had the desired result, which of course is to stimulate your imagination and nether regions. Nifty exists based on donations and provides all of us countless hours of entertainment. Please donate generously because it's the right thing to do. Previously: When I opened my eyes Peter wore a satisfied smile as he held out a cum- dripping hand in front of himself. I watched in amazement as Peter licked off his cum soaked hands then bent forward and tongue-tickled my still-rigid cock as he cleaned up whatever else was left over. My dick jerked as I saw the innocent looking boy's tongue dart out and lick his cum-smeared red lips clean. "You taste good Teacher Sam," he said, then reached up, pulled the t-shirt out of my mouth and kissed me. And we continue: Peter stepped back, staring at me as I licked my lips, tasting my own fresh cum. David untied my arms then turned me around. Peter watched open mouthed as David released my cock from its bindings. Peter said something to David in Chinese. "Get ready," he said to me then turned his attention to the boy. As they talked Peter's eyes were locked on my hard cock as I tried to stuff it into my underwear. Peter's half of the conversation had a pleading tone to it, while David's voice was firm then warmed at the end. "Peter wants to come back to the hotel with us," David said then added, "He wants to do something special you'll like." Peter blushed at that last part, like a girl who'd promised a boy a kiss and been caught out. "You'll like it Teacher Sam," David said, as though I had a choice. An old dusty CCTV camera on the wall was the only thing on duty at the hotel's empty front desk as we made our way to the elevator. "Strip," David said to me as soon as we were in the room. I didn't hesitate. The boy's shorts swelled as he watched slack jawed while I took off everything. "Go shower and make sure everything is clean ? inside and out," David said. I'd just finished the inside cleaning and started the shower when the bathroom door opened partway. "Hi," Peter said as he stepped in. I'd only seen his cock and a bit of skin above his groin in the dim mall bathroom. Now he stood before me naked, a perfect example of a young thin adolescent with a smooth defined konyaaltı kendi evi olan escort (http://www.bayanmap.com/k/antalya-escort/konyaalti-kendi-evi-olan-escort) torso above the small halo of dark pubes at the base of a jutting hard boy-cock, the only hair visible from his neck down. He stared at me as his right hand wrapped around his chubbed up dick, stepping forward. "Do whatever he says," David said to me from the doorway. His order was made without rope being applied, yet I nodded my head. Before I could question my reaction the boy had taken my hand and directed me to the shower We started off by lathering each other up, soap lubricating skin as Peter hugged and rubbed into me from every angle possible. Between the Viagra, the stimulation and the visual of the naked pixie-boy my cock was throbbing, hot for release again. Peter pushed me against the tiled shower wall then stood behind me, small inquisitive fingers pushing around and into my hole. The boy then stretched up, the tip of his hard-on only reaching the bottom of the cleft in my ass as he jabbed upwards. "Get on your knees," he said after a few unsuccessful attempts to reach his target. Peter turned off the shower, went to his knees and pushed my legs apart as he moved forward. I dropped my ass lower until I felt his rigid boy-cock poking at my hole. After a few unsuccessful hard pushes I heard him exhale in frustration. Then a small hand reached out to a bottle of hair conditioner on the tub's edge, the cap clicking as he opened it. Slick little fingers then probed me. His lubed hard spike pushed again and I relaxed myself as he slid in with one enthusiastic thrust, hissing his breath in pleasure as his soft sparse pubes rubbed into my ass. When he bit my back I lost it. A young teen was using me; I shuddered and my hole pulsed, gripping his thin steel nail. His smooth soapy chest warmed my back as he leaned on me, making small jabs into my ass. Hands came around and moved up my abs to my pecs, pinching my nipples as he lengthened his strokes. My ass quivered, senses overloaded as I submitted to the boy riding me ? I wanted to make this his most memorable fuck. His strokes grew in speed and become erratic as he sucked in faster shallow breaths. I contracted my hole and rolled my hips with each of his strokes, eliciting a high-pitched cry from the boy on each thrust. Someone listening in would wonder if the boy was in pain or pleasure as the cries grew quicker. "Nnghh... nnghh... nnghh..." accompanied his pulsing cock as he dumped a load of boy-cum into my raw ass, biting my back as he writhed on top of me. Even though he had only tip-toed to the base of my prostrate, warmth spread through my groin as my hole quivered in the pleasure konyaaltı otele gelen escort (http://www.bayanmap.com/k/antalya-escort/konyaalti-otele-gelen-escort) of a small anal orgasm. I was proud of introducing him to the joys of male sex with a wild ride. He laid his head on me, rapid heartbeat bouncing off my skin. My own hard cock was throbbing for attention and as I reached for it he blocked me. "No," was all he said as his still-erect nail popped out of me. I turned my head and there was David in the doorway, phone still recording my submission to the boy. We soaped up and rinsed off, returning to the bedroom with towels around our waists. "Was Teacher Sam a good boy?" David said. Peter gave a quizzical then smiled and shook his head. "Yes, he was a good boy," he said then giggled at the reference. "Strip," David said. I laid the towel over a nearby chair. "Come over here," he continued, sitting down on the edge of the bed with a pile of rope at his side. As I stood in front of him he wound loops of rope around my upper thighs and wrists, then crossed them and worked the strands between so that I was securely bound, hands unable to reach my groin or protect my ass, nipples unprotected, a toy for them to use. When David turned me around to inspect his work Peter was standing there open mouthed staring, towel at his feet, resilient hard boy-cock in his hand. Peter said something to David in Chinese, who nodded and replied. "Lay down," David said, giving me a push towards the bed. I fell onto the bed and wiggled my way up. He was quick to tie my ankles before he turned his attention to Peter. The two talked and as they did Peter's tone became insistent, like a boy begging for ice-cream. David smiled at the boy, nodded his head when they stopped talking, and Peter came over and stood in front of him. I moved my head onto a pillow so I could watch as David turned the boy around, took a piece of rope and tied his hands behind his back. He then stood and took a sock gag and put it into the red-lipped mouth, tying it firmly behind the head. My hard-on ached as I watched, wondering what would happen. David gave what sounded like an order to the tied-up boy, who got on the bed, legs spread as he knee-walked up me until his hard nail was over my mouth. "Suck him," David said. I opened and the rigid boy-prick was pushed into my mouth, the boy's smooth flat abs rippling as he fucked in and out. Cool liquid dripped onto my cock and a hand gripped it then stroked as I moaned around Peter's nail, making him thrust harder. After a few minutes David leaned in, whispered into Peter's ear and the boy moved backwards so that his ass was over my aching-hard cock. 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I let out a loud moan and David's hand came down hard over my mouth then replaced by a sock gag. Peter and I traded muffled groans as we mutually fucked into each other, the boy's rigid cock bouncing with each movement, a drop of clear pre-cum swaying from the head. Peter rose up slightly and took charge of the ride, increasing his pace, each bounce on my aching-hard cock accompanied by a high-pitch squeal. I looked towards where we were joined, his balls drawn up tight in his hairless wrinkled bag, pre-cum flowing out his hard boy-cock. The hot tight hole's grip grew stronger, its pulses more rapid and then he was there. Three spurts of semi-cloudy cum shot as he let out a high-pitched whine. It was too much for me and I unloaded into the bound boy on top of me. I saw stars for a moment as the effects of the Viagra, being bound, gagged, fucked, used and pleasured floated me to the ceiling. Peter's pulsing hole brought me back down and I opened my eyes to see the boy's dreamy smile as David removed the gag. Peter tilted forward onto my cum-soaked torso, kissing my face as David untied him. "Thank you Teacher Sam," he said. "It was my dream to do that." His now-freed small hands removed my gag and he kissed me, tongue mimicking his cock earlier as it probed as deep as possible. When Peter rose up and my cock slid out I missed his tight hole already. "This was a lot better than watching Netflix at home. Thank you Teacher Sam," he said with an teasing grin as he stood up then walked away while I was left tied on the bed. A few minutes later he emerged from the bathroom, a towel wrapped low on his tiny waist, skin still flushed from our coupling. He turned away from me and bent over to put on his underwear, small hands pulling his cheeks apart to expose his red ravaged hole. He pulled the little briefs up, giving me a cheeky grin when he tucked his still chubby cock inside. Once dressed he and David spoke in Chinese. Peter came over to the bed, leaned down and gave me a kiss. He held out his phone. A video was playing on it. It was me fucking the boy. "My treasure," he said, gave me one more kiss, turned and left the hotel room. "My turn," David said.