A Stepdad's Love, Chapter 18 [30] [21]
This is a work of fiction. All characters are over the age of 18.
Read from the beginning here, or from the previous part here.
Chapter 18
Stan’s POV
After a second round of amazing sex with Lucien and my fiancé Mike, I’m ready for a nap, if not a good night’s sleep. But just as we’re settling into a sweaty pile of exhausted flesh, quickly drying cum splattered across us and the rumpled linens on our bed, the chime sounds. Someone’s at the door to our room. Fuck!
Neither Lucien or Mike make any efforts to go answer, so I stand wearily and search for my discarded robe. “Who the hell could that be?” My question is answered by a noisy growl from Mike’s stomach. Lucien and I both chuckle. Someone is hungry!
“Ah, mon cher,” Lucien explains, “I thought we all might be a bit peckish after…round two. And apparently I was right, as always! I took the liberty of ordering four orders of our best filets. Replenishing protein is so important, don’t you agree? After so much is…spent?”
Mike is putting on his own robe when he asks, bemused, “Four orders? Were you assuming one of us would be especially hungry?” He directs that at me, and I blush. It’s true…I could probably eat two steaks. Especially since they wouldn’t be the gigantic portions you’d get at an American restaurant.
As we all enter the living area, Lucien answers smugly, “Well…as to that, monsieur. I took the liberty of inviting Aram to join us for…round three. You did seem to find him attractive, mon jeune homme, and he definitely wanted to see…moreof you.” I glance at Mike, and he’s blushing furiously. Fuck…he is attracted to that arrogant chauffer. Dammit! “You like them big and hairy, no?”
When I open the door, I’m expecting a waiter pushing a cart loaded down with plates of food. I mean, Lucien had just said as much. But I wasn’t expecting the delivery to made by…Aram. And I definitely wouldn’t have imagined him dressed like a leather daddy. Yet, that’s what’s standing before me, his eyes hidden behind a pair of dark sunglasses clearly not needed in the dimly lit hallway.
I can’t deny that the man is breathtaking in his masculinity. At six feet, he’s a bit shorter than me and Mike. But he more than makes up for that in sheer bulk. Aram man must live at the gym, with a huge chest, bulging biceps, a fucking 12-pack abs, and tree-trunk thighs. All covered in a thick but manicured coating of black hair, making his tawny complexion seem darker than it is. The slicked back hair on his head is so dark it almost shines blue.
Aram slowly removes the sunglasses and gives me an assessing glance before locking onto Mikey, his look suddenly hungry, possessive. The intensity of his pale blue eyes is enhanced by the ring of long, black eyelashes. The effect is almost like eyeliner, which is somehow so fucking hot. Despite my concerns, I feel my cock stirring to life in the presence of this intimidating man.
Aram’s intense sexuality is amplified by his revealing outfit, intensely macho, dominant. His chauffeur uniform had hinted at the bricked body now on display before us, with seams and buttons threatening to burst open. I suddenly feel small, inferior. As someone who’s always been sure of my masculinity, I’m feeling thrown off, insecure.
Replacing form-fitting slacks and white button-down shirt is a look right out of the Folsom Street Fair. The tight, black leather outfit dances close to costume, perhaps ridiculous on another man. But on him, it fits. The vest doesn’t even try to contain his muscular chest, the open button placket acting like a parted curtain framing seriously massive pecs and ripped abs. His arms look even bigger exposed, a large vein running down each bulging bicep.
Instead of pants, Aram is wearing clinging short shorts that look sprayed on, the crotch bulging with the promise of a huge cock and balls. And this man clearly doesn’t skip leg day at the gym. His thighs are massive, powerfully flexing as he shifts his weight from one leg to the other. I try unsuccessfully to dismiss an image of Mike being crushed between them. Fuck!
And as if his massive build wasn’t intimidating enough, his chest, arms, and legs are covered in a carpet of black fur, the short length matching the stubble on his chiseled jaw. I know Mikey prefers my body hair full and thick, something for him to grab onto during our lovemaking. But there’s no denying he’s gorgeous. The slicked back hair on his head and intensity of his gaze pushes ‘sexy’ into ‘dangerous’. Think bondage daddy porn star.
My reverie is broken by Mike muttering, “So fucking hot.” As Lucien chuckles delightedly, Aram’s mouth twists into a devilish smile. This man is going to be trouble, I just know it. And apparently my apprehension is showing on my face.
“Relax, mon cher,” Lucien murmurs huskily. “I promise he is house-trained.” Aram raises an eyebrow at that. “Well, mostly…” Now Lucien is blushing too, which makes Aram chuckle darkly. What the fuck are we getting ourselves into now?
Aram pushes the cart into the room and sets out the dishes on the dining table. His moves are practiced, professional. And yet, my brain is having a disconnect given the way he’s dressed. It’s hard not to watch the play of his huge muscles, flexing with the smallest movement. The way the tight shorts cling to his bubble butt is somehow more obscene than if he was naked.
It’s a struggle to tear my eyes away, but I finally glance over at Mikey. My fiancé’s eyes are riveted on Aram, his very erect, leaking cock poking out from the folds of his robe. I realize I’m hard too. And so is Lucien. Aram is the definition of animal magnetism, and we three are like moths attracted to his flame. His bonfire.
I suddenly realize that Mikey is going to get the fucking of his life before the night is over. And even stranger, I wish I was the object of this Daddy’s desire. Clearly, Lucien feels the same. Maybe our chauffeur will be driving us all into oblivion.
Suddenly famished, we all sit to eat. The filets and sides are cooked to perfection. The service includes an inky red Bordeaux that is extraordinary even to my untrained palette. The room is silent except for the noises of eating. And yet, the sexual tension is thicker than the steaks we’re devouring, especially between Mike and Aram. Lucien watches everything, a devious smile on his beautiful lips.
Just as efficiently as the table was set, Aram clears things onto the cart and rolls it into the hallway. As he returns, I realize he’s now at least partially aroused, a long and incredibly thick shaft threatening to press through the tight confines of his shorts. A thin trail of wetness runs down one hairy thigh, telling me he’s been leaking precum. I resist the urge to kneel before him and lick it clean.
Mikey shows no such restraint.
On his knees before this exotically sexy god, Mike glances over at me. “Is this OK, Daddy? I…” he glances back at the huge bulge, which has gotten bigger. “I really want this but…not if you don’t.” God, the look in his eyes. Full of need, of lust…but also, so much love.
I know the bond we share is unbreakable…but I’m still torn with jealousy. I know my own worth. I’m a big guy with a big dick and thick muscles covered in thick fur. Mikey loves my body. He loves me body and soul, as I love him. And yet…this feels different. Aram is different. I again think, this man is dangerous.
Three sets of eyes are on me, waiting. I hadn’t realized I’d frozen in thought. Lucien’s words echo in my head. He’s house-trained…mostly. But my trust in the love that Mikey and I share dispels all doubt. I nod my head, afraid to speak in case my voice breaks.
“Thank you, Daddy. I love you so much.” I echo his words of love in a mumble as I glance at Aram, his mouth curved in a smirk. Lucien looks…contemplative. Not concerned. But it’s clear he’s curious to see how this is going to play out between the two. And I’m suddenly wondering what our role will be. If any…
Are we just spectators as Aram ravishes my fiancé? Will Lucien and I play at the same time, or will we all engage together? I realize that no matter what, I’m unwilling to leave the pair alone. Even if Lucien and I have sex, I’ll need to be in the same room as Mikey and Aram. Watching, learning, protecting. And trying not to let jealousy overwhelm me.
Mikey immediately dives in, licking up the wetness on Aram’s hairy thigh, a trickle that has turned into a small stream. If his shorts were cloth, the front would be soaked. I see that the bulbous tip of his thick shaft has finally peeked below the hem of his shorts leg. It’s large, bright red, angry. I can’t deny it…he’s a fucking stud.
As Mike suckles Aram’s plum-sized head hungrily, his hands caress the thickly muscular thighs, relishing the unique feel of the tightly trimmed fur. Aram’s head tilts back as he utters a low moan. His hands cup Mike’s head, holding him in place. As if my fiancé is going to stop what he’s started. My cock, which had gone mostly soft, is reviving quickly at the sight.
I suddenly feel Lucien at my side, his hand wrapping around my waist. “They are hot together, no? Beauty and the Beast.” With no small effort, I turn to regard the sexy valet. His voice softens. “You know you have nothing to fear, mon ami? Not with Aram or me or anyone else you bring into your bedroom.”
He turns to watch as Mike pulls more of Aram’s huge shaft through the snug leg of his shorts. “You two are fated by the gods. How do you say it…you are soulmates? Yes, that’s it. Soulmates. Anyone with eyes can see that.”
He’s right. I trust Mike completely, heart and soul. Maybe it’s Aram that worries me. That he won’t respect boundaries. That he’ll be rough…too rough. But if that happens, I will be there to throw him out on his ass. Fuck, I’d toss him out the window. Dammit…my heart is racing. But why is my cock hard as a rock?
Lucien’s hand cups my cheek and turns me to face him. “There’s no need for them to have all the fun, cher.” His hand trails down my chest, dragging through the dense fur. “I would like to explore more of this amazing body.” He leans in to take a nipple between his lips, teeth lightly biting. I can’t suppress the moan. I don’t want to.
As Lucien works his way down my body, kissing and nibbling, I’m transfixed watching Mike pull Aram’s tight leather shorts down. With a snap and a spray of precum, the huge shaft is finally revealed. “Fuck…” I mutter. Or was that Mikey?
That is the cock of an alpha male. Aram’s is a bit shorter than my 8.5 inches, but I’ve never seen one so thick. We’re talking beer can. A solid column from base to tip, with a thick vein pulsing visibly along the top of the shaft. Uncircumcised, but the skin is pulled fully back…perhaps because he’s so fucking aroused by my Mikey? Or because no foreskin could completely cover that huge head?
Mike stares at the column of flesh in front of him with awe…and perhaps a bit of worry. I can’t blame him. It’s just…huge. He turns to look at me, his eyes wide. His arousal is evident, both in those beautiful eyes and the cock standing proud from his kneeling form.
But there’s also so much love for me. And the need for further reassurance. That I’m really OK with this. And I realize, I am. So, I smile and nod. My heart swells at the tender smile Mike returns to me. And then he gets to work.
As Mike’s lips wrap around the head of Aram’s thick cock, Lucien takes mine in his mouth. Two moans fill the room before Aram and I lock eyes. The smirk on his face almost gets a rise out of me…the fucker. But my Mikey wipes that look off his face by taking the impossibly thick shaft all the way down his throat in one smooth motion. “MERDE!” he groans. That’s my boy!
Aram’s eyes are now wide, and it’s my turn to smirk. That is, until Lucien swallows my 8.5 inches. “MMMM!” The room is quickly filled with the sound of moans, slurping, and definitely some gagging. I mean, neither one of us are small!
Lucien brings me to the brink several times, teasing back each time. A true master of fellatio. My eyes remain glued on Mikey, watching as he takes Aram to new heights of pleasure. Lucien definitely knows what he’s doing, but my Mikey has skills too. Holy shit does he have skills! Not many men can take the throat pounding he’s getting from Aram’s massively thick shaft right now.
As if on cue, Lucien and Mike stand and lead us to the couch. Side by side with Aram, I’m even more impressed by just how fucking hot this man is. The huge muscles, beautifully dark olive skin, hair as black as midnight, chiseled jaw. And the musk…god, the musk! Under different circumstances, I’d probably find the aroma off-putting. But in this setting, it’s a potent aphrodisiac. Apparently, for all four of us.
I watch Mikey press Aram down until he’s seated, even as Lucien does the same to me. We’re close enough that our broad shoulders touch, the hair on our arms rubbing together sensuously. Our legs are spread, pressing my knee against his. And suddenly, both our cocks are again buried in the tight, moist confines of our respective lover’s throat.
Aram’s hand finds mine and we grip and pull against each like we’re arm wrestling. I turn my head only to find his dark gaze already on me. Our lips collide in a searing kiss that is also a battle for dominance. And yet, the effect is intensely sexual. I suddenly feel more his equal than competitor. Two tops enjoying the attention from two very sexy bottoms.
But I soon learn that Lucien has his own plans for me.
As Aram and I continue to make out, the wet sounds of Mikey throating the freakishly thick cock before him fills the air, dirty, sexy. Lucien is expertly worshipping my balls until he suddenly lifts my legs and shifts his attention to my taint, tongue swirling, teeth biting, making me moan into Aram’s mouth.
I break the kiss when Lucien’s tongue presses against my hole. “OHHH!” I’d witnessed him unraveling Mikey under his masterful attentions but never thought he’d turn those skills on me. And holy fuck was he good! Better than good… “Oh god…MMM!”
Although I want to watch Mikey pleasuring Aram, Lucien’s talented tongue demands all my attention. I instinctively grab my legs behind the knee and lift them tight against my hairy torso, giving him unfettered access to drive me insane like he’d done to my fiancé. Lucien moans against my hole at my eagerness, my unbridled lust. Aram’s chuckle at my action barely registers.
It feels like every nerve ending in my body is suddenly radiating from my ass. All my other senses fail me. I can barely breathe. I can only feel. Lucien’s mouth on my ass. Lucien’s tongue doing things to me I’ve never imagined. Lucien is setting my body on fire, destroying me.
Suddenly, I feel an orgasm approaching, unbidden, nothing touching my achingly hard cock. “Holy shit…LUCIEN!” My voice sounds ragged to my ears, mewling, desperate. “Oh FUCK!” I shout, my entire body trembling uncontrollably. If my eyes rolled back in my head, my mind sent into orbit, I would see Mikey lift his head from Aram’s thick shaft to watch my undoing.
Mike’s POV
As much as I’m loving Aram’s huge cock down my throat…holy fuck this man is hot!...I can’t help pausing to watch my Stan contorted in pleasure. I know all too well what he’s experiencing. It was only an hour ago…how is that possible?...that Lucien was devouring my ass. To say he’s good at it is like saying Michelangelo was good at sculpture.
I doubt there was a single person, man, woman, or other, who could compete with his talented tongue. And my hunk of a man is quickly brought to the brink by just a tongue shoved up his ass. Judging my how firmly Lucien’s wide-open mouth is pressed against Stan’s hole, I’d say he has the length of his tongue embedded deep in my fiancé.
Suddenly, Stan’s body starts quivering and he shouts “FUCK!” like he’s in pain. And perhaps there is some pain involved. But what happens next is a sudden blast of my love’s precious seed. The thick, white streak paints a line over all that glorious fur-covered muscle from crotch to neck. Lucien isn’t done. Hell, he’s barely begun.
Watching our hot French valet continuing to devour my fiancé’s beefy ass has my own hole tingling. I look up at Aram, who’s clearly amused at witnessing Stan’s hands-free orgasm. “It’s time for me to ride that monster, Daddy,” I purr. Aram’s gaze snaps back to me, his eyes quickly hooded with lust. I shiver under his gaze. This hot-as-fuck man is sex incarnate, and I need him inside me…now.
I slowly climb the mountain that is Aram’s body, my hands and mouth luxuriating in his muscles and fur. Although he’s a bit shorter than me, and several inches below Stan’s towering height, the imposing bulk makes him seem larger than life. Dangerous. And that’s not even including his massively girthy cock. And while I can’t get enough of Stan’s luxurious golden body hair, there is something so sexy about Aram’s closely manscaped black fur.
I settle onto Aram’s lap, our achingly hard cocks pressed together, mine feeling small comparatively. The position presses my leg against Stan, his eyes opening at the touch. He looks in my direction, eyes unfocused and dreamy, like he’s drunk or high. Damn, Lucien is good! And I should know…his tongue unraveled me just a short while ago. Holy shit…is he going to fuck my Stan too?
Stan’s mouth moves as he tries to form words, but all that comes out is a guttural moan. I smile down at my beautiful man until Aram pulls my attention back in a fierce embrace. God he’s so strong! Our mouths lock, tongues dueling, as he begins grinding his crotch against mine.
Aram lifts my hips up until his cock springs free, tall and proud. He presses down until I’m seated on his groin, the thick shaft now snaking up my back. We both know what we want, what we need. But neither of us is in a rush. Yet.
With powerful arms wrapping around me, Aram pulls me down until our torsos are pressed together. Stan is blessed with gorgeous, beefy muscles, but Aram’s feel different…harder, imposing. It’s like being pressed against flesh-covered stone. Radiating intense body heat, but with no give, unforgiving. I have a feeling that’s how he’s going to fuck me…hard, relentless.
Aram’s hands slide down my back, roughly kneading my ass. I moan into his mouth as fingers start pulling and prodding at the hole. Breaking our kiss, he brings a hand up to my mouth. “Get them wet, Boy.” His accent is a mixture of French and…something else, exotic. So fucking sexy.
I obediently open my mouth and he shoves in three meaty fingers. I moan deeply as I slobber on his hand. “That’s it…show me what a little slut you are for me.” I risk a glance at Stan, but he’s lost in the intensity of Lucien opening his hole, now with tongue and fingers. Holy shit…he is going to fuck him!
Aram’s free hand lightly slaps my face. “Eyes on me, Boy. I’ll give you back to him…when I’m done.” He glances over at Stan, who now has three of Lucien’s fingers twisting slowly in his hole. Chuckling, Aram turns back to me. “And after he’s had his ass wrecked by Lucien.” Oh my god…what have we gotten ourselves into. And on our last night in Paris!
Satisfied his fingers are sufficiently wet, Aram returns to playing with my hole. I gasp as two thick digits are roughly shoved inside me. “Don’t expect me to be gentle with you, Boy.” He quickly adds a third as his other hand cups the back of my head and pulls me into another intense kiss. My moans and whimpers compete with Stan’s.
Stan’s POV
Lucien is ruining me. Seriously, my ass has never had this much attention. Even when he starts introducing a finger, then two, his tongue is still doing magical things to the sensitive folds. How is it possible that he’s pushing it in alongside his fingers? Fuck…my cock is as hard as it’s ever been, even after just cumming hands-free.
Three fingers are now slowly plunging in and out of my canal, twisting back and forth. His mouth is on my balls, making me squirm, taking me close to the edge again. And I suddenly realize where this is going. Where this was always going. And I also realize that I want it. Badly. “Please…Lucien…I need…OHHH…god…please…”
With his fingers continuing their deliciously slow movement, Lucien sits up, a mischievous grin on his face. “And what is it you need, my sexy daddy?” He briefly takes my cock to the root, then pops up. “Tell me what you need, chéri. I know already…I will give it to you. But you need to say it. Beg me for it.”
Lucien glances over at the pair next to us and chuckles. “Even as Monsieur Mike is begging to be impaled on Aram’s giant pole with those desperate moans.” He takes my cock again then quickly releases me. “You both are hotter anyone I’ve ever met. So sexy…so needy…so slutty.”
I glance over at Mike, held tightly by our hugely muscular chauffer. Holy shit! He has three fingers practically shoved down his throat. And Mike’s moaning like he’s in heat. Between the scene next to me and Lucien’s attention, I feel like I’m drunk, high, or both. Delirious with lust. And I can’t resist anymore. I don’t want to.
“Please…MMMM…Lucien…please take me.” His fingers speed up. “FUCK! God yes…I need…OHHH…your cock. PLEASE!” I’m shocked by the pitch of my voice, whiney, desperate.
“Now that wasn’t too difficult, was it?” Lucien grasps the base of my cock with one hand as he slowly withdraws his fingers from my hole and lines up his long, thick cock. The tip dances deliciously against my now-sensitive rim. I moan in anticipation, making him chuckle. And I hear myself begging again.
His voice dips low, sexy. “I live to serve, chéri.”
I feel the pressure build against my entrance, and I make a silent plea that he’ll go slow on the entry, like he was with Mike. Even though I know that was intended to drive Mike wild with need…and succeeded. But I’ve never taken a cock as big as Lucien’s. As turned on as I am, I hope he’ll be gentle, at least at first.
Once again, Lucien has other plans.
Mike’s POV
After a few minutes of Aram’s fingers aggressively working my hole, he yanks them free, making me gasp again. “I told you, Boy. I won’t be gentle. But I will take you to places you’ve never been before.” And with that, he lines up the head of his impossibly thick shaft and shoves half of it inside me with one powerful upward thrust.
“HOLY SHIT!” I push hard against Aram’s chest, raising my torso away from him. The shift pushes more of his monster cock inside me. I start a gentle rocking motion, breath ragged, willing away the pain, knowing the pleasure will come soon. It has to. “Fuck…oh shit…you’re…fucking THICK…fuck…” Thankfully…surprisingly, he stays still. I’ve never been stretched like this before.
But Aram’s patience is limited. He places his large hands on my shoulders and lunges his hips up again, impaling me with the rest of his thick cock. “ARGH!” I groan. Loudly. Is this what Lucien felt, having me and Stan penetrating him together? No…Aram isn’t quite as thick as those two cocks. Damn, Lucien…I can’t imagine being stretched any more than this. Can I?
Knowing that the pain will only be eased by moving, I slowly raise my hips a few inches then, just as slowly, reseat myself on Aram’s shaft. Again and again, slowly building speed. Despite his claims of not being gentle, he allows me a few minutes. But only a few.
Then he takes over.
Stan’s POV
As Lucien settles the head of his cock at my entrance, the anticipation both exhilarating and scary, a pained moan from Mike draws my attention. He’s clearly just been impaled by the thickest shaft I’m sure either of us has ever seen. My concern dissipates as my sexy fiancé starts to slowly move up and down. How he’s taking Aram’s monster is beyond me…but clearly not beyond him. God he’s sexy!
Lucien quickly regains my attention by impaling me in one mighty thrust. “HOLY FUCK…” He holds still for a moment, allowing my insides to adjust to the long, thick invader, before slowly withdrawing then slams back in. Harder than the first stroke. “OHHH! Gods, Lucien…MMM…what…the…FUCK!”
“I was gentle with your beloved. He is beautiful, to be cherished.” Another powerful lunge. I’m seeing stars! “But you, Daddy. You’re a big…” SLAM “…strong…” SLAM “hairy…” SLAM “man.” Despite my thrashing, Lucien firmly holds me in place as he plunders my ass at an ever-increasing pace. I know the pain will turn to pleasure…and I’m desperately hoping that will come soon.
“You, chéri, I will treat like a wild horse needing to be tamed.” Lucien barely misses a beat as he slowly stands, lifting my legs up tight against his smooth, muscular chest. Grunting with each thrust, he begins to jackhammer me. “And…I WILL…fucking…TAME…you!”
He’s relentless, vicious. Exquisite! Despite the incredible power of his thrusts, pain is soon replaced by intense pleasure. My cock, which had gone limp, was roaring back to life as Lucien ravaged me. Realizing my cock, all 8.5 inches, is not only hard again…it’s standing straight up, throbbing, Lucien chuckles darkly.
A river of precum runs down my thick shaft, pooling in the dense patch of hair at the base. My eyes roll back in my head, the intensity overwhelming me. In a hoarse voice, Lucien murmurs, “Don’t tell me you are this easy to tame, chéri! I was expecting more of a challenge with someone like you."
Suddenly taking my shaft in a strangle hold, I gasp as Lucien just as quickly releases it. “I’d say I’m disappointed, but how can I? The feel of your tight hole, watching you come undone for me, knowing you’ve never taken a cock as big as mine. You are made for me, mon amour. Perhaps even more than Monsieur Mike.” His voice lowers into a sultry, accented whisper. “And he is so very fun…with the twins, with me, with Aram.”
Lucien maintains a brutal pace, and yet he’s barely breaking a sweat. I shudder, realizing he’s not giving me everything he’s got…yet. Can I take it if he does? And holy shit…I feel myself building up to another orgasm. Impossibly, bigger than the last. Bone-rattling, earth-shaking, life-changing.
This sexy valet really is going to break me into a million pieces.
Mike’s POV
Stan’s desperate, needy moans are driving me nearly as insane as Aram’s powerful lunges. I was right…this man is a sex machine. I don’t know how he’s managing the rapid-fire pistoning while I’m riding on top. Apparently those huge muscles aren’t just for show. And that includes the thick muscle wreaking delicious havoc on my ass. I won’t be able to sit for a week…and we have a long flight home tomorrow.
As it turns out, this stud is only just getting warmed up…damn!
After piledriving me for what feels like hours, pushing me close to the precipice multiple times, Aram sits up and pulls me tight to his chest. I don’t have long to wonder what he’s planning. His hands move to cup my ass as he leans forward, pressing his chest again mine, slowly lifting us both off the sofa. “Wrap your legs around my waist, Boy.”
Suddenly, I’m hanging onto Aram’s beefy body for dear life. “OH FUCK!” I shriek as gravity pushes the beer-can cock even deeper inside me, pain and pleasure vying for dominance. Although I’m a bit taller than he is, I feel like a child in his powerful arms. Clinging to his muscular torso, the coating of short hair scrapes deliciously against my smooth skin.
My arms wrap desperately around Aram’s shoulders, our mouths collide, tongues dueling. He starts bouncing me on his cock, gently at first, my body swinging like a pendulum. As he picks up the speed and force of his thrusts, the sounds of clapping flesh and desperate moans fill the air. And that’s not just from our athletic coupling.
I don’t think I’ve ever heard Stan make noises like that before.
Stan’s POV
Eyes glazed with lust, I’m awash in a mix of pain and pleasure as Lucien jackhammers my ass with his big cock. We’re about the same size in that department, so I’m understanding why Mikey likes me to fuck him so much. The stretch is exquisite. And being plowed by this sexy, muscular Frenchman is bringing me to the brink of another massive orgasm.
Sensing increased movement next to us, I glance over at my fiancé. What I see makes my cock throb and shoot a small string of precum. Or did I just fucking cum again? Shit. With seemingly little effort, Aram is lifting Mikey off the couch, his thick cock deeply embedded.
Slowly, beefy muscles flexing, Aram manages to stand with Mike’s arms and legs wrapped around his massively body. Mike shrieks in pain and pleasure as he visibly sinks lower on the thick appendage buried in his ass.
Aram begins a slow bouncing movement that quickly has Mike moaning even as their lips press together in a passionate kiss. Picking up speed, my fiancé is soon slamming into Aram’s hips, the chauffer’s huge balls bouncing with each jarring thrust. Mike is clinging to the intensely masculine man like his life depends on it. And moaning desperately as he approaches his own mind-blowing orgasm.
Suddenly, a hand slaps my cock…hard. “FUCK! Fuck…that hurt!”
I turn my gaze back to Lucien, his face flushed with exertion and…something else. “C’est VRAI, they are very HOT together, chéri, but SO are WE.” He accentuates his words with a hard jab of his cock deep inside me. “You are too big for me to do the same as our muscular chauffer, I think. But I will still have your attention.”
Lucien slowly stands, lifting my hips with him so his thick cock remained inside me. When he’s at his full height, only my head and shoulders remain on the couch. Fuck he’s strong! I suddenly realize he could probably hoist me up like Aram just did to Mike. But then the thrusts resume and all coherent thoughts flee.
With his arms wrapped firmly around my calves, biceps bulging with the effort, Lucien pulls back until just the head remains inside. Then he slams back in, making me moan…loudly. He quickly sets a punishing pace, the sound of skin slapping together adding to the lewd noises created to Mike and Aram’s coupling. Fuck…is that me whimpering and whining in a high pitch?
Lucien spreads my legs wide, making me feel even more exposed, vulnerable, aroused. Our eyes meet, his glazed with lust as mine must be. “Je veux te regarder tandis que tu te défais.” I briefly wonder what that means…until he renews his assault on my tight hole.
I reach for my cock, needing some relief, but Lucien stops with me a command. “Non! You will not touch yourself. Clasp your hands behind your head. Surrender to me.” I resist for only a moment before submitting to his powerful presence. The move flexes my biceps and exposing my hairy underarms. He licks his lips hungrily.
Impossibly, Lucien’s thrusts increase in speed and strength, his hips a blur. Each stroke rakes against my prostate, making me moan and tremble. My cock is swaying like a metronome as my body is rocked, sending sprays of precum left and right. He murmurs huskily, “Magnifique.”
I’m shaking uncontrollably as a second…or maybe third…orgasm rapidly approaches. “Arrêt! You will release with me and not before!” Fuck! I’m so close…but at his command, I will myself to hold. My cock is flowing like a spigot, spasming, ready to blow. And I’m pinned down, unable to touch myself, just from his intense gaze.
Mike’s POV
Stan has power-fucked me. He’s even fucked me standing up like this. But nothing prepared me for the pinnacle of masculine sexuality that is Aram. His meaty hands are like paws, digging into my flesh possessively as he holds me aloft for the pummeling of my life. With Stan, there is always love. With Aram, it is only lust. Intense lust and power. His mouth is just as demanding, taking, devouring. And that cock…god, that cock!
As thick as a beer can, with a slight upward curve, Aram’s iron-hard shaft is hitting my prostate with every lunge. My cock smears a stream of juices as the carpet of closely cropped hair on his ripped stomach teases my shaft, trapped between our heaving bodies, approaches orgasm. Inexorable.
“Fuck…Aram…OHHH GOD…I’m so…oh fuck…CLOSE!” He shifts his hold on me, nearly letting me fall. Instead, I find my back once again resting on the sofa next to Stan and Lucien as they clearly approach their own violent release. Aram moves my hands from his neck and pins them against the back of the sofa. As he leans in, his cock fully embedded in my canal, he takes my mouth viciously. Is that blood I taste?
Aram grabs my legs and holds them high in the air. “Don’t move your hands…” He pulls his cock all the way out then slams it in again. “Not to touch yourself...” Slam. “Not to touch me…” Slam. “Not your man…” Slam. He sneers, so sexy. “Look at you two…” Slam. “Sluts…” Slam. “Fucking…sluts!” Faster and faster, harder and harder.
I risk a quick glance to the side and find Stan looking at me. His eyes are hooded, dreamy. I notice his arms are behind his head, held there by an invisible force just like mine. Stan smiles, then winces as Lucien jabs him viciously. God he’s beautiful. His muscular, hairy chest is heaving, cock so hard it looks painful, swollen, red, angry.
Knowing we’re doing this together, knowing that our bond won’t be broken by this or anything, feeling the love radiating between us, I turn back to Aram, fully submitting to his dominance. My eyes lock onto the swarthy stud plowing my hole, I whimper, “Fuck me, sir. Please…make me yours.”
Suddenly, both my and Stan’s legs are spread in a wide V, our ankles crossing each other. Aram and Lucien make eye contact. It’s Lucien who speaks first. “Let’s see who can make their bitch cum first. Hands-free, bien sûr.” Aram just nods
I thought this stud was fucking me as hard as he could. I was wrong. Both he and Lucien redouble their effort in a powerful display of masculinity and power. Their thrusts become synched, the loud slapping of flesh on each stroke into our tight canals sounding like explosions. I’m seeing stars, and both Stan and I are moaning non-stop, increasing in volume and pitch with each brutal thrust.
Stan’s hand reaches out in desperation, and I take it, an electrical connection that should be shooting sparks. We’re both about to… “OHHH MY FUCKING GOD!” Stan shouts. I’m too far gone to focus, my eyes blurred with lust, but there’s no ignoring the huge volley of cum that erupts from my fiancé’s huge shaft, arching at least three feet in the air.
“FUCK FUCK FUCK!” Stan’s body is thrashing with the intensity of his orgasm, but our hands remain locked tight. And Lucien doesn’t stop his assault. Neither does Aram. If anything, both speed up their bruising thrusts. How much more do they have to give us? I’ll soon learn to regret that question. “Oh god…oh god…please…no…OHHH!”
It sounds like Stan is still orgasming. The desperate sounds he’s making, accompanying Aram’s cock drilling deep inside me, sets off my own climax. “Stan…I can’t…OH FUCK…I’m…oh god…don’t stop…don’t…OHHHH!” With my hands still invisibly pinned against the headboard, my cock explodes, with shots reaching up Aram’s heaving torso before raining down on my own. It’s not as visually spectacular as Stan’s blast, but I’m having an out-of-body experience.
With Stan and I both quivering messes, Aram and Lucien continue pounding our asses. Suddenly, they groan in unison as they bury their big shafts in our holes. As thick as Aram’s cock is, I feel it impossibly swell as he fills me with what feels like a gallon of spend. His back arches, driving his pelvis against me, reaching as deep as possible. I feel like I should be tasting his cum at the back of my throat.
Both virile men have claimed us, marked us, and yet my bond to Stan has never been stronger. Our clasped hands represent more than the touch of lovers. They’re a physical manifestation of the love between us.
Aram, his cock still throbbing inside me, leans in to take my mouth in a kiss that starts rough but softens into something sensuous, surprisingly affectionate. We moan softly as tongues dance, saliva mingling. I’m vaguely aware of similar noises coming from Stan and Lucien next to us.
As our tender kiss continues, Aram lets his softening cock slowly fall from my abused but happy hole, a stream of his spend leaking onto the sofa. Coming up for air, I murmur tiredly, “I hope we won’t be charged an extra cleaning fee, Lucien…” We all chuckle at that, fatigue keeping things subdued.
Until Aram lifts up from my embrace. “Lucien, mon ami, I think we should switch partners, don’t you? I’m think you’ve opened up Monsieur Stan enough for me. And I need more.” Lucien just chuckles darkly. And holy shit, both studs are getting hard again.
I turn to Stan and meet his equally wide-eyed gaze. “Holy fuck…” he mouths to me. I respond, equally silently. “I love you.”
On to round two with Aram…but I’ve lost count where we are with Lucien. And all the other hotties we’ve…met on this trip. La vie Parisienne!