San Francisco
Part 17

As he faced me, Spencer placed his large, strong hands squarely on my shoulders, and revealed a row of perfect, sparkling pearlies as he gazed into my eyes. Willie was standing just behind his tall, dark-haired bud, and grinning like a Cheshire cat that hadn't yet eaten the canary, but was eagerly looking forward to it.

"Daniel," Spencer began, "you're keeping something from us. We've just checked out your nudie pics, and we get the impression that you're not exactly a shrinking violet."

"Depends on who I'm with."

"Answer me honestly, Daniel... do you feel at home here with Willie and me?"

"Sure. You guys are way cool."

"So what's the problem?"

"There's a problem? What problem?"

"I get the feeling you're not being yourself, at least not completely."

I found myself focusing on Spencer's full, rosy, kissable lips, then being gradually drawn toward their magnetic charm. A few seconds later, our eyes closed as our mouths locked together, and our writhing tongues danced to the rhythm of our beating hearts. It wasn't an aggressive kiss, or a highly erotic kiss... it was more of a gentle, romantic, lingering, blissful kiss that began to weaken my knees.

Spencer's hands had drifted from my shoulders down to my narrow waist. From there, they began to explore the contours of my buns, and grab handfuls of them. He was maybe four inches taller than me, so my head was tilted back as we kissed. He was in control. He had the power.

Meanwhile, my hands were travelling up and down the length of his rippling lats; feeling the awesome strength of the windsurfer's muscles that had been honed to perfection out on San Francisco Bay.

"Well?" he asked after our mouths had separated.

It took a moment for my eyes to travel from his shiny, wet lips up to his smiling eyes, then a few moments more before I knew quite what to say. "Whoa!"

"Meaning?"

"Where did you learn to kiss like that?"

"Same place you learned to pose, I guess. Kinda came naturally."

"I know this sounds kinda dumb," I laughed, "but I'm half expecting you to pick me up and carry me somewhere. Pretty weird, huh?"

"Where would you like to be carried?"

"I was kidding."

"I'm not." And with that, Spencer scooped me into his powerful arms and headed for the stairs. "You coming, Willie?"

"This is fucking ridiculous!" I protested.

"Why?"

"'Cause you're treating me like some wussy girl or whatever!"

"Serves you right for swooning when I kissed you."

"Swoon? Who the fuck swooned! I didn't sw..." But my protest was momentarily interrupted as I was dumped on the bed, which bounced a couple of times. "...oon."

"You swooned, Daniel. Admit it." Then Spencer turned to Willie who had just entered the bedroom. "Did you see Daniel swoon?"

"Yep... with my very own eyes."

"Hey, you guys! What the fuck's going on here? You saw my pics. You said I looked macho... bordering on aggro! Anyway, what's this all about? What the hell have you assholes got planned?"

Instead of answering, Spencer laid down beside me, cradled my chin in his hand, and kissed me tenderly again. At first, I was tempted to struggle, then felt an overpowering urge to submit. Me? Submit? But it was like I had no choice... as if he had some sorta magic influence that caused me to chill out, even though I could feel my heart thumping like a Salvation Army bass drum.

The next thing I knew, Willie was on the other side of me, licking my ear and sending his hot breath over my skin.

"Spencer? Willie? What's going on?"

"Shhhhh. Just relax."

"Yeah, right," I said as a small army of lips and tongues explored my ears, eyes, mouth, and whatever else they could find before moving south to my chest and fleshy, brown nipples. Then I saw the funny side. "Twins!" I cracked as I held their heads to my pecs like some mother feeding her babies.

"You like things that come in pairs?" Willie asked during a brief pause from sucking my left nipple.

"Pairs? Whaddaya mean pairs? You mean like earlier today in the kitchen? Oh, no! Not that! No way! Hey! Are you guys thinking about... I mean... up my ass?"

"Relax, Daniel." Then both guys rolled over onto their backs and started pissing themselves laughing.

"What do you think we are? Sex maniacs?" Spencer eventually asked. "Anyway, two dicks in one ass is a physical impossibility."

"Yeah, right. You'll think of a way. And if you don't, Willie will!"

Once the guys had resumed kissing, licking, and sucking my pits, chest, and abs, I relaxed again, and waited impatiently for them to arrive at my aching balls and throbber. But, nope. It was not to be. They bypassed my family jewels, and worked their way down my legs until they arrived at my feet, where they began to nibble my toes. It was such an incredible sight, that I lifted my upper bod and rested on my elbows to get a better view.

"Why are you doing that?" I asked.

"'Cause you have sexy feet."

"Jeez! They're only feet for cryin' out loud."

"Nothing about you is "only", Daniel. You're completely edible. And your skin is such a delicious golden color. You obviously spend a lotta time naked in the sun. You don't even have a tan line "

"Hey! There's a couple of tastier bits I could seriously recommend, dudes."

"Don't be impatient, Daniel. We'll get there. Meantime, you wanna roll over?"

I turned my head sideways, and rested my right cheek on my folded arms as the guys' fingers, lips and tongues made sensuous love to my shoulders and back. About a minute later, I felt two pairs of lips kissing my butt. Instinctively, I spread my legs so that at least one of the tongues could access my hole. But, nope. The busy lips and tongues travelled slowly down the backs of my legs 'til they arrived at the soles of my feet.

"Stop that!" I squirmed, then felt two strong hands grip my ankles.

"A little ticklish are we, Daniel?"

"Stop it!" I demanded, but couldn't help giggling my fucking tits off. "Stop tickling me, dammit!" Then I rolled over onto my back, and saw that it was Spencer who had hold of my ankles. I watched him raise my legs, then bend them so that my knees were hovering just above my chest. "What are you gonna do now?"

Spencer flashed his killer smile for a moment, then lowered his handsome face, which disappeared behind my nads. A second later, I could feel his warm, wet tongue licking and probing my ass. Hmmm. I had no argument with that. Felt totally fucking wicked, actually.

While Spencer was busy sending me to seventh heaven, Willie positioned himself just behind my head so that his balls and monster meat were dangling just above my eyes. I took a moment to admire the perfect symmetry of his juice-filled hangers, and the shape of his thick, cut boner with its large, bulbous head.

There was a string of shiny pre-cum suspended from his pisshole, so I reached for his rock-hard shaft and bent his throbber down until I could smear the salty jizz over my lips. Then I placed my hands on his butt and brought him forward slightly so that his aromatic hangers were brushing against my face. Woohoo! I could smell the warm, spicy scent of his crotch and ass, so I took a couple of deep sniffs and allowed the sexy fragrance to work it's intoxicating magic on my reeling senses.

Using a little more pressure on his butt, I encouraged Willie to move forward another inch or two. Then I spread his buns and tongued the spongy muscle of his tasty, wrinkled rosebud.

While I was busy enjoying the aromas and tastes of Willie's ass and balls, there was something else going on at Spencer's end. I couldn't see anything 'cause my face was full of Willie's goodies, but I could hear the sound of spitting. Then I felt a wet finger enter my hole. Yikes! A moment later, there was more spitting, then two fingers in my hole. Hello?

I had one of Willie's succulent balls stuffed in my mouth when I heard Spencer ask me if I was ready, so I made a circle with my thumb and forefinger and gave him the OK signal. Then I returned my hand to Willie's smooth butt, and slid my finger into his spit-moistened rosebud.

After Spencer had rested my lower legs on his shoulders, then slowly eased the swollen head of his pulsating seven inches into my tight hole, Willie was arranging a pillow under my shoulderblades so that my head would be tilted back. I didn't need to be a fucking brain surgeon to figure that I was about to be porked at both ends, but, hey, it was a quiet night... I had nothing else planned. Besides, Spencer and Willie were a couple of major hunks. Woohoo!

Willie was kinda impatient, though. His monster was already pummeling the fuck outa my tonsils while Spencer was still easing the full length of his rock-hard whopper into my butt. Then, as he clutched at my thighs, he paused a moment to let my ass muscles get used to the invasion.

Within about a minute, both boners were being thrust for all they were worth. Willie's flat hands were resting on my chest as his pelvis kept sending his meat to the back of my throat. And with each forward movement, his balls would collide with the bridge of my nose before retreating for the next assault.

Watching the hard muscle on the underside of Willie's shiny, spit-lubed shaft gliding backwards and forwards between my tight lips -- together with his nads swaying to and fro just above my eyes -- was totally outasight -- bordering on the unbelievable -- especially while, at the same time, I could feel Spencer's aggro meat pumping the hell outa my ass, and his nads slapping against my skin with each grunt and shove.

Willie was first to offload as my tongue lashed his ultra-sensitive cockhead. He let out a wild, blood-curdling yell, squeezed the fuck outa my pecs while his ass muscles squeezed my finger, then rammed his throbber half way to my navel as a giant wad of thick, sticky juice shot down my throat. Another quickly followed it, and another. At the same time, his tight, cum-laden balls, which were hugging the base of his shaft, kept crashing into my face.

I was still trying to swallow his relentless torrent of gooey but delicious juice when I felt Spencer's fingers dig deeper into the flesh of my thighs. Then I heard him groan, "Ohhhhhhh! I'm cummin', I'm cummin'!"

Whoa! He wasn't fucking kidding! It was like my whole insides were being gradually filled by gallons of warm, creamy jizz each time he pushed his exploding rod as far forward as the damn thing would go.

After Spencer had fired the last of his many wads, and with his boner still jammed inside me, he leaned forward to kiss me. But Willie's slowly-deflating meat was still stuffed in my mouth, so Spencer kissed me on the cheeks and chin instead.

"You look kinda interesting," he grinned. "Willie's wicked willie kinda suits you. I wish I had the digital camera here."

"Hmmppphhh."

"You feel like a Jack Daniels and cola?"

As I nodded, Willie's semi began to retreat from my mouth 'til the high ridge of its knob parted my lips even further. Then I watched his satisfied cock dangle in mid air. "You give awesome head, Daniel," he smiled down at me.

With my mouth now vacant, Spencer placed his lips gently against mine and spent a few moments kissing me. Then he raised his head. "You still taste of Willie's cum. I'd know that taste anywhere. Mmmm. Yum!"

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