“Maybe I could do it starting next weekend. I could take the Friday afternoon train, and come back on Tuesday or Wednesday.”
“Or on Thursday, or later,” Marc suggested. “Why rush it? You may as well give yourself a nice long visit, so you and your mother can spend some time together and catch up.”
“Then I’ll go on Friday,” Ghislaine declared, decisively. “I don’t know how long I’ll stay. I’ll decide that, later, and let you know. Can’t you come with me?”
“I’d love to,” Marc lied. “But I have work to do next weekend. I may even go in to the office, on Saturday or Sunday. I won’t mind doing that, if you won’t be here. It’ll keep me from getting bored, without you.”
“You work too hard.”
“No, just hard enough. And you know that one of the reasons I do it is so you can enjoy yourself. Yes, you go to Toulouse, ma cherie, and have a good time. Give your mother my love. Tell her we’ll see her at Christmastime, definitely.”
A weekend—and more—without his wife! This was a gift from heaven, and Marc had no intention of squandering it. He soon got busy on his cellphone.
His first call was to Albert.
“How’s it hanging?” he asked his black fuck buddy, crudely.
“I could use a hot mouth or ass to shove it into,” Albert responded, just as lewdly. “Why? Are you volunteering?”
“You bet I am. My wife’s going to be out of town again, next weekend,” Marc said. “Can you make some excuse, and come to my place for a few hours on Saturday evening?”
“I don’t know,” Albert replied. “I’d like to. But what the hell am I supposed to tell my wife?”
“I’ve already thought about that. Tell her you have to install an especially elaborate sound system, and because the customer is spending so much money, your boss agreed that you’d do it outside of usual business hours.”
“Well … I’ve got to admit … that does sound plausible. Not the first time it’s happened, actually.”
“Just don’t forget to take your tool box with you, when you leave your place.”
“What do you think I am, stupid?”
“I’m just trying to make sure all the bases are covered. Now, listen. Do you like threesomes?”
“You bet I do. I love them! What’s not to like?”
“I want this to be a real orgy,” Marc declared, salaciously. “I’m going to hire this really hot escort whom I’ve hired before, from an agency. He’s a gorgeous young blond number who’ll do anything. Suck, fuck, rim—you name it. The boy is a goddamn sex machine.”
“Shit! That sounds exciting. But I can’t afford to pay for sex.”
“You won’t have to. It’s my treat. Oh, and I’m throwing in dinner, too, so don’t eat at home on Saturday night. Trust me, I’m not a bad cook. I’ll expect you here at eight, and you plan on spending at least three or four hours at my house—okay?”
“Talk about an offer a guy can’t refuse,” Albert grumbled, good-naturedly. “Damn. I wouldn’t miss this for anything! It’s a date.”
The moment he and Albert hung up, Marc called the escort service. To his delight, Gino was on phone duty.
“Hi, Gino. It’s me again—Marc Remy.”
“It’s always good to hear from you, Monsieur Remy. What can I do for you today?” Gino asked.
“Saturday night,” Marc began to say. He could hear the excitement in his own voice, and he fought to maintain some semblance of self-control. “I mean, this upcoming Saturday night. I want to book Dimitri.”
“He’s available then. So—I take it your first time with him was satisfactory?”
“Oh, it was more than satisfactory.”
“I’m so glad.”
“This is a special occasion, so I’m sparing no expense. I want to hire Dimitri for an overnighter, starting at eight on Saturday evening. Tell him I’ll make him dinner, and brunch on Sunday morning. So he might want to bring along his toothbrush, and a change of clothes.”
“Will do,” Gino promised. “I’m starting to feel envious!”
“Ah—one thing more, Gino. I’ve invited a third guy, a buddy of mine. It’s going to be a threesome. Do you charge extra, when one of your boys is expected to take care of more than one customer?”
“No, not at all,” Gino assured Marc, smoothly. “We charge strictly by the hour—or, in this case, our standard overnight rate. But of course, if Dmitri keeps providing more than satisfactory service, you might think about increasing his tip, accordingly. That’s between you and him.”
“Of course,” Marc agreed. “One other thing. My friend is a really good-looking black guy, with muscles out to here, and a huge cock. He likes to fuck. I know Dimitri is a Russian. Can I assume that he doesn’t have any racial prejudices?”
“God, now I’m really envious! Too bad I’m on duty here on Saturday night,” Gino joked. “Listen—in our line of work, a guy has to take what comes,” he pointed out, more seriously. “Dimitri is very professional, and he really enjoys his work. He doesn’t discriminate. But I’ll have a word with him, so he’ll know exactly what to expect.” There was a brief pause. “Okay, I’ve got everything entered into the computer. You’re all set.”
“Thank you, Gino. I don’t know what I’d do without you. Sometime, you and I are going to have to go out on a date.”
“Hmm, I may hold you to that. You might be pleasantly surprised. I’m no Dimitri, but I’m not exactly repulsive, if I do say so myself.”
During the next few days, Marc seemed to be in a fever of erotic anticipation. He was surprised that Ghislaine suspected nothing. On Friday, he drove her to the train station, and saw her off. Then Marc had only Friday night, and Saturday morning and afternoon to suffer through, before the homosexual debauch which he had so carefully planned for Saturday night.
Albert showed up at Marc’s house first—wearing his blue jumpsuit, and carrying his tool box.
“This is such a farce,” he complained, as Marc let him in. “Lying to my wife—it bothers me.”
“You’ll get used to it. Relax,” Marc urged him. “Sit down. Have some wine. And listen to some music. I love the new system, by the way.”
“Where’s the whore boy?” Albert asked, bluntly.
“He’ll be here, any minute now. He’s a good kid. Be nice to him.”
Dimitri was punctual. He pulled into the driveway, behind Albert’s car, exactly one minute before eight.
Marc introduced his guests to each other, and served them wine.
“Dinner will be ready in a few minutes,” Marc promised. “Why don’t you guys find some music, to put on?”
Albert and Dimitri conferred together, and they chose the recording of Mozart’s Don Giovanni, interestingly enough.
“I like opera,” Dimitri remarked.
“I can take it or leave it—but this is cool,” Albert said, as the overture began.
Marc served salad and bouillabaisse as the first courses, accompanied by thick pieces of bread torn from a freshly baked round loaf, and buttered. The main course was stuffed pasta shells and sausages, slathered in a thick, rich tomato sauce with garlic and onion, and garnished with grated cheese.
To Marc’s delight, his two guests ate with genuine, uninhibited hunger, using pieces of the bread to sop up the residue on their plates. For dessert, Marc produced an elegant little almond cake, store bought from a fancy bakery which Ghislaine often patronized.
They had their coffee in the living room, while Marc explained the story of the opera to Albert. “Spoiler alert. Don Giovanni gets dragged down to hell, at the end,” he said.
“Why?” Albert asked.
Marc shrugged. “Divine retribution for his sins.”
“From what you’ve told me, and what I’ve heard so far, the dude is a horny bastard, that’s all,” Albert quipped. “Going to hell—that seems like a pretty harsh punishment, for having a stiff prick and knowing what to do with it.”
“I couldn’t agree more,” Marc sai
d. “Hey—do you guys want to snort some coke?”
“If it’s the same good stuff I had the last time I was here—bring it on,” Albert said.
Dimitri, Marc noticed, snorted the coke with real enthusiasm. So did Albert.
“Why don’t we get undressed?” Marc suggested, during the second act of the opera.
Soon, all three men were naked, their clothes strewn over the living room floor.
“Stay put for now,” Marc suggested. “Excuse me for a minute.” He fetched a bottle of water-based gel lubricant and a box of condoms from his bedroom.
Albert was sitting beside Dimitri on the couch, listening to the music. They were both stoned—as was their host. Marc put a condom on Albert’s erect cock, coated the latex with the lubricant, and then, shamelessly, he sat on Albert’s dick.
“Shove it up into me,” Marc insisted. “Oh, yeah—give me that big, black cock. Let me sit on the motherfucker. Let me ride it. Damn! You’re so big. So thick. I want to feel that big thing going in and out of me. Oh, fuck… goddamn … it’s really filling me up, it’s really doing a number on my ass!”
“Shit,” Dimitri agreed, staring down at Marc’s asshole, which was being split open so dramatically by Albert’s dusky-hued prick. “You’re really reaming out the horny son of a bitch!” The drug-taking had loosened his tongue, somewhat. Ordinarily, he wouldn’t have spoken so coarsely in the presence of a paying customer—unless, of course, dirty talk was what the john wanted.
“He likes it,” Albert gloated. “Yeah, he really likes taking a big dick up his ass. Fucking cock whore … what his wife doesn’t know, won’t hurt her. The bitch is on the down low, all right. He likes taking a dick up his ass. Look at him ride that big black cock of mine. He likes it. Oh, yeah—he likes it a lot! Goddam whore!”
“I’m a whore, too,” Dimitri volunteered.
“I know you are, boy,” Albert said, amicably.
“I like to have cock up my ass, too.”
“I just bet you do. Yeah, you’re a pretty little blond, white slut. You like sex, don’t you?”
“Any kind of sex, with any man—yes.”
“Fucking whore.”
“Try me,” Dimitri taunted Albert. “You might like it!”
“Bitch,” Albert growled. “You just wait until I’m done with our buddy Marc, here. Then I’ll ream out your ass for you. I’ll fuck you, good!”
“Looking forward to it, big man,” Dimitri scoffed.
“If you two are done debating,” Marc groaned. “Fuck me, Albert, and come in my ass. I’m not a patient man. I need to feel a dick shooting off in my hole!”
“You want my cum?” Albert asked.
“Hell, yes!” Marc cried.
“Then take it, bitch! Ride my cock … fuck, you’re doing it to me, I’m going to come in your hot ass. I just wish I wasn’t wearing a frigging rubber … yeah, I wish I was fucking you raw, and breeding your ass. White bitch … white whore … you take my black man’s sperm, up your white ass, and you love it. Fucking slut!”
“Yeah, I love it,” Marc babbled, as he rode the black man’s cock. “I love it, the way your cock feels in my asshole. Go on. Fuck it, fill it. Oh, fuck that ass! I want to be your cum dump, man. I want to be your fuck hole. I want to be fucked, and fucked!”
“Bitch, you’ve been fucked,” Albert said, as he pulled his prick out of Marc’s ass.
“I sure have,” Marc gloated. With perfect timing, Albert had ejaculated during Don Giovanni’s descent to hell. Marc found the remote control and turned off the compact disc player. Then he picked up the rubbers and lube. “Come on, guys. For the encore, let’s go into the bedroom.”
“Is there any more coke?” Albert asked.
“Plenty,” his host said.
In the bedroom, they snorted more cocaine.
“You sure know how to party, Marc,” Albert complimented him, as he stood next to Dimitri. Putting his arm around the Russian’s waist, Albert gave him an intimate little man-to-man hug.
Marc climbed onto the bed, from where he stared covetously at the other two naked men—admiring the contrast between Albert’s dark skin and Dimitri’s ruddy fairness.
“I’m ready for Round Two,” Marc announced. Oh, hell,” he lamented. “I’m more than ready! My hole is still burning hot. Come on, guys. I need something—anything—in there!”
Albert, still breathing hard from the exertion of screwing Marc, watched Dmitri moved forward and join Marc on the bed. Dimitri seized Marc’s buttocks in his hands and forced them wide apart. Burying his face between the ass cheeks, Dimitri began to lick Marc’s exposed and freshly fucked asshole, penetrating it with his tongue.
Albert moved in closer to the other two men, to get a better view of the rimming. Reaching around Dmitri, he captured the Russian’s swollen cockhead in the palm of his hand and he began to play with it.
Marc sighed when he felt Dimitri’s tongue enter his exposed asshole and proceed thoroughly to rim him. Marc’s large dick lay stiff and throbbing against his belly, and as Dimitri’s tongue flicked in and out of his asshole, Marc saw that Albert was now standing behind Dimitri, pushing his cockshaft between the bent-over youth’s thighs. Albert was also playing with Dimitri’s cock, exciting him to fever pitch, so that the blond boy’s tongue in Marc’s ass licked him at even faster pace.
“That’s right,” Albert told Dimitri. “Suck his ass. Get it good and loosened up, and ready for our dicks. Let’s both fuck him, boy. Our buddy Marc needs a lot of cock to keep that hole of his satisfied.”
Albert grabbed the box of condoms. He unrolled one rubber down over his own prick, and then, with great dexterity, he managed to fit a second rubber onto Dimitri, without interrupting the young hustler’s rimming of Marc’s ass.
“You ready to get fucked some more?” Albert asked Marc. A rhetorical question, if Marc had ever heard one!
“Yeah … fuck me … both of you, fuck me, one after the other,” Marc demanded.
Taking his face from between Marc’s ass cheeks, Dimitri now moved forward, trying to push his cockhead into Marc’s saliva-lubricated asshole. But it was Albert who managed to wedge his body between Dimitri’s and Marc’s, and to push his thick, freshly latex-sheathed dick into Marc’s relaxed asshole. Marc groaned as that throbbing cock knob stretched the rim of his anus wide open for the second time that night—and then he groaned again, more loudly and in sheer ecstasy, when the entire length of Albert’s cockshaft sank inside him.
“Oh, that feels familiar,” Marc declared. “That feels good.”
“Sorry, kid,” Albert told the disappointed Dmitri. “You’re going to have to wait your turn. I just have to have that hot ass of his again!”
“Now that you’re in there again, fuck me again,” Marc demanded. “Fuck me hard!”
“You got it, buddy.”
Albert, now kneeling on the edge of the bed, with his cock jammed up into Marc’s butt, started to push forward, urging Marc to move into a more secure position in the center of the mattress. Eventually, they made it. Albert the stretched out his well-muscled body on top of Marc at full length, and he began to fuck Marc with long, steady strokes, enjoying once again the tightness and the responsiveness of that talented ass.
Marc, feeling his black lover’s shaft begin to plunge in and out of his asshole, reached back and, grasping his own ass cheeks, pulled them as wide open as he could, giving his fucker free access to ram his prick up into him as hard as he could. Albert put his arms around Marc’s waist, holding him in place against him while he screwed him.
Dimitri, meanwhile, at first found himself in the position of an observer, lying on the bed beside the other two men. Soon, though, he joined in the action. After playing with Albert’s ass, he inserted two of his fingers into it. Then, while the black stud fucked Marc, Dimitri gave Albert’s asshole a good, hard finger-fucking, probing its depths while Albert’s butt pumped up and down.
Albert was quickly approaching his climax, and he star
ted to grunt as he shoved his cock up into Marc’s anus faster and more forcefully. Each time his ass rose in the air after each thrust, he felt Dimitri’s fingers pushing up into his own anus, relentlessly fingering it. In the dim light of the bedroom, all three men’s skins now shone with perspiration.
Marc, feeling Albert’s shaft swell and throb inside him, pulled his buttocks farther apart, and pushed his spread ass cheeks back to meet the steady phallic onslaught between them. His own prick was jerking violently, but he resisted the temptation to touch it, and he fought to delay his own ejaculation. He remembered that Dimitri, lying by their side, no doubt intended to fuck him after Albert shot his load. Marc wanted to save his own cum for that, if possible.
With a mighty heave forward, and a loud cry of pleasure, Albert let his whole weight come down on Marc’s body. Gyrating his hips in an effort to force even more of his prick up inside Marc’s rectum, he spurted out his semen in a gushing wave of blissful release. Dimitri, who had now gotten three of his fingers up inside Albert’s ass, continued to fuck him with them while Albert came, until at last Albert’s swollen prick began to relax and run dry.
After a few seconds, during which he regained his breath, Albert started to pull his spent cock out of Marc’s asshole. The condom sagged from the glans of his penis, weighed down by its load of cum.
“I can’t believe I shot so much again, so soon,” Albert gloated, as he stripped off the rubber.
“Let me have that cum,” Marc begged.
“Man! You are kinky!” Albert exclaimed.
Marc sat up on the bed and took the rubber from Albert’s hand. As though he was slurping an oyster from its shell, he raised the open end of the condom to his lips and carefully titled it, allowing the semen to spill into his mouth.
“Oh, that tastes so good,” Marc moaned.
He had managed not to ejaculate, despite the excitement he had felt when Albert started to cone inside him. Now Marc was glad he hadn’t come yet, because he could see Dimitri’s fuck tool in the dim light, sticking out from between the young Russian’s sturdy legs in all its erect glory. Even through the translucent condom which Dimitri still wore, Marc could see that the large glans of his penis was leaking pre-cum. Quickly, Marc positioned himself on the bed on all fours.
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