Dear John (II)
m/m bj; m/m/f; m/m/m/f; cp, cuck, bisex, fucklick, light bdsm; light femdom
We had gotten into a kind of rhythm. John pulled my head down as his cock slid into my throat. I was really just trying to breathe, so I teased the tip with my tongue as I pulled away. In and out we went. My gurgling noises and his heavy breathing. We rolled up to a stop and John stopped pushing. I felt him clench up as he shot one squirt of salty cum over my tongue.
“Oh no”, he exclaimed as he pushed my head away with the palm of his hand. “We can’t have that yet”.
My jaw hung open like a large mouth bass dangling on the line. My mustache and beard matted with spit and pre-cum. I stared at John’s cock as it lay against his thigh, shiny and wet with my saliva. It felt weird bent over in his lap so I pushed myself back up with my left arm. Embarrassed, I looked away and out the side window toward John’s old farmhouse. An elderly couple worked in the garden. The man was gathering up a bundle of weeds and putting them in a wheelbarrow. The woman crouched low wearing a big floppy sun hat and garden gloves. She looked my way and said something to the man, who then turned around and waived toward the truck. Like John, he wore no pants and I could see his long thin cock dangling against his mid-thigh.
“Holy shit dude”, John whispered. “All these years and you never told me that you liked doing that.”
I wiped my mouth on my wrist and hand. “Never really even thought of doing that." I lied, "Why would I ever tell you I liked it?”. I was looking at the old couple in the garden and thinking about the odd salty taste in my mouth.
John bent over the steering wheel and looked out my passenger window. “That’s Fred and Ruth. They’re staying in the cabin for the summer.”
The old man walked around the wheelbarrow and bent to lift the handles. His milky white ass cheeks and legs in stark contrast to a well tanned upper body.
“It’s no-pants-Thursday today at the Joneses”, John said with a chuckle. “You’re gonna have to leave your’s here in the cab. Rules are rules.”
Less than a minute later I got out and closed the truck door. We were parked in a little roundabout in the front yard, a detached garage sat on the left, the tiny farmhouse and garden to the right. John got out and waived over at the couple. They both stopped their work and waived back.
John put his arm across the hood and turned to me. “I’ll introduce you later. They’re retired educators. She was a college professor in Japan, Western Civilizations or something.” He lowered his voice and whispered, “She’s a freak.” I looked over at the old lady in the sunhat who crouched down pulling weeds about fifty feet away. “She told me and Fred that she wants three dicks up her pussy at the same time.”
My cock lurched and thickened at that thought. I reached down and gave it a pull while trying to process what John just said. Why would that little old grandma tell my buddy that? and at the same..? Huh? What the fuck was going on?
John reached into the truck and flipped the visor down. He punched the opener with his finger and the garage door lurched as the inside light came on. At first, all I could see was a jumble of “stuff”. I could make out parts of a swing set, a jungle gym, several weight benches and cables and chains attached to the walls, ceiling and floor. Then I saw Jill, or more accurately Jill’s naked ass. She was suspended from the waist, facing away from me. Her arms were free and she seemed to be taking a selfie with John and I in the background. Her ass was spread open by her position. I’ll call it “suspended frog” as her legs were bent and drawn up to her sides. Some heavy chains with thick velcro fasteners were attached at the knees and her feet were pressed into stirrup contraptions on each side that were connected to more cable.
John motioned me inside and then pushed a button on the wall. The garage light pulsed brighter for a second and then the garage door lurched and clanged into action again.
Seeing her up close, in the harsh garage light, I could see that she was dripping a steady flow of milky cum onto the weight bench that had been strategically placed just below her yawning pussy. The puddle jiggled as the garage door banged to a stop. My cock was now sticking straight out and I glanced over at John. His cock was back again and it looked menacing, it pointed up at about ninety degrees.
“Honey, you just missed Fred. He came in and got a beer from the fridge.” She said as I looked toward her and noticed a long thin sliver of juice hanging six or seven inches from her gaping vagina.
She wiggled her ass a little and the sliver of cum connected to the puddle on the bench. She hung her long haired head downward and looked at us from between her heavy hanging breasts. She smiled wryly at us.
I looked back at John, who stood with his hands on his hips. His thick cock twitched up and down.
TBC
last edit 6/27/20
We had gotten into a kind of rhythm. John pulled my head down as his cock slid into my throat. I was really just trying to breathe, so I teased the tip with my tongue as I pulled away. In and out we went. My gurgling noises and his heavy breathing. We rolled up to a stop and John stopped pushing. I felt him clench up as he shot one squirt of salty cum over my tongue.
“Oh no”, he exclaimed as he pushed my head away with the palm of his hand. “We can’t have that yet”.
My jaw hung open like a large mouth bass dangling on the line. My mustache and beard matted with spit and pre-cum. I stared at John’s cock as it lay against his thigh, shiny and wet with my saliva. It felt weird bent over in his lap so I pushed myself back up with my left arm. Embarrassed, I looked away and out the side window toward John’s old farmhouse. An elderly couple worked in the garden. The man was gathering up a bundle of weeds and putting them in a wheelbarrow. The woman crouched low wearing a big floppy sun hat and garden gloves. She looked my way and said something to the man, who then turned around and waived toward the truck. Like John, he wore no pants and I could see his long thin cock dangling against his mid-thigh.
“Holy shit dude”, John whispered. “All these years and you never told me that you liked doing that.”
I wiped my mouth on my wrist and hand. “Never really even thought of doing that." I lied, "Why would I ever tell you I liked it?”. I was looking at the old couple in the garden and thinking about the odd salty taste in my mouth.
John bent over the steering wheel and looked out my passenger window. “That’s Fred and Ruth. They’re staying in the cabin for the summer.”
The old man walked around the wheelbarrow and bent to lift the handles. His milky white ass cheeks and legs in stark contrast to a well tanned upper body.
“It’s no-pants-Thursday today at the Joneses”, John said with a chuckle. “You’re gonna have to leave your’s here in the cab. Rules are rules.”
Less than a minute later I got out and closed the truck door. We were parked in a little roundabout in the front yard, a detached garage sat on the left, the tiny farmhouse and garden to the right. John got out and waived over at the couple. They both stopped their work and waived back.
John put his arm across the hood and turned to me. “I’ll introduce you later. They’re retired educators. She was a college professor in Japan, Western Civilizations or something.” He lowered his voice and whispered, “She’s a freak.” I looked over at the old lady in the sunhat who crouched down pulling weeds about fifty feet away. “She told me and Fred that she wants three dicks up her pussy at the same time.”
My cock lurched and thickened at that thought. I reached down and gave it a pull while trying to process what John just said. Why would that little old grandma tell my buddy that? and at the same..? Huh? What the fuck was going on?
John reached into the truck and flipped the visor down. He punched the opener with his finger and the garage door lurched as the inside light came on. At first, all I could see was a jumble of “stuff”. I could make out parts of a swing set, a jungle gym, several weight benches and cables and chains attached to the walls, ceiling and floor. Then I saw Jill, or more accurately Jill’s naked ass. She was suspended from the waist, facing away from me. Her arms were free and she seemed to be taking a selfie with John and I in the background. Her ass was spread open by her position. I’ll call it “suspended frog” as her legs were bent and drawn up to her sides. Some heavy chains with thick velcro fasteners were attached at the knees and her feet were pressed into stirrup contraptions on each side that were connected to more cable.
John motioned me inside and then pushed a button on the wall. The garage light pulsed brighter for a second and then the garage door lurched and clanged into action again.
Seeing her up close, in the harsh garage light, I could see that she was dripping a steady flow of milky cum onto the weight bench that had been strategically placed just below her yawning pussy. The puddle jiggled as the garage door banged to a stop. My cock was now sticking straight out and I glanced over at John. His cock was back again and it looked menacing, it pointed up at about ninety degrees.
“Honey, you just missed Fred. He came in and got a beer from the fridge.” She said as I looked toward her and noticed a long thin sliver of juice hanging six or seven inches from her gaping vagina.
She wiggled her ass a little and the sliver of cum connected to the puddle on the bench. She hung her long haired head downward and looked at us from between her heavy hanging breasts. She smiled wryly at us.
I looked back at John, who stood with his hands on his hips. His thick cock twitched up and down.
TBC
last edit 6/27/20
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