Three-Way Play Room
Chip was waiting in the hotel lobby right on time. Since he had been scheduled to work today for the early early lunch shift, he was off at six. That was OK with me, since it had been a late one the night before. Much as I had enjoyed balling all night with this great looking stud, I was a little tired today. Not as young as I used to be, I guess. Nonetheless, the offer to meet his friend in Georgetown sounded too good to miss – tired or not. The friend, according to CHIP, was “into leather”, and had his own playroom in his house. Although I consider myself to be fairly experienced, I had never gotten much into the leather scene. Most of the leather types I had met in the past had been nothing more than bank clerks dressed up in leather jackets and playacting. A definite turn-off as far as I was concerned. When Chip had described his friend to me the night before, this one sounded different, so I was looking forward to meeting the guy and – if things worked out – seeing what he had to offer.
We got a taxi easily at the hotel, and headed for Georgetown. Along the way, since neither of us had eaten dinner, we stopped for two pizzas to take with us. We drove along what appeared to be a major parkway for a while, and then Chip had to give the driver directions through Georgetown to his friend’s house. The house turned out to be a small, very ordinary looking semi-detached house along a very ordinary looking street. I was a little disappointed. I do not know what I had expected, but this didn’t look like it. We paid the driver, the cab left, and we walked up the walk to the front door and rang the bell.
Unlike the house itself, the guy who answered the door WAS everything I had expected – and more. He was about 6’2″, a little taller than me, and had the broadest shoulders I had ever seen. Standing in the doorway of this little house made him look even bigger than he was. He had short jet black hair and a thin inch wide beard running along the edge of his jaw. The beard and his rugged facial features made him look particularly formidable. He was wearing a loose sweat shirt and tight, faded jeans which outlined a nice looking piece of meat to the left of his crotch. It seemed to extend half way to his knees. We shook hands and he took our coats and threw them over a chair in the living room. His name was Mark.
As we walked through the living and dining rooms toward the kitchen in the back of the house, I was able to check Mark out a bit. His neck was thick and muscular. His strong looking back tapered from his wide shoulders down a tight, narrow waist and a pair of great looking tight buns which tensed and relaxed as he walked. His thighs looked well-developed and stretched at the thin material of his jeans so that it looked like they were about to split. His feet were bare. He moved with the firm grace of a seasoned athlete.
The kitchen was as ordinary looking as the rest of the house. There was a small table against one wall, with three chairs, and the usual stove, fridge, etc. Mark motioned me to the middle chair and got a couple of beers out of the fridge. We talked for a while about nothing in particular as we drank the beer and ate the pizza. As Mark moved about I got a good image of his well developed body under the sweat shirt and jeans. Mark made sure as he sat to my side with his legs spread, that I got a good view of his basket. Chip seemed unusually quiet as we ate and talked, although I was much too interested in Mark to really notice.
After about an hour, three more beers and all of the Pizza, Mark looked at me and said, “I hear you and Chip had a ball last night, George.” “Yes, Sir, we sure did,” Chip answered before I could even open my mouth. Mark continued, “Chip here says that you are pretty well equipped and that you know how to use what you’ve got.” “Yes, Sir,” Chip repeated promptly. It was only then that I noticed that Chip had started to address Mark as “Sir”, and I began to understand the relationship between them, and why he had been so quiet. Mark put his hand on my knee, squeezed it a bit, and said, “Want to check out my playroom with us?” I said that that sounded OK to me. Mark got up from the table, tossed the empty pizza boxes in the trash and said, “OK, let’s go.”
We followed Mark upstairs to second floor. There were two rooms separated by a bathroom. The door of the back room was open. I saw a weight bench in the middle of the room, a couple of barbells on the floor, and a couple of tee shirts and some other clothing scattered about. I thought to myself that this did not look like much of a playroom. The front room was Marks bedroom. There was a mattress and spring on the floor as a bed, a dresser with the usual junk on it, and two closets. On the wall were a couple of posters of well-built, nude men. I recognized one of them as Jack Wrangler wearing a cowboy hat and displaying his ample dick. Mark said that we could change here, and stripped off his sweat shirt. His chest was even better than I had expected. His pecs were firm and well developed, and his rounded deltoids made his shoulders look even broader than they had with his shirt on. Some soft black hair set off the upper portion of his chest, and trailed down to a thin line of hair that disappeared into his jeans at the waist. As we took our clothes off, Mark turned to Chip and said, “Did you clean your ass, boy?” Chip meekly replied, “No, Sir.” “You know where the ass cleaner is, boy. Go do it,” Mark barked. Then he turned to me and said, “George, why don’t you go see that he does it right.” Not knowing what he meant, I followed Chip down the hall to the bathroom.
In the bathroom there was a glass enclosed tub with a European style shower on a flexible hose mounted on the wall. Chip stepped into the shower and turned on the water. He said to me that “Mark likes real clean asses” and suggested that I get in the shower with him. Having enjoyed a shower with Chip just the night before, I welcomed the opportunity to do it again. We soaped each other all over, paying particular attention to each other’s asses. Then Chip took the shower head off of its hook on the wall, unscrewed the shower head and handed the streaming hose to me. “Here, wash my ass for me will you,” he said, and turned his back to me, leaned over, spread his ass cheeks with his hands exposing his lovely asshole to full view. I took the hose and started to direct the stream of warm water toward that lovely little rosebud I had enjoyed so much the night before. It started to spasm a bit as the warm water hit it. Chip then reached around, grabbed my arm at the wrist and forced the tip of the hose right into his ass for an inch or so. After the warm water had filled his ass for a few minutes, he drew the hose out and a gush of water mixed with a little bit of shit followed. He said, “Do it again, George.” I did. At Chip’s request, I repeated the process three or four times. Each time Chip took a little more of the warm water than the time before. All the while his nine inch cock was slowly getting harder and harder. He was obviously enjoying the ass cleaning enormously. When he was finished, Chip turned around and washed my ass a few times, too. Although I did not take nearly as much water as he had, I must say I enjoyed it, too.
When we gat back to the bedroom, both of us with stiffening cocks from the ass play, Mark had dressed for the occasion, and things seemed to be getting more interesting. He was dressed in a black leather harness, boots, black gloves and a crushed leather hat. His semi-rigid cock and balls were circled by a thick metal cock ring attached to a leather strap. This was attached to a second ring in the center of his chest, to which a number of other straps were attached which circled his chest and ran over his shoulders. The whole thing seemed to buckle tightly around the waist. It looked incredibly sexy on Mark’s muscular body. Mark picked up a thick metal studded collar from the bed and put it around Chip’s neck. He buckled the collar behind Chip’s neck and attached a piece of chain to the collar. He then put a pair of thick leather handcuffs around Chip’s wrists and clipped them together behind Chip’s back. Chip reacted to Mark’s efforts with a big smile and a kiss on the neck. Then Mark stepped behind Chip and put a soft leather hood over his head, which covered his eyes, but left his nose and mouth exposed.
Mark turned to me and said’ “I guess Chip is ready, but how about you?” He rummaged through the stuff on the closet floor and came up with a metal studded belt, which I put on, and a pair of cuffs like Chip’s which I put on my wrists. As I was buckling the cuffs, Mark took a studded leather cock ring off of the bed, slipped it under my balls and snapped the snap tightly around my cock and balls. He stroked my hardening dick a few times and said, “OK, let’s go.” Mark took the chain attached to Chip’s collar and lead him down the hall, down the stairs and to a door in the kitchen which lead to the basement. I followed, getting hornier by the second, and wondering what was going to come next.
The basement was ordinary looking at first glance – furnace and water heater in one corner, a few boxes of junk, etc. One of the lights was replaced by a red bulb, which gave the basement a warn, sexy glow. On a table at the side of the basement was an assortment of chains, a small leather whip, a couple of dildoes, a large bottle of baby oil, an open jar of “Elbow Grease” and a number of other objects I could not quite identify at the moment. A couple of short lengths of chain hung from hooks on the ceiling beams. Mark lead Chip the the center of the room, released the hook that held his hands behind his back and gently pushed him to his knees. His hands freed, Chip immediately slid his hands up the back of Mark’s legs to this firm buns and pushed Mark’s throbbing cock into his mouth. Even blinded by the hood, Chip seemed to know where it was and what to do with it! For a few minutes Chip sucked up and down on the rigid meat, now and then pushing hard on Mark’s ass cheeks and deep throating him. The sight of Mark getting this sort of treatment really turned me on, and I started to stroke my own hard cock.
Abruptly, Mark pulled away from Chip’s mouth, stepped back, and told Chip to work on me for a while. I did not resist and planted my cock promptly in Chip’s eager mouth. As Chip sucked up and down on my now throbbing cock, Mark took some of the baby oil and started to rub it on my chest. He kneaded my tits a few times with his fingers as he rubbed the oil on my chest, which sent shivers through my body. Then he stepped behind me, smeared some of the oil on my ass and started to finger fuck my ass while Chip sucked. After my ass began to relax, he stood behind me and started to rub his hard cock between my cheeks. I was hoping he would plant it in me soon.
Instead of fucking me as I had hoped he would, Mark then made Chip stand up, took the hood off of his head and attached his handcuffs to two chains hanging about three feet apart from the ceiling beams. Chip had a big smile on his face and was obviously enjoying it. Mark took some of the baby oil and started to massage Chip’s cock and balls. This resulted in an instant hardon on Chip’s part, and a small moan of contentment. I started to finger fuck Mark while he did this, which Mark did not seem to mind, either. Mark responded by starting to massage my cock with his other hand while he worked on Chip with his right hand. Both of us were getting close to shooting our loads.
Mark picked up one of the dildoes from the table, greased it up with the Elbow Grease and plunged it abruptly into Chip’s ass. Chip gasped quietly and then, hanging loosely from the cuffs on his wrists, immediately started to move his hips back and forth on the dildo. His cock was rigid and started to drip with pre-cum. “Please, Sir, I need to cum,” he pleaded. Mark grabbed Chip’s throbbing cock, squeezed hard, and said, “Not yet, boy.” He released his handcuffs from the chain and told Chip to lie on his back on the concrete floor. Chip obeyed, and raised his legs in the air, waiting to get fucked. Mark said to me, “OK, George, see what you can do to help Chip out.” I was just as eager as Chip, and plunged my cock into his ass up to the hilt. As I started to pump in and out of Chip’s ass, Mark stepped behind me, rubbed a little of the Elbow Grease on his dick, spread my legs with his feet and shoved his big cock into my ass. The force of Mark entering me was so great that it drove my own cock deep into Chip with such force that he gasped with pleasure. I was in ecstasy! Although I had been around a bit, I had never been in the middle of a three way fuck before, and I now knew what I had been missing. I pumped away at Chip’s ass as Mark plowed mine. It was wonderful. Each time I pulled out of Chip a little, Mark would plunge his big tool into me; every time I pushed my cock into Chip’s ass, Mark would withdraw a bit. I bounced madly back and forth between cock and ass feeling like this was the first time I had ever had REAL sex. In a moment, I could take no more of the thrilling sensations. My balls tightened and I started to shoot my load of hot cum into Chip’s bowels. This turned Chip on so that he started to cum, too, and shot his load all over his chest and belly. In the meantime Mark just kept pumping away at my ass as if he were pushing the cum out of me with his dick. Faster and harder, Mark pumped at my ass. Several times he pulled all the way out, only to plow his cock all the way back in a second later. I relaxed, and waited for Mark to get his rocks off. A minute or two later I could feel Mark’s big cock begin to throb and spasm as he filled me with his cum. The sensation of Mark’s cock throbbing in my ass as he filled me with his cum felt so good to me that I was hard again in a moment, and pumping away at Chip’s ass. It did not take more than a minute or so before I was cumming the second time. There was not much cum left in me, but the sensation of orgasm was just as intense as it had been the first time.
We rested in a heap on the floor for a few minutes, trying to catch our breath. Mark suggested that we all wash off, and lead the way back upstairs to the bathroom. We showered together – a bit crowded in the small stall, but sexy as we rubbed each other’s bodies with the soap. Mark had me “clean his ass” as Chip and I had done earlier in the evening. He liked it, too. Then we went into Mark’s bedroom and lay on the bed for a while to relax. Mark turned on the radio to a local rock station. The rhythm of the music seemed to revive us, and in the next hour or so we had two more three-way fucks. As the guest, I was always given the position of honor in the middle. I didn’t mind a bit. By midnight, all three of us were pretty well done in. Chip and I got dressed, had another beer with Mark, called a cab and went home. As we left, Mark insisted that I keep the leather cock ring I had used “as a souvenir.” I still have it.
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by an anonymous writer
