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“Holyshitfuckdamn.” I white knuckled the edge of the counter top while I involuntarily pushed my hips back. “What the fuck is going on?”

“I’m massaging your sweet spot, wait, it gets better.”

Every time his dick scraped against my knot, a jolt of ecstasy radiated from the inside of my ass, all the way to the top of my head. I was making sounds that were probably never heard by human ears before, punctuated by bursts of dirty talk.

“God, yes, fuck me, fuck me harder - uhn, hhhn, uhhh - your cock feels so fucking good up my ass - eeep, ufff, ahh, mmmmmm - I’m so fucking full - hhhhn, hhhhn - so good, fuck, more, more.”

Zak thrust faster and faster, causing the glassware in the cabinets below me to rattle, but I didn’t care. I wanted Zak to fuck me forever, but I also wanted him to come, so I could feel the sensation of being shot full of hot semen.

“Tight ass, such a tight little white ass, I’m going to drown that hole.”

“I’m so close, so fucking close. God damn, I love your cock up my ass, Zak, I love the way you’re fucking me.”

My eyes were squeezed shut tight, and we were both making so much noise, I didn’t notice Mayor Kingman until he was close enough for me to smell his cologne.

“I see you boys tried some of my chocolates.”

When I’m terrified for my life, my sphincter has a tendency to clamp down like a bear trap. This time I clenched up with Zak’s hard cock inside. He whimpered but didn’t pull out, not that he could have anyway.

“Shit, shit, shit,” Zak whispered. Mayor Kingman meandered over to the counter where the gold box was sitting, but stopped short and scrutinized the knife block. “He’s going to shank us, we’re dead.”

“These are expensive chocolates, and hard to find, the stores keep selling out of them.”

His voice was calm, his manner relaxed. I figured he was a psychopath who got his rocks off by carving people up. We stood there, frozen in place, my leg still swung up on top of the island, Zak’s right hand still tangled in my hair, both of our dicks still hard as concrete.

“I should let this go, but I can’t.” Mayor Kingman pulled a knife out of the block, the blade glinted menacingly under the recessed lighting.

“Please don’t kill us!” I said.

“We’ll pay you for the candy and then we’ll clean up the mess we made,” Zak said.

“We’ll probably need bleach, lots of bleach,” I said.

Mayor Kingman stood like a statue, blankly staring at us while the knife dangled from his fingers, blade pointing downward. Horrifying thoughts raced through my mind.

“I’m actually going to die. With a huge boner and a dick up my ass. Sometimes life really blows.”

The mayor swiped his forehead with his free hand and laughed heartily.

“Oh, great, he’s that kind of psychopath. Fuck, I’m horny. I wish I could come before I get stabbed.” Then I almost chuckled. I was going to get stabbed, while I was getting jabbed. “Fuck.”

“You guys think I’m going to kill you?” He brushed tears of laughter from his cheeks. “Just because I came home early and caught you naked in my kitchen with puddles of semen everywhere?”

“You do have a knife in your hand, sir,” Zak said.

Mayor Kingman glanced down at the blade clutched in his hand. “Yikes, I guess that does look fairly ominous. Actually, the knife handle was upside down, and my severe OCD compelled me to fix it.” He stuck the knife back in the block and sighed with relief. “There, that’s better.”

“So, you’re not going to kill us,” I said.

“Listen, when I come home after a shit morning at the office and find two hot studs naked and fucking, murder is the last thing on my mind.” He loosened his tie. “Got room for a third?”

“Hell, yeah,” Zak said.

The mayor plucked a chocolate from the box and leaned against the counter. “First, I’d love to watch you boys finish.”

Zak resumed humping and I resumed moaning. The extra set of eyes roving over us while we fucked was strange at first, but after about thirty seconds, I decided having an audience was hot.

“Uhnnn, fuck, I’m gonna, ahhh, holy shit.”

“Are you gonna come for me?”

I couldn’t answer, I was too busy drowning in sexual euphoria. With every thrust, a sinfully delicious sensation shot from my sweet spot to the tip of my cock. My nads vibrated and my voice went up about three octaves, I sounded like a dying cat. Jets of semen shot out of the end of my dick like bullets from a gun. Just when I thought I had expelled at least a gallon, Zak started pumping harder and faster, which milked my balls even further. I was still dripping when he froze, grunted loudly, then pulled out and shot his load of steaming hot spunk all over my ass.

“Jesus, holy fucking Jesus. That was the single greatest fuck I’ve ever had.”

Zak collapsed on the floor, covered in a sheen of sweat and grinning like an idiot. I felt a tongue on my ass, and whipped my head around in time to see Mayor Kingman licking me clean.

“Mmmm, now that’s what I call a hot lunch.” He coated his finger with Zak’s fluids, then teased the tip inside me. “He fucked you good, huh?”

I laid my head on the counter top and sighed. “So good, so fucking good.”

“I need a good fuck, from the both of you. Think you boys can handle the job?”

“Yes, sir,” Zak and I said in unison.

“Please, call me Grant. At home, I’m a regular guy, who happens to be dreaming about a nice spit roast right about now. I’m going to run upstairs and grab a few things, you two get ready for more action.” He waved his finger at us, then took off at a swift pace.

“Dude, we’re going to fuck the mayor, how surreal is this?” Zak used a kitchen towel to clean off the whatever Grant’s tongue had missed. “You looked sexy covered in my cum, baby.”

“I wanted you to shoot it inside, but I liked what you did, that was real hot, and drippy.”

Zak split a piece of the magic candy and put one half in my mouth. He smeared the gooey center of the other half over the tip of my cock, then used his tongue to erase the mess. I twisted my fingers into his dreads and groaned.

“Things aren’t going to be weird between us now, are they?”

He looked up at me with a serious expression carved into his face. “The way I see it, things were weird before when we were pretending we weren’t attracted to each other. But I knew we’d end up together, even without the demon chocolates.”

“How could you possibly know that?”

“I can read your mind, remember?” He smiled before slipping the tip of his tongue into my slit.

“You boys ready for more action?” Grant’s voice floated in from another room. “I’m in the den, second door on the left.”

If we weren’t already rock hard and eager, the scene in the den would have gotten us there in a heartbeat. Black leather ottomans of various sizes and shapes were scattered about the space, while the rest of the room was solid white. White carpet, white walls, white accessories, thick white drapes over the windows. But the toy collection was the most awe inspiring.

Dildos, vibrators, and other things I’d never seen before were set on glass shelves, or hanging on the walls, like artwork. Kinky things, naughty things, things I wanted to shove up my ass, since I felt so empty without Zak’s cock inside. Then there was Grant. Naked and sprawled on a chaise lounge, holding red silk scarves. For a guy in his forties, the man was in shape. Cut muscles covered with dark body hair, a nice sized dick standing fully erect and the same dazzling smile that won him the vote of every female in Brookdale. And mine, too, but I also liked his stand on the issues.

“This is some set up you’ve got here,” I said.

“I tell people that this is a panic room. You have to get through five locks and a fingerprint scanner to get in here. Only people I really like get access.” Grant handed me the scarves, then bent over an ottoman. “I want you to tie my wrists and ankles together, nice and tight.”

Zak took a thing off the wall that sort of looked like a flyswatter. “Want a little spank, too? I’ll get your naughty ass nice and red.”

Grant whimpered. “Yes, please. I need that so much.”

I was hella confused, but followed Zak’s lead since he seemed to know what Grant wanted. Once we had him in position and bound, Zak gave him a few swats. The red welts on his ass made me feel weird, but the dude was loving the sting.

“Ryan, I want you to plow my ass first with that monster. Show no mercy, I like it deep and rough.” He nodded to a side table. “There’s condoms and lube over there. Zak, I want you to fuck my face with that beautiful chocolate pole.”

Zak gave Grant’s butt a thorough spanking, while I rolled on a condom and lubed up. I spread open his ass and greased up his hole, then slid two fingers inside.

“I don’t need any prepping, honey, give it to me, nail my ass good.”

Zak stood at Grant’s head, the bench was the right height to suck cock, and get plowed. Zak grinned at me. “Count of three, we both shove in, ready?”

I gave him a nod and he counted off. Grant moaned happily while both orifices were simultaneously plugged up with dick. I watched Zak piston in and out of Grant’s mouth, and another light bulb went off in my head.

“Spit roast. I get it now. This is some sexy shit right here.”

“Fuck, yeah, it is. How’s his ass?”

“Hot and tight. How’s his mouth?”

“The man knows how to suck a dick. Don’t you, slut?” Zak held Grant by the ears and thrust faster. “Swallow that dick, slut. Spank his ass, Ryan.”

“Huh?”

“Take my word for it, this one likes the rough stuff, don’t you, little bitch?”

Grant nodded a little too enthusiastically if you ask me. I tried giving his ass a smack with the palm of my hand, but spanking the mayor didn’t appeal to me. Instead, I concentrated on pleasuring him with my cock, driving deep, then pulling back, mimicking what Zak had done to me. Grant’s pleasure moans grew louder, but not loud enough to drown out the sounds of his slurping mouth. He was gobbling up Zak’s cock like it was his last meal. I was enjoying the hell out of spearing my first dude, when suddenly, his ass got tighter and all the muscles in his back clenched.

“I think he just came.”

Zak pulled his dick out of Grant’s mouth. “Did you come, baby?”

“Like a fire hose. You boys are good. More, I want more.”

“Sure thing, but let’s switch, I want a turn inside your hot ass.”

We untied him, then flipped him on his back and tied each wrist to each ankle. His ass was even with one end of the bench, and his head hung back off the other side.

“Give me those balls,” Grant demanded.

I straddled his face and rested my balls against his lips. To my amazement, he sucked my entire sac inside his mouth. My testicles were encased in moist heat and being jostled against each other in the most fucktacular way. Zak smiled, then wagged his tongue at me, while he fucked Grant’s sweet ass.

“Holyshitfuckdamn, his mouth is amazing.”

“You need to let him deep throat you, you won’t fucking believe how much he can swallow.”

I didn’t think Grant could possibly fit my entire tool in his mouth, but, then again, he managed to stuff both my nads in there. He leaned his head back as far as it would go and opened wide.

“You sure about this?”

“Oh, yeah, I want to suck your fat dick until you come. I want every drop to go down my fucking throat. Don’t stop until you shoot your load.”

I couldn’t shove in like Zak did, the idea freaked me out. Besides, the second hit of chocolate made me feel like a tree hugging, granola eating, new aged hipster. I wanted to run naked through the streets and kiss everyone on the lips. I wanted to roll around in a field of wildflowers with Zak. I wanted to meditate and align my chakras, for fucks sake. But when Grant sucked me balls deep, that goofy feeling passed and all I wanted to do was come, straight into his gullet.

“That looks so fucking sexy from here, baby.”

“This is like the most amazing fucking thing. Except for when you fucked my ass, that was the best, but this is a close second, and, oh holy fuck, he’s so good.” I stroked Grant’s cheek. “You’re beautiful, man, so fucking beautiful.”

Grant’s cock had been limp, but I guess he liked sweet talk as much as dirty talk because the thing started to inflate. Soon, his dick was standing arrow straight, and bobbing back and forth in time with Zak’s fucking, like the needle on a metronome. Watching it sort of hypnotized me, and I fell into a strange fantasy that played out in my head like a movie…

Zak and I were cuddled together in bed, watching TV. Grant was being sworn in as president. He looked young and virile. Zak poked me in the ribs and laughed.

“Dude, we spit roasted him, remember? Damn, that was a sexy good time.”

“Yeah, we fucked the president of the USA. I’ll bet not too many people can say that.”

“Actually, I’ll bet a lot of people can say that.”

“Yeah, you’re right.”

The sensation of an impending orgasm broke me out of my trance. “I’m gonna come. Your sweet mouth is making me come.”

My balls unleashed an unholy torrent, Grant guzzled as fast as he could, but some dripped out of his mouth. I knelt next to his head and gathered the leftovers with my tongue, then french kissed him.

“Dudes, that’s hot, keep kissing,” Zak said.

“I came, too,” Grant said breathlessly.

His body was dotted with creamy goodness, all the way up to his nipples. I started there and worked my way down, lapping up each tiny pool like a ravenous dog. The tip of my cock was dangling over Grant’s mouth, he sucked at it until I managed to spew out another weak stream.

“Ryan, you sexy mother fucker.” Zak pulled out, yanked off the rubber and aimed his load at Grant’s cock and balls. I climbed off Grant and joined Zak at the other end of the bench. Together, we licked Grant clean, while stopping occasionally to kiss. I was in juicy man love heaven, until a silky, but very pissed off female voice filled the room.

“Well, well, well, when the pussy’s away, the mice will play.”

“Oh, fuck,” I whispered around the head of Grant’s cock.

“Hell hath no fury,” Zak whispered back.

The woman standing there with her arms crossed over her chest was none other than Veronica Kingman. After hours of hot man on man action, I didn’t think I’d be interested in a female ever again, but as my eyes bounced over her statuesque beauty, my dick told me otherwise.