A Guest in Their Home

I'm on the mend, if slowly, sitting up at my desk and everything, working my way through all manner of delayed commitments, and back toward being able to look forward again.

For now, as promised, a little M/M/M age gap quickie, made possible by a commission!

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It’s amazing how vivid the imagination gets after just twenty minutes of wearing a blindfold, a cock ring, and nothing else.

I could tell it had been about twenty minutes by counting the tracks of the ’80s love and lovemaking playlist in the background.

Cheesy? Maybe. Unwelcome? Not in the slightest.

I could picture everything in the nicely renovated attic around me, clearer than the clearest dream. I could see the polished wooden bookshelves, and the dark cherry leather armchairs, including the centered one where I currently sat, snugly and comfortably restrained with custom wrist, ankle, and thigh straps.

I could see that gold ring, stuffed all the way down to the base of my shaft, and by the tingling thump of my pulse all the way through my cock, I could picture how swollen and brilliantly purple it must be by now, with a steady stream of fluid dripping down the underside to my balls.

Most easily of all, I could picture my hosts, fussing over me together and whispering to each other like the sweet old married couple they were.

We’d been going back and forth for hours now, between different kinds of sex play and stretches of friendly conversation and snacks. Both modes of visit had been thoroughly enjoyable, but there had been no orgasms yet, and I was very much hoping for one before the next change of pace.

Henry, with his faintly weathered brown skin and gray-streaked black hair, was currently kneeling between my legs, dragging his smooth lips lightly up one inner thigh, across my balls, and down the other thigh to my knee. He had made his way all the way up my shaft to kiss and suck on the head a handful of times since I’d been here, but never for more than a few seconds at a time.

Meanwhile, his husband, Sean, perched on a barstool behind my chair, leaning down over the backrest to massage my shoulders and chest. Occasionally, his sharp gray stubble would brush my cheek, or his teeth would tug at my ear.

Of the two of them, Sean was better at taking advantage of the blindfold. I could easily picture his pale, thin hands when they touched my skin, but he frequently lifted them off of me completely, making me lose track of them until they made contact somewhere new.

To the slow, moody murmuring of David Bowie, Sean grasped the string of beads dangling from one of my nipple clamps and gave it a tug. Compared with the state of my cock, I’d almost forgotten the pressure on my nipples, but that movement gave me a sharp thrill of pain, waking up any nerves that had dared to doze off.

I was glad. I wanted to be as awake as a person could be, to savor and soak in every detail.

“Oh, I like that look,” said Henry, speaking more to Sean than to me, even though the breath he used to speak with brushed against my balls as it left him.

“What, this look?” Sean asked, tugging my other clamped nipple as well.

I was more ready for the sensation this time, but I let myself squirm for them anyway, since it had pleased Henry so much the first time.

“What’d we do to get this lucky, huh?” said Henry, licking a streak of fluid from my cock and smacking his lips. “Having a sweet young thing like this all to ourselves for the night?”

“I’m not that young,” I joked.

“You’re what, thirty?” asked Sean, moving one hand up to pinch my cheek. “Just a little spring sprout.”

“You don’t know yet,” Henry sighed and ran his thumbs right under my kneecaps, stoking my arousal through pressure points I hadn’t even known were there. “You don’t know what a treat it is, playing with skin this soft, watching strong, young muscles struggle underneath it.”

“You keep in nice shape yourselves, gents,” I said.

“Aren’t you sweet,” said Sean, giving one of the clamps a little twist and making me gasp.

The song shifted from “Heroes” to “I Think We’re Alone Now,” the quicker beat accelerating my pulse, squeezing even more blood into my already oversized erection, turning soft tingles into the prickle of needles.

“You still all right there, beautiful boy?” asked Henry, running one finger up the underside of my cock. “You don’t have to be so tough. As sexy as it is to watch.”

I took a breath, still admittedly wanting to look tough, but wanting relief almost as much.

“Well, I wasn’t going to say anything,” I said, “but yeah, I might be getting close to a limit here.”

“Of course you are,” said Sean, switching back to massaging my shoulders. “We can’t leave that ring on you much longer anyway. This is a safety-first household.”

I could feel his stubble graze my cheek, his gray hair tickling my ear, as he nodded down at Henry.

The soft wetness of Henry’s mouth surrounded me in reply.

In spite of Sean’s words, I held myself back at first, enjoying the sensation for what it was while avoiding any forward progress. I waited and braced for the moment when Henry would pull away again, but he just kept working his way deeper down my cock, licking the lower edge of the ring, creating a pulsating suction effect around the head, far, far back from his lips.

My visual imagination failed me as I tried to chart where exactly in his body I must be, how he must be managing to fit me like this. Without defying geometry, it felt as if I should be poking out of the back of his head by now.

Even my own girlfriend — I really needed to do something special to thank her for lending me out tonight — couldn’t get this deep while kneeling between my legs. She could take me right down her throat like an honest-to-God sword swallower when she wanted to, but only while sitting on my face or chest, so that the curve of my cock wasn’t fighting her anatomy.

And that was just at my usual, fairly average size, without the extra swelling from the ring.

Maybe the space Henry had to work with was simply bigger than the average woman’s. That pleasingly prominent jaw of his held a deep mouth that he knew how to make the most of.

He took my balls in his hands and squeezed them gently, just enough to send an extra thrill upward, sweetening the friction of his soft palate against the head of my cock.

“Experience does have its advantages, wouldn’t you say?” Sean whispered close in my ear.

I nodded, still marveling at the confident dexterity of Henry’s throat around me.

“Henry has a penchant for younger men,” said Sean, brushing fingers over my neck, my cheeks, tracing the edges of my lips. “Can’t say I don’t have a bit of the same. But I still remember the first time he took me in his mouth. He was a young man, and even prettier than you, but he was all teeth and thumbs back then. No stamina, no self-control.”

“I… I never would have guessed,” I managed to gasp, as the sensation escalated to a new pitch.

“No, he’s come a long way. We both have,” said Sean. “How far would you say you’ve come, so far?”

He pressed a finger between my lips, and I kissed it.

“I’d say I’ve used my time pretty well,” I said, thinking of all the things I already wished I could tell my younger self, before his first fumbling attempts at pleasing another person.

“Mmm, I might believe you,” said Sean, toying with my clamps. “You certainly have the patience. I expected you to cry for mercy long before now. I was looking forward to it, a little.”

“I didn’t want to spoil anything you had planned,” I said.

“You’ve gone above and beyond, sprout,” he said. “It’s time to let go, now.”

As if in response, the contractions began deep in my pelvis, rising upward, driving out what felt like a vast load. My imagination ran away from me, images crossing my mind of the powerful spasms going on forever, uncontrollably draining my body of all fluid, or of Henry choking and drowning in an impossible deluge. But the actual information relayed by my senses assured me that Henry had not even backed away. He kept his lips all the way down around the ring, taking care of me with an expert series of quick, fluttering swallows.

As endless as it felt from the inside, the orgasm of course passed normally, leaving me euphoric, sensitive, breathless, but quite alive. Henry gave me a parting kiss on the thigh, and then eased the ring gently off of my cock, which was already returning to rest. The skin felt almost stretched, though I could have been imagining it.

I felt myself falling backward, and thought for a moment that I was just dizzy from cumming so hard, but the firmness of the backrest behind me really had dropped away, flattening into almost a bed. I surrendered into it, not questioning or comprehending the reason for the sudden change, until I felt the nudge of another hard, wet erection against my lips.

Not even caring to deduce which of the two of them it belonged to, I opened up gladly, and began to suck.