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The guys were gorgeous. One young jock, black hair, bubble butt, six pack, and nice dick. The other, a tanned twink with floppy blonde hair, a white ass, and a massive langer. They were there to entertain us. Me and Rob that is. We were in the outdoor sauna facility of this `unique' resort. I had booked us this vacation to try inject a bit of spice and energy back into our love life after twenty years together. We're both early 40s now. We met and fell for each other on the London scene when we were twinks. And we stayed together, despite the odd infidelity. I love the bastard. But our sex had gone stale. Let's be frank; neither of us were the cute twinks we once were. Rob has gone bald and my belly has expanded. And are arses are sagging despite occasional exercise efforts. We don't get off on each other the way we used to.
So I booked this vacation at what is basically a glorified brothel. We're here, towels around our waists, hands down each others' towel, slowly wanking each other off while watching these hot young boys performing. I should say, trying to wank each other off. There is a palpable (very) sensation of shame and inadequacy between us watching these two. Back in our day, it could have been us up there on the upper pinewood bench in this sauna, showing our stuff and being leered at by middle aged losers with too much money and little taste. But now we were finding it difficult to even look at each other. This was embarrassing. This was a mistake. This was wasted.....
"hey there man" called the blonde twink suddenly in his French-cum-American accent from the midst of their exertions. "wanna play?"
Boy did I! But... what about Rob?...did he mean it for Rob anyway?...
He disengaged from the jock and bounced down to us. "c'mon guys, let's see what you've got"
He evidently meant both of us as he whipped our towels off together, exposing our half cocked cocks. I suddenly felt a rush of vitality return to my dong and so did Rob apparently. The young dude grabbed our shafts playfully, leading us up to the upper platform.
"Ok. First you have to start entertaining us. Then I might let you get your mouth around my big guy" said the twink. I was more interested myself in getting my tongue in the ass of the jock, but at this point either would have been top of the menu. But what did he mean by "entertain us??"
The twink bent over the deck, presenting his beautiful white butt to us. Meanwhile the jock who seemed to know what this game was about got on his knees and shoved his face into the twink's butt crack, giving him a loud and admittedly tasty sounding rim job. I was rock at this stage.
"you two have to show us like this. The one who can rim the ling, gets first go at one of us. Now get to it daddies!" said the twink.
Oh. Ok. Not like either of us is a stranger to this. Rob got over the bench first. He offered me his saggy forty year old arse. I went straight in there. As I gave Rob an energetic rim, the boys were laughing and smacking my own beat-up arse from behind. This was kinda fun. I kept going until I just had to emerge to get a proper breath. Then it was Robs turn to do me. He didn't last as long. Maybe my asshole is just in worse condition or something.
Anyways, the boys kept their side of the bargain. I finally got to taste that bubble butt crack on the young jock while I could hear Rob noisily worshipping the twink's massive tool. It was the first time in literally a decade either of us had gotten first class boy-meat. That we (or rather I) was paying for it didn't matter. It was worth it. We started cumming and didn't stop all afternoon. And some of that heat rubbed off into our own love making afterwards. Not a bad bargain in the end