Any resemblance to real people is entirely coincidental in nature, and is not meant to accurately reflect persons in towns, cities, or governmental areas, in which the story is staged. If sexual scenes involving male to male or bdsm relationships offends you, then you should not read this story. Additionally, if you are under 18 years of age, in most states and countries, you are not allowed to read this by law. This is fiction. Don't forget, in real life, to think about 'sexual safety matters'; got condom?
"Chronicles of Mark Sasson" 11 (M/t oral anal '69' humiliation bdsm 3way) wriTten by T. Chase McPhee
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"Ettore, you fuck!" I screamed.
Apparently, in our soft, kissing mode, he had snuck up to the faucet, spraying Aron and I with ice cold water.
"Yeah, Ettore, you fuck," my Aron said to his face.
"Thou dares to let his boy talk to me in that manner, Mark?"
"Yep, Ettore. Makes for good revenge."
Looking at the shower entrance I knew Ettore searched to see if any of the other guys heard how Aron addressed him. Like I had done, Ettore approached my sixteen year old lover and gave him a bear hug.
"Huh?" Aron questioned, surprised by the twenty year old's actions.
Breaking away, Ettore informed us both, "What's good enough for Mark, is good enough for me!"
Now that threw both of us for a loop.
"Want to explain yourself, Ettore, because I think you've got us both confused," I asked.
"I never said it, Mark, but in a way I'm beholden to you for bringing Jake into my life."
"You're thanking me, Ettore?"
"Damn right, Mark. If you hadn't been there, on that day to break you in..."
"Break me in, Ettore?"
"Wrong choice of words... um, take you under my wing?"
Wavering my flat hand, I accepted his more appropriate choice of words.
"Okay, so?"
"I don't think Jake would have been broken so quickly."
"He wanted a young guy to fuck him, Ettore."
"Whatever, Mark. The thing is, if it wasn't you there dominating Jake then he wouldn't have wound up in my bed."
"He wound up in your bed, Ettore, because I was more interested in fucking my Aron than Jake! So, what does this have to do with my Aron?"
"Jake and I got to talking this morning and he feels that he owes you something, Mark."
"Well, yes. Jake did mention that to me."
"Did he mention giving you the blowjob and other niceties?"
"Yes, so?"
"After talking it over with Jake, we both agreed we owed you, Mark."
"Ettore, why don't you stop fucking around the bush here and spit it out!" Aron came out with.
I wanted to applaud my Aron for stating it so eloquently for Ettore. He once again spotted the doorway to the showers, making sure the three of us remained in solitary conversation.
"It wouldn't be right to have Jake sucking up to you, Mark and Aron doing me, so..."
Aron beat Ettore to the punchline.
"You want to give me a blowjob, Ettore?"
"Ssshhhh, Aron. The guys'll hear you," Ettore said softening his voice, his index finger pointing upwards and over his lips.
"I can't let you do that, Ettore."
"Yes you can, Aron," I said, giggling.
In my mind, I really envisioned the hot prospect of belittling Ettore. Not in a mean way of expressing, but friendly.
"I can?"
"Yeah, would be hot seeing Ettore sucking on your teencock."
"Yeah, cool! A twenty year old jock sucking my cock!"
I added, "And rimming your ass, Aron?"
"Mark, would you keep your fuckin' voice down?"
The whole idea of humiliating Ettore was getting me hard, right now. In fact, I thought about the possibilities of breaking Ettore, in front of the whole gang. 'Nah', I then reckoned. That would be too mean. However, it wouldn't hurt to tease him, without taking the humiliation too far. I was a man with a plan. Just wait til we got down to the dungeon play!
"So? How did they take it, Ettore?" Jake says, approaching his lover, flinging his arm over his shoulder.
"Good," is all Ettore confided in him.
"Great, so after the dungeon playing, the four of us will sack out together," Jake said, more as a direct order, than suggestion.
"Yeah, okay," Ettore agreed.
I don't know if Aron noticed, but the look the two gave each other is like when I want to be alone with Aron. It didn't take a rocket scientist to discover the bonds of love the two hold for each other.
Ettore hinted, "Not with Aron smelling like that!"
"Oh, by the way, guys, Greg upchucked!"
"Make him lick it up?" Aron asked.
"Noooo. He was sick enough from Kenny's piss." Jake reported to us.
"Is the man okay?" Ettore asked.
We could tell that Ettore had been genuinely concerned, something I thought to be a new trait for him. Maybe Jake's role in his life was wearing him down?
"Kenny fed Greg some seltzer."
"Somebody mention my name?"
The rest of the pack began filing into the showering room.
"How we all going to shower with no running water?"
"Greg, you turn the cold on, without the hot and Mark's going to get really pissed." Aron told him.
"Did we miss something?" Gino asked.
I could tell my Aron, standing there, his mouth open, the words didn't unflowing, as he glanced over to Ettore.
Instead, he chose, "Mark doesn't like cold water."
"So, what's your point there, Aron?" Gino asked.
They accepted Aron shrugging his shoulders. To help ease the situation, I put my index finger to my temple and twirled it around, as if signifying 'crazy in the brain'!
"Are we ready for some dungeon action?" Ettore switched the subject.
Was I ever! I didn't believe that I had this immense craving to get Ettore down to the dungeon and begin humiliating him. At the time, I didn't know how it would go, but it 'would' happen.
"Oh yeah, can't wait to work Jake over," I replied to Ettore's question.
"What about me?" Aron asks me.
Ettore says, "I thought you wanted to try out some of my new whipping toys, Aron?"
"Oh, okay," Aron replied, not too energetically.
From his downtrodden manner, I knew Aron wanted me to host his participation in the dungeon part of our evening.
"Hey, how about Ettore and I both work you, Aron?" I replied, lifting the sulking chin upwards, to meet my gaze.
Slightly smiling, Aron conceded, "Okay."
In reality, I knew that if Ettore played along with my humiliation game, that he wouldn't be doing too much torturing of the others. In fact, I got this wild idea of using Aron as a pawn, to break Ettore. My cock whole-heartedly agreed in the action to take. So, all eight of us began showering, getting that pee-pee smell off of us. Gino stood behind Juan, soaping his tanned body.
"Oh yeah. It's gonna be lots of fun working these nips over," Gino said, rubbing his soapy hands over the small pec protrusions.
"You torture me now, hombre. What's the difference!" Juan replied to the awesome contact, causing the Hispanic to throw an erection.
"Or maybe I'll throw you on a bondage table and fuck you all night long!"
We all laughed at Gino's suggestions, the six footer towering over Juan's five foot, nine inch frame, his arms crossing Juan's chest and pinching away at the little nubs.
"I'm all set!" Kenny informed us all, with the turning off of Greg's and his shower.
"Ready here," Aron called out.
Ettore followed, cluing us in to his and Jake's attention.
However, Gino still took pleasure in rubbing his 9.5c tube along Juan's ass crevice, his hands still soaping up the front of Juan's body.
"You guys know the way. Come when you're ready," Ettore informed the two.
"We also know the way up," Gino says, noting the location of the bedrooms.
"Hey, whatever's your pleasure, Gino," Ettore stated, giving them a wink.
Gino smiled back at Ettore, then went back to his tantalizing of his lover. Ettore made sure everyguy toweled off, even though he said he would be firing up the furnace, to make us all nice and sweaty.
"Hey, my adenaline is running already. I don't need a hot fire for kindling, Ettore," I joked with him.
"You never did need a push, Mark," He quick-fired back at me, as we made our journey.
As we walked, I became more and more turned on about how to handle my thoughts of humiliating Ettore. I wondered at what point I should start it. No time like the present.
"Here, let me get that, Ettore," I suggested, brushing his hand aside.
Opening the little glass door at the bottom of the pendulum clock, I stopped it from ticking, long enough to loosen the wall panel. It slowly swung open, revealing a stairway.
"Okay. No problem, Mark."
"Why would there be a problem, where I'm concerned, Ettore?" I asked, sarcastically.
Ettore looked at me strangely. I acted like nothing peculiar was going on. Out of the corner of my eye, I saw a blur of him shrugging his shoulders. 'Damn!' I wanted like hell to see him get ticked off, but why? Aron and Jake laughed together. Did Aron clue him in, I wondered? Like often happens to a guy, my cock juices were getting stirred up, reeling my thoughts ahead of me.
"Well, let me light the fire and then we can all get started," Ettore informed us, than added, looking down at my pubes, "Looks as if Mark is all ready."
What a perfect way to indoctrinate Ettore into the world of humility!
"Bet you want to lick it, huh Ettore?" I followed with a snicker.
"What was that, Mark?"
Not only did it strike Ettore as strange, but grabbed all the other guys' attention. Taking my cock in my hand, firiming it, as if approaching a bottom slut, I replied to Ettore, "I figured that since you eyed up my cock that you would want to suck on it."
Ettore scratched his head, then relayed to me, "Are you fuckin' for real, Mark?"
By this time, Ettore had walked up close to me, his face in mine.
"Want to run that by me again, Mark?"
Not backing down, I reiterated, "Get down and suck me, Ettore."
What was I thinking? This hot, macho, twenty year old, hairy, suave, Italian hunk, himself born to dominate, on his knees, in front of our ratpack, sucking my cock?
He laughed, saying, "This is some kind of fuckin' joke, right?"
"Does it look like I'm joking, Ettore?" I lay on him, still firming my cock.
I should have listened to Aron, when he said, "Ahem, Mark, I think this has gone far enough?"
However, Ettore took to brushing Aron aside, saying, "No, that's okay Aron. I'm kind of interested in the challenge here."
"Challenge?" I questioned Ettore.
"Sure. One master challenging another. Looks like it will make a perfect setting for our play tonight."
"Um, can I talk with you, Ettore?" Aron again tried interfering.
"Aron, stay out of this," I cautioned him.
However, Ettore, on override, took Aron aside. Walking over to an obscure part of the dungeon, the place where I think he stashed the rarely used tools, like branding irons, he took Aron under his wing. Now I felt like a complete idiot. Ettore would come back and laugh in my face.
"What's this about a challenge?" Gino asked me.
"So?" I asked, feeling him up for an answer.
Instead of the way I expected him to act, Ettore seemed all serious-like.
"C'mon, Mark."
"Where are we going?"
"C'mon. You and I gotta talk."
I turned to Aron and asked, "What did you say to Ettore?"
"I thought we were going to play tonight, Ettore?" Kenny asks.
"You guys have your fun," Ettore told them. "C'mon, Mark."
Now what had I gotten myself into? Why did Ettore want to take me aside from the gang? I apologized only to my Aron, then followed Ettore up the stairs.
"Your bedroom, Ettore?"
"Yeah. If you're man enough, Mark, you'll follow me."
I did. Right into his trap!
"Ughhhhhh! Oh fuck!"
Entering the door, Ettore's fist greeted me. I doubled over, knees bent to the carpeting, panting. The worst punch to the stomach I ever felt.
"You dirty bastard!" I called out.
I heard a click, which meant the two of us are locked in the bedroom. I hadn't even recovered from the punch to my stomach, when Ettore picked me up by my scalp.
"Akkkkkkkkk.........what tha?"
"Shame on you, Mark! What the fuck you trying to pull downstairs, huh?"
"I... I only was........akkkkkkkkkkk....oooooh noo..." I screamed, as Ettore used my balls to manhandle me.
I cried out when he backhanded me across the face, which sent me flying once again, into the carpeting. Dammit! I had to get a grip on myself. Just because I'm seventeen, why was I letting this twenty year old pound me into the ground?
"Oh shit!" Ettore cried out, as he tried pulling me off the floor, backwards, getting my elbow launched to his ballsacs.
"Well, you took that pretty well!" I said to him, as he fell onto the bed, holding his jewels.
While he remained stunned and incapacitated, I quickly moved in on Ettore, except he wasn't as hurt as I intended him to be. As I charged him, he picked up his leg. The ball of his foot pushed me, right up against my chest. I bounced off of him, like a dodge ball. That gave him the freedom to gain his second wind. Coming at me, his fist caught me once again right above the navel. I caved in. I was done in, now lying out on the floor, my hands under me, holding what was left of my abs. I felt a pair of hands lifting me under my armpits. By force, I walked the short distance to the bed. I figured my ass would be done for, raped to shreds by Ettore's eight and a half inch monster cock. However, instead of any more rough action, I found myself being placed gently on the mattress of the bed, my head on the pillow. All I could focus on was groaning, from the pain in my belly.
"Be right back," I thought I heard Ettore say.
Within moments, I felt something cold on my stomach. I looked down. Ettore had placed an icepack on my belly.
"What tha? That's cold!"
"Yeah, well... I didn't want you to have too many black'n'blue marks tomorrow morning, Mark."
"Why are you helping, me Ettore?"
"Frankly, Mark, because I love you like a brother and wondered what the fuck got into you tonight?"
"I don't know, Ettore."
He grinned.
"What?" I questioned his intentions.
"Might it be power?"
"Power, Ettore?"
Ettore lay down next to me, on the bed. I watched him get comfortable, his hands behind his head. Damn, what a handsome man he is, with all that chest fur, the stripe down the middle of his abs, forming around that deep navel and then continuing down to the most perfect pubic area.
"Yeah. Been there myself, Mark."
"How so?"
I went to turn towards him, but the icepack rolled off my still sore stomach.
"Whoa now. Give that a few minutes, yet, Mark."
"Yeah, okay," I agreed, lying down, my back flat out.
However, when Ettore went to relax, he didn't return to lying on his back. Keeping his side posture, he cuddled closer to me, moving the slippery pack around my stomach.
"Ettore?"
"Yeah?"
"Why aren't you beating me to a pulp?"
"Hee heeee.... I'm surprised you took that gutpunch so well, Mark and hey... you really did surprise me with that elbow to the balls, but we've got to work on your self defense."
"Huh? What are you talking about, Ettore? I just tried to make a fool out of you in the dungeon."
"I know. Aron didn't spare any words."
"He didn't tell you about, um...."
"Trying to humiliate me?"
I turned my head the other way, probably in shame. Ettore's hand brought my chin back, facing him.
"Ettore, I'm sorry. I really don't know why. Like you said... 'guess I wanted to show off for the guys."
Not saying anything, Ettore leaned over and put his lips on mine. For quite some time, we locked lips, tonguing each other.
"I thought you wouldn't want to have anything to do with me, Ettore."
"Hey, I was young once, don't forget that, Mark. Alex didn't kick me out on my ass."
"You... you did the same to Doctor Abel? I mean Alex?"
"Yeah. Got my gut tucked in more than you. Fortunately for you, Mark, you didn't take it too far. Now I can have a sense of humor about it, but Alex, man was he pissed!"
"What did he do?"
"First of all, instead of friends, I had tried to exercise my authority over him, in front of a couple of college jocks."
"You didn't?"
"Yep. I wound up in worse trouble then the 'wannabees'!"
"What did he do?"
"Um, well," Ettore started to explain, turning over, "I think you can still see a tiny scar on my shoulder."
"Yeah, I see it. What did he do?"
"Whipped me til I passed out."
"That's insane!"
"No it wasn't. I deserved every lash. Besides, he didn't whip me like I'd whip a guy. He wanted to teach me a lesson, not kill me!"
"You held back on the gutpunches when you hit me, didn't you Ettore?"
"Like Alex, I only wanted to... not really teach you a lesson, Mark, but..."
"Then what?"
"Maybe take you down a peg or two. I don't know."
"I deserved it, Ettore."
"Yeah," is all he said, looking into my eyes. Getting up on his knees, he said to me, "Here, slide over to the middle of the bed, Mark."
"What are you going to do, Ettore?"
"Don't you trust me, Mark?"
Of course I trusted Ettore. I guess this was a little misunderstanding, or taken as a lesson in growing up. I mean, if Ettore wanted to trick me into more punishment, he could have opted to send the gang out of the dungeon and use every torture tool on me. But no. He brought me up to his own private sanctuary. That still didn't put me in the clear, I thought. To show my trust, I moved over to the middle of the bed, Ettore helping me, since my belly still ached.
"Comfortable, Mark?"
"Yeah. What are you going to do?"
At this point, Ettore knelt in between my legs.
"You're not going to fuck me, are you?"
"Masters don't fuck masters, Mark."
"Was wondering if you still considered me one."
Not saying anything, Ettore picked up the icepack and hurled it off the bed, not watching where it went. Leaning down, his tongue licked over my navel.
"Hey!" I did a half situp.
"Did I hurt ya, Mark?"
"No. But...."
"Then lie down and take it easy, huh? You're only going to get this treatment from me once."
"Treatment?"
As one of his hands pressed my shoulder down into the bed, his other palm ran along the side of my body, up to my pit and then down to my torso. Next, Ettore's tongue licked from the base of my cock up to the head.
"Oooooooh, Ettore! Why..."
"Shhhhhh..." he shushed me, then went back to tonguing my cock.
I wondered how Ettore got so good at giving a blowjob. Man, did his tongue do wonders for me forgetting about the pain in my stomach. By the time I had a rigid erection, my whole pubes, hair, balls and all had been well greased up with his saliva. Moving slightly to the side, he pursed his lips and ran them up and down the whole side of my hard shaft. I moaned in ecstasy, cursing the good, good feeling. I don't know how long Ettore primed my cock before engulfing it in his mouth. Popping off occasionally, he proceeded to tantalize my balls, each one winding up in his warm mouth, like buns in an oven.
"Do I get to... oooh.... reciprocate?"
Not answering, vocally, Ettore repositioned himself so that his stomach hovered over my chest. I turned my head, to take his cock inside my mouth. My tongue lapped at it, until it remained fully erect and then only could I get it tame enough to enter my mouth. Not caring about my stomach, I rolled over on my side. Ettore and I now engaged in a '69', sucking each other's hard shaft, to perfection. Ater what seemed like hours, Ettore got up off the bed.
"We done?"
"Not yet."
Going to the closet, Ettore returned with a wide belt. Next, he walked to the bottom of the bed, where two posts stood attached to the queensized frame. He held both arms up, his hands clasping the top rounds of the posts, his back facing the bed.
"C'mon Mark."
"What are you saying, Ettore?"
"Dominate me. Make me your slave."
"No way, Ettore."
He didn't say anything, but stand there and wait. I picked up the belt from where he tossed it on my body. First kneeling, I nudged my way down towards the foot of the bed.
"Will you fuckin' get to it, Mark!"
My first strike across his shoulderblades would have been scored as a wimp's attempt.
"Harder, dammit!"
The second drove the point home.
"Akkkkkkkkk... again, dammit!"
I swung the belt, aiming for the same place. It wrapped around his chest.
"Akkkkkkkkk... again! Akkkkkkkkk....again!"
Ettore kept up his dictation of the whipping, until I did it without his provocation. After about thirty lashes, I sensed his hands drooping from the top of the posts. I stopped.
With a hand on Ettore's shoulder, folded over to the top of his hairy chest, I gently pulled backwards, saying, "That's enough."
"No," Ettore countermanded.
"I said 'that's enough'!"
I can't believe the force at which I gave the command. Looking at me, Ettore sat down, then lay back on the bed.
"Now fuck me, Mark!"
I was totally aghast at his remark.
"Fuck you, Ettore? Why?"
"Because you will be the only man I will ever submit to."
"But I don't want you to submit to me, Ettore."
"Yes you do, Mark."
I lied to myself, saying that I didn't want to fuck Ettore, when in reality I had the strange desire to take and break this man. How could I? Ettore is the guy who started my training. He would be the man who would continue training me, if I wanted to pursue it. Readying to protest on more time, Ettore picked his legs up, showing me his hairy asshole.
"Fuck me, Mark. Take me and make me your slave."
There came a knock at the door, with a timid, "Mark? You in there?"
"It's Aron," I said to Ettore.
"Let him in."
I went to the bedroom door, unlocked it and let Aron in, after asking, "Are you alone?"
Relocking the door, Aron came in, walking right up to the bed.
"Ettore, why are you sitting like that?"
"Why do you think, Aron?"
"Looks like me when Mark wants to fuck me.. my chute all ready to be invaded."
I had to smile at the cute way my Aron put it. Ettore saw my grin, which gave into him as a sense of humor.
"Yeah. While Mark's fucking my ass, I'm going to be sucking your cock, Aron."
"What tha fuck?"
Grin number two filled my face, as did Ettore's. He also behaved in a more light-hearted mode.
"Yeah, c'mon up and sit on my chest, Aron."
"You're really going to suck my cock, Ettore?"
"Sure. It'll be fun."
I said to my love, "He's only doing this once, so take full advantage of it, Aron!"
"But why? Ettore, you're a topguy."
"Aron," I gently replied, "don't ask... just do it?"
Shrugging his shoulders, he hopped up on the bed and slapped his balls right down on Ettore's chest.
"I don't get it, Ettore, but if you want it, then open up!"
Watching myself, I had to see it happen, as Ettore consumed Aron's piece. Then I stood on the bed, my feet at Ettore's shoulders, facing Aron. I didn't even need to prompt him, as he opened his mouth and took my shaft in, to lube up. Looking up, I could tell Ettore got something out of watching my Aron lube up the tube that would soon be pounding his ass.
"Yeah, get it all nice and greasy, Aron," Ettore coaxed my lover, relating to Aron's mouth sucking on my piece.
I had to laugh to myself at Ettore. He acted, as if eager, to suck on Aron's 6.5c. Everytime Aron lurched forward, taking my cock deeper into his mouth, the forwards movement of his body jutted his own cock closer to Ettore's face, jabbing him in the chin. To counteract the broadsiding of his Adam's apple, Ettore would bend his chin to his hairy chest, open his mouth and try to at least latch on to my love's cockhead. Whever Aron lay back on his ass, sitting more upright on Ettore's stomach, his cock would drag backwards, along Ettore's densely haired chest. I wondered what kind of feelings my Aron's cock felt, sensitized by the grinding action of that Italian, coiffed-looking hair.
Laugh number two came, when I informed Aron that he had done a fine job at lubing me up, then alerting Ettore, "Ready to pound ass!"
Ettore, I'm sure faking, but not totally one hundred percent sure, showed the look of horror on his face. I had to hand it to my love, though. My idea of humiliating Ettore rubbed off on him. As I traveled the length of Ettore's body, to wind up at his waiting asschute, my Aron did a complete round about, his knees resting against the tops of Ettore's shoulders. His cock hung down in Ettore's face. With a bird'seye view, between the valley of Ettore's legs, I watched Aron, head down bend his torso, nearing his cock towards the waiting mouth and then, just as Ettore readied to close his lips around my sixteen year old lover's cock, Aron propped himself up, removing his cock, like pulling a fishing line out of the water. Aron snagged the bait away from the fishes mouth. The first three times, Aron's laugh was followed by Ettore's who thought it 'cute'. I giggled. However, when Aron went fishing the fourth time, his teen cock luring the predator, Ettore threw both arms 'round back Aron's ass and reeled the bait in. I watched the facial expression of my love, totally enjoying the tantallizing tongue action.
"Oh man, Mark," he exclaimed, then commented, "Ettore's got a big mouth."
I wondered what Aron meant, a quizzical look on my face, for which he provided the answer.
"Hee heee... he's got both my cock 'and' balls in there!"
Smiling, I knew it only would be a matter of time before my young lover's genitals bloomed into something more substantial. It happened to me, sure enough, inflating my balls and extending my cock another inch, arriving at it's current 7.5c. Of course, I'm only seventeen. Who knows when the growth process would stop?
"Anything else, Aron?"
"What do you mean Mark?"
"Well, I was almost ready to shove my cock up Ettore's ass, when you interrupted me!" I said jovially.
Ettore mentions, a slurp and let up on the sucking action, "You can interrupt Mark all you want, Aron."
Aron lifts his ass. We watch as Ettore's face shifts back from it's side position and smiles at us. All rebounds, Ettore opens his mouth, his arms returning around Aron's ass, bringing his cock into place.
"I betcha this is not going to taste as good as your's, Mark."
Aron smiles but a minute, before going down on Ettore's tall tool.
Well, Ettore sure did take it like a man. I never heard my Aron make a single sound of discontentment, as I forced my cock into Ettore's ass rim. In fact, the thing that happens, when most guys find that getting their ass filled, trying to push their ass towards the invader, Ettore had been no different.
"Take it easy, Aron," I warned him.
"Huh? Why, Mark?"
"I want to make this a nice long fuck."
Aron told me later, he got the best thrill of the three of us, the feeling of Ettore's vibrating throat and awed moments, having a terrifically good effect on the sides of his cock. For myself, I'm not so sure my love's opinion ruled. I accredit my Aron with part of the fuel for the driving force behind the one of the hottest fucks of my career. Every five minutes or so, I'd hear Ettore sighed, even though his mouth was plugged.
Aron would disconnect from Ettore's 8.5c shaft and ask me either, "His chute isn't as nice as mine, right Mark?" or "You're not as satisfied with Ettore's ass, as much as mine, right Mark?" or "Betcha his ass rim doesn't clamp down as much as mine, does it, Mark?" or the king of the 'cutesy' sighs of wonderment, "Bet you'd rather be in me than him right now, huh Mark?"
Of couse, and I'm not lying, no man's ass could compromise the tender feeling of fucking my sweet love's chute. I've 'owned' Aron's ass since he was born. Fucked it hundreds of times. It's like leaving an indelible stamp on it. My cock; his ass. The one and only. Besides, there's differences between fucking a sixteen year old's ass and that of a man, four years older. Plus, there's the personality difference and the reasons for binding the ties. I mentioned the force behind the power, too. It wasn't only my own stamina forcing my shaft into Ettore's twenty year old ass chamber.
I told no lie when saying that no man's ass could match my love's, but for a fact, the volume of Aron's voice, I'm sure registered with Ettore's ears. Of course I had to answer my love, maybe with some higher decibels, telling him, "Are you kidding, Aron? You're ass is far superior to the ass I'm fucking now!" or "Aron, you kidding? There's no comparison!" or "Fucking? You call this fucking? No way. Fucking, is burying my shaft deep in 'your' ass, my love!"
Each of questions and answers ended in me pressing my balls up to Ettore's ass, my ass remaining stationery and lifting my Aron's chin to plant a sweet kiss on him. Well, sometimes something more aggressive. To this day, my cock has never tasted an ass sweeter than my love's. Oh, and... Ettore lied to me. Master 'do' fuck Masters! Secondly, he half lied. This 'did' happen on more than one account, unlike him quoting, 'You're only going to get this treatment from me once.' Half-bogus, because we had many other accounts of multi-partnered sex, though with Jake included. Still, I got to be the only man on top, having at least three separate orgasms, during the course of the evening. I let it remain a secret between my love and myself, that Aron had wanted to try to feed my ass crevice with his 6.5c tool. He was so cute in the asking, like telling someone he was gay, coming out softly with, 'Mark, do you think sometime I could wiggle my worm into your apple?'
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No joke, folks!
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