7. Noir #6
The next day they bought me my own silk pajamas.
A lot of them. I was staining every fucking night.
I think Mason had told Mr. Arbagast about my nocturnal emissions, and he was amused.
Harold and I played croquet every day and watched reruns of Jeopardy so he could show me how smart he was, and every night I would eagerly wait for the powerful blonde stud to bang his young son, so I could get off on the sex sounds.
I was sort of like a voyeur, but I didn’t get off on watching. I got off on listening.
After a couple of weeks, one night they went into the bedroom, and I got into the sack and turned out the light.
I was anxiously waiting for my ‘program’ to begin, when the door opened.
Framed in the light of a lamp, was a large naked Mr. Arbagast. I stared at his enormous dick.
No wonder Harold couldn’t wait to get back to his father.
“Harold would like you to join us.” he said. “Harold says he likes it when you fuck him.”
“Does he? I’m glad.”
“Come on.” He stretched out an arm and led me into the large master bedroom. Harold was lying naked on the satin sheets, his legs splayed apart, like waiting for someone to crawl between them, to stuff a cock down into his little hole. All he had to do was raise his legs. He looked good.
I started to take off my silk pajamas, and dropped them by the side of the enormous bed.
“Room enough for three,” I thought. I crawled up on the bed, and Arbagast guided me till I was straddling his son’s face.
Harold opened his mouth, and my dick disappeared.
Ahh. The Case of the Disappearing Dick. This was an interesting case. I hoped I didn’t solve it too quickly.
Harold munched and munched on my member with great enjoyment.
His father looked on lovingly, enjoying the spectacle, and fondling my see-saw asscheeks.
Then he moved me to Harold’s side and took my place on the boy’s face, feeding his own outsized pecker between his son’s jaws.
Harold’s cheeks were hollowing in, every time he took a big suck on his dad’s giant rammer.
I played with myself as Mr. Arbagast fucked his kid’s mouth, and then daringly I raised one hand and stroked Mr. Arbagast’s round fleshy cheeks, as they clenched and unclenched and clenched again.
“I know what Harold would really like,” announced Mr. Arbagast.
“What’s that?” I asked.
“A double fuck. A little DP. A little double penetration. You’d like that wouldn’t you, son?”
“Oh, yes, daddy. I think I’d like that a lot. What a good idea.”
Arbagast patted his son’s cheek. “I thought you would,” He said.
I had no idea how we were going to accomplish this, so I let Arbagast take complete charge.
He seemed to have the strategics worked out.
“Move over, Harold,” he instructed. “Let Mr. Piper lie down.” Then he turned to me.
“Get in the middle of the bed and lie on your back.” I followed his instructions to the letter, as if he were my drill sergeant.
“Harold. Get down there and suck on Mr. Piper’s big dick. Get it nice and hard.”
Harold also followed instructions, and it felt terrific.
He sucked my dick, he slurped my balls into his mouth.
He went back to my dick. It was terrific.
Mr. Arbagast had reached for something on the night table.
It was lube. He rubbed it all over my big dick.
He rubbed it all over his bigger dick. He started feeding into Harold’s little ass with his long fingers.
I watched the digits twisting around in Harold’s delicious hole.
My dick was gonna be in there in a few minutes. Yeah. And four thousand a week.
“Harold. Climb over Mr. Piper, and sit down on his dick. But face away from him. Face his feet.” Harold grabbed my pole and held it in position as he lowered his butt onto it.
I couldn’t see the look of pleasure that must have been sweeping across his face at that moment, because he was facing my feet.
But his hole was starting to surround my dick, and now he was sitting down.
Yes. His cheeks were warming my abdominals.
He was squeezing his tunnel all around my flesh, and moving up and down. Damn it. This was good.
Suddenly I felt my legs being spread apart.
Arbagast was crawling between them. He stood on his knees, and when he was in position, he grabbed Harold, and they started tongue-sucking again.
Then he lifted Harold legs, so that Harold was like a top, spinning on my dick.
His legs were in the air, and my dick was the only thing that was holding him up.
My dick in his ass was his only connection to the earth.
“Lie back on his chest, Harold,” Arbagast instructed.
Harold stretched out on me, and I started flexing into him.
Then I felt Arbagast’s hot wide meat rubbing against the bottom of my prick while I was outstroking, and then there was pressure, and Harold was moaning.
“MMMMMMM.MMMMMM.” Papa was pushing his dick into Harold’s ass right on top of mine.
“How the hell was Harold gonna take two big dicks in that little hole of his?” I wondered.
The second dick was spreading, spreading, spreading the hole, and now a little of it was getting inside, and it was a real tight fit, but a little more was getting in, and our two cocks were dueling inside Harold, and I’d never felt anything like this in my life. Well, almost.
Now he was all in. Our cocks were as one, and our balls were kissing each other’s balls.
Never were two guy’s cocks so together. I raised my arms around Harold, and grabbed at Arbagast’s ass.
He lowered his arms around Harold and grabbed at my ass.
We were a Harold sandwich. He fucked Harold.
I fucked Harold. And we coordinated our movements into a machine-like perfection.
We both slammed in together, and we both eased out together.
“We’re fucking my boy,” observed Arbagast.
“Yeah. Fucking him,” I agreed breathlessly.
Arbagast must have really been turned on, because while we were fucking, he moved Harold’s upper torso slightly to the side, and bent over it, to sink his large tongue into my mouth.
Now it was Arbagast and me who were sucking tongues, and Harold was just lying there helpless but happy with two monster dicks plowing into the deepest recesses of his rectal chamber.
“I’m gonna cum,” said Arbagast. “Can you cum with me?”
“Yes,” I said. We both started pounding furiously, the scorching loads building in our respective balls, and then there was even less space in Harold’s ass as we both swelled up, but then the juices started to flow, and I could feel his bathing my cock, and he could feel mine bathing his cock, and Harold could feel both emissions bathing his hot hole, and he came, and everybody was screaming in lust and passion and fulfillment.
“GGGGRRRRRRAAAAAA. GGGGGRRRRRAAAAAAHHH.” Etc.
“By the way,” Mr. Arbagast whispered in my ear. “Feel free to fuck Harold any time. Any time at all. You have my permission.”
“Thank you,” I said.
“Thank you, daddy,” murmered Harold.
“Anything for my boy, you know that.” And they kissed again.
I keep ruminating on the strange turns my life has taken.
From a broken-down private eye with a run-down shabby office, I was now living in the lap of luxury.
The best clothes. The best pajamas. Great pay.
And a beautiful young ass to fuck whenever I felt like it.
It was all like a dream. It was all like a movie.
It was all like one of those black and white movies they used to make in Hollywood back in the 1940’s.
I think now they have a name for that kind of movie. It’s called ‘film noir’.