Date: Wed, 24 Apr 2024 18:12:25 +0000 From: peter Subject: Detour Into Depravity - Chapter 18 Previously: Pete never saw it coming...Nick and Pook conspired to make Pete their bitch during Pook's weekend visit. Tied to a chair, Pete is forced to watch his two boys go at it hard before they showered him with their cum. That was followed by being pig-roasted, and again being denied an orgasm himself. Worn out, the boys sleep the night away on Pete's chest. Please contact me with your thoughts: psorenson9@hotmail.com And please contribute to Nifty to keep these great stories coming: http://donate.nifty.org. Chapter 18 No, surprise, I barely slept that night, while Pook, on my left, and Nick, on my right sawed wood. I should've felt like I was somehow betraying Nick by having Pook in bed with us, but Nick was complicit in the weekend's sordid plans, so I didn't feel terribly guilty. And the fact of the matter was that I've never been more at peace than I was at this moment with these two young men so safe in my arms. Two men whose success I had contributed to. Two men who respected me and looked up to me. And two men with whom I'd had the most memorable sex of all time; tonight included. I apparently dozed off at some point because the next thing I remembered was being stirred away by Nick, shifting his weight and snuggling even harder into me. Damn I loved that boy. Still nestled into my chest with my arm around him holding him tight, he looked up at me and whispered, "Good morning, Daddy." "Good morning, my boy", I whispered back. I wanted to wrap my other arm around him to hold him even closer, but Pook was tucked into that side of me. I was still the meat in their sandwich. Nick and I smiled at each other, and he gently lowered his hand to take my cock into his hand, which after yesterday's denial, instantly hardened. He slowly began to stroke it and then leaned even closer into my ear and whispered quietly, I wish I could get you off, but Pook and I have even more plans for you. Hope that's ok." "If that's what you boys want, I'll make it work", I responded. Nick let go of my cock and with the same hand caressed up my torso until, reaching my face, pulled my face to his and leaned in and gave me a quiet, but passionate kiss, and then tucked himself back into me and dozed off again. Fuck, now I was hard again, with no way to remedy that. I had to wonder if that little move was part of the plan. It couldn't have been though...Nick could never be that cruel. Sometime later I woke again sensing that now both my boys were awake. Not only awake, but the bed was empty except for me and I could hear them clattering away in the kitchen. I threw on my robe to join them and found them both in their jockstraps, making coffee, chatting, like two old friends (or my likely fuckbuddies). Not seeing me enter, I announced, "Good morning, gentlemen". Nick rushed to my side to give me an official good morning kiss, and Pook, somewhat more reserved, gave me a courteous hug and asked, "You ok this morning, Pete?" "Of course", I responded forcefully. "Why shouldn't I be?" "Just making sure", Pook snickered back. I looked at the clock are realized it was nearly 10. I had gotten some much-needed rest. And for the first time in the past 24 hours, I wasn't rock hard. We made casual chit chat about how everyone slept and all the usual stuff when a guy sleeps with his current and past boyfriend. Just a typical Sunday morning. They had been sitting drinking coffee for some time and had one place set for breakfast. I assumed they'd already eaten and saved something for me. "Looks like you two have eaten breakfast already. Have I been asleep that long?" I asked surprised that I apparently had. Neither Nick nor Pook responded at first. They looked back and forth at each other and finally Nick answered, rather awkwardly, "Yeah, you slept in, but Pook is making breakfast for you. We have something special planned for you while he and I go to brunch." It took me a minute to process that. THEY'RE going to brunch while I stay back. And what does `something special' mean? Whatever it was, it had to be part of their plan. The last words spoken last night was when I said "...I'm sure you two have more plans up your sleeve for tomorrow", to which Pook responded "Sure fucking do." I was about to find out. I calmly poured myself a cup of coffee as if I didn't have a care in the world, sat down at the counter with them with the same nonchalance, and, addressing them both casually asked, "Would you care to elaborate on what `something special' might be?" They looked at each other with a mischievous grin, and Nick nodded to Pook. Pook got up and went back to his room (which hadn't been used once yet this weekend other than to store all the `surprises' he'd brought for me) and came out with a wrapped gift. "For you Pete. A little something I picked out just for you to entertain you this morning while we're away", he said, now even more devilishly. I lifted it and it had some heft, and I contemplated not opening it. If I didn't accept it, whatever it was couldn't be used against me. Not quite ready to dive back into the sordidness of the weekend, I pushed it aside and said only half kiddingly, "How about I open it after I get something to eat. I wouldn't want my appetite spoiled". "Good idea", Nick offered and popped up to make me breakfast. He poured more coffee, juice and made me scrambled eggs and toast, just enough to take the edge off my mid-morning appetite. While he was prepping breakfast, I asked what the plans were for today, knowing that they'd given every minute of the weekend thought. Pook went first, "Well, after our brunch and your special treat, it's such a spectacular day, we thought the three of us would head to the pool. I brought a suit that's sexy as hell, and Nick tells me you have a spectacular new white suit that Nick and I are gonna make you wear today." Ware they ordering me to wear it? If they were, the thought alone made me hard. "Nick made reservations for dinner at a place you guys like, so we thought we'd start the evening there, then after that we thought we'd do a little clubbing to show off our daddy. We have a place in mind, but we'll let you know later where we're thinking." Damn, I thought to myself. This is going to get very interesting. They have this all figured out. "Then, after the clubs close, back here, where we'll..." pausing to find the right words, "...finish off what we started last night." And then in an overly chipper tone of voice he added, "Sound good Pete?" "Lemme think about it...I'll let you know", I deadpanned back. Not knowing what I was facing, I took my time finishing my breakfast. I could tell the boys were eager to get to the next chapter of this increasingly depraved weekend, and I was loathe to give them that satisfaction. But after a while, I couldn't delay any longer. Sensing this, Pook pushed the still wrapped gift back to me, he added, "C'mon Pete, open your gift. We think you'll.....find it fascinating", he added with yet another evil grin. I looked up at Nick and he gave me an endearing shrug of his shoulders and an expression that conveyed, `Don't blame me, it was Pook's idea'. The gift was roughly the size of a shoe box. Not wanting to appear eager to see what was inside, I carefully removed the wrapping paper to reveal a box containing what appeared to be a high quality sex toy. Inspecting it, I realized I'd missed the name of the toy as now it screamed at me: "The Edge." The outside was rather discreet, so I opened it to see what was inside. Carefully packaged inside was what appeared to be an implement (ok, a sex toy) with two attached pieces. One piece was clearly some kind of buttplug/prostate vibrator/stimulator. The other piece was equally easy to identify--a fleshlight of some sort. But they were connected to each other with plastic coated wires that met in the middle into some sort of patch about the size of a half dollar, that looked like it was meant to be applied to your skin somewhere. Although I recognized the prostate vibrator and the fleshlight, I didn't have a clue what the patch was for. I kept digging in the box and found what looked like a sophisticated remote control, and an instruction booklet. I pushed myself away from the table and asked, "All right gentlemen. Do you care to let me in on this apparent instrument of torture?" Pook piped up, "Here's the deal, Pete. You've been such a good daddy to both of us, we want to reward you with an epic edging session. Here's how it works." Picking up the vibrator, he said, "You know what this is. It has several different levels of intensity and vibration patterns." Then he picked up the fleshlight and added, "And I know you know what this is. And it too, has lots of different speeds and levels of pressure." "But here's the magic part", he added like a kid. Holding up the piece that the wires fed into, he added, "This little piece adheres to that magic spot between your balls and your hole. It can accurately measure what the prostate is thinking and doing. And it can sense EXACTLY when you're about to blow." "So far, so good?" Nick asked rather sheepishly. All I could do was nod. "Ok", continued Pook. "So you're going to get all cleaned up for us, inside and out, if you know what I mean, and we're going to get you all set up with your new toy and go have brunch. You'll have all that time just to enjoy its....pleasure". Sensing my apprehension, Nick crouched down next to me and added, "Daddy, believe me when I tell you this is for your own good. You're amazing when you're in charge, and I don't want that to change. But I know that every once in a while you like to be a bit of a....slut. That's what this weekend is about. And I promise you a couple hours of The Edge is just what the doctor ordered. Then we spend the afternoon by the pool where everyone gets to ogle you and envy Pook and me, and then the club where we own you. After that, I promise you that tonight will be the most epic night of sex you could imagine". Looking at Nick I asked with a half smile, "I know Pook is behind this. Are you sure you want it as well?" "Yes daddy, please, for me", he replied earnestly. "Ok, you assholes, let's do this." I didn't want to give it any thought. If I did, I probably would've bailed on the entire weekend. "Ok, daddy, go hop in the shower and get cleaned...ionside and out. Pook and I will get the toy ready." With very mixed emotions, I headed to the bathroom to "freshen up" and as I was in there, I could hear activity in the bedroom. Once clean, I came out to find the bed neatly made, with the wrist and ankle restraints prominently present, and The Edge, waiting for me ominously in the middle of the bed. And, oh yeah, a bottle of lube to help get everything in the right place. I looked at what awaited me and sighed. "How long are we thinking here boys? "At least two hours, Pete" Pook quickly answered. Nick told me how busy brunch is at the place we're going. We may have a wait. "Well", I answered sarcastically, "we wouldn't want you two to have to wait. What a pity". "No worries, Pete," Pook responded. "We know you'll be WELL taken care of. Let's do this!" I walked to the bed, laid down on the device that would torture me for the next two hours, and extended my arms and legs to be restrained. Finding myself back in that erotically vulnerable position and having been denied for the past 24 hours, my cock instantly became hard. "Ooohhh", Pook laughed, "someone is happy to play with his new toy." All I could do was glare at him. Pook leaned down to my mid-section to get me hooked up to the device. Holding the fleshlight component, he said, "Since your cock seems to be....ready, let's put our little friend here in place." By `little friend', I didn't know if he was referring to the fleshlight or my hard cock, but it didn't really matter. Thankfully, he squirted lube on the interior and slowly slid it down my cock. DAMN, that felt amazing! I'd never used a fleshlight and now I knew why they had become so popular. He pushed it down just far enough that all you could see was the mushroom head of my cock. And embarrassingly, it was already wet at the tip. "Good, step one completed. Now Pete, I need you to lift your ass just a bit so we can slide our other little friend up there." This time, he applied LOTS of lube, for which I was even more grateful. Pook then motioned for Nick to join him at my mid-section, and said, "Hold out your fingers", indicating he was going to lube Nick's fingers for Nick to lube me. "I think you should do the honors." Nick lubed his fingers, but before starting, looked into my eyes, seemingly asking for permission. I looked deep into his, gave a wink and nodded. "Take a breath, Daddy," Nick said, and gently and lovingly pushed his lubed fingers up my hole. Damn that felt good, I thought to myself. "Ready?" Pook asked Nick. "I think so", Nick replied. "Here we go daddy," Pook said as he pushed the sculpted vibrator up my hole. It was amazing how the tip of it immediately located my prostate, and it was shaped, both inside and out, not to become dislodged. The inventor of this toy was pure evil. "Ok, for the finale. Pook applied the special substance that came with the toy on one side of the patch and then firmly pressed it against my frenulum (that often overlooked patch of skin between your balls and your asscrack). After keeping it pressed with his fingers for about a minute, he gave the wires a slight tug to make sure everything was in place. It was. Nothing was going anywhere. I was already starting to sweat wondering how I'd be able to tolerate two hours of this without cumming. The scene was so erotic, I felt like I could cum at any minute. "Ok daddy", Pook started, "here's how this works. There are lots of different ways to play with this toy, but I'm going to put it on `automatic' since we won't be here to manipulate it and you seem to be a bit `tied up'", he sneered. "Here's what that means. I'm going to program the vibrator to massage your prostate first, then the action will move to your cock and the fleshlight will be having all the fun. But all the while, the magic patch is reading the response in your prostate and is programmed to shut everything down JUST BEFORE you cum. That's right...it'll take you right up to the edge, hence the name, "The Edge', and shut down so you don't cum. I'll program it to start slow, but as the time elapses, the vibrator and the fleshlight will both increase intensity. It'll be like having a mechanical whore taking you to the edge." But there was more. Pook continued, "And just so you're in on the action, it's hooked up to the flatscreen there", pointing to the flatscreen tv in our bedroom which I had a clear line of sight to, "and you can see how close you are to cumming." He pushed a button and an image of a thermometer-like object appeared on the screen. The bottom third, was green, the middle third was yellow, and at the very top was red. He explained, "The patch tells the TV screen how close you are to cumming. When it's at green, you're just getting warmed up. When you reach yellow, you're closer, and just as you reach red, it'll shut down, and drop back to green as you....relax. Then you get to rest...and then start over", he grinned. "Let's see if it works", he said impishly. He pushed a button and I could immediately feel vibrations in my ass. I could see and feel the two of them watching me for a reaction, but it felt so good I didn't care. I moaned softly, and probably started to gyrate my hips. The feeling was immediately fantastic. And as expected, like clockwork, the indicator on the screen moved quickly up the green portion. It wasn't quite to yellow yet when Pook said, "Damn, it's working! Let's see what this does", and he pushed another button. Almost immediately, the vibration in my hole stopped, but the fleshlight started a rhythmic pumping motion. Slow and steady, and, DAMN did that feel good. "OOOOHhhhh," I moaned. I didn't want to give them that satisfaction, but I couldn't help myself. And I couldn't help but notice the image on the screen. After only a couple minutes of this phase, I had crossed into the yellow zone and the indicator continued to rise. "Ok", Pook said. "Your new toy seems to be working its magic. I'm going to program it to keep you busy, Pete, and Nickie and I will be out for awhile. I'm sure you'll be properly entertained while we're away. See you in a couple hours", he said, and they walked toward the door. As they were leaving, Nick turned and gave me on last look, again seeming to ask, `You sure you're ok?' I didn't want to disappoint my boy; I knew how much this meant to him. I simply smiled and nodded. And they were gone. Well, now it was just me and The Edge. `Just relax and enjoy it' I thought to myself. It was so strangely erotic. Here I found myself nude, alone and restrained with an electronic plug pleasantly filling my ass, a thick rubberish fist gripping my hard cock, both hooked up to a `brain' that would take me to the edge. Fortunately, quite a few minutes elapsed before anything occurred which only contributed to the erotic suspense. Then I felt it. It was a slow, but steady buzz in my rectum that felt instantly pleasurable, so much so I wanted it to go on forever. My cock, which had softened slightly after they left, leapt to attention, and before long was starting to emit tiny droplets of precum. I could feel sweat begin to form on my body and became so aroused I wanted to lick that precum off my dick. I looked at the monitor, and, no surprise, the vibrator alone had taken me just barely into the yellow section. I couldn't help myself from groaning aloud. Miraculously, the vibrator ceased and immediately the fleshlight commenced. Like the vibrator, it was more intense than the trial run we'd done before they left. It started slowly but intensified in pressure and pace. Like getting jerked off harder and faster by the softest hand in the universe. I found myself fighting the restraints and thrusting my hips into it to create an angle that would allow me to cum. It got about a third the way up the yellow section, and thankfully stopped there. My heart was beating like I'd just run a 100 meter sprint. I was sweating. But damn this thing felt good. Part of me wanted it to start again; I longed for the pleasure it brought me. The other part wanted it to malfunction and stop working altogether; I didn't know how much I'd be able to take. Then it started. First the vibrator, but this time in quick little bursts that seemed to be mocking me. It wouldn't give me the satisfaction of repeating what it did the first time; the little bursts said to me, `you don't have a chance against us'. Faster and faster, the bursts took me further into the yellow than the last vibrator session. Like before, the vibrator stopped and the fleshlight picked up where it left off and was set differently too. Now the strokes rolled up and down my cock as if it were trying to squeeze the cum out of me. Faster, tighter, harder, faster, tighter, harder. I bucked and groaned but I was still in the pleasure zone; I hadn't quite reached that point of no return. When I reached slightly higher into the yellow than last time, it ceased again. The pattern continued. First the vibrator would massage my prostate forcing copious amounts of precum to drip from my embarrassingly hard cock down onto my stomach. I'd groan in pure ecstasy wanting the feeling to last forever. It was nearly druglike. Then the fleshlight would pick up where the vibrator left off. It was as if the machine knew that the vibrator had coerced my prostate to produce even more cum and the fleshlight's job was to jerk it out of me. It tried as hard as it could and every time, JUST as I was ready to blow, it mercilessly stopped. I cried, literally cried to be released from this ecstasy. I bucked my hips and screamed for release. Every time, the temperature gauge got right to the top of the yellow section and skirted the bottom of the red, and the fleshlight would stop. I'd buck like a madman praying I could coax the cum out of my balls, but the machine had the last word. Every time. And every subsequent time the cycle started, my almost-orgasm came more quickly. I could tell from a clock nearby that when we started, it took me almost five minutes to get to the point in which I was ready to blow. About 90 minutes had elapsed and now it was taking less than a minute. Fortunately, the machine would stay quiet for longer now too. It knew I needed time to recover. It could read my mind through my prostate. Another cycle began and I thought I'd finally lose control and ejaculate, winning the battle with the machine. I've seen handless orgasms in porn but had never experienced one. If I could trick the machine, this could be the first time ever. The vibrator had started and I could feel the cum travel to the base of my cock. In the shortest time yet, the action moved from the vibrator to the fleshlight and I had every sign I would blow. I was yelling, bucking, panting, nearly hyperventilating when it stopped again, the door opened in in walked my boys. I was covered in sweat and probably had bruised wrists and ankles from my fruitless attempts to break my restraints. Nick ran to my side, and Pook took the control and turned off the machine. Nick leaned over my with some concern, "Daddy, shit, are you alright?" he asked. "Just take off the restraints and hold me, please", I begged. "Just hold me. I need to be held." Pook and I gingerly removed the device from my cock and hole and hurriedly released me from the restraints. They sat me up on the bed and I collapsed into Nick's arms. I was part exhausted and still shockingly close to cumming. My cock remained rock hard, my balls full, but my spirit diminished. "Just let me hold you, Daddy", Nick said and he hopped on the bed and pulled me into him. I wrapped my naked body around him and whimpered like a baby. He rocked me like I was a wounded puppy and assured me I'd be ok. "Don't worry, Daddy, you'll be ok, I promise" he repeated over and over. I felt so comforted being held by my boy. Typically it'd be me comforting him, but everything about this weekend had been turned upside down. And I was ok with that. I'd never felt more loved or cared for than that moment. Yes, the past two hours had been excruciating, I had survived them and made my boys proud. And as they had planned, I was horny beyond words. Mission accomplished. I eventually came to my senses and it was time to move on. I looked up into Nick's eyes, pulled his face to mine and gave him a long, luxurious kiss. "You'll be sorry for this", I said with a smile. "I hope so", he replied, also with a smile. "Ok, gentlemen, time for a swim?" I asked. I wanted them to know that, whatever they threw at me, I was undaunted. "Hell yeah," said Pook, then adding, "Nickie, where's Pete's sexy white speedo you keep talking about?" "Right here in his drawer", Nick said as he pulled it out of my drawer and threw it to me. My cock still hadn't deflated from the previous "entertainment" so Pook walked over to me, swatted it playfully, and said, "Pete, you gotta calm down here....I don't know how you're gonna fit that monster cock of yours in that itty-bitty bikini!" "Don't worry big guy", I said, "I've done it plenty of times before." "Yes he has", confirmed Nick with a knowing wink. My apparent lightheartedness betrayed my true feelings. I'd learned from Charles and Jack how, at times, I loved being the slut. And this weekend was no exception. What they didn't know was how desperately thirsty I was for cock. I was afraid that if even a hand grazed my cock it would explode. And now I'll be wearing the sexiest swim suit on the planet, with two of the most chiseled athletes in a 100 mile range (one of whom I'm desperately in love with) and about to head down to spend the afternoon with even more sexy men in skimpy speedos. I took a long breath and thought to myself that this was a good problem to have; I just needed to somehow keep my cock deflated and under control. We pulled together everything we needed for an afternoon by the pool and headed downstairs. Like so many times before, our gay friendly pool was nearly packed on this beautiful summer day and when the three of us entered, all eyes turned to us. Pook was wearing an athletic Bike bikini, Nick, like me had on Aronik trunks, and I stole the show with my nearly transparent white micro-bikini. Fortunately, there were three lounges left in a sunny area a little off to the side which we grabbed and settled in for the duration. I took the lounge between my two young studs and, although they were owning me for the weekend, I felt like I owned the world. I took a mental snapshot of the three of us lounging poolside, glistening with tanning oil, muscles and bulges on full display and thought to myself this could be the opening scene of an incredibly hot porn film. And as the movie played out in my mind, it was quickly established that the hot daddy with the two boys, was actually their bitch. He was I fetching them drinks, massaging their feet, applying suntan lotion onto their backs, was basically their sexy butler for the afternoon. And I was eager to find out how the porn film would play out when we got back up to my condo later...what kind of sexual cruelties they had in mind for him. The more different scenes I'd fantasize about, the harder my cock became, until Pook's voice jolted me out of my fantasy world, "Jesus, daddy, I know you're happy to see Nick and me, but save some of that energy for us later." Normally I'd be embarrassed that my aroused state was so visually obvious. But I had so much testosterone flowing through my body after my session with "The Edge" that I didn't care. In fact, I felt just the opposite and made a point of leisurely walking to the most conspicuous edge of the pool and diving in. It was a bit like how you lose your sense of judgment when you've been drinking. I knew what I was doing was lewd, but I was so insanely horny, I just didn't care. In fact, I got off on being ogled...and judged. I knew all eyes were on me and I knew Pook and Nick knew as well. After a short swim, I pulled myself out of the pool at the opposite end of where Pook and Nick were lounging so I could take a long walk back to them, again shamelessly flaunting my masculinity. I reclined back into the lounge with my transparent trunks amplifying everything they were supposed to hide. Without warning, Pook jumped up to take a pic of Nick and me, on our back in our loungers. "Something to remember you two studs by," Pook offered as an explanation. "Looking forward to seeing that on your Instagram," I offered. "It should get you at least 1,000 more followers." "No Instagram," Pook responded. "I have a better idea." Whatever that meant, he promptly began to enter something into his phone as if he were texting a message, and perhaps coincidentally (or perhaps not), Nick's phone pinged. Nick read his message, smiled and started entering data into his phone as well and it became painfully obvious they were up to something. And since I didn't possess their level of social media fluency, I couldn't begin to imagine what was going on. But I knew it wasn't going to be good. They both relaxed, seemingly to wait for something to happen. Something did. I'm told that when you receive a message from Grindr, it generates a unique ping (ok, I know from experience, but not all that much). And before long, Pook's phone generated that distinctive ping. He picked it up, read it, smiled, and texted something back. Then it pinged again, and again. And before long, Nick's phone pinged as well. Between their two phones, it sounded like popcorn in a microwave. There was a volcano of Grindr pings which eventually slowed down to an infrequent few. All the while, Pook and Nick were glued to their phones, exchanging smiles and subtly signaling each other. "All right, my two sexy conspirators, what no-good are you two up to now?" I demanded to know. "Should we tell him?" Pook asked Nick, as if I weren't there. "Sure, but..." then turning to me with a mischievous smile, "Daddy, this was all Pook's idea." I felt like I'd caught my two sons with their hands in the cookie jar, but I had to admit, the urgency of the Grindr pings had my curiosity (and cock) aroused. "Ok," started Pook. "Now don't be pissed at us, because we're not going to take anyone up on their offer, but our little game here shows you what an insanely hot daddy you are." "To say the least!" added Nick from my other side. Pook continued, "When I got up earlier to take your guys' pic, I actually only took a pic of you, Pete. BTW, the pic in your see-through white bikini is fucking HOT and you were...somewhat excited...when I took the pic. Your cock was actually peeking out of your suit. As a contest, I posted your pic on my Grindr profile and Nick posted it on his, both looking for a 3-way with you. We wanted to see which of the two of us got the most responses." And before I could respond, Nick answered the question that I was thinking, "And just so you know, Daddy, I had to reactivate my account to post. It's been dormant since we met", he said and leaned over to grab my hand. I squeezed Nick's hand and responded with a smile, "It better have been dormant! Ok so who won the contest, and what's their prize?" "We haven't decided the prize yet, but no matter what, you'll be the recipient", he said, again with a smile. "Yeah Daddy, we promise you won't be disappointed." Nick added. "Ok," I acquiesced. "Let's hear who won the contest." Pook started, "I've gotten 16 responses so far, and...damn...listen to some of these comments... "'What a fucking stud in white. He can fuck me anytime, anyplace. I can host. Head over NOW.'" Pook stopped reading and said, "It sounds like he likes you, Pete. Here's another one," "You both are sexy as hell, but I want to flip that daddy in the white swimming suit over and eat that meaty ass of his.' Pook looked up smiling and said "How does he know how meaty your ass is? You were laying on your back! Ok, one more..." "Can that friend of yours in the pic to be my daddy? Sir, please bring him over here now and let me be his boy. I can host." Turning to Nick and me Pook added, "Sounds to me like this guy has some daddy issues. I didn't have the heart to tell him my sexy daddy-friend already has a boy". Turning to Nick, he said, "Nick, how'd you do?" "Beat you by two, stud. I'm up to 18 responses. And listen to these... "You and your hot daddy are welcome in my hole any time. I'm ready now, lemme know if you are." Nick then added, "Here's another..." "Let me at that stud in the white. I'd love to cover him in my jizz to match that sexy swimsuit." "Damn Daddy", Nick laughed, "You've got a real fan base here in Dallas! Here's one last one..." "Looks like you and your daddy have a hot thing going on. I'll be over any time to fuck you while your daddy fucks me. Sound like a plan?" "Yeah, I'd say that sounds like a pretty hot plan to me, how about you Daddy?" Nick asked me, lightheartedly. "All right you two, you had your fun. And Nick, looks like you won the contest. Go easy on me tonight, ok?" I asked with a smile. "I'm gonna close my eyes for a little cat nap now", I continued. "I may need the rest for tonight." "Good idea, Pete", Pook responded. "You're gonna need LOTS of rest for our last night out", Pook smiled. I chose not to respond so as not to appear the least bit intimidated by their playful threats. Turned on? Yes! Intimidated? Hell no. Last year at this time I was the centerpiece of a 30-man bukkake gangbang. As much as I loved both Pook and Nick, and was in love with Nick, they didn't scare me a bit. In fact, in my current state of ultimate horniness, I'd welcome whatever they wanted to do to me. `Bring it on' I thought to myself. I drifted in and out of sleep for the next couple hours. Given what I had been through last night and this morning, I welcomed the rest. Once, I woke up, and just to give my boys a show, I dove into the pool, swam a few laps, and lifted myself out of the pool right in front of them like a sexy men's fragrance commercial, just like I had with Charles and Jack. Then, I made a showy display of drying myself off with my towel, making sure my ass and package were on full display as I did. "I think it's time we pack up, men. Let's go upstairs and get cleaned up." Upon hearing this, Pook leaned over to Nick so he could say without anyone at the pool hearing, except me, "It looks like Daddy here is horned up, and wants his boys to take care of him". And turning to me, he asked, "That right Daddy?" They had no idea....