Rabbit Hole
By Quentin Collins (hauptwerk88@gmail.com)
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I felt like a greedy, unfit father for allowing myself to have a delightful orgasm in the sauna at the hands of my son, but not reciprocating.
But Chan kissed me, taking us both into a celestial union where he told me that he was content.
"Dad, I didn't want to cum. I wanted to eat your cum. I'm perfectly happy."
We broke our kiss and returned to the heat of the sauna. I dismissed my twin cleaning crew who were vacuuming leftover cum from my cock and balls. I sat up and turned, so I was kneeling on one knee between Chan's massive thighs and standing with my other foot on the lower bench.
The twins returned, with one licking my dangling balls and the other rimming me. I didn't have the heart to tell him there was no cum in there for him to excavate, and let us both enjoy his tonguing of my anus.
I regarded Chan's nine-inch erection. "I can make it up to you, sweet baby. We'll all help, right guys?"
Chan read the mood of the room and smiled slyly. "Well, if you insist."
I asked the twins, whose identical six-inch cut penises were standing at the ready if they would be willing to share Chan's ass. They were moderate in girth, so I knew Chan would have no trouble with them. They agreed, thinking I meant to rim him. But they got the idea when I asked one twin to lie on his back upon the lower bench, and then I assisted Chan in lowering his ass over the waiting dick. Chan was sitting backward on the phallus, resting his hands on his fucker's knees. His expression transmitted both happiness and the anticipation of an additional occupant of his ass as I invited the other twin to straddle his brother's stomach and enter Chan too.
They really did double Chan's pleasure and doubled his fun. Chan moved very little, letting the twins figure out a rhythm that was satisfactory to all three. The looks on the twins' faces told me this was the first time they shared a double penetration. It would not be their last if they had anything to do with it.
I asked one of the formerly sitting gentlemen if he thought he could arrange himself on the upper bench so that Chan's mouth could taste his lovely six-inch, very thick penis. He seemed willing to die trying. That left his seating partner and the formerly reclining guy who was sucking Chan's fingers for whom to find a job.
I asked the reclining guy, who was very thin and looked flexible if he would curl up underneath me so that I could fuck him as I sucked off Chan. He smiled broadly at my still-erect penis and managed to wedge himself against the cedar paneling and bend himself in half to present his winking anus at me. I lowered my mouth to Chan's cock while I lowered my cock into the fleshy envelope beneath me.
Once we were in place, I asked the last man out (the seating partner of the guy Chan was sucking) to fuck me. I told him he could rest as much of his weight on my back as he desired. His penis felt magnificent inside me even though he was lubed with only sweat. I tried consciously to use my new rectal massage techniques. He was tall enough that he could fuck me and simultaneously minister to his friend's balls whose fat cock Chan was sucking. He placed his hands on my back to steady himself.
Now that we were all at our battle stations there was hardly a cubic inch of air to breathe between the seven of us, but we didn't mind: we were here to sweat – and screw each other.
When I lowered my mouth around Chan's penis, we felt ourselves being invited into the "garden." We mutually decided we were not going to bring the entire coterie with us on a guest pass. This was just a quickie for my son's benefit. Instead, our ethereal friends would allow everyone in our connected tangle to have a synchronized mind-blowing orgasm. It seemed like a fair deal to us.
Even though we were not all in the garden, we felt connected to each other in a special way. I focused on all the different bodies touching mine, as well as the bodies touching the bodies touching mine. Each one received an individual wish for happiness and fulfillment in our joining. Chan and I were both deeply satisfied with our dip in the shallow end of the cosmic pool. We were able to open ourselves to each other and allow the other to feel all our sensations and thoughts.
Dammit!
Chan and I shared our thoughts, including the thoughts I was having about whether there might be an orgy like this in our sauna at the new house's basement gym. Chan opened himself up to me also. We had opened our hearts before, but we had never been so conscious of the other's thoughts in real time. We were swimming in each other's minds. There was no better feeling in the world than merging with my son physically, mentally, and spiritually.
The more I know my son, the more I admire him. I have always loved him, but I've come to realize that he is a special young man. Not special just to me: he is almost unique in the world. I let my admiration for him flow freely into his mind. He returned it to me and told me that he was in awe of how freely I supported him even when I didn't understand him. He told me that my utter trust in him was the primary thing he admired.
I do trust my son. He does frequently perplex me. Those two things coexist comfortably in my psyche. We both opened ourselves up as fully as we knew how. I trust Chan enough to let him explore every part of me, and I know he trusts me equally.
We could not access each other's memories, only our current thoughts. Both of us wondered if shared memories would come with practice and whether we would disappoint the other if they truly got to know us. Our guides somehow communicated to us that we would not be there if such disappointment were possible.
We recommitted to accepting each other completely and openly, no matter what. There would be no secrets or any other barriers to our love. Soon enough Chan and I agreed that it was time for him to flip the switch on the group orgasmatron.
I felt a surge of energy through my body as my ass worked double time on the cock inside me. Chan's cock swelled and fired a long eruption into my mouth. He was going to cum much like I just had when he masturbated me, allowing me sufficient time to swallow one massive eruption before the next one came. We would all cum like that. It still somewhat bewildered me that I could have two powerful, excruciating orgasms within ten minutes.
The small hot room was filled with groaning and gurgling. I felt the twins' penises inside Chan's ass firing off. We were all going to have a two-minute orgasm, but we weren't all going to produce enormous amounts of cum like Chan, and I started to do with our enhanced balls.
It felt like all of Chan's delicious cum that I swallowed went directly into my penis, and I fired it into the bendable man I was fucking. Meanwhile, the man fucking me and licking his friend's balls was having a laughing orgasm. I sensed that his instinct was to bunny fuck me, but Chan's power was drawing out his orgasm, and he didn't know quite how to react.
The power of the orgasm was energizing both Chan and me. It seemed the more sex we had in the garden, the more vital and virile we became. It wasn't feeling horny. It was feeling alive and fully connected to the world for the first time, even though part of me had apparently stepped away from that world.
I tried to keep that feeling of comity as we ended the orgasm and disengaged from each other. Both Chan and I had our mouths, cocks, and asses joined to another man. Chan had two cocks in his ass.
The twins remained mostly motionless, buried in Chan's ass as the other men headed to the showers, trying to process what they just experienced. Chan felt the twins move to extract their penises from his ass and cautioned them, "One at a time, please, gentlemen."
As the one pulled out, Chan slowly rose off the other. I looked around and saw Bailey, whom we left in the kitchen an hour ago, standing there slack-jawed and wide-eyed. Again. It was the same look he wore after Chan and I fucked Ducky in front of him and Cody.
Chan looked over and said with complete casualness, "Oh, hey Bailey. What's up?"
Bailey stood catatonic with his six-inch intact brown penis at full attention, as Chan moved backward over the twin who was still lying on the bench. Chan aligned his used hole over the man's mouth and brought it down to him.
There was no conversation about it, or permission sought or granted. Chan decided that this twin would eat his and his brother's cum out of Chan's ass, and that was what was to be done. The man, of course, did exactly that without question, but with a large measure of eagerness.
Just looking at the muscular African-American Bailey sent another shot of cum firing out of my still-hard penis. It splattered across my face, surprising me that I still had any cum left to ejaculate. My well is apparently getting deeper and deeper every time I visit the garden with my love. I tried to communicate to Bailey through my expression that he was the cause of that eruption. His shy smile told me he understood.
I smiled at Bailey, feeling "his" load running down my face, and asked, "Is everything all right, my friend?"
He finally found his voice. "No. Yes, I mean, no. Everything is just fine. Cody sent me to see if you guys were coming or not. It's not a problem if you're busy, he just wanted to know if he should get someone else to help with dinner prep. But it looks like you're busy, so I'll go get the backup guys."
"No, no. No need," Chan proclaimed. "We'll be there in just a couple of minutes. I'm almost done here, then I just need a quick rinse, and we'll run up to the house."
With that decided, Chan bent down and cleaned off one of the cocks that had just been in his ass. After a minute of sucking the cock clean, Chan sat back up and asked if his ass was clean and good to go. The twin patted his ass to let him know he was done. Chan stood up, turned and kissed the man's cummy mouth, and thanked him for a good time, and then did the same to the other twin.
Chan wrapped his arm around Bailey's muscular form and asked, "You wanna come to help us shower? It'll go faster that way."
Bailey followed along like an eager puppy, as did I.
All four showerheads next to the hot tub were in use by our sex partners, so we bade them a good afternoon and walked across the first floor of the gym, all three of us erect, me with fresh cum running down my face and chest. We got smiling nods from the four or five guys who noticed us.
We arrived at the shower tower on the other side of the first floor and made quick work of washing ourselves. That's not to say we didn't put our hands all over each other. Bailey was kind enough to help both Chan and me wash and dry. He noticed the pump in my pecs as he washed me. I was almost giddy to have my body praised by a man whose physique I wished to duplicate. The chance to run my hands over Bailey's dark brown body added to my giddiness. Chan smirked at me as I almost swooned while washing Bailey, who was not in any particular need of being washed.
I had the pleasure of drying Bailey too. Actually, I made it abundantly clear to Chan that drying Bailey was to be my job. He happily demured. I learned that our muscular kitchen assistant was about to start his graduate studies in architecture at Virginia Tech, and was here for a summer job, utilizing the skills he learned in his father's restaurant in Decatur, Illinois.
Both Chan and I finger-combed our hair, tossed our towels in the hamper, and were ready to go.
I kissed Bailey to thank him for washing me, and let my hand rest on his hard round ass as we walked with all due haste back to the kitchen. He seemed to enjoy my touch. I asked if he was enjoying his summer at Primrose Farm. He enthusiastically said he was. He was hesitant to take the job because of being around both naked women and men, but he has grown to love all aspects of his summer employment.
"I have a small room on the third floor," Bailey explained, "so I am available whenever I'm needed. Sometimes I even work on my days off; I love being here. And Cody is a genius in the kitchen, so I'm learning too. Both Cody and Victor are very nice to be around, whether we are working or not.
"And I never have to wear clothing if I'm not leaving the property. I haven't had a stitch on in over two weeks! It feels great. I had no expectation that I would become a committed nudist. I don't know what I'm going to do when I have to wear clothing again. I know I'm going to hate it."
As we arrived at the kitchen entrance, I told Bailey that I was jealous. I had never been able to go two full weeks without wearing clothing. It sounded like heaven. I'm usually lucky if I can go two days.
We stepped into the kitchen vestibule, and I announced that we were ready for inspection. Cody scanned us and granted permission for us to enter the kitchen. I hadn't originally planned to assist with dinner but would do whatever was necessary to make sure things stayed on schedule for the day trippers.
Cody said we must have had a good workout because my chest, abs, arms, and back all looked pumped, and I looked flushed. I confirmed that the workout was great, but that my being flushed was probably due to us having to have an emergency orgy.
"An `emergency' orgy?" Cody asked.
I explained how Chan had masturbated me in the sauna, and that I had a wonderful protracted orgasm witnessed by a few other guys in there with us. I told him of my horror when I realized that I didn't give Chan a similar reciprocal orgasm, which I thought was unfair, so I impressed our sauna companions into service to rectify that lack. There was nothing else to do. It all made perfect sense to me.
"So then, the emergency has passed, I take it," Cody said while trying to stifle a laugh.
"Yes," Chan volunteered, smiling broadly. "I came in dad's mouth while I was being double stuffed by a set of twins and had another cock in my mouth. Everything is better now. Thank you for your concern."
I told Cody how much of a help Bailey was by helping to wash and dry our bodies so that we weren't even later. Cody laughed and said, "That's the thing about Bailey, he's ready to do the dirty jobs that nobody else wants to do."
I turned to Bailey and said, "Thank you for your service, my sweetheart." Then I pulled him into an embrace, and we kissed, briefly tasting each other's mouths and reacquainting our hands with each other's bodies. We broke our kiss, but I couldn't resist his flavor and had to go in for more. I tried to taste as much of his tongue and mouth as I could get to. He seemed as eager to taste me, and I happily gave him free reign in my mouth. My hands found firm muscles everywhere they roamed. I knew we had work to do, so I used every ounce of willpower I had to stop kissing and touching him. We were both erect again, but not leaking.
Chan kissed Cody and apologized for being late. "I love you, Cody. I missed you today, but I had fun too."
Cody assured us that we were here to have fun. I also kissed our young friend, proclaimed my love for him, and asked what I should do.
Cody told us the main course tonight would be bone-in pork chops with an apricot glaze. He had just finished the glaze but asked Chan if he would mind tying up three dozen herb bouquets to place on each pork chop as it grilled. Chan was happy to help.
Cody demonstrated how to do one bouquet of rosemary, thyme, parsley and savory and Chan was off. I asked if there were something I could do.
Cody gave me a choice: I could go downstairs to the prep kitchen and start cleaning and halving the Asian pears he was going to grill with hot white pepper for dessert; or, I could remain at Bailey's side to assist him at the grill and help to turn and remove the pork chops. I pretended that there was really an option and volunteered to spend more time with Bailey.
Cody cautioned that I was not allowed to distract him from his duties with long kisses and intimate fondling. They had done a dry run of the meal last week, and Bailey knew exactly how Cody wanted the pork chops cooked.
"But short kisses with intimate fondling are acceptable?" I asked jokingly.
Cody rolled his eyes as Bailey smiled. "You are allowed two seconds every minute until the main course is finished. Otherwise, you get locked in the scullery."
"Yes dad," I sulked. "But we need to test. Are these two seconds?"
I pulled Bailey in for a kiss, and we kept kissing while I massaged the callipygous stud and felt his erection press against mine.
"Stop!" cried Cody.
"I can do better. Let me try again," I pleaded. I kissed Bailey again and managed to pull away a short time later.
"That was three seconds," Cody informed us. "If you think you can hold to that standard, I will allow three seconds per minute. That's the generous kind of guy that I am."
I agreed to the fifty percent increase in my kissing time. I held Bailey and told him, "Not kissing you for fifty-seven seconds at a time is going to be torture."
"For me too," Bailey agreed. "But we have to be strong. We want to have a wonderful dinner for our guests. They have to be our priority."
His sincere smile was adorable.
We went out to the terrace to check on the coals in the six-foot-long grill. They were coming along nicely and, in Bailey's estimation, would be ready for cooking in ten minutes or so. There was also a propane burner nearby where we would keep the apricot glaze warm and viscous.
"So I have ten minutes to kiss you? That hardly seems like enough time," I complained.
"Sorry, Drew, it's worse than that. If I'm going to start grilling in ten minutes, I have to go in and put my platters together. You have only three or four minutes."
"No more talky-talky, young man. Kissy-kissy." I said and wrapped him up in my arms and got to the work of pleasuring his mouth.
The more I kissed Bailey, the more other things I wanted to do with him. I felt both of us getting erections again, and made the executive decision to drop to my knees on the flagstone terrace and swallow that fat six-inch penis.
Bailey was surprised but pleased with my change of venue. I was determined to get an appetizer before we started cooking. I reached up with my right hand and put my middle finger in his mouth so he could suck it and get it wet.
I removed my finger from his mouth and put it in his ass. There was no resistance. I heard him whistle. Correction: I heard men walking by and whistling. Let them be jealous.
Bailey's fat penis tasted as good as his tongue. I glided the tip of my tongue around the edge of his circumcised glans, absorbing the taste and texture. I swirled around the glans several times and then tried to mine his piss slit for a droplet of sweet precum. I was rewarded with a taste of Bailey's exquisite nectar.
Meanwhile, my finger found the nugget of his prostate, and I stroked it as I slid the entirety of his penis into my mouth, tickling my lips on his closely-trimmed black pubes. I inhaled his essence and moaned at the masculine beauty that was overwhelming my senses. I sucked harder while using my tongue along the length of his shaft as I stimulated his prostate with increased pressure.
My left hand found his tight, solid scrotum. The hairless leathery dark brown skin was drawing tighter, and I knew my reward – and his – was imminent.
Bailey's strong hands were on my shoulders simultaneously steadying himself and encouraging me. I needed no encouragement.
I heard a basso profundo growl and felt Bailey's penis swell in my mouth as I tasted four generous spurts of Bailey's cream. I savored it as I felt his erection diminish and I removed my finger from his ass.
I stood to share the bounty of my harvest with him. I presented my tongue to his mouth and let him lick it clean. Since he made the cum, he deserved to have at least some of it back.
We kissed for about a minute, and I withdrew my tongue from his mouth and pulled back to ask, "Did we make the deadline, boss?"
"Who the fuck cares," Bailey huffed back at me with a smile on his broad wet lips. I kissed his cheek and encouraged him to walk toward the kitchen. I felt a trickle of precum run down my nine inches of penis as we walked with my hand caressing his capacious ass.
I had a delicious appetizer, but I was still hungry. That would have to wait. We had work to do.