that sat next to the miniature bottle of hotel shower gel.
“Good,” Robert said. He bunched Steve’s hair into his fist and turned his face to his. “Look at me, sub, while Carrick shoves his fat dick up your pink arse, look at me.”
“Yes, Master.” Steve stared at Robert, concentrating on the way the water caught on his stubbled chin and turned his eyelashes into tiny dark points.
“Relax, sub,” Carrick said, parting Steve’s buttocks. “Relax and take me.”
Carrick pushed his cock onto Steve’s hole—he didn’t pause, just drove on and on, parting his sphincter, riding over his prostate and hitting full depth.
Steve felt his eyes rolling back in his head. Carrick had a wonderful thick cock and he was still so sensitive down there.
“Oh, yeah, that expression on your pretty face,” Robert said, cupping Steve’s cheek and kissing him gently. “So sweet.”
“It’s…so much…” Steve murmured, his lips moving with Robert’s mouth.
Carrick pulled out then pushed in again, groaning. He thrust to the hilt.
Steve’s chest rode up against the wall. The wall felt cool. His body was hot now, his blood burning through his veins.
“I like fucking your sub,” Carrick said, clasping Robert’s shoulder. “But we’ve worn him out.”
“So what do you propose?” Robert asked, his voice low and dark as he studied Carrick.
“He can watch while I fuck you.” Carrick stilled.
There was a pause then Robert spoke. “Go for it.”
Carrick slid out of Steve, kissed his shoulder and turned him around again, so his back was flat on the tiles. “Stay there, pretty, and watch your Master take it.”
“Yes,” Steve said. Fuck, this fantasy was going on and on. This was just what he’d hoped for. His empty arse trembled at his anticipation of what he was about to witness.
“You okay?” Robert asked him.
“Yes.” Steve nodded; he was high on life. “Perfect.”
Carrick grabbed Robert and kissed him hard.
Robert shut his eyes, groaned.
Steve could hear their bristly chins grating, their breaths whooshing and the falling water bouncing off their big bodies.
Suddenly they lurched out of the shower cubicle, into the main portion of the bathroom. Robert stumbled slightly but Carrick righted him then spun him to face the sink with the mirror above it.
Robert reached out, gripped the porcelain rim.
Steve saw that Robert was breathing hard, his ribs expanding and contracting beneath his flesh. He was dripping water all over the floor, his skin shiny and sparkling and his body hair flattened to the skin on his arms, neck and chest.
Carrick stood behind him, cock erect, belly flat and tensed with the faint outline of a six-pack visible.
Steve gripped his cock and squeezed as he watched Carrick quickly change the condom for a fresh one.
Robert let his head hang down, towards the floor—still and patient for once and not in total control.
Carrick had more lube and was rubbing it over Robert’s arsehole, coating him in the slippery fluid so that he’d be able to ride in fast and deep.
Steve stepped from the hot shower; instantly the air cooled him. He reached for Carrick’s discarded robe and shrugged into it, not taking his attention from Carrick’s fingers now working his Master’s hole open.
“Yeah, so hot for it, so fucking greedy, aren’t you, big boy,” Carrick murmured.
“Just get on with it,” Robert growled.
The sound of Robert’s demanding voice, at contrast with his bent, submissive position sent a renewed bolt of lust through Steve. He tied a rough knot in the robe and walked up to his Master’s arse.
Carrick was breathing hard and fast as his fingers buried deep inside Robert.
Robert groaned and arched his spine.
Steve took hold of Robert’s left buttock and pulled, exposing his arsehole to the bright lights of the bathroom.
“Ah, yeah, that’s it. I’m going in,” Carrick said, withdrawing and lining up his cock with Robert’s hole.
“Yes,” Steve said
“Good,” Robert said. He bunched Steve’s hair into his fist and turned his face to his. “Look at me, sub, while Carrick shoves his fat dick up your pink arse, look at me.”
“Yes, Master.” Steve stared at Robert, concentrating on the way the water caught on his stubbled chin and turned his eyelashes into tiny dark points.
“Relax, sub,” Carrick said, parting Steve’s buttocks. “Relax and take me.”
Carrick pushed his cock onto Steve’s hole—he didn’t pause, just drove on and on, parting his sphincter, riding over his prostate and hitting full depth.
Steve felt his eyes rolling back in his head. Carrick had a wonderful thick cock and he was still so sensitive down there.
“Oh, yeah, that expression on your pretty face,” Robert said, cupping Steve’s cheek and kissing him gently. “So sweet.”
“It’s…so much…” Steve murmured, his lips moving with Robert’s mouth.
Carrick pulled out then pushed in again, groaning. He thrust to the hilt.
Steve’s chest rode up against the wall. The wall felt cool. His body was hot now, his blood burning through his veins.
“I like fucking your sub,” Carrick said, clasping Robert’s shoulder. “But we’ve worn him out.”
“So what do you propose?” Robert asked, his voice low and dark as he studied Carrick.
“He can watch while I fuck you.” Carrick stilled.
There was a pause then Robert spoke. “Go for it.”
Carrick slid out of Steve, kissed his shoulder and turned him around again, so his back was flat on the tiles. “Stay there, pretty, and watch your Master take it.”
“Yes,” Steve said. Fuck, this fantasy was going on and on. This was just what he’d hoped for. His empty arse trembled at his anticipation of what he was about to witness.
“You okay?” Robert asked him.
“Yes.” Steve nodded; he was high on life. “Perfect.”
Carrick grabbed Robert and kissed him hard.
Robert shut his eyes, groaned.
Steve could hear their bristly chins grating, their breaths whooshing and the falling water bouncing off their big bodies.
Suddenly they lurched out of the shower cubicle, into the main portion of the bathroom. Robert stumbled slightly but Carrick righted him then spun him to face the sink with the mirror above it.
Robert reached out, gripped the porcelain rim.
Steve saw that Robert was breathing hard, his ribs expanding and contracting beneath his flesh. He was dripping water all over the floor, his skin shiny and sparkling and his body hair flattened to the skin on his arms, neck and chest.
Carrick stood behind him, cock erect, belly flat and tensed with the faint outline of a six-pack visible.
Steve gripped his cock and squeezed as he watched Carrick quickly change the condom for a fresh one.
Robert let his head hang down, towards the floor—still and patient for once and not in total control.
Carrick had more lube and was rubbing it over Robert’s arsehole, coating him in the slippery fluid so that he’d be able to ride in fast and deep.
Steve stepped from the hot shower; instantly the air cooled him. He reached for Carrick’s discarded robe and shrugged into it, not taking his attention from Carrick’s fingers now working his Master’s hole open.
“Yeah, so hot for it, so fucking greedy, aren’t you, big boy,” Carrick murmured.
“Just get on with it,” Robert growled.
The sound of Robert’s demanding voice, at contrast with his bent, submissive position sent a renewed bolt of lust through Steve. He tied a rough knot in the robe and walked up to his Master’s arse.
Carrick was breathing hard and fast as his fingers buried deep inside Robert.
Robert groaned and arched his spine.
Steve took hold of Robert’s left buttock and pulled, exposing his arsehole to the bright lights of the bathroom.
“Ah, yeah, that’s it. I’m going in,” Carrick said, withdrawing and lining up his cock with Robert’s hole.
“Yes,” Steve said
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