Nicholas 2

[kikdirty]

- Act III
The great season of freedom to love us that Nicholas had promised me did not last that long; or at least it seemed to me to fly in a flash the ten or so days he allowed himself to be late to join his family at sea.
And yet, in those very fast days, many things happened that could have been enough to fill not only one season but an entire year: practically, we spent together every night and almost every day.
Taking advantage of the summer stagnation at work, I was able to keep myself free every afternoon and many mornings; it was less easy to spend out of the house every night: but in the end, thanks to the objective fact that I had not been unripe for a long time and to the guarantee of the company of friends, my mother's protests were overcome in a short time and I was able to abandon myself to the pleasure of unbridled sex with the object not only of my most intense desire, but also of an increasingly intense passion.
Nicola had been extraordinary and each time different and more passionate, even if he continued to maintain a certain dominating attitude and I often felt at the limit of humiliation; but maybe it was also my fault, since I could not deny him anything and, on the contrary, I often waited for his small violence to feel even more taken by him.
After the first penetration, which had left me decidedly upset and for a while even in pain, I began to take his bat into my rectum, even when he was in the condition of maximum possible erection, almost without feeling any discomfort: and not only because the sharing of pleasure transformed the painful pressure, which was always there at the beginning of the relationship, into a pleasant form of juxtaposition; but also because it was precisely because the most absolute compatibility between my bowels and his penis had been achieved, almost physically, so much so that it seemed to run through my deepest intimacy with a wisdom of movements that always and only ensured new discharges of emotion and lust; and my bum, in turn, dilated and posed in such a way as to ensure the easiest penetration, the tenderest grip and the most horny tickle of the backbone which filled it so harmoniously.
The most intense moments were those in which, in the frenzy of the approaching orgasm, Nicola became impetuous and aggressive, to the point of tormenting my restrained loins - indeed, just clawed to the point where my fingernails entered my flesh - to push the penetration into my bowels as far as possible; and, of course, the moment when, from his testicles, the ejaculation violently freed itself to go through the shaft and discharge into my guts, causing me hot flashes sometimes more beautiful than the orgasms themselves.
The best parts remained, however, those of foreplay, when I dedicated myself with passionate love and with painstaking dedication to caressing his whole body without leaving out a millimeter, and licking it on all surfaces and in all ravines; and the final one, when, after being sucked until exhaustion, Nicola copulated in my mouth and ejaculated me in my throat without admitting replies.
As was his custom, Nicola announced to me at the last moment that the next morning he would leave to join his parents and that, until September, we would not see each other; I asked him for a telephone number to keep in touch or, eventually, to meet sometimes: he forbade me categorically not to create situations if not dangerous at least ambiguous, since never, in all those years, it happened that I phoned him in the beach house or that I even showed up.
Even though I knew almost with certainty that it was not possible for him to contravene family habits, I could not completely erase from my head the suspicion that, in some way, he felt pleasure in leaving: who knows, maybe he already had plans or someone waiting for him in the tourist resort he had been frequenting for many years.
But there was nothing to do and, at the last meeting, I said goodbye to him feeling almost a physical pain for the separation.
Left alone, at the solicitation of my parents who could not explain my hermitage at home, I decided to go a few times to the bar where our group usually was and where the 'condemned in the city' tried to fight boredom and heat with drinks, ice cream and gossip.
Nicola could not escape the more or less malicious comments of his friends: between one word and another, the 'great mystery' that Nicola perhaps hid in the seaside town where he spent all his summers, an alleged 'great love' of which everyone seemed to have some vague information but none with precise data, appeared.
When Mirella, one evening, expressly talked about a 'story' that Nicola lived by the sea, cultivating it from afar even when he was in town, I felt a blow of unprecedented violence in the mouth of my stomach, which sent me through the ice cream I was tasting, unleashing the general hilarity; When, then, the others started to give more or less true information about the story, I felt hot flashes of heat rise to my head and I was forced to take my leave so as not to denounce my malaise, for which I could not give reasons.
I kissed a few excuses and drove a few blocks away in my car and stopped in a parking lot with my head on fire and a sense of pain in my chest that broke my breath: I felt betrayed, humiliated, treated like a rug.
Many times I had heard about the harshness of homosexual love and the violence with which feelings were expressed, in this kind of relationship; and, to tell the truth, I too had sometimes laughed at it ironically; faced with the violence of my emotions, not only did I realize that I was a fool to consider it sufficiently, but I also realized that I was perhaps the only protagonist (or guilty) of my malaise: After all, between Nicola and me there had been nothing but a violent explosion of sexuality and lust; there had never been any talk of feelings and, above all, Nicola had never given any sign of wanting to go beyond the physicality of relationships, often demonstrating forms of sadism that had upset me.
Slowly I calmed down and tried to regain control of myself: in summing things up, I had got what I had asked for, nothing less or more; if I had deluded myself that, beyond wise and deep penetrations or succulent oral rituals, there could be something different, it was only my fault and Nicola, although absent, once again imposed his principles and rules.
The anger that mounted me in front of this truth was no longer a consequence of the pain of abandonment but of the sense of imbecility for not having managed my life and my body, for having entrusted myself totally and blindly to one who attracted me physically to the point of spasm, but of which I knew very little, perhaps almost nothing, in spite of my many years of acquaintance and physical intimacy beyond all limits.
I decided that, for once, I would take back my life and do something that only I liked and was not destined to please someone else.
In my rare encounters in gay circles, before revealing myself with Nicola, I had found a place where well-endowed and well-endowed men were happy to accompany strangers, with all the precautions of the case; I decided to go there and I came there and noted it down.
Although I wasn't a regular at the club, I quickly enough oriented myself among the small groups that were stationed there and easily spotted, at a corner table, the three boys who seemed more out of place and who, for this reason, could correspond better to my needs: between the ages of twenty-five and thirty, with a dark complexion that denounced ancient southern ascendants, well planted physically and, judging by the bulges of the ostentatious groins, certainly well endowed, offered the prospect of a good evening to those who, like me, had an unavoidable need to let themselves go to a possession on the verge of violence, all in a rush and explosion of hormones.
I approached the table, asked to sit down and offered a drink; but the negotiation was not as quick as I had hoped because, for some inexplicable reason, they did not accept that I chose only one of them to seclude me, but demanded that I take all three of them together and satisfy them all.
Considering my brief experience in anal relations - moreover, with only one member, Nicola's - I was very hesitant and could not decide for yes; but I could not even refuse with due force, because the situation, precisely because it was particular and difficult for me, would have put me in the condition of finally being a dominator: even if the prospect was to be sexting for a long time, with considerable tools and without much ceremony, it was still me who could choose my revenge.
I told myself that it could be tried and I accepted, with the condition that at any moment I could retire without problems, if I couldn't bear the impact; we got into my car and drove to my office, which had already turned out to be very useful; in the short jokes we exchanged on the way, I had the clear sensation that the ostentatious aggressiveness was rather a reaction to embarrassment and that perhaps the evening could take a nice turn.
Along the way, I stopped at the night chemist's to stock up on condoms, since there were none in the office and my companions said they didn't have any.
Once inside, I realized that it would even be my turn to lead the game, since they were even standing in the middle of the room: I invited them to set themselves free and sit on the couch; I undressed naked and stood in front of them and started with the more curly one who had sat in the middle.
With hands that had by now become skillful, I unbuckled and pulled off his belt and, opening the zipper of my jeans, I slipped my hand into their panties and immediately met the chapel, already damp and that, to the touch, seemed remarkable: in fact, emerging from the panties, the sex appeared of a quite interesting dimension, even if not exceptional, and hit my nostrils with an intense afrore that testified the already acute excitement.
Without delay, I knelt down in front of him, put a condom on him, and lowered myself down to suck his member, which almost gave me a sense of discomfort at first sight, so much so that his chapel cluttered my mouth; but the excitement that enveloped me on contact with the rod was predominant, and the squat, hard and squat, forced my lips half closed and went straight into my throat.
While I was making his tongue rotate around the chapel, receiving in truth feelings somewhat mitigated by the filter that the condom operated, I realized that I was provoking such acute pleasure reactions to him that he stretched stiffly against the back with his buttocks just resting on the tip of the sofa; I turned my eyes a little to the sides, and, not accustomed to the scene, I was almost struck by the spectacle of two very large weirs which had emerged, a few inches from my face, from the trousers of the other two, who were no longer seated but had approached my sides, almost fascinated by the spectacle of sex that was sinking down my throat.
For a moment I almost wanted to approach them to get closer to the curly man's member and try to lick them together, but the overall volume frightened me and I limited myself to take them one by the hand and let myself go to the pleasure of a slow and sensual contact with my hands, which ran along the two rods, biting them to the pain, while my head moved rhythmically on the groin of the curly man who could no longer hold back his screams of pleasure.
When I realized from some palpitations of the pole that the guy - perhaps not very accustomed to such sucking - was about to explode into orgasm, I stopped suddenly, I took the sex out of my mouth and turned to the one on my right, the taller one, to apply a condom to his cock and force him to sit down to start with him the sucking already done to the other.
The curly one then got off the couch and came behind me, planted his big cock between his buttocks and started grunting with his hands in search of the anus; without taking his mouth off the stick of the tall one and his left hand from the blond one, I pointed to him with my right hand the gel tube I had prepared on the coffee table: He sensed my indications and, while I kept on swallowing the second member with great pleasure and with real explosions of enjoyment of the tall one, the curly one began to pass the greasy liquid on my anus and on the sphincter which he enjoyed to dilate and force for a while, entering first with one then with two and finally even with three fingers and digging sensually deep into my bowels.
Favored by the smoothness that the gel allowed, I concentrated mentally on the anus to dilate it to the maximum also because I thought that this would then facilitate the penetration of the chapel that I had verified of proportions perhaps dangerous for the integrity of my rectum.
In fact, I felt the penetration even in its smallest movements, which fortunately were slow and controlled, as if it wanted to taste the conquest of my belly at every stage: the sphincter resisted for a long time to the pole that sexting it and gave me some pain; but then the chapel passed and I felt that the rod sank gently, tight and caressed by my intimacy that filled and blissed.
When his bat was all inside me, I was suddenly reminded of Nicola, his betrayal and the anger that had led me to that situation; and to the physical pleasure that multiple sexual intercourse gave me was added a more subtle, mental pleasure, which induced me to 'dedicate to him' the enormous pleasure I was experiencing.
The blond man realized that he was in danger of ejaculating before he had obtained any kind of treatment, and he took the sex out of my hand, to go and put on a condom that would put him in a position to take action as soon as one of the holes had been released.
The taller one, meanwhile, was evidently trying to curb his orgasm and several times I noticed that he interrupted my sucking and he stood for a few moments with the member still, stuck in my mouth, to relax for a moment and let me start the fellatio again, waiting for him to come and enjoy my ass too.
The blondie almost surprised me, at a certain point, because he came next to me and began to gently caress my back and buttocks, almost to the anus, but carefully avoiding to touch the sex of his friend; and with one hand he also began to impress a movement of go and come to my head to favour fellatio to the tall one.
I let the blond and the tall one take care of my mouth, and I concentrated on the sex of the curly one, which by now was moving in my bowels like an absolute ruler, pushing the rod to the bottom, with almost painful sensations, and then withdrawing it almost until it was slipping out of the anus, playing on the sphincter with the chapel going in and out, and finally going back to sinking until banging my testicles on mine; Moreover, he kept me stuck on my side, almost preventing me from moving and only when he realized that I also liked to do it myself, the little game of titillating the sphincter with the chapel, he trained the grip a little and let me do it.
Then he evidently could not resist and began to push his groin against my buttocks with such violence that the tall one had to brake me by the shoulders, while the curly one accentuated his thrusts; repeating a gesture which gave me enormous pleasure, I put my right between his thighs and took his testicles in my hand, squeezing them gently until I felt the stream of sperm hinting at coming out: I also accentuated the thrust against his groin and savoured with all my senses the explosion of the ejaculation that poured into my ass screaming bumpy phrases and swearing at the same time.
We all remained fascinating for a while from the scene we had lived and interpreted: the blond man stopped pressing my head, limiting himself to gently caressing my spine, while the tall man held my face in his hands, pressing the sex he had slightly joked about on my lips.
The curly one took a good deal of time to relax; and his member was still firmly planted in my guts for a few minutes, while the other two resumed their manoeuvres, the blond one licking my nipples and chest, back and buttocks, and the tall one beginning to copulate in my mouth slowly, almost only to revive his sex, which had become slightly soft.
Then it was he himself who invited the curly one to pull himself out of my rectum and make room for him because he wanted to 'rape me badly'; the other reluctantly withdrew suddenly, causing me a twinge that almost made me scream in pain; the tall one pulled himself out of my mouth with a quick gesture and came immediately behind me: Before I even knew it, his tool was all in my belly, and, since it was considerably longer than the other, though thinner, I felt it violate parts of my inner self that had not been reached until then; but this unprecedented emotion only added new pleasure.
While the tall one began to pump me in the rectum with rhythmic movements, holding me by the hips almost gently, the blond one went to sit in front of me and, with abrupt but not bad movements, began to copulate in the mouth almost as the other did in the rectum.
But the poor man had endured too much and had witnessed scenes too exciting to hold on to the wise play of my tongue for long: I felt him ejaculating because his body was shaking everything from his head to his feet, while the condom this time deprived me of the splash of semen in my throat which normally gives me very strong emotions.
I kept moving it in my mouth and licking it until it deflated completely, while my senses were all concentrated on the rectum shattered by the blows of the tall one, which was approaching orgasm and hitting with increasing impetus and frequency; the intensity of the penetration - but perhaps of the whole affair as a whole - was such that I ejaculated without almost realizing it, even before he did so; and suddenly I felt so tired that I received his ejaculation into my rectum almost with a sense of liberation.
We found ourselves lying on the couch and on the floor, catching our breath without saying a word; we all four of us lit a cigarette, and in turn went to the bathroom to wash at least worse.
On my own, the evening could be considered over, also because my long-distance battle with Nicola had definitely ended with the triumph of my freedom; and two of the three of us were evidently in agreement.
But the blondie still had something to complain about, since he hadn't been able to enjoy my ass like the others; I told him that he wouldn't mind, that there would be other occasions and that, once, we could even do it alone, he and I, since of the three of us - but I didn't say this, so as not to hurt his feelings - he seemed to me the most interesting for the delicacy of the ways.
I walked them back to the bar, as they asked me, and I came home almost lighter and certainly more satisfied with myself and the evening.
At home, my mother warned me that Nicola had phoned and that he would call back in a moment; a dive into my brain shocked me, amidst the anger I had discovered about him, frustration at how I had felt treated him but also - unfortunately - a vague sense of guilt - as if I had betrayed his trust - for the evening that had passed.
At the call girl, I picked up the phone ready to say all sorts of things: but, as usual, Nicola destroyed all my will with one imperious request.
"This is the address where I'm staying; come as soon as you can: I have some amazing surprises for you; I'll introduce you to an exceptional person!"
How do you say no or send curses to a man who is like that and who, after all, continues to fascinate me?
- Act IV
The place where Nicola spent the summers with his family was not far away; following his directions, it took me a few hours to reach him; in the main square, sitting at the bar, I spotted him almost immediately: he got into the car at my side and directed me towards the outskirts, showing a deep knowledge of the area.
It was Saturday and I was counting on a whole weekend to spend alone; but when I asked him if we were going to a hotel, Nicola simply smiled.
Just outside the village, he pointed me to an isolated cottage, which seemed almost abandoned and abandoned, if it hadn't been for some clothes lying to dry in the shabby little garden next door.
I parked outside, along the sidewalk, and followed Nicholas as he went around the building to slip into a low building behind the house, perhaps a storeroom adapted for habitation.
Inside, in fact, the studio apartment appeared to be arranged with a few salvaged pieces of furniture that created a dignified living environment: a large bed and a large mat on the floor immediately struck; two curtains along the right wall only partly concealed a kitchenette and the bathroom. On the big bed, a sexting and well made man slept bits and pieces, from what you could guess from the solid and well drawn back, from the tanned and muscular thighs, from the strong and decidedly pale buttocks compared to the rest of the body, from the perfect nape of the neck that let you hope for a beautiful face.
Nicholas approached and began to caress his thighs, climbing rapidly up towards the buttocks until he put the middle of his right hand between the narrow buttocks: as if he was used to this kind of maneuver, the other one slightly waved, mumbled something incomprehensible and lifted himself on his knees exposing in full light his dark and almost obscenely wide open anus, a sign of a habitual frequentation to penetrations.
Nicola manipulated for a little while that exciting and clearly ready ass; then he told him to get up because there was a friend; Gianni (that's what Nicola had called him) turned around on the bed and turned out to be just as beautiful as I had imagined looking at him from behind.
I felt a twinge of jealousy when I saw him, because it was clear that he was not an occasional friend for Nicola, and perhaps - who knows - precisely that great secret love that was rumored in our group.
When Nicola introduced us, Gianni simply made a vague gesture with his hand and, almost as if I wasn't even there, he grabbed Nicola by the arm and forced him to fall on the bed next to him.
With a behaviour that seemed very strange to me and certainly not usual, Nicola let himself fall on his back on the sheets, spread his arms and offered himself completely to the other.
Gianni began to caress him with exasperating slowness and, at the same time, with extraordinary sensuality: he started from his feet and legs to climb up to his thighs; at first, it was only his fingers that skilfully covered all the fibres of his beloved body; then it was the turn of his tongue that seemed to savour voluptuously the taste of sunburnt skin, the slight tickle of the small, delicate hairs that I knew so well.
Nicola remained motionless: but the muscles of his body stretched out with every flick of his tongue on the stitches - key was his intense, sweeping participation and, above all, the swelling at crotch height mounted to the point that the fabric of the shorts he wore seemed to burst at any moment.
The way the two of them behaved indicated an ancient habit of that kind of relationship: and I felt flushes of jealousy mounting my head every time a more skillful gesture, a more delicate titillated stitch or simply the birthmark he mounted snatched from Nicola little moans, long tremors or an ever-increasing accentuation of erection.
With skillful teeth, Gianni opened the straps that held him and slid the shorts along his thighs, accompanying him over the ankle; but he did not touch the member that had emerged swollen, swollen almost to the point of exploding, superb and desirable.
I felt my throat dry up, and my head burst at the sight of the only real reason that had pushed me there; but, at the same time, a deaf anger took hold of my stomach in the face of the evident condition of marginality to which their understanding forced me, since never before had I found myself living with Nicola such intense moments as the two were making me attend as a stranger.
But the surprises were not over: once the ritual of plundering was completed, Gianni resumed his patrol, with his fingers and tongue, of the upper part of Nicola's body, leaving free the belly on which stood majestically the great beloved stick.
Before I recovered from the wonder in front of the spectacle of that sex I knew so well, Nicola nodded to me with the hand to approach me, took my head and carried it firmly on its member: I opened my mouth almost instinctively and took it between my lips with the emotion of the first time.
But Nicola had decided that it had to be a great occasion and, holding me by the back of the neck, he lowered my head, pushing the enormous glans into my throat, up to the uvula: in rapid succession, I was forced to dominate a sense of suffocation and gagging, before adapting to the size and hardness, which seemed unusual to me, of that wonderful rod.
I began to suck it and swirl my tongue around the chapel, starting the most beautiful fellatio I could remember, when I felt that something was happening behind me.
I had almost forgotten the presence of Gianni, who in the meantime had abandoned his position and placed himself behind me, from where he had begun to unbutton my summer blouse and the jeans shorts that wrapped around my hips; he gently took off all my clothes and began to wet my anus with his middle finger, probably greasing it with a liquid or lubricating gel.
Moving from surprise to surprise, I was absolutely stunned between the pleasure of sex that Nicola was shaking in my mouth - copulating from bottom to top with buckets of hip movements - and the fearful and greedy wait for that rod that, in the heat of the moment, I had not even observed and that was about to drill my rectum.
The tonnage was quite remarkable: although I was now accustomed to anal coitus, I felt that the sphincter was forced to bleed out of an abnormal clapper; and I felt it all the way down, even when, painfully overcoming the bottleneck, it sank into my belly, striking areas never before reached by other members.
I gave myself up completely to my two lovers, and was enveloped in a sort of ecstatic torpor, in which I could only feel the electric twinges of electricity from the member of my sphincter, and the even more sensual ones from the chapel rubbing against my palate, on my tongue, and between my lips.
They went on together for a while, in perfect harmony, even exchanging sweet phrases and communicating sensations and emotions that almost always excited and gratified me, since they were many homages to the softness of my backside, to the wisdom of my fellatio, to the sweetness of possessing me.
They locked themselves in unison, passing the word to each other, just before exploding into orgasm; and they came out of my mouth and rectum, slowly, almost gently, so as not to hurt me further; they sent me out to refresh me, while they hugged and exchanged effusions like great lovers; then they also refreshed themselves, but not together as I would have expected, but in turn while what remained with me added a few caresses and rubbed against my body.
Then the three of us lay down on the mat and began to touch each other and caress each other's members and souls: the sense of jealousy that had attacked me gradually subsided and I became almost in tune with them to the point of participating in each other's effusions with greater intensity and participation.
"It will be good to conclude: I feel like ejaculating."
He proclaimed Gianni and did not give us time to answer: lying on his back as he was, he took my head and forced me to kneel on his side to take the club in his mouth; I did so, but with great caution, given the size of the device that could have suffocated me: I made him understand by gestures and guttural sounds that the game would be led by me and, to my surprise, he turned around and let me do it.
Meanwhile, behind me, Nicola had knelt down to put it in my rectum; and he didn't even need the gel, given the previous experience that had greatly dilated my anus and a certain tolerability of his sex, which I had always considered enormous and that now was reduced in front of Gianni's tool that even in the mouth was difficult to manage.
It took me a while to dominate Gianni's rod, and to bring it back to my tongue games; but when I succeeded, I realized that I was ecstasizing him, seeing the moans and contractions of my whole body, which gave him every tongue stroke on the chapel, every play of entering and exiting from my narrow lips, every licking of the testicles and the rod; and suddenly he asked Nicholas to stop with sex planted in my rectum until he came; Nicola made her and I discovered a new sensation with my rectum electrified by the penetration but not participating in the copulation that took place between me and Gianni's sex, which in my throat took and gave slight electric shocks of pleasure at every movement until, at the height of pleasure, he began to push rhythmically and, sinking with a decisive blow, almost directly into my stomach an uncontrollable ejaculation that burned my senses and suffocated me for a while.
While I was recovering from the small skid of the orgasm I had received, I realized that Gianni had operated under me a rotation so that, while I was still holding his member dripping sperm all over my mouth, he had transferred his head between my thighs and took in my mouth my sex which, in all that excitement, had erected itself in all its power and even - but only now I realized it - almost grieved me so much it was turgid.
Gianni revealed a technique in fellatio that almost made me ashamed of the compliments I had received and that I had felt as sincere: It was irresistible the way he swiped his tongue from the anus - where he went to lick Nicola's member who was stuck in it - gradually through the hidden part of the rod, through the testicles and up to the tip which he made disappear in the depths of the throat with a rapid and violent gesture; he was not very skilled in the work of tongue around the glans, which I liked very much; but it was still enormous the pleasure he was able to give by moving his head back and forth on sex.
In no time at all I was at the height of pleasure and I felt that the orgasm was coming without even realizing that Nicola had started pumping me in the rectum again and that he was about to enjoy it.
We exploded together, him in my rectum and me in Gianni's mouth, who welcomed my ejaculation with the same joy with which I had welcomed his ejaculation and I welcomed Nicola's ejaculation: we fell on the mat, in an unnatural pose and I remained tied to the two sexes - in my rectum and in my mouth - Gianni with my sex in his mouth and Nicola inside my rectum; maybe ten minutes passed before we recovered; but it seemed to me a moment that I wanted to stop.
When we were recovered and a little refreshed, Nicola told me that I could spend the night at Gianni's, given his family commitments, and that we would certainly see each other the next day; in the meantime, we could go to the beach together.
Along the way, I was surprised to look at Gianni several times, who appeared more and more unpredictable each time and who, after unleashing my fiercest jealousy, suddenly I found him much nicer and more helpful than many other people and, in some ways, even the same Nicola who almost never worried about my sex, in our meetings, and in any case he always let me masturbate alone without even helping me in that.
In essence, I repeated myself, the experience so far was to be considered quite positive, considering the great copulation of three, the novelty of Nicola's attitude that put me aside from his private life and Gianni's sympathy that, who knows, could also become something more.
When we arrived at the beach, I lay down in a spot in the shade of an open beach umbrella and I abandoned myself to the pleasure of the sun and the sea, while Gianni got lost in the crowd to greet as many different people as possible and Nicola left us to go under his family's umbrella.
I met him a few hours later, while I was loitering on the shore so distracted that I almost fell on him.
He wasn't alone; his mother was with him, who knew me well and who didn't hide the wonder - and perhaps even the hardship - of finding villagers there too, but there was also a sexting and pretty girl who, unable to do without, introduced me as his fiancée '... or rather almost wife: we are getting married in September' as she twittered.
The bump that the sudden news gave me caused me to miss her, so much so that the 'caring friend' was forced to support me and, muttering something about a sunstroke, to accompany me to a nearby umbrella where the wicked Gianni, who had witnessed the scene and was evidently aware of the situation, laughed with two of his strange friends.
Half-cocked against Nicola, against the lovers, against the world, but above all against myself and my dabbling, I angrily picked up my towel and my shorts and set off for Gianni's house, determined to drop everything and go back to the city, despite the late hour, which advised against traveling to that place and in that season.
At home, I was joined by Gianni and his friends who tried to dissuade me from the idea, inviting me instead to take what I could - at least the weekend at the beach - and not to make rash decisions that could make things worse.
Gianni, most of all, was thoughtful and persuasive and talked to me at length, caressing me affectionately, hugging me and kissing me from time to time as I had seen him do with Nicola: gradually, the atmosphere changed radically and turned into a sort of halo of complicity that united the four of us, Gianni and his two friends, almost outside or against the world; and gradually the caresses and kisses involved all four of us with increasingly markedly sexual intentions.
Without even realizing it clearly, I found myself again lying on the mat with the three of them exchanging effusions and putting me at the centre of their attention; Gianni, above all, who already knew me, never stopped praising the tenderness of my bum and the ductility of my sphincter, inviting the others to check while he took off my costume and spread my buttocks to expose my anus, of which the taller of the two immediately took possession and began to test it with his fingers, progressively inserting one, then two and finally three with great wisdom and delicacy, almost without hurting me.
In the meantime Gianni passed to decant my mouth and my ability to suck sex and, accompanying the gestures to the words, he stuck his huge rod in my mouth and shook it inside me as if he were copulating in a rectum or a vagina.
The third one, in order not to remain completely outside, began to caress my skin where it could reach and stuck, at the same time, in my hand a particularly stocky and knotty stick that almost worried me for possible penetrations in an anus already so much tried.
These were extraordinary hours of sex: the three of them were not to be new to certain experiences and moved almost synchronously, alternating in every possible way, so that I always had sex firmly planted between my buttocks and deeply in my rectum; another I manipulated with my hands, masturbating it and rubbing it on the skin of my whole body, and one filled my mouth up to my throat.
But, extraordinarily, there were no overlaps, confusions or overlaps: as in a kind of ballet, two slowed down the rhythm to give me the opportunity to enjoy the third, so that the pleasure of anal penetration was not much slowed down by contemporary masturbation or fellatio, and when, instead, I indicated to gestures that I preferred to devote myself to fellatio, the one that penetrated my anus was limited to pushing it in and holding it, while the other made almost imperceptible movements with the member I held in my hand; the same happened if I indicated that I preferred masturbation at that moment.
They went on for a long time, alternating in their disposition and always stopping just before orgasm, a sign that they were - if not professionals - decidedly great experts.
The ballet lasted until the evening and all the time I could only submit to all their desires, which were never particular or unacceptable: only the suspicion of having been used, if not in a rationally organized project, at least in a situation that saw me occasionally functional to habits that that group had rooted and developed over time.
In any case, even having so many penises, so remarkable and so expert, at my complete disposal induced me to give up the quibbles and enjoy the joy of sex to the end, also considering the fate reserved for other types of relationships.
I devoted myself with extreme pleasure to my practices and I favoured all the requests that - openly or tacitly - were made to me: in short, I was able to suck myself into the rectum, making them enjoy almost to the point of orgasm, both Gianni's enormous sex and the blackened sex of his shorter friend; I made all three of them scream with pleasure when I sucked the member with the movements that had become almost natural to me and, in the end, I even managed to make them explode at the same time - in the rectum, in the mouth and on the belly - leaving them panting to recover from an ejaculation that - after so much time and so many interruptions - turned out to be almost deadly for all three of them.
I slipped into the shower and washed myself quickly; and while the three of them were still lying dazed on the mat, I went out on the beach to get some air and be alone for a while.
In truth, the beach, in that point of extreme suburbs, was very little empty at that hour: in the uncertain light of the new moon, you could sense, rather than see each other, the groups standing on the sand engaged in games and activities more or less as a group: from an overturned boat came unmistakable moans; around the fire on the shore you could see shadows moving and dancing; on the sand you had to climb over tangled bodies every now and then.
To avoid useless balancing, I decided to stop or return - very unwillingly - to my home: luckily a little wall appeared that allowed me to lean against it and light a cigarette to think about my cabbages.
The shadow that materialized in the darkness suddenly gave me a throb of terror; but I reassured myself quickly discovering that she was a girl in her twenties, thin as anorexia but with two lightning tits, who shocked me with a sibylline phrase 'it's a token', while she lowered my shorts and costume in one block and took in her hands my semiturgid sex, still credited with an ejaculation, since Gianni and friends had not cared about me at all while they flooded me with sperm and I had therefore gone blank: The girl showed herself to be very clever, first with her hands and then with her mouth; against all my expectations, with two strokes she pulled up my cock at full erection, and when she shoved it down her throat, she licked it so wisely that, after the fifth escapement, I was ejaculating on her tits.
Considering the experiences I had had up to that moment, I was convinced that I would never have any pleasure with women; but evidently I was wrong to consider myself one-sided, and on my way home, I promised myself to go into the matter further.
The next morning, I woke up at about ten o'clock and discovered that Gianni hadn't even slept at home; it didn't have any effect on me and I went to the beach.
By a strange coincidence, the first person I saw was Nicola himself walking on the shoreline; I went near him determined to ask him at least some explanations but, as I approached him, he was joined by a girl who hugged him affectionately; I was about to deviate, when he called me out loud and, when we were close, he introduced me to the girl who was with him: My eyes almost splashed out of my eyes when I realized that 'his little sister-in-law' was exactly the girl who had so skilfully sucked me the night before; but the little bitch, without making a wrinkle, merely commented that she was "very happy to meet Nicola's friends". .