...how do you manage to keep your feet on the ground and stay sane?"
"How do I manage.." Alex smiles as he thinks about the other night.
It was pure luck that he had run into the three of them. They were supposed to be back home in Stockholm. After the several rounds of drinks, they had made it back to his place. And the fun began.
How many combinations there were between all four of them he can't keep track. One memory that is highlighted in his thoughts was of him on his back on the bed. Someone was on his cock, not riding it but just squeezing it over and over.
His head was hanging off the edge of the bed and someone else's cock was in his mouth. His hands had been gripping their thighs, his tongue working the cock as it went deeper and deeper into his throat.
That would have been enough to remember, and it was.
Til he felt the fingers pushing into his ass: two, three, four.
And finally the pressure as the whole hand was pushed in, the feeling of being filled beyond belief. His legs spreading as far as they could go as first the hand, then the arm was slid in and out of him. The increasing thrusts, combined with the tightening to his cock made his orgasm come hard and far too quick.
With a snap he returned to the interviewer's question.
"I find my friends help me with that." |
