The three of them sat in Mr. Steele’s bed, excited at the proposition of the threesome. Adrian and Marcus, with the silver daddy’s muscular, tattooed arms wrapped tight around their shoulders, removed his silky briefs. They each sat on either side of their tailor — tonight, they were serving him.
Their tongues swirled in a three-way kiss, hands running over one another. When Mr. Steele turned his head, his tongue ran along the underside of Adrian’s lean neck, while his other hand forced Marcus down towards his nether-region.
The boy opened wide to accommodate his tailor’s considerable size. His head bobbed up and down, and then after an eventual tug at his hair, or a tap on the shoulder, he’d take himself off the shaft and gulp for air. Adrian broke the kiss with Mr. Steele and, with a simple glance of instruction, took Marcus’s place in swallowing the silver-fox’s cock.
These two alternated the duties of servicing the DILF with great pleasure. In response, Mr. Steele’s big hands, the very definition of power and precision, trailed down their flanks and hooked under the bands of each of the boys’ underwear. Steele’s boys got the signal, and peeled themselves out of their last remaining clothes.
Adrian took Marcus to his hairy pit and forced him to bathe in the scent before bending the twink over. Overwhelmed by desire, Adrian inserted himself in and pounded Marcus’ fun-size mercilessly, as if trying to break him in half. The twink, for his part, whimpered and begged for more.
Seeing Marcus folded up like that was exactly the inspiration Mr. Steele needed. After Adrian pulled out, Steele fed his own big cock into the boy’s tiny hole. Each thrust from the older man across the walls of Marcus’s prostate shot light into the corner of the small boy’s eyes and lit his synapses on fire. He cried out in ecstasy, but release was not yet his.
Not until Mr. Steele was done.