Chapter 3 – Chapter 3

When I came back into consciousness, I was on my back again, free of bounds, but Paul was sitting on the lounger beside me and I became conscious of my own moans and that I felt incredibly stuffed. My pelvis was elevated again, and one of my legs was spread and lay across his lap. I could feel the pulsing hardness of his erection on my thigh. He was worrying my nipples with one hand and looking down at me with an expression that approached awe. I looked down the line of my body and saw that his hand was inside me up to his wrist. It was slowly rolling back and forth and my pelvis was rolling with its rhythm. Rollo knelt beside my hips. He brought a cloth to my nose that smelled sweet and immediately started to make me feel groggy. I watched then as he lowered his lips over my cock and the stemmed stud in his tongue found my piss slit once again. And then I just went with the flow again until I drifted off into blackness.

I woke up in my bed, bathed and powdered and feeling a little groggy. It was dark in the room, but when I struggled up and went and pulled away the drapes on the French windows, I saw that it was only late afternoon.

Paul and Rollo were sitting, clothed in formal wear, on cushioned seats next to a table covered with a white cloth and set for three. Lit candles were placed here and there around the pool area. The two men were drinking from martini glasses. A third, unoccupied chair was positioned between them. I found my tuxedo in the closet and dressed and went down to them.

There was no mention of the debauchery at the pool in the morning. If I hadn't been sore, I would have wondered if I had dreamed it all. The discussion was light—sports and action and adventure movies and a bit on current events and the business market in Puerto Rico. Rollo seemed quite able to keep up his end of the conversation. They also discussed the peculiar behavior of the workmen who had been working on the resort and just walked off the job—with the promise that they would be back. Paul said they almost were apologetic about it—and looked embarrassed when he pressed them for a reason. But they had avoided giving him one other than "national holiday." Paul had lived in Puerto Rico long enough to know that they could find a national holiday excuse for any day they didn't want to work.

"What's a little surprising in their nonappearance is that they clocked in well before this. And they were good workers—well most of them. And good for other purposes as well," Paul said. "You would like them, I think, Ty."

That's as close as he came to mentioning what had gone on between us earlier in the day until much later, after the sun had gone down, and we'd plowed through three courses of food, including broiled lobster with shrimp and scallop chasers, had had our coffee, and were finishing off with snifters of brandy, sitting three abreast on the lounger next to the underlit pool, me sandwiched between the other two and them working my body through openings in the tuxedo with their hands.

After each of us had said, as all of us are want to do, that we needed to leave for our separate demands of the evening but didn't actually budge from the comfort and ambiance of the moment—Rollo cleaning up, Paul updating the resort's books, and me continuing my review of what I was supposed to be doing for Vado Pharmaceuticals in Puerto Rico—I did approach the subject again.

"I never asked you what the fees are for room and board here," I said. "Not that I care what you charge, but my company is picking up the tab, and I should know what to tell them if and when they ask."

"As long as you continue pleasing me, there will be no bill," Paul said with a hoarse whisper. His hand was squeezing my cock rhythmically at that moment, so I had to assume I was pleasing him. But I asked anyway.

"And do I please you?" I asked.

"Very much so—and Rollo too," Paul answered in even a deeper and more hoarse voice.

"I am quite pleased with the accommodations," I answered. "And Rollo too," I added.

"You are so accommodating yourself," Paul said. "I don't want to go beyond bounds. Is there anything not—?"

"No," I interjected. "I'm sure that anything you enjoy I will find equally enjoyable. Both of you—together—even. I'm sure I could—"

"After this afternoon, I'm sure you could too," Paul said with a laugh. "You needn't bother to lock your door here at night," he then said as he rose. "We both have keys to all of the doors."

"I feel safe enough, I answered," as Rollo also rose to leave.

In the middle of the night, under a full moon that I let stream through the undraped French doors as I lay naked in the four-poster bed in my room, both Paul and Rollo quietly entered. They both were naked. They moved to either side of the bed and reached up into the corner of the canopies of the bed and brought down restraints on leather leads.

"Is it OK to—?" Paul whispered.

"Yes, yes, of course, if that's what you wish," I whispered back. Rollo stretched my right arm and left leg up and out, as Paul did the same with the left. Then, as Rollo wedged pillows under the small of my back, Paul knelt at the foot of the bed between my legs and docked our cocks—pressing one cock head against the other and stretching his uncut foreskin over the tip of my cock. He closed a fist over the docked cocks and stroked them to hard. Rollo kissed me on the lips and then pulled up a club chair close to the side of the bed and watched as Paul and I moaned and sighed in unison.

When I had reached the shuddering and writhing stage, Rollo started handing various forms of dildo to Paul that he had covered in lube and both watched intently as Paul played in my widening hole with them.

When I was sufficiently dilated, Paul worked his way under me on the bed in full stretch and entered me from behind with his cock. Rollo then stood and took up the kneeling position between my legs that Paul had previously occupied. He then too worked his cock inside me and they double fucked me. As we were close to coming, Paul took my throat in his hands as he'd done the first time he fucked me and I ejaculated, in profusion, at the point of blacking out.

When I awoke it was after dawn and I was unbound in my bed.

For two days after this, the routine was more or less the same. Wild cocking at the pool in the morning, sleeping the afternoon away under the influence of some sort of drug, a quiet dinner of pretense that nothing was going on between the three of us—and double penetration sex at night. During this period, both Paul and Rollo frequently whispered in awe that they had no idea that someone as small of stature and young looking as I was could perform sexually as I did.

Even when I told them I had successfully lived in New York as a male escort, they remained almost incredulous—even though I repeatedly managed all that they said they couldn't believe I would be able to.