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"You sure you're ready for this kid?" Apollo asked in his usual growl. It caused Keaton's skin to tingle with desire and realization.
"God, yes." He said, leaning into the 54 year old's chest. Apollo instinctively wrapped his arms around the younger man's shoulders. He was about three or four inches taller, but Keaton's 28 year old body was a bit more muscled than Apollo's.
"Oh, c'mon Apollo, the kid's been begging all week!." Avery piped in from behind, walking into the living room of Apollo's house with a small cardboard box. "He practically dropped his pants behind the Abel's the other day, I think he's been ready for this for weeks now."
"I wish I had that kinda libido." Apollo chuckled. "Alright, Keaton, clothes off."
Avery sat down on one of the nearby couches, splaying his toes into the cheap carpet, riddled with sandy grit. It was nearly midnight, and the lapping of the high-tide waves lulled them all with the rhythmic thrusts of nature. The moonlight, silvery and liquid, painted Keaton's body as he stripped out of his t-shirt and pants, sliding down his underwear slowly, bending with the motion so that the two older men behind him could see the curves, the slopes, all trickled in moonlight, dripping from the small of his back, down his tight, pink anus, then rolling off his balls like a long, impassioned lick. Avery let out a whistle, undoing his bandana and unbuttoning his shirt along with the kid. Apollo watched the show, mesmerized by the dance of feather and almost-light, only passively unzipping his leather jacket.
Keaton moved to discard the clothing, then hesitated. "I-I... Think I wanna wear this jacket, actually." He said, turning back around and holding the article. It was the jacket Keaton almost always wore, a relic from his highschool days.
"I think that'd be hot." Apollo said with a chuckle. "Lord knows I can't fit into mine anymore."
Avery almost guffawed. "We didn't even have jackets that fine when I was in highschool."
Keaton beamed for a second, then slipped the jacket on. By the time the collar slid over his eyes, the two men he was facing, lusting after, were all nude, sitting on the couch. Apollo had one foot up, on the couch, giving Keaton a mouth-watering view of the very end of his taint, and Avery had his arms back behind his head, making his studly chest and beer gut seem almost as prominent as his peaking cock. Keaton felt his knees weaken, and he slowly slid down to the floor, resting his palms on the sandy carpet, crawling over to the older men on all fours.
"Damn, this reminds me of college. We used to have parties with boys like this all the time. Course, they were never this cute." Apollo mused.
"I'm sure your back didn't suck as much back then, huh?" Avery jabbed as Keaton got closer, ever so closer.
"Oh, shut up, old man. You're one hip replacement away from the replica skeletons we had in anatomy class." Apollo laughed.
"And you're only 8 years away from the same condition, sport." Avery retorted. As the old men bantered laughingly, Keaton crawled onto Avery's lap, sticking his beak in between the 62 year old man's legs. He breathed in, letting the subtle smell of musk wash over him, making him feel dirty, making him feel used. Each new inhalation brought him inches closer, until his beak rested at the very base of the older man's cock, rubbing the soft skin against his face. While Apollo and Avery cracked open beers, Keaton licked at the hefty sacks of his hosts, hoping to lap up even a hint of their essence. He wanted that taste on his tongue, that smell forever on his nose. They drank alcohol, but he got high on the smell alone.
"I think it's time we got to work, huh?" Avery finally said.
"You horny old man." Apollo ribbed, but he stood with his friend, opening up the small box Avery brought from before. He produced a small list of objects from it. A pair of handcuffs, a small ring-gag, a cock cage, a buttplug, and a few wired bullet vibes. Finally, he pulled out a blindfold, one with a few suspicious stains. Keaton slowly rose to his feet, beckoned up by Apollo's feather-finger to stand face to face with him. Avery went to work behind him, clasping his arms together with the cuffs. Avery's hands explored, running down Keaton's spine and onto his ass. Before Keaton could make a noise, a stifled moan, a command, anything, Apollo locked beaks with the younger man, letting his hands slide from Keaton's shapely hips up to his nipples, brushing and tugging at them. Keaton practically melted with the attention, the perfect touches, the intimate care. He didn't notice when Avery slid the vibrator in his ass, or when he briefly let his tongue tease the edges of Keaton's pucker, or even when the cold glass of the buttplug found a warm respite in his ass. Keaton could only feel the battle of tongues he and Apollo were waging, he could only see the eyes of the studly older man who was about to make him his pet. This was everything to him.
Avery continued his work, slipping the cock cage on with little resistance from Keaton. When the click of the miniature padlock graced Keaton's ears, he let out a languid moan, his excitement straining the cheap plastic cage that now restrained him. The kiss was released, and Keaton was forced on his knees by a harsh shove on the shoulders.
"You know the safe sign. If you ever get too much, snap your fingers, and we'll get you all taken care of." Avery whispered in Keaton's ear. "Now, my old ass is tired, and it needs a tongue-fuckin'. Best get to it, else that cage is gonna be on all night~" With the last word, Keaton's eyes were finally obscured by the blindfold. He couldn't see now, only feel, feel Avery's body shift next to him, then his hand grab the back of Keaton's head, pulling the younger man into Avery's anus. Keaton practically consumed it, quickly taking to his task of licking at the older man's pucker, all the while conscious of Apollo's huge cock just centimetres from his cheek, the heat from the massive shaft warming the blush in Keaton's eyelids.
Avery's normally shrewd and witty tongue was reduced to lolling out of his mouth as the kid lapped at his hole, the warm organ shooting pleasure up and down his body as it rubbed against the soft, sweaty skin. Keaton licked like it was the only thing keeping him alive, like it was the last thing he'd ever do. He relished in the taste of the old man, only barely finishing the motion before he craved another hit, caught in an endless cycle of fulfillment and desire. Avery slowly became used to the pleasure, teasing the kid for more. He cracked open a new beer and shook his fat ass in Keaton's face, driving him wild with old man ass.
When Keaton finally broke away from the tight pucker of his old neighbor's hole, he felt the delicate hand of Apollo lead his chin around. He obeyed as Apollo's fingers lifted his mouth open, gently and lovingly, and he yielded as a ring-gag wrapped around his cheeks, forcing his mouth open. He was leaking in his cage when Apollo rested the tip of his fat cock on the very rim of the ring, just within tongue's reach of Keaton. Keaton lapped at the head as quickly and awkwardly as he could the gag would allow him. Apollo grinned at the desperation of the young man, just barely edging his cock in, before he couldn't take it any more. He thrust into the young man's throat, jarring Keaton for just a second and causing his throat to tighten. Keaton had just barely grabbed a hold of his gag reflex before Apollo started thrusting, facefucking the younger man with a force most people only see used on a tight virgin. Keaton could barely stand the rough treatment, gripping to his own thumb's behind his back and bracing for each violent thrust. He leaked more and more from his restricted cock. He was so focused on being used like this that he barely realized the warmth that surrounded his face as Avery backed his ass into the young man's cheek. Keaton felt Apollo's cock go deeper, as he was now caught between groin of his host and the ass of his master. Every continuing second made the cage around Keaton's cock tighter, til he felt he might bust out of the thing. He was in pure bliss, being pushed around, used, fucked carelessly by the older, more experienced men around him. If Keaton's mind wasn't already gone, clouded from his better judgement by the smell of sweat and musk, eroded by the silky licks of pre-cum he still tasted on his tongue, then it was definitely shattered by the combined feeling of Avery's warm, winking anus on his chin while Apollo used him like a breakable fleshlight. He didn't even have to think about his gag reflex. He had become the sleeve he needed to be to accommodate his rough treatment.
Apollo's thrusts suddenly became rougher, more desperate. Keaton didn't have time to brace as Apollo slammed all the way on, rubbing his pubic feathers into the younger man's snout and warming his chin with his balls. Keaton couldn't taste the rich seed, but he felt the old man's cock pulsate, filling his throat with cum he tried as much as he could to swallow. After all, the taste wasn't for him. He wasn't there to be pleasured with sensation, only to be used. As the rich fluid kept filling him up, he couldn't keep up. Apollo pulled out, and Keaton coughed and gagged up the golden stuff. He managed to keep from making a mess anywhere but his face, which was dripping from chin to nostrils, onto his crisp highschool jacket. He glowed for a second in the fulfillment of his purpose.
"D-Damn, kiddo. You really are better than those college kids." Apollo huffed.
"Bahaha!" Avery laughed, slapping his friend on the back. "I coulda told you that, skree-haw. Now, how about we give this boy what he wants?"
"I've got half a mind to ride that cock he's sporting." Keaton felt himself pushed back onto the carpet. "Or did you have something different in mind?"
"Naw, if you wanna ride the boy off, I'll get another go at his mouth. Just be sure to turn on the vibes." Avery laughed.
Keaton couldn't see, but he could definitely feel the tight cage loosening, the lock clicking, and his full length being let free, pulsing as it grew to the size it wanted to for the last 10 minutes. Avery took off the gag, and before Keaton could really swallow the drops of Apollo's cum dribbling onto his chin, he felt Avery's ass take up residence once more on his tongue. He felt Apollo line his cock up, and have his own seat, and Keaton squirmed and squirmed under the weight of the two older men. Avery rocked back and forth while Apollo slid up and down, the feeling so absolute he felt he might combust. He couldn't feel the exact motions of Apollo's warm, welcoming ass rubbing against his glans, or the way it felt when he sat back down and rested his warm anus on the base of his cock. He couldn't feel how both their balls rubbed on him, either lengthily and slowly like Avery's or quickly and heavily like Apollo's. He couldn't even feel the warmth on his face where Avery was pressing his hole against the boy's beak. All he could feel was the solid plug in his ass, the feeling of both their hands, one each, on his chest, and the extreme convulsions of his overly pleasured toes. He felt himself getting closer to simply opening the floodgates with every stray movement, every soft breath he could barely feel. If heaven existed, it would feel like two middle-aged men riding your face and ass while you struggle to know which way is up in the sea of pleasure.
"O-oh, right, the vibrator." Apollo huffed. "Almost f-forgot."
There was a click that Keaton registered, and then suddenly, he felt his body move in ways he never intended. It was pleasure so much it was pain, an over stimulation of finite body past anything else he'd ever experienced. Of course he came. He came so hard he was surprised Apollo didn't comment on the taste of his cum. He came so hard his breathing became labored and his chest ached. He came so hard he couldn't feel the intricacies of his own cock, just a vague feeling of pleasure. And they continued like that, for three, four, five minutes, riding his limping cock and his moaning face until finally, two jets of warmth washed over his body as the two men climaxed as well. They slid off slowly, each movement sending a jolt up Keaton's body, until they both laid by him. Each one was spent. Each one was filthy with cum, drool, and sweat.
And each one couldn't wait for next week, when they'd planned to have a repeat show at Avery's house.