Fantasy Lifestyles 2/Fantasy Lifestyles 2.iso/agt/3playrm.txt

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                            THREE TO PLAY

 Chip was  waiting in the  hotel lobby right  on time. Since  he had
 been scheduled  to work today for  the early early lunch  shift, he
 was off at six.  That was OK with me, since it  had been a late one
 the night before. Much as I had enjoyed balling all night with this
 great looking stud,  I was a little tired today.  Not as young as I
 used to be,  I guess. Nonetheless, the offer to  meet his friend in
 Georgetown sounded  too good to  miss - tired  or not. The  friend,
 according to CHIP, was "in to leather", and had his own playroom in
 his house. Although  I consider myself to be  fairly experienced, I
 had never gotten  much into the leather scene.  Most of the leather
 types I had met in the past  had been nothing more than bank clerks
 dressed up  in leather jackets and  playacting. A definite turn-off
 as far as I was concerned. When Chip had described his friend to me
 the  night before,  this one  sounded different,  so I  was looking
 forward to meeting the guy and - if things worked out - seeing what
 he had to offer.

 We got a taxi easily at the hotel, and headed for Georgetown. Along
 the way, since  neither of us had eaten dinner,  we stopped for two
 pizzas to take with us. We drove  along what appeared to be a major
 parkway  for  a  while,  and  then  Chip  had  to  give  the driver
 directions  through Georgetown  to  his  friend's house.  The house
 turned out to be a  small, very ordinary looking semidetached house
 along a very ordinary looking  street. I was a little disappointed.
 I do not know what I had expected, but this didn't look like it. We
 paid the  driver, the cab  left, and we  walked up the  walk to the
 front door and rang the bell.

 Unlike  the  house  itself,  the  guy  who  answered  the  door WAS
 everything I had  expected - and more. He was  about 6'2", a little
 taller than  me, and had  the broadest shoulders  I had ever  seen.
 Standing in  the doorway of  this little house  made him look  even
 bigger than  he was. He  had short jet  black hair and  a thin inch
 wide beard  running along the  edge of his  jaw. The beard  and his
 rugged facial  features made him  look particularly formidable.  He
 was  wearing  a  loose  sweat  shirt  and  tight, faded jeans which
 outlined a nice looking piece of meat to the left of his crotch. It
 seemed to extend half way to his  knees. We shook hands and he took
 our coats and threw them over a  chair in the living room. His name
 was Mark.

 As we walked through the living and dining rooms toward the kitchen
 in the back of  the house, I was able to check  Mark out a bit. His
 neck was thick  and muscular. His strong looking  back tapered from
 his wide shoulders  down a tight, narrow waist and  a pair of great
 looking  tight buns  which tensed   and relaxed  as he  walked. His
 thighs looked well developed and  stretched at the thin material of
 his jeans so that it looked like they were about to split. His feet
 were bare. He moved with the firm grace of a seasoned athlete.

 The kitchen was as ordinary looking as the rest of the house. There
 was  a small  table against  one wall,  with three  chairs, and the
 usual stove, fridge, etc. Mark motioned  me to the middle chair and
 got a  couple of beers  out of  the  fridge. We talked  for a while
 about nothing in particular as we drank the beer and ate the pizza.
 As Mark moved  about I got a good image  of his well developed body
 under the  sweat shirt and  jeans. Mark made  sure as he  sat to my
 side with  his legs spread, that  I got a good  view of his basket.
 Chip seemed  unusually quiet as we  ate and talked, although  I was
 much too interested in Mark to really notice.

 After about  an hour, three more  beers and all of  the Pizza, Mark
 looked at me and said, "I hear  you and Chip had a ball last night,
 George." "Yes, Sir, we sure did," Chip answered before I could even
 open my mouth. Mark continued, "Chip  here says that you are pretty
 well equipped and that you know  how to use what you've got." "Yes,
 Sir," Chip repeated promptly. It was  only then that I noticed that
 Chip  had  started  to  address  Mark  as  "Sir",  and  I  began to
 understand the  relationship between them,  and why he  had been so
 quiet. Mark put  his hand on my knee, squeezed  it a bit, and said,
 "Want to check  out my playroom with us?" I  said that that sounded
 OK to me. Mark got up from  the table, tossed the empty pizza boxes
 in the trash and said, "OK, let's go."

 We  followed Mark  upstairs to  second floor.  There were two rooms
 separated by a bathroom. The door of  the back room was open. I saw
 a weight bench in  the middle of the room, a  couple of barbells on
 the  floor, and  a couple  of tee  shirts and  some other  clothing
 scattered about.  I thought to myself  that this did not  look like
 much of a  playroom. The front room was Marks  bedroom. There was a
 mattress and spring on the floor as a bed, a dresser with the usual
 junk on it,  and two closets. On the wall  were a couple of posters
 of well built, nude men. I  recognized one of them as Jack Wrangler
 wearing a cowboy hat and displaying  his ample dick. Mark said that
 we could change  here, and stripped off his  sweat shirt. His chest
 was even  better than I had  expected. His pecs were  firm and well
 developed, and  his rounded deltoids  made his shoulders  look even
 broader than they  had with his shirt on. Some  soft black hair set
 off the upper portion of his chest, and trailed down to a thin line
 of hair  that disappeared into his  jeans at the waist.  As we took
 our clothes off, Mark turned to  Chip and said, "Did you clean your
 ass, boy?" Chip meekly replied, "No,  Sir." "You know where the ass
 cleaner is, boy.  Go do it," Mark barked. Then  he turned to me and
 said, "George,  why don't you  go see that  he does it  right." Not
 knowing  what  he  meant,  I  followed  Chip  down  the hall to the
 bathroom.

 In  the bathroom  there was  a glass  enclosed tub  with a European
 style shower on  a flexible hose mounted on  the wall. Chip stepped
 into the shower  and turned on the water. He  said to me that "Mark
 likes real clean asses" and suggested that I get in the shower with
 him. Having  enjoyed a shower  with Chip just  the night before,  I
 welcomed the opportunity  to do it again. We  soaped each other all
 over, paying particular attention to  each other's asses. Then Chip
 took the  shower head off  of its hook  on the wall,  unscrewed the
 shower head and handed the streaming hose to me. "Here, wash my ass
 for me will you," he said, and  turned his back to me, leaned over,
 spread his ass cheeks with his hands exposing his lovely asshole to
 full view.  I took the  hose and started  to direct the  stream of
 warm water toward that lovely little  rosebud I had enjoyed so much
 the night before.  It started to spasm a bit  as the warm water hit
 it.  Chip then  reached around,  grabbed my  arm at  the wrist  and
 forced the tip  of the hose right into  his ass for an inch  or so.
 After the warm water had filled his  ass for a few minutes, he drew
 the hose out  and a gush of water  mixed with a little bit  of shit
 followed. He said, "Do it again, George." I did. At Chip's request,
 I repeated the process  three or four times. Each  time Chip took a
 little more of  the warm water than the time  before. All the while
 his nine  inch cock was  slowly getting harder  and harder. He  was
 obviously  enjoying  the  ass  cleaning  enormously.  When  he  was
 finished, Chip  turned around and washed  my ass a few  times, too.
 Although I did not take nearly as  much water as he had, I must say
 I enjoyed it, too.

 When we gat  back to the bedroom, both of  us with stiffening cocks
 from the  ass play, Mark had  dressed for the occasion,  and things
 seemed to  be getting more interesting.  He was dressed in  a black
 leather harness, boots, black gloves and a crushed leather hat. His
 semirigid cock  and balls were circled  by a thick metal  cock ring
 attached to a leather strap. This  was attached to a second ring in
 the center  of his chest,  to which a  number of other  straps were
 attached which  circled his chest  and ran over  his shoulders. The
 whole thing  seemed to buckle  tightly around the  waist. It looked
 incredibly  sexy on  Mark's muscular  body. Mark  picked up a thick
 metal studded collar from the bed and put it around Chip's neck. He
 buckled the collar behind Chip's neck and attached a piece of chain
 to the collar. He then put a pair of thick leather handcuffs around
 Chip's wrists  and clipped them  together behind Chip's  back. Chip
 reacted to Mark's efforts with a big  smile and a kiss on the neck.
 Then Mark stepped behind Chip and  put a soft leather hood over his
 head, which covered his eyes, but left his nose and mouth exposed.

 Mark turned to  me and said' "I guess Chip  is ready, but how about
 you?" He rummaged through the stuff on the closet floor and came up
 with a metal studded belt, which I put on, and a pair of cuffs like
 Chip's which I put on my wrists.  As I was buckling the cuffs, Mark
 took a studded  leather cock ring off of the  bed, slipped it under
 my balls and snapped the snap  tightly around my cock and balls. He
 stroked my  hardening dick a  few times and  said, "OK, let's  go."
 Mark took the chain attached to Chip's collar and lead him down the
 hall, down  the stairs and to  a door in the  kitchen which lead to
 the  basement.  I  followed,  getting  hornier  by  the second, and
 wondering what was going to come next.

 The  basement was  ordinary looking  at first  glance - furnace and
 water heater  in one corner, a  few boxes of junk,  etc. One of the
 lights was replaced by a red  bulb, which gave the basement a warn,
 sexy glow. On a table at the side of the basement was an assortment
 of  chains, a  small leather  whip, a  couple of  dildoes, a large
 bottle of baby  oil, an open jar of "Elbow  Grease" and a number of
 other objects I could not quite identify at the moment. A couple of
 short lengths of  chain hung from hooks on  the ceiling beams. Mark
 lead Chip the  the center of the room, released  the hook that held
 his hands behind  his back and gently pushed him  to his knees. His
 hands freed, Chip immediately slid his  hands up the back of Mark's
 legs to  this firm buns and  pushed Mark's throbbing cock  into his
 mouth. Even blinded  by the hood, Chip seemed to  know where it was
 and what to do  with it! For a few minutes Chip  sucked up and down
 on the rigid  meat, now and then pushing hard  on Mark's ass cheeks
 and  deep throating  him. The  sight of  Mark getting  this sort of
 treatment really turned me on, and  I started to stroke my own hard
 cock.

 Abruptly,  Mark pulled  away from  Chip's mouth,  stepped back, and
 told Chip to work  on me for a while. I did  not resist and planted
 my cock promptly in Chip's eager  mouth. As Chip sucked up and down
 on  my now  throbbing cock,  Mark  took  some of  the baby  oil and
 started to rub it on my chest.  He kneaded my tits a few times with
 his fingers  as he rubbed the  oil on my chest,  which sent shivers
 through my body. Then he stepped behind me, smeared some of the oil
 on  my ass  and started  to finger  fuck my  ass while Chip sucked.
 After my ass began to relax, he  stood behind me and started to rub
 his hard cock between my cheeks. I  was hoping he would plant it in
 me soon.

 Instead of fucking me as I had  hoped he would, Mark then made Chip
 stand up, took the hood off  of his head and attached his handcuffs
 to  two chains  hanging about   three feet  apart from  the ceiling
 beams. Chip had a big smile  on his face and was obviously enjoying
 it. Mark  took some of the  baby oil and started  to massage Chip's
 cock and balls. This resulted in  an instant hardon on Chip's part,
 and  a small  moan of  contentment. I  started to  finger fuck Mark
 while he  did this, which Mark  did not seem to  mind, either. Mark
 responded by starting to massage my  cock with his other hand while
 he  worked on  Chip with  his right  hand. Both  of us were getting
 close to shooting our loads.

 Mark picked  up one of  the dildoes from  the table, greased  it up
 with the Elbow Grease and plunged it abruptly into Chip's ass. Chip
 gasped  quietly and  then, hanging  loosely from  the cuffs  on his
 wrists, immediately started to move his  hips back and forth on the
 dildo.  His  cock  was  rigid  and  started  to  drip with pre-cum.
 "Please,  Sir, I  need to   cum," he  pleaded. Mark  grabbed Chip's
 throbbing  cock,  squeezed  hard,  and  said,  "Not  yet,  boy." He
 released his handcuffs  from the chain and told Chip  to lie on his
 back on the concrete floor. Chip obeyed, and raised his legs in the
 air, waiting to get fucked. Mark  said to me, "OK, George, see what
 you can  do to help  Chip out." I  was just as  eager as Chip,  and
 plunged my cock into  his ass up to the hilt. As  I started to pump
 in and out  of Chip's ass, Mark stepped behind  me, rubbed a little
 of the Elbow  Grease on his dick, spread my  legs with his feet and
 shoved his big cock into my ass. The force of Mark entering me was
 so great that  it drove my own cock deep  into Chip with such force
 that he gasped with pleasure. I was in ecstasy! Although I had been
 around a bit,  I had never been in  the middle of a three  way fuck
 before, and  I now knew what  I had been missing.  I pumped away at
 Chip's  ass as  Mark plowed  mine. It  was wonderful.  Each time  I
 pulled out  of Chip a little,  Mark would plunge his  big tool into
 me;  every  time  I  pushed  my  cock  into  Chip's ass, Mark would
 withdraw a bit. I bounced madly back and forth between cock and ass
 feeling like this was the first time  I had ever had REAL sex. In a
 moment, I could take no more  of the thrilling sensations. My balls
 tightened and  I started to  shoot my load  of hot cum  into Chip's
 bowels. This  turned Chip on  so that he  started to cum,  too, and
 shot his  load all over his  chest and belly. In  the meantime Mark
 just kept pumping away at my ass  as if he were pushing the cum out
 of  me with  his dick.  Faster and  harder, Mark  pumped at my ass.
 Several times he pulled all the way  out, only to plow his cock all
 the way back  in a second later. I relaxed,  and waited for Mark to
 get his  rocks off. A minute  or two later I  could feel Mark's big
 cock begin  to throb and  spasm as he  filled me with  his cum. The
 sensation of Mark's  cock throbbing in my ass as  he filled me with
 his cum felt so  good to me that I was hard  again in a moment, and
 pumping away at  Chip's ass. It did not take  more than a minute or
 so before  I was cumming  the second time.  There was not  much cum
 left in me,  but the sensation of orgasm was  just as intense as it
 had been the first time.

 We rested in a heap on the floor for a few minutes, trying to catch
 our breath. Mark  suggested that we all wash off,  and lead the way
 back upstairs to the bathroom. We showered together - a bit crowded
 in the small stall, but sexy  as we rubbed each other's bodies with
 the  soap. Mark  had me  "clean his  ass" as  Chip and  I had  done
 earlier in the evening. He liked  it, too. Then we went into Mark's
 bedroom and lay on the bed for a while to relax. Mark turned on the
 radio to  a local rock station.  The rhythm of the  music seemed to
 revive us,  and in the  next hour or  so we had  two more three-way
 fucks. As  the guest, I was  always given the position  of honor in
 the middle. I didn't mind a bit.  By midnight, all three of us were
 pretty well done in. Chip and  I got dressed, had another beer with
 Mark, called a cab and went home.  As we left, Mark insisted that I
 keep the leather cock ring I had used "as a souvenir." I still have
 it.