Steve gripped both cocks, squeezed, then let go. “I—I owe both of you—Danny, for—you know—chasing you away, and Kaliaz, for…” Steve turned to the mirror, patted his hair—now blond to the roots—touched his chest, squeezed his cock. “So. Now I gotta do something for you dudes.”
Danny carefully licked his lips. “Like what?”
“Like—we oughta see how we—how we—you know—fit together. Practice for tomorrow.”
“Want to fuck?” asked Kaliaz.
Steve nodded.
Danny licked his lips again. “Who goes first?”
“I want to get spitted on both your cocks at once, even if it fucking kills me.”
“Well, okay,” said Kaliaz.
Danny grabbed the SAE 20W-40 from the pile of clothes; Steve scowled, picked up a bottle from a table, and said, “This stuff’s better. Here.” And in a moment, Steve lubed both Kaliaz’s and Danny’s prongs. A moment more, and Kaliaz had stretched himself out on the rug, on his back.
As Danny watched, his own now-slippery shaft in hand, Steve knelt astride Kaliaz’s hips, facing the djinn’s feet, slowly impaled himself on Kaliaz’s shaft, and then lay back into Kaliaz’s arms. Steve squirmed, relaxed, and said, “Okay so far. Danny?”
Danny climbed aboard, eased his quivering prong under Steve’s massive balls and into the squirming bodybuilder. Half-way in, Danny asked, “Well?”
“Wow. You all the way in yet?”
“Nope. Here goes.”
“There’s—there’s a lot of you—aaah!”
Danny said, “Now I’m all the way in.” He felt Steve clamp down hard and then relax, felt Kaliaz’s shaft slide against Danny’s own as the djinn pulled back half-way, then went all the way in again while Danny pulled his own shaft back.
“You still okay?” asked Kaliaz.
“Sure am.” Steve squirmed, wrapped his arms around Danny’s chest, and pulled Danny close. “This—this feels almost good enough to make me turn queer.”
“Yeah? You’re so tight—and Kaliaz’s cock rubbing against mine—inside you—like you said—wow!”
“Don’t hold back, dudes, fuck me hard.”
“Yeah?” Danny speeded his stroke, feeling Kaliaz match him, thrust for thrust. “Maybe—instead of you fucking us—one at a time—you and I—do Kaliaz together—and then—I get fucked by you two.”
“Sounds good to me,” said the djinn.
“Likewise,” panted Steve. “We got all afternoon—to find out—whether getting double-fucked beats fucking a dude whose already spitted on somebody else’s spike.”
“Yeah!” Danny took a deep breath, felt another load coming to a boil down in the roots of his shaft. “And if that doesn’t make you turn queer, Steve, nothing will.”
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