It was just getting dark. The day certainly wasn’t over yet. Almost as soon as Amelia and I had finished our rather lengthy encounter, we were beset by a knocking on the door. Half asleep in her arms, I was a little surprised when she called out to the door, “Come in, why don’t you? It’s your house, Cyrus.” The door opened and a familiar tall figure entered. Giggling a little bit, I waved and said, “Hey, Cyrus.” He replied, “Hey. You got moved in fast.” “I travel light,” I reminded him, allowing my head to sink back into my new friend’s lap. “The two of you look very comfortable.” “We are,” one of us said. “We don’t want to move,” added the other. Cyrus laughed a little and said, “That’s no problem, as long as I can take a shower. Electra and I came home early because while we were dancing, we met a lad we fancied quite well, and we all need to get cleaned up before the night continues, if you catch my meaning.” “Don’t have to catch it when you throw it right at us like that,” Amelia jabbed. “I guess not,” he said, “Come on in, Rian.” Enter Rian. He had sandy, strawberry gold curls on a slight frame. Slight, but not scrawny. His musculature was limited but very well toned. It was easy to tell because he wasn’t wearing a shirt. First he kissed Cyrus, full and hard on the mouth. The kiss lasted for seconds. Long enough to get Cyrus’ wet shirt over his head and isvecbahis onto the floor. When they separated, both dropped their pants and stripped themselves of all remaining garments. I wanted to jump up and go for it, but I didn’t want to interfere with their evening, so I stayed there silently with my partner. We sat on the floor of the shower and touching each other harmlessly while we watched the two sculptures of human figures finish disrobing before us. I had seen Cyrus’ dick before, but that monster really doesn’t ever lose its splendor. I’m not exactly sure how big it is soft, maybe five or six inches, but hard, it’s a full ten. Smooth and uncut it contrasted Guy’s. Rian was quite pretty himself, and once he revealed his already hard cock I smiled and licked my lips. Rian was only about six inches, maybe a little more, maybe a little less. He was very average in length and girth. He and Cyrus both were completely unabashed regarding their audience, and we were nearly salivating at the display in front of us now. The two men were kissing again and we looked on gently caressing and biting each other, but our eyes never left the performance. Cyrus’ hand slipped down from the side of Rian’s pectoralis minor and and made for his hard shaft. As his hand wrapped around it, and I watched them, their difference in stature reminded me of Odysseus and the Cyclops. Cyrus isveçbahis giriş fearsomely loomed over the young, hard man beneath him, who stood his ground well. Vigorously, they kissed, showing us tongue and tooth and claw. Hand in hand, we looked on as though they were the entertainment at an underground club. The dim, warm light of the lamps helped that imagery along. They wrestled before us, enjoying every second of attention, but wanting only each other. From outside, a low roll of thunder approached from the far horizon. I watched the two men wrestling in each other’s grasp intently. Suddenly, Rian dropped to his knees and looked over to us before he struck forward with his mouth as a cobra might to take Cyrus’ massive cock into his not so huge mouth. At first, all he was able to take was the head, which alone filled up his mouth. As he warmed up and relaxed, however, he was able to start sucking. Rian’s delicate curls bounced in the waves of water breaking across him from two directions. Slowly, he was able to take more and more of the long, wide shaft, eventually building a rhythm. Cyrus moaned loudly in his resonant, masculine voice. A flash of lightning through the windows, and seconds later another clap of thunder. “Enjoying the show?” he asked me. “Absolutely. Enjoying yourselves?” “Absolutely,” Cyrus said. Rian’s voice was muffled by a large isveçbahis yeni giriş penis, but I gathered that he meant he was indeed. “Where’s Electra?” “She took the other car. Wanted to stop for some supplies, in case the storm gets bad,” Cyrus said. “And you guys are starting without her?” “Just getting cleaned up.” “Funny how that looks suspiciously like getting your cock sucked by an attractive young man.” “Funny, I know, oh fuck, Rian!” Cyrus interrupted himself. Rian had started fucking his throat against Cyrus’ huge rod. He slid his head forward and back over the gorgeous tool, and even stuck his tongue out. That boy is excellent at sucking cock. He didn’t even need hands anymore, so he moved one behind Cyrus balls and applied gentle pressure, while the other, he used on himself. As his nimble fingers pressed into Cyrus, his others wrapped firmly around his own shaft and started stroking. Really, I think it might better have been described as tugging or pulling. It was like he was trying to milk himself all over his companion’s feet. I could see his tongue running circles around Cyrus’ big cock, and enjoyed watching the deliberation with which he had to breath through his nose as he worked. It was all I could do to resist jumping in, and taking that dick out from his hands, but I knew better than to interrupt men at work. Instead I watched and allowed them to do as they pleased, enjoying the visual and auditory stimulation. Cyrus was moaning again, louder this time, and longer. He reached out and held Rian’s head down, fucking his face while the younger man fingered him.