Third Party | THE AMERICANS Vol. 2

It was one of those days that was so beautiful outside, you couldn’t help but feel lucky to be alive. I had to get out there and enjoy it. Spring was in full bloom. The sun was shining, and the temperature was perfect for a run. A warm breeze came through the window as I tied up my running shoes, grabbed my favorite jockstrap and running shorts and headed for the door.

The warmth of the sun felt amazing. I took a deep breath and let the fresh air fill my lungs. I watched a small white cloud travel overhead as I stretched for a few minutes and then I took off.

During my run, I thought about how different life is since running away. Even though Andrew hasn’t said much about it, I can tell he is happier. I know I am. Being able to make my own decisions, being my own adult. I feel like my future is limitless, which is exciting.

I returned to the apartment and instantly removed my shoes and shorts and walked into the kitchen in only my sweaty jock. While I was pouring a glass of water, I noticed I had received a text. I unlocked my screen and read the message. “You are going to receive a message in a few minutes from a blocked number. It is from Bastian. He has a job for you.” Before I could even reply, a text from a blocked number came through. “Hello, Noah. Bastian here. I was told you need to join me this afternoon. I will be there in thirty. We will travel together.”

I jumped in the shower and quickly dressed. I wasn’t sure where we were going or what (or who) we might be doing but decided to dress up a bit, to be safe. I had just started tucking in my shirt when my phone buzzed. I took one last glimpse in the mirror to make sure I was buttoned, zipped and presentable and headed downstairs again.

Standing outside the main door of my apartment building was a seriously handsome man. He smiled and waved so I knew it had to be Bastian. As I approached him, all I could think of was Superman. His fitted white shirt showcased his shoulders, his black joggers looked molded over his huge muscle ass, and he had a single sculpted curl hanging from his dark wavey hair. He didn’t say much as we traveled but what little words we did speak, his heavy Spanish accent made my hole squirm. I didn’t ask many questions, but I could piece together that Bastian wasn’t aware of where we were going.

Forty-five minutes later, the car came to a stop and the driver said we had arrived. Walking toward the front door, Bastian turned and said, “I was here a few days ago. If it is the same man, a politician, we will have a great time. He has a huge cock and he definitely knows how to throw a fuck.” The door opened and we were escorted into a bright yellow room. Sitting on the bed in front of me was Senator Jay Stryker.

Seconds later, I was locking lips and undressing the senator. When he turned to kiss Bastian, I reached down to remove his pants, and he was already rock hard. Bastian did not lie; the senator’s cock was so large it wrapped around his hip. I lowered the zipper, and it fell out with a “THUD!” hitting me on the forehead. I took as much of his sweaty manhood into my mouth and wondered if I would have a dick-shaped bruise on my face later.

He bent us over. As he explored the inner depths of one hole with his tongue, he worked his fingers in the other. Every time he went back and forth between us, his prick jumped, excited to enter us, use us as his personal fuck sleeve.

I was the first to take him. He pushed in once and pulled completely out. Bastian took him in his hand and guided the massive cock back inside. He then parted my ass cheeks allowing the senator to dive deeper in my fuckchute. We switched positions and as Bastian was getting the long dicking of his life, he sucked my cock to distract himself from the fact that his hole will most likely never fully close again.

He worked our asses and mouths for hours. I was gagging on his length when he announced he was close. The senator took hold of Bastian’s meaty ass and pounded him until he started to spasm and pump his nut deep into the greedy hole that happily swallowed it. He kept pumping his cock in and out, working his cum into a thick froth, icing Bastian’s shaved tan pucker with his cream.

My face was a few inches from his cock as he pulled his deflating member out of Bastian’s well-bred hole. I took him in my hand and directed it into my mouth, cleaning him off. I licked him from tip to base, sucking the last drop off cum as it appeared from his piss slit and tasting the salty sweetness of Bastian’s juicy hole. I closed my eyes and allowed the mixture of flavors to mingle across my tongue. Today truly was one of those days you couldn’t help but feel lucky to be alive and I had enjoyed it thoroughly. When I swallowed their DNA combination, I felt my cock start to stir again.

When I opened my eyes, the senator was gone. I look over and see Bastian bent over picking up his clothes. His hole was still gapped and dripping. I reached down and touched my own, still tender from the workout it had just experienced.

As I rolled out of bed and began to put my clothes back on, my mind was thinking about the senator. I hope he arranges another meeting again, and soon, because I want his load this time!