The Last Resort 6
by AKA
I opened my eyes.
I was on the porch that surrounded my residence. The ocean had grown calm and the sounds of its crashing waves had diminished to a soft whisper. The sky was pink - sunset was near. How has I slept the day away? How had I missed everything?
Tuo, clad in his cotton and linen, stood beside my lounge. I could see the swell of his cock pressing against the tightness of his pants. I could taste his cock in my mouth, taste his cum on my tongue, feel every inch of his mammoth tool pushing my jaws apart and shoving against the back of my throat. “What time…?”
He smiled pleasantly. “It is nearly seven o’clock in the evening, sir. It appears you may have been more fatigued than you realized.”
“I was asleep?” I felt groggy and disoriented.
“Indeed, sir.”
I looked down at myself. I was still wearing the same clothes I had arrived in - the same clothes I was wearing when I left my apartment yesterday...or was that this morning? What day was it?
“Perhaps sir would enjoy a shower prior to dinner?”
I realized that I had been wearing these clothes for more than a day, and perhaps I was beginning to smell a bit ripe. “Are there…?”
“Sir will find suitable attire provided by The Resort in the bedroom closets.”
“Is dinner…should I wear…?”
“Sir is free to wear whatever sir wishes, of course. There are no rules at The Resort.”
“I kind of like dressing up,” I admitted.
“A tuxedo may be found in the left closet. I shall lay out the appropriate accoutrement for your evening, if I may?”
“Yes. Yes! Of course, you may. Thank you, Tuo.”
“My pleasure sir.” My sea-eyed companion offered his hand to me and helped me to my feet. I felt a bit wobbly, for some reason, and although I had apparently slept for a number of hours, I wasn’t feeling quite refreshed. A shower seemed like an excellent idea.
Tuo followed me inside. The interior of the residence was softly glowing from indirect lighting sources and a few candles. It smelled absolutely wonderful - not overpowering and not unnatural, as if the place was a living creature and had its own scent. It mingled with the ocean’s salty smell and, I think, I could also sense something of Tuo’s cologne, or whatever it was that made the remarkable man smell the way he did.
“May I undress you?” he asked, as we entered the main bedroom.
“I don’t think that’s necessary,” I said, feeling it a bit weird and old fashioned.
But his face dropped a bit and he looked disappointed. “Very good, sir,” he said.
Perhaps my tone was a bit too severe. “Unless….”
“Yes, sir?”
“I’m not...used to that kind of attention, Tuo. I didn’t mean any offense by it.”
“I understand, sir.”
“Do you...want to undress me?”
“It would be my pleasure to be of service to you in any way I am able to, sir.” He stood there in his usual demeanor, half at attention like some army private awaiting his command, and half sexy as all fuck porn dream with a cock that could choke a horse - or me - and a body made out of steel and stone. The clothing looked tighter than ever, absurdly tailored to the man’s body, like it had been sewn directly onto him. How did clothing do that?
“I guess...sure, you can undress me.”
His smile returned and he looked almost giddy that I would allow this. “Very good, sir,” he nearly cooed.
I had never been undressed by someone else, at least not literally. I’m sure that one or two of my paramours had undressed me with their eyes, but this was a process which was nearly always perfunctory, and I had never considered it particularly sexy or sensual.
The moment my manservant touched me, however, I had a sudden epiphany about my preconceptions.
I knew he would do whatever I asked of him. But as he stood inches before me and began to unbutton my shirt, I must confess that a thrill of sexual excitement ran through me and zeroed in on my crotch. I watched his face, at the attention he paid to each button as he pulled it from its hole. I felt his hands, gentle and powerful, slipping the shirt off my shoulders. I watched him lay my shirt aside as if it were made of pure gold, and then he circled behind me and pulled my t-shirt from the waist of my jeans.
His hands felt so strong, yet they were doing so little. He wasn’t wrestling me or manhandling me in any fashion, but I felt totally in his control.
He lifted the t-shirt from my body and I stood there in the warm, glowing room naked from the waist up. Was he looking at my back? Was he admiring my body? I could not see him, but I felt a palpable heat traveling across my skin, which I imagined originated from his ocean gaze moving over me.
He came before me again and sank to his knees, undoing my belt buckle and pulling it from its loops. Then he was undoing each button of my button-fly jeans, using the same care and slow attentiveness that he had paid to my shirt.
I was rock hard. There was no way to avoid that. The situation, the man, the sensations - everything about this was turning me on in a major, unexpected fashion. My cock was throbbing and stiff and stretched sideways inside my shorts. I was probably leaking precum on the material.
“May I, sir?”
He was looking up at me. I was naked except for this tiny pair of cotton undershorts. I was at his disposal. He could do anything to me. “Yes,” I answered.
He did not pull my shorts from my body. Instead, he leaned his mouth against the hot shank of my cock and kissed me very, very softly. Then he did it again, drawing his mouth up my shaft toward the drooling head. A third and fourth kiss followed.
He kissed the helmet of my hard-on. He surrounded it with his warm mouth and I could feel his breath against me. I did not think I could get any harder, but I was defying my own expectations. I pulsed and swelled, and somehow I grew harder and bigger.
He lifted his hands and peeled my underwear down. He revealed the throbbing red meat of my cock but held me inside the cotton cage. Then he licked the entire length of my prick and again surrounded the head inside his warm mouth and exhaled a warm breath against me.
I nearly lost it, but at that moment his hand grasped me and he squeezed hard.
Very hard.
Fuck. Oh, fuck.
“May I, sir?” he asked again.
“Y..yes,” I managed to reply.
He pulled me from my shorts and swallowed me whole. It happened so fast and with such determination and perfect timing that I came. I came instantly. I shot a fat rope into his mouth, feeling it escape me and shoot down the hard inches of my cock and he sucked and swallowed in evident enjoyment, lapping up my copious flood and wanting still more.
It was clear to me that this was Tuo’s true calling. On each occasion of his expert oral manipulations of me, his technique grew more finessed and his abilities grew increasingly intense and numerous. I felt as if three or four mouths were pleasuring me simultaneously. Three or four of my ocean-eyed Adonis manservants were sucking and licking and kissing and stroking my huge erection, three feet long and thick as a fucking truck tire.
He stroked me. He sucked me. I came again. Fuck, I came so hard! My body was heating up. I was in his hands, literally, I was under his command and naked before him. The sound of the ocean - the calm ocean had grown violent again. Water crashing against the cliffs.
I came again.
The room was hot. His mouth on my prick. His hand grasping me hard. Fuck.
I came again. I shoved myself into his mouth. He squeezed me hard, milking me, making me cum.
I was breathing hard, pulling hot, moist air inside my overheated body.
The water was crashing against me.
Water everywhere.
The hot water coursing over my naked body.
I was grabbing my dick hard, shoving cum against the tile, coming hard in the shower.
I was in the shower.
Naked in the shower.
Stroking my hard dick and shoving my load out of my balls against the walls of the shower.
“Aah, fuck.”
A gentle knock at the door. “Sir?”
“Tuo?”
“Are you quite all right, sir? I thought I heard you cry out.”
I probably fucking screamed from total sexual ecstasy. “Yeah, I’m…I’m quite all right. I’ll...be out in a minute.”
“Very good, sir,” he said, making his powerful voice loud to be heard over the sound of the shower. “Your clothing for the evening is laid out, sir. I’ll be available when you’re ready.”
“Thanks,” I said.
My cock was in my hand. My load was dripping down the tiles. My knees felt weak and my heart was racing.
By now, I should’ve expected something like this, shouldn’t I? But it all seemed so real.
And it was real, wasn’t it? Hadn’t I just cum a thick load?
Whose hand was grabbing me?
Whose mouth was sucking me?
I was dripping onto the floor and I wiped the condensation from the bathroom mirror to look at myself.
And there I was, looking back. The same me as always. No one else inside the room with me, and the door was closed.
There were unguents and ointments and lotions and hair preparations and brushes and combs and literally anything I could think to want in there. I found nothing like drugs, though, and I did search for them. Perhaps they were slipping something in all the alcohol I had been drinking? Perhaps it was the alcohol itself, and the time difference, and the jet-lag.
But I had never experienced anything even close to these repeating sexual dreams before. They were so real. So very, very real.
Another tap at the door, and Tuo asked, “May I bring you a cool glass of water after your hot shower, sir?”
“Um,” I thought, looking at my scowl in the mirror, and then I said, “Yes, please,” because why not? Did I really give a shit if they were dosing me with something if the only discernible side effect was a series of blow jobs and hallucinations involving beautiful, muscular men who only wanted to do whatever I said, whenever I said it?
I grabbed a towel from the rack - naturally, it was already warm - and dragged its soft cotton loops all over to dry myself. My cock still felt a bit sensitive and I probably spent more time than necessary rubbing it, and it grew a bit plump and anxious even though I had just busted at least three nuts’ worth of cream all over the shower wall.
This nearly constant state of tumescence was remarkable, but I wondered if it was another signal that something was...off. My body never had any trouble heating up, but now it seemed to be entirely unable - or unwilling - to cool down.
I was drying my hair as I exited the bathroom, emerging in a cloud of steamy air that was whisked away by the warm winds still sailing in through my residence’s open windows. That familiar and oddly soothing scent was also carried inside, and I was no more than a few stride out of the bathroom when Tuo appeared carrying a sweating glass of iced water.
If he was surprised by my nudity, he didn’t show it. I supposed he was used to seeing his charges in various stages of undress, not to mention that in my head we’d already shared so much mutual naked time that we might as well have been married.
Seeing him, though, made my cock throb. His clothing was, if anything, even tighter on his well-muscled frame. I could quite easily perceive even the most minute details of his body and, in particular, his cock. I felt well-acquainted with it, but seeing it again, masked behind his trousers, snaking along his hip, thick and juicy and evidently as anxious as my own, made me swallow dryly and feel myself heat up with desire.
“Did you enjoy your shower, sir?”
I took a long sip and felt the water cooling my insides. I sighed as I gazed on the man’s beauty, majesty and evident strength. I nodded and continued pouring the water down my throat, and he stood before me, awaiting my next commandment. “Tuo,” I said at last.
“Sir?”
“Tell me about your last client.”
“I apologize, sir, but we value our client’s privacy above all else. I’m sure you understand.”
“So, that’s one thing you refuse to do for me.”
“Sir, please forgive me. I understand your curiosity.”
“You did say you would do whatever I asked of you.”
“Indeed, sir.”
“Yet you won’t tell me anything about….”
“I’m afraid not sir. I’m sure there are...other tasks I could perform for you that you would draw greater benefit from than tales concerning gentlemen you don’t know.”
“They were all gentlemen?”
“Excuse me, sir. I meant to say ‘people.’” He smiled gently. “Is there anything else I could do for you, sir?”
I took another long sip. “Not at the moment, I suppose,” I said.
“You’re entirely certain, sir?” He took a step closer, and his gaze fell directly to my burgeoning hard-on.
“Are you trying to distract me, Tuo?” I asked. I could feel the heat of his azure gaze like a palpable thing. I felt bathed in it, and my cock throbbed with need of his talented mouth and hands.
“Of course not, sir,” he answered. He came closer still, standing now only inches from me. “I only wish to please you.”
My mouth felt suddenly dry, even though I had downed the entire glass of water, and my body was growing hotter by the minute. Tuo reached towards me and took the towel from my shoulder, leaving me entirely exposed to him, and naked as the day I was born. I looked at him and thought to myself that I wanted him badly, and Pulchro, too. Two beautiful men, naked and perfect and ready to fuck.
“Sir?”
Another voice appeared to my right, and I looked toward my bed to see Pulchro lying naked there. I was assailed again by the sheer, overwhelming beauty of the man. I could’ve sworn he had not been there only a moment before.
He was lounging on his side, leaning on one elbow, looking up at me. His other hand was slowly, luxuriously stroking the impressive uncut shank of dark meat erupting from between his legs. I could see him growing quickly as he pleasured himself. The shaft was swelling like bread in a very hot oven. The head pushed forward like a lipstick emerging from a fleshy tube. His olive-hued skin was positively glowing in the candlelight.
My heart was beating faster looking at the man in my bed. Then there was a hand on my shoulder and I turned back.
Tuo was naked. Gloriously, perfectly, awesomely naked. His mammoth and muscular body bulged with power. His cock was arching upwards, pulsing a steady beat as it thickened and lengthened and pointed itself towards its target of desire.
He kissed me. I kissed him. His powerful arms surrounded me.
Pulchro’s body was behind me, pressing me between their two naked frames. I could feel his cock pushing into the crack of my ass. I could feel his heat on me, his skin against mine, and his lips kissed my neck and my shoulders.
We were on the bed. Tuo was kissing me. Pulchro sucked my dick. I bulged inside his mouth. He moaned with delight.
I was fucking Pulchro, looking at his gorgeous face, leaning over his perfect body, kissing his mouth. Tuo was licking my asshole. Tuo was fucking me. I watched his ass as he fucked me. I was fucking Pulchro.
“Dream.”
Tuo’s mouth was eager, hungry, ravenous to devour me. He sank down fully on my cock and I rubbed against the back of his throat. I shoved deeply inside Pulchro’s ass, slapping my heavy balls against his perfect butt. He groaned and grabbed my hair and pulled hard. I came inside Tuo’s mouth, releasing a fat stream that nearly choked him.
I gasped as Tuo’s broad, long prick nudged my prostate over and over, pushing cum out of my balls. I came a gallon of cream that splattered across Pulchro’s beautiful smooth chest and clung to his dark nipples. I leaned down and licked them clean. He smiled and I came again, overcome by his beauty, sending a fresh flood inside his ass. He shot his load into my mouth and I swallowed every creamy drop, feeling the warmth travel down my throat.
Tuo grabbed my dick hard and squeezed. I shoved my tongue inside his hole and tasted his funky essence, then I came inside him and felt him tighten against me. Pulchro fucked Tuo as I watched them, stroking my own cock until I exploded with a sexual delirium, shooting cream into my own mouth.
Tuo fucked Pulchro fucking me fucking Tuo.
We all came together.
Alone in bed, I woke up.