Chapter 4: Complications
Meanwhile, Niko pressed his lips against Paul, and in his own lust, Paul pressed back, his hands taking Niko's head and pulling it close. Even as Wren worked his cock, Paul wanted more and more of Niko's lips, his hands, and yes, his cock. Niko slid his arms around Paul, pulling his body away from the rough bark of the tree. He wanted to devour Paul's lips and mouth, but he needed to free his cock, before it broke! He reached down, trying to work the zipper on his pants.
Wren, now having fully deepthroated Paul's veiny nine inches, began to choke. He let Paul's slippery, slimy, delicious snake slide out of his hungry throat and mouth, and began to slid his left hand up and down it's length. As he caught his breath, he noticed Niko struggling with his zipper. It war right at Wren's eye level and just for a moment, he dropped Paul's cock, pushed Niko's hand out of the way, and quickly got his zipper down. Niko was already working on the button at his waist and in seconds, his own fat, uncut eight inches of very veiny cockflesh was surrounded with Wren's left hand.
"Fuck!" Wren exclaimed. "What the fuck!" and he guided Niko's member into his now salivating mouth. Niko responded, thrusting his cock deep into Wren's throat. Niko jerked at the sensatoin, then began to smile. He broke off his kiss with Paul. "Fuck yes, suck my cock!" He began to slowly thrust into Wren's eager mouth, as Wren now struggled to get his own aching cock out.
But kneeling as he was, he couldn't manage it. Reluctantly, he let both cocks go and stood up. Zipper down, button undone, his own pants fell to his knees. His underwear had a huge wet spot from his precum, and he hooked his thumbs over the waistband and yanked down.
His cock, already hard and heavy, bobbed free.
Wren couldn't help but lick his lips, his eyes wide as he took in the sight of the two men standing before him, their cocks hard and ready. He reached out, his hand wrapping around the base of Paul's cock, his other hand reaching for Niko's.
"Fuck, you're both so big," he murmured, his voice filled with awe and desire.
Niko smirked, his chest heaving with heavy breaths. "Why don't you show us what you can do with them?" he suggested, his voice a low growl.
He reached out, taking Wren's hand and guiding it to wrap around both himself and Paul. The three of them groaned in unison at the contact, the heat and the hardness of their cocks pressing against each other.
Wren's hand felt enormous, enveloping both of their cocks, a sense of power and control surging through him. He started to stroke them in unison, his thumb circling the heads, spreading the precum that gathered there. Paul and Nikos both let out low moans, their hips moving in sync with Wren's hand, their breaths coming in ragged gasps.
The sensation of Wren's hand wrapping around both of them was almost too much to bear, the heat and the hardness of their cocks pressing against each other, the slight friction sending electric shocks of pleasure through their bodies.
Nikos's grip on Wren's shoulders tightened, his fingers digging into the soft flesh as he guided Wren's head and body, showing him the rhythm he wanted. Paul, meanwhile, reached out with his free hand, gently touching the side of Wren's face, his thumb brushing against Wren's cheek.
Wren's eyes fluttered closed for a moment, a soft moan escaping his lips as he leaned into the touch. Just then, there was a rustle and the quiet sound of footsteps approaching. The three of them froze, their bodies tensing as they listened to the sound of someone approaching their hidden cove. Nikos's grip on Wren's shoulders tightened, warning him to be still. Paul's eyes widened, his body tensing as he looked towards the source of the sound. Wren's hand paused in its stroking, his eyes darting to Paul, then to Nikos, a question in them. The footsteps grew louder, the rustle of leaves and brush growing closer and closer.
The three young men held their breath as one, their bodies frozen in place. Then, as abruptly as it had begun, the sound stopped. The silence that followed was deafening, the air thick with tension.
They waited, hearts pounding in their chests like a wild drumbeat. The rustling of leaves and the soft crunch of twigs underfoot had ceased as abruptly as it had started, leaving only the sound of their own ragged breaths and the distant hum of night insects. Paul's grip on Wren's face tightened slightly, his eyes darting towards the direction from which the footsteps had come. Nikos's hand stilled on Wren's shoulder, his body tensing like a predator ready to pounce. Wren's eyes were wide with fear and excitement, his hand frozen in mid-stroke around their cocks.
The seconds ticked by like hours, the silence stretching out between them. Wren stood up, still holding both cocks, now beginning to soften. Paul swallowed hard, his gaze flicking between Nikos and Wren, a silent question in his eyes. Nikos met his gaze, a subtle nod of reassurance passing between them.
They stood tall, their bodies shielding Paul from any potential threat. They were ready to face whatever, or whoever, had dared to disturb their sanctuary.
Wren nodded, his eyes never leaving the shadows where the noise had originated.
Suddenly, a figure emerged from the darkness, stepping into the moonlight that filtered through the canopy above. The man was older than them, his body thick and sturdy, his hands large and calloused. A bushy beard covered his face, framing a pair of sharp, blue eyes.
"Paul?" Nikos whispered, his voice barely audible. Paul's eyes widened in recognition, a soft gasp escaping his lips. "It's the innkeeper," he murmured. The innkeeper, his eyes widened in surprise, his gaze flicking between the three of them, taking in their their open shirts, open pants, and the hands that lingered on each other's cocks.
"Well, well, well! What have we here?" he demanded, his voice gruff but not unkind.
Wren, his eyes wide, released his grip on the other boy's cocks. Paul and Nikos, their hearts pounding, tried to turn their bodies, hide their manflesh.
The innkeeper, his eyes never leaving them, raised an eyebrow. "I've seen plenty of things in my time, boys. But even I must say,... " he paused and chuckled. "I haven't see such a delicious set of cocks in a very long time." As he spoke he stepped closer, one hand out as if reaching to examine what he'd discovered.
Nikos, ever the confident one, held the innkeeper's gaze. "We were just..."
"I...see... what you were doing!" the innkeeper chuckled again. "And I see what you were doing it WITH! That is some prime man meat."
As he approached, Wren stepped aside, creating an inviting display of three young bodies with three very nice cocks, still half hard, sparkling with saliva and precum in the moonlight.
The innkeeper reached out, his large, calloused hand wrapping around Nikos's thick shaft, giving it a firm squeeze. Nikos gasped, his body tensing at the unexpected touch.
The innkeeper chuckled, his eyes gleaming with mischief. "Good Lord, boy, you're a handful. And not just here," he added, giving Nikos's cock another squeeze. Nikos swallowed hard, his body reacting to the touch despite the unexpected nature of it. He looked at Paul, then at Wren, his eyes wide with surprise.
The innkeeper then turned his attention to Paul, his hand leaving Nikos's cock to wrap around Paul's long, slim shaft. Paul, who until then had been trying to hide his body, now stood tall, pushed his hips forward slightly, inviting the touch. The inkeeper 's large, rough hand wrapped around his long shaft, starting from the base and slowly sliding up until his fingers curled around the head, spreading the precum that had gathered there. Paul gasped, his body tensing at the unexpected touch, his cock twitching in the innkeeper's hand.
Nikos, still holding his gaze, watched as the innkeeper handled Paul, his own cock growing harder and harder at the sight. The innkeeper then turned his attention to Wren, his hand leaving Paul's cock to wrap around Wren's shorter, but equally thick shaft. Wren, who had been standing quietly, his eyes wide with surprise and a hint of fear, let out a soft moan at the touch, his body swaying slightly towards the innkeeper.
The innkeeper chuckled, a deep, throaty sound that sent shivers down their spines.
"I see you three are quite the trio," he said, his eyes gleaming with a mix of amusement and lust. "Now let me show you what a real man's cock looks like!"
The three hadn't noticed until now the huge bulge in the innkeepers short leather pants, held up with suspenders. Now, he slipped the suspenders off his shoulders and shimmied his shorts down, letting them fall on the ground and stepping out of them. His shirt tails were so long they could see nothing of what he was packing but his shirttails stood out a good distance.
"Are you ready?" he smirked. He waited until each of the three nodded, and then he unbuttoned his shirt.
But their relief was short-lived, as the innkeeper swiftly began to undo his own shirt. The fabric fell open, revealing a barrel chest dusted with gray hair, and a stomach that was soft but still firm. But it was his cock that drew their attention. It was only six inches long, but it was as thick as his wrist, and dripping with precum. The three of them stared, their eyes wide with a mix of shock and awe.
"Holy shit," Nikos breathed, his voice filled with a mix of disbelief and desire. Paul and Wren both nodded in agreement, their cocks hardening and their bodies tensing as they took in the sight of the innkeeper's massive cock.
"Like what you see, boys?" he asked, a smirk on his face. he laughed, a deep, throaty sound that seemed to come from the very depths of him. "Don't be shy now, boys. Come on, taste it," he urged, his voice filled with a mixture of amusement and lust.
Nikos, always the confident one, stepped forward first, his eyes locked onto the innkeeper's massive cock. He reached out, his hand wrapping around the thick shaft, his grip barely meeting around the circumference. He stroked it once, twice, his grip firm and sure.
"Fuck, it's like holding a fucking tree trunk," he muttered, his voice filled with both awe and disbelief.
He looked up at the innkeeper, his eyes wide. "I've never seen anything like this," he whispered, his voice barely above a breath. Paul and Wren both nodded in agreement, their eyes still fixed on the innkeeper's massive cock. Wren, despite his initial shock, stepped forward, his curiosity piqued. He reached out a tentative hand, his fingers barely wrapping around the thick shaft. "Go on! Taste it!
"Wait! Let me feel it!" Paul said, stepping in.
The innkeeper's made an approving noise, a low growl, filled with desire and anticipation. Paul, his blue eyes gleaming with curiosity, reached out his hand, his fingers wrapping around the base of the thick shaft. The innkeeper's massive cock throbbed in Paul's grip, the skin hot and smooth, the veins bulging with blood. Paul's touch was tentative at first, his fingers slowly sliding up the shaft, the skin tight and slippery with precum. He looked up at the innkeeper, his eyes wide with a mix of awe and desire. "It's... incredible," he murmured, his voice barely above a whisper. his hand slid over the tip, collecting more precum and coating that incredibly thick shaft as it slid back to the base. The innkeeper chuckled, a deep, throaty sound that seemed to rumble up from his chest. "Just wait until you taste it," he said, his voice filled with anticipation.
Paul bent down, still grasping the monster, and flicked his tongue in and out, tasting the innkeepers precum as a bead of it formed on the head. "Fuck!"
"Go on, give it a lick." Paul, his curiosity piqued, leaned in, his tongue darting out to lick the tip of the innkeeper's cock, gathering the bead of precum that had formed there. The innkeeper let out a low groan, his hips thrusting forward slightly at the contact.
Nikos and Wren both watched, their eyes wide with a mix of surprise and desire. They had never seen Paul like this before, so eager and uninhibited. The innkeeper's cock throbbed in Paul's grip, the skin hot and smooth, the taste of the precum salty and bitter. Paul's tongue swirled around the head, his grip tightening on the shaft as he explored the thick vein that ran along the underside. The innkeeper let out a low moan, his head thrown back, his eyes closed.
Paul, emboldened by the sound, took the head of the massive cock into his mouth, his lips stretching wide to accommodate the girth. He felt a surge of pride at the sound of the innkeeper's pleasure, his own cock throbbing at the taste and feel of the man's flesh in his mouth.
Nikos and Wren watched, their eyes wide with surprise and admiration. They had never seen Paul like this before, so confident and eager.
The innkeeper, his eyes closed, his head thrown back, groaned loudly, his hips bucking forward as Paul's mouth enveloped the head of his cock. The sound echoed through the night, a primal, guttural noise that sent shivers down their spines. The innkeeper's massive hands, which had been resting on Paul's shoulders, moved up to his head, gently but firmly holding it in place. Nikos and Wren exchanged a glance, their eyes wide with surprise and a hint of jealousy.
Paul, spurred on by the innkeeper's groans, took more of the thick cock into his mouth, his lips sliding down the shaft. He gagged slightly, his eyes watering at the size and the taste, but he didn't stop.
He looked up at the innkeeper, their eyes meeting, a silent challenge in Paul's gaze. The innkeeper's blue eyes were dark with lust, a fierce hunger burning in them. He growled, a low, animalistic sound, his hips thrusting forward, feeding more of his massive cock into Paul's mouth. Paul's jaw ached, his lips stretched wide, but he didn't stop. He wanted this, wanted to please and be pleased. He wanted to taste and feel and experience everything this man had to offer. Nikos and Wren watched, their eyes wide, their cocks hard and aching. They could see the struggle in Paul's eyes, the watering and the determination, and they were both turned on by it. Nikos reached out, his hand looking to wrap around Wren's cock, but Wren pushes it away.
"I want to try!" he cried out, and dropped to his knees. Paul pulled back gasping for air, his mouth and chin dripping with precum.
Wren, his eyes filled with a mix of eagerness and apprehension, stepped forward. "Let me try," he said, his voice barely above a whisper. His hands, which had been fidgeting at his sides, now reached out tentatively, wrapping around the innkeeper's thick shaft. The innkeeper chuckled, his gaze shifting from Paul to Wren. "Well, well, what do we have here?" he asked, a smirk playing at the corners of his mouth. "A brave little thing, aren't you?" he murmured, his gaze raking over Wren's small, slender frame. Wren, flushed with a mix of embarrassment and excitement, nodded, his grip tightening on the innkeeper's cock.
The innkeeper's eyes gleamed with mischief, a low laugh rumbling up from his chest.
"Don't be shy now, boy. You wanted to try, didn't you?" Wren nodded, his heart pounding like a drum in his chest. He reached out, his hand trembling as he wrapped it around the innkeeper's thick shaft, the skin hot and smooth beneath his palm. The innkeeper chuckled, his hand covering Wren's, guiding it up and down the massive length. Wren's grip was tentative at first, his hand trembling as he began to work the massive shaft.
The innkeeper, his laughter subsiding, moved his free hand to Wren's head, his fingers tangling in the boy's curly hair.
"That's it, boy," he murmured, his voice filled with encouragement. "You're doing just fine. Now, lean in and take it into your mouth.
Wren slowly, tentatively extended his tongue, licking at the tip of the innkeeper's massive cock. The innkeeper let out a deep, rumbling groan and pushed his hips forward slightly, encouraging Wren to take more. The salty taste of the innkeeper's precum filled his mouth and Wren's eyes watered but he didn't pull away. He took a deep breath, steeled himself, and took more of the thick shaft into his mouth, his lips stretching wide to accommodate the girth.
The innkeeper let out a deep, rumbling moan, his hands tangling in Wren's hair, guiding him further down. Wren's eyes watered, his breath coming in short gasps through his nose. He could feel the massive cock hitting the back of his throat, and he gagged slightly, his body tensing at the sensation. But he didn't stop. He wanted to prove he could handle this, even if it was difficult. He looked up at the innkeeper, his eyes meeting his, and he saw the man's face full of the same eager please as his own, and something else. His were dark with lust, but also pride.
After a few full in-and-out thrusts, the innkeeper pulled Wren off, the boy's lips leaving a tacky trail of precum on the glistening shaft. "Not bad, kid," he said, his voice hoarse. "Nikos, you wanted to taste?" the innkeeper asked, his eyes shifting to Nikos, who had been watching intently, his own cock throbbing with desire.
Nikos stepped closer, his heart pounding in his chest. He was no stranger to cock, but the innkeeper's was something else entirely. He knelt down, taking Wren's place.
"Fuck, that's big," he murmured, his voice filled with a mix of awe and anticipation. He wrapped one hand around the base of the innkeeper's cock, the other cupping his heavy balls. The innkeeper chuckled, a deep, throaty sound that seemed to come from the very depths of him. "Let's see what you've got, boy," he said, his voice filled with challenge and desire. Niko took the head of the massive cock into his mouth, his lips stretching wide to accommodate the girth. He swirled his tongue around the head, tasting the salty precum that coated it. The innkeeper let out a low groan, his hips thrusting forward slightly, feeding more of his cock into Niko's mouth. Niko took it, his throat opening up to take in the thick shaft. At first, he chokes, but he recovered quickly, and began to work this 'tree trunk' cock slowly up and down. At one point, he held it with both hands, rubbing the skin as he sucked the head. Finally, with one hand he stretched the Innkeeper's balls. With his free hand, he began to jerk the innkeeper's cock with long, slow strokes. The innkeeper's hand tangled in his hair, guiding him, encouraging him. Niko looked up, smiling. He didn't stop.
The innkeeper's breathing grew heavier, his hips moving faster, his cock back in Niko's mouth, fucking Niko's mouth. His groans grew louder, the pitch higher. Then, with a final, hard thrust, the innkeeper groaned loudly, his grip on Niko's hair tightening. Niko pulled the fat cock out and stroked it wildly. The Innkeeper shouted, and with a final thrust, came. Once, twice, three shots of hot, white sperm hit Niko's face, dripping from his forehead, running down his nose into his beard.
The innkeeper, still panting, chuckled, a deep rumble in his chest. "Looks like you've got a new war paint, boy," he said, his voice filled with amusement and satisfaction. He stepped back, his massive cock still semi-hard, covered in spit and precum. Niko, his chest heaving, wiped his face with the back of his hand, smearing the sperm across his skin. He looked up at the innkeeper, a smirk playing at the corners of his mouth.
"Now, it's your turn to watch," he taunted, his voice hoarse from the blowjob he'd just given. By now, the other two boys were at their own cocks, Paul, his hand still slick with the innkeeper's precum. Wren, meanwhile, had dropped to his knees, his small hand wrapped around his own thick cock, his eyes fixed on the sight before him.
The innkeeper, his breath still ragged, watched the two boys for a moment, a greedy hunger in his eyes. He chuckled, "Well, well, well," he murmured, his gaze raking over their bodies.
"You're not going to waste all that good cum are you?" The innkeeper asked, his eyes gleaming with lust and a hint of mischief. "I tell you what, I'll make you a deal.
You show me what you've got there, and I'll make sure you don't waste a drop of that lovely seed," the innkeeper said, his eyes gleaming with lust and a hint of mischief. Paul's eyes widened in surprise, his hand still wrapped around his own cock, which was throbbing and leaking precum. He looked up at the innkeeper, his heart pounding in his chest. This was not what he had expected. But there was a part of him, a primal, hungry part, that was intrigued by the offer. He looked at Niko and Wren, both of whom were watching the exchange, their eyes wide with surprise and a hint of envy. Niko, his face still streaked with the innkeeper's cum, gave Paul a subtle nod of encouragement.
"What do you say, boy?" the innkeeper asked, his voice a low growl.
Paul, his heart pounding with a mix of anticipation and trepidation, nodded, a slow smile spreading across his face.
The innkeeper sat back against the rough bark of the tree, his massive, still semi-hard cock standing proudly before him. Paul walked up to him as the Innkeeper's huge rough hands took him by the hips, and guided Paul's long--now very hard!--cock up to his lips. The Innkeeper's thick, wet tongue took the first taste of precum. He smiled. "Very tasty!" he said. "More, please!"
He started lapping at Paul's slick, hard cock. Paul, emboldened by the innkeeper's eagerness, took a firm hold of the man's thick, bearded head, a hand on each ear. As the Innkeeper took more of his rod into his mouth, Paul began to move his hips. Soon he was thrusting forward and pulling back, banging the older man's head against the tree trunk. The innkeeper's mouth was wet and hot, his tongue swirling around Paul's shaft, tasting his precum. At the same time, the Innkeeper was now slowly rubbing the skin on his own short, veiny cock as it leaked more and more precum.
He groaned, the sound echoing through the woods, his cock throbbing in his hand. Paul, feeling the Innkeeper’s groan, looked down. He saw the Innkeeper's ruddy face contorted with pleasure, his heavy breathing, and the jerking of his hips, moving in rhythm with his hand job. The sight of the Innkeeper's arousal made Paul even harder, and he began to thrust his cock into the Innkeeper’s mouth with more urgency.
The Innkeeper, his cock throbbing in his hand, looked up at Paul, his eyes gleaming with lust. "That's right, boy," he groaned, his voice muffled by Paul's cock. "Fuck my face. Show me what you've got." Paul's grip on the Innkeeper's head tightened, his hips moving faster, his breath coming in short, sharp gasps.
Niko, his cock aching and leaking precum, couldn't take his eyes off the sight before him. The Innkeeper, his face a picture of pleasure and pain, was taking Paul's cock like a pro, his throat opening up to take in the long, thick shaft. Niko's own cock throbbed, his balls aching with the need to release. He had to do something, he couldn't just watch.
Unable to control himself any longer, Niko turned Wren around, his hands gripping the boy's slender hips. Wren, his eyes wide with surprise, looked back at Niko, his breath coming in quick, shallow gasps. "What are you—?" he began, but his words were cut off by a groan as Niko's cock, slick with precum, pressed against his entrance.
Wren moaned, arching his back, pushing himself against Niko's cock.
"Did I ever tell you I wanted this for the longest time, Niko?"
Niko, his breath ragged, his cock throbbing, gripped Wren's hips tighter, his fingers digging into the boy's shoulders.
"No, but I knew it. You like this, don't you, little thief?" he growled, his voice thick with desire and possession. Wren, threw his head back, eyes closed. He nodded, his breath coming in short, sharp gasps. "Yes, yes, I do," he moaned, his body writhing, his hips pushing back against Niko's cock. "As long as it's you, I want you deep inside me!"
Paul, his own cock still buried in the innkeeper's mouth, twisted around to see what the noise was. Two bodies slapping together is what he heard. Niko fucking the living shit out of Wren is what he saw, the 'slap, slap, slap' of Niko's belly against Wren's butt is what he heard.