Chapter 5: Climax
The sight and the sound of Niko and Wren fucking drove Paul wild. He thrust harder into the Innkeeper's mouth, hips moving like pistons. The Innkeeper, his face flushed and sweaty, groaned around Paul's cock, his own cock throbbing in his hand, leaking precum like a leaky faucet. He could feel Paul's urgency, could feel his own. He knew what was coming, and so did Paul. They both wanted it, needed it.
As Paul felt his orgasm building, he pulled his cock out of the Innkeeper's mouth. The Innkeeper looked up at him, his eyes wild with lust and desperation. "Don't you dare," he growled, his voice thick with need. Paul smiled, a wicked, almost feral smile, as he stroked his cock, his hand moving fast and hard.
The Innkeeper, his eyes wild with lust and need, watched, his own hand still working his thick, veiny cock. "You're mine now," Paul said, his voice a low growl, his eyes locked onto the Innkeeper's. "You want this, don't you?" he taunted, his hand moving faster, his breath coming in short, sharp gasps. The Innkeeper, his body trembling with need, nodded, his eyes never leaving Paul's cock. "Yes," he groaned, his voice thick with desire. "I want this. I need this." Paul, his own body on fire, moved closer, his cock now just inches from the Innkeeper's face. "Then take it," he commanded, his voice a low growl.
With one last, powerful thrust, Paul shoved his cock deep into the Innkeeper's throat, his hips slamming against his face. The Innkeeper's eyes watered, his nose pressed against Paul's pubic bone, but he didn't pull away. He took it, every inch, his throat opening up to accommodate Paul's long, thick shaft. Paul groaned, his body tensing as his orgasm hit. He came hard, his cock pulsing as he released what felt like a lifetime of pent-up desire. His cum shot down the Innkeeper's throat, not a drop escaping his lips. The Innkeeper choked, his body convulsing as he tried to swallow, but he didn't stop. He took it all, every last drop, his body shuddering in time with Paul's.
The innkeeper's own cock, still in his hand, was throbbing, about to explode. With a final, powerful thrust of his hips, he grunted, his cock pulsing as a second wave of cum erupted from him. This time, it was thicker, more rope-like, coating his belly and chest in hot, sticky ropes of cum. Paul, still panting heavily, watched as the innkeeper came undone, his own body still tingling with the aftershocks of his own orgasm. Behind him, the sounds of Niko and Wren fucking grew louder, more frenzied, their bodies slapping together with increasing force. The innkeeper, his breath coming in ragged gasps, his chest heaving, collapsed back against the tree, his body slick with sweat and cum. He looked up at Paul, a satisfied smile on his face, his eyes glassy with pleasure.
"That was amazing, boy," he murmured. "But now, it's my turn again!" He turned his head, his eyes locking onto Niko, who was still thrusting into Wren, his body slick with sweat, his muscles taut with effort.
"Niko, I want you to feed me," he commanded, his voice a low growl. Niko, his body on the edge of orgasm, didn't hesitate. He pulled out of Wren, his cock throbbing and leaking precum. He moved quickly over to the innkeeper, his cock still hard and ready. The innkeeper sat up, his massive hands gripping Niko's hips, guiding him closer. Niko, his breath coming in short, sharp gasps, looked down at the innkeeper, his eyes filled with a mix of lust and anticipation.
With three short, hard thrusts, Niko's hips bucked against the innkeeper's face, pounding his throat, four times his cock sliding all the way out and back in, each time hitting the back of his throat. Then, his hands, gripping the innkeeper's thick hair, pulled him closer, his hips moving faster, his body tensing as his orgasm approached.
The innkeeper, his own cock still hard and throbbing, moaned around Niko's cock, his body trembling with need. Niko, his body on the edge, could feel it building, could feel the pleasure coiling in his belly, ready to explode. With a final, powerful thrust, Niko groaned, his body tense as his orgasm hit. He came hard, his cock pulsing as he released his load into the innkeeper's mouth. One, two, three, four, five! The innkeeper choked, trying to keep up and not to cough. He took it all, a champ, his throat working, his eyes watering as he swallowed every last drop.
Niko pulled out, his cock glistening with cum, a final throb of pleasure shooting through him as he watched the innkeeper's Adam's apple bob with each swallow. The sight was enough to make him groan, his body still tingling with the aftershocks of his orgasm. He stepped back, his breathing slowing, his cock still semi-hard, a bead of cum trickling down the shaft.
Niko looked down at the innkeeper, who was now sprawled out against the tree, his chest heaving, his body slick with sweat and cum. The man's eyes were closed, his lips parted as he caught his breath. Niko couldn't help but feel a sense of pride and satisfaction. He had taken this man, had used him for his pleasure, and the man had loved every second of it.
"Wren!" Paul called out.
Wren could not even answer, he was so close to cumming, so caught up in his own, masturbation pleasure. "Who do you want to take your load?"
Wren turned to face Niko, his eyes pleading, his body aching with need. Niko, his own body still tingling with the aftershocks of his orgasm, looked at Wren, a slow smile spreading across his face.
The boy's eyes were wide, his breath coming in short, sharp gasps, his hand working his cock with quick, desperate strokes. "I need you both," Wren moaned, his voice filled with desperation and need. "Please, I need you both so badly."
Niko's heart skipped a beat at the sight of Wren, his body a picture of pure, unadulterated lust. He looked over at Paul, who was watching the scene unfold with a mix of surprise and desire. "What do you say, Paul?" Niko asked, his voice a low growl. "Should we give him what he wants?" Paul, his own cock still hard and ready, nodded, a wicked smile spreading across his face.
"Let's give him what he wants." He looked at Wren, his eyes filled with lust and desire. "Get on your knees, little thief. You're about to have a taste of both of us."
Wren, his eyes wide with anticipation and need, immediately complied. He bent over, thrusting his ass out for Niko. Niko, his body still tingling with the aftershocks of his orgasm, stepped up behind him, his cock still semi-hard, a bead of cum still trickling down the shaft. He spat on his hand, rubbing the spit onto his cock, mixing it with his cum, using it as lubricant. He gripped Wren's hips, and with one powerful thrust, he thrusts his cock into Wren's sloppy, waiting hole. Up front, Wren moaned around Paul's cock, his mouth already filled with the tangy taste of Paul's precum, his body adjusting to the intrusion. Paul grunted, his fingers tangling in Wren's curly hair, pulling him closer as he thrust deeper, his cock sliding further into Wren's hot, wet mouth.
"That's it, little thief," Niko growled, his voice thick with lust and desire. "Take both of us, little bitch! Make us feel good." Wren moaned, his body convulsing with pleasure and pain, his mouth filled with the taste of Paul's cock, his ass filled with the thickness of Niko's. Paul groaned, his hips moving faster, his cock sliding in and out of Wren's mouth, his own breath coming in short, sharp gasps.
Behind him, Niko's thrusts became more forceful, his cock hitting Wren's prostate with each powerful drive. Wren moaned around Paul's cock, the vibrations sending shockwaves of pleasure through Paul's body. He could feel Wren's body convulsing, could feel the boy's arousal through the thin membrane of his cock, could feel the way his body was responding to Niko's forceful thrusts.
"Fuck, Niko," Paul groaned, his eyes locked onto the sight of Niko's massive cock disappearing into Wren's smaller body. "You're hitting his spot, aren't you?" Niko grunted, his body slick with sweat, his muscles taut with effort. "Yeah," he said, his voice thick with lust and desire. "I can feel it, too.
Oh god, oh fuck!" Wren's eyes rolled back as he moaned, his body convulsing in pleasure. The sound of his voice, raw and desperate, sent shivers down Niko's spine. Wren's body tensed and relaxed in time with Niko's thrusts, his moans growing louder and more insistent as Niko hit his prostate again and again.
Paul, his own body tingling with arousal, watched the spectacle before him. He could see the expressions on both of their faces, could see the way their bodies moved together. He could feel their pleasure, could feel the way their bodies responded to each other. He felt a swell of desire, a hunger that begged to be sated. He wanted in on this, WAS in on this. He was a part of it.
As Niko's cock slammed into Wren's prostate in perfect sync with Paul's thrust into Wren's throat, all three bodies convulsed in unison. The sound of their collective moans filled the air, raw and primal. In that moment, they were one, connected by pleasure and desire, their bodies moving as if choreographed by some invisible force. They came simultaneously, their bodies shuddering with the force of their release. Wren's moan was muffled around Paul's cock, his ass clenching around Niko's, milking him for every last drop of cum. Niko groaned, his hand gripping Wren's hip, his body tense as he poured himself into the boy. Paul, his body slick with sweat, pulled out just in time to spill his load onto Wren's face, marking him as his own.
Behind him, over against the tree, the innkeeper, watching the three young men perform, suddenly reached his own climax. With a loud grunt, and with a heave of his heavy body forward and up, for a third time, he emptied his ball sack, his cum splashing onto his belly and chest. His body convulsing with each powerful spurt, the first one actually hitting his own chin.
The sight of the three of them, naked and writhing in pleasure, was something Niko would never forget. As he looked around at the scene, he felt a sense of pride and possessiveness. These were his men, and he would protect them with his life.
Wren, collapsed on his knees now and his face coated in Paul's cum, looked up at Niko with a satisfied smile. "That was incredible," he murmured, his voice hoarse from his earlier moans. Niko grinned, his body still tingling with the aftershocks of his orgasm. He reached down, helping Wren to his feet.
Paul, his body slick with sweat and cum, stepped up beside them, his arm wrapped around Wren's and Niko's waist. Niko, still breathing heavily, pulled them both into a tight embrace, his lips capturing Paul's in a passionate kiss. He could taste his own cum on Paul's tongue, and it sent a shiver of pleasure down his spine. He kissed Wren, his face still sticky with cum, Wren leaned into them, as well, his arms wrapping around both of their waists. First Niko, then Paul, he kissed on the lips, their cum flavoring the affection. The three of them stood there for several moments, capturing their breath and their senses, their bodies tingling with the aftershocks of their shared pleasure.
"Fuck," Paul murmured, breaking the spell. "We're a mess." A slow, wicked smile spread across his face as he looked down at Wren, his eyes gleaming with lust and desire. "But I don't mind being a mess with you two." He leaned down, his tongue licking a trail of cum from Wren's cheek.
The Innkeeper lumbered over, is still-erect cock waggling as he walked. He spread his hairy, thick arms and embraced the three of them. Of course, his cock stabbed someone!
"I have not had this much fun... ever!" he exclaimed. "Please! Come to my Inn any time. And maybe a room--a FREE room!--will be waiting!"
The innkeeper, breaking his kiss with Wren, turned his attention to Niko and Paul, his eyes gleaming with lust and anticipation. "Come here, boys," he growled, his voice thick with desire. "I want to taste all of you. Have I tasted you yet? I don't remember!"
Niko and Paul exchanged a glance, and stepped closer, their bodies still slick with sweat and cum, their cocks already semi-hard. The innkeeper, his massive hands gripping their hips, pulled them closer, his eyes locked onto their cocks. He glanced up at them, a wicked grin spreading across his face.
"Who's first?" he asked, his voice a low rumble. Niko, his body still tingling with the aftershocks of his orgasm, looked down at the innkeeper, his eyes filled with a mix of anticipation and desire.
"Me! But I'm very sensitive now. Be gentle!"
GEntle, he was. but his insistent sucking make Niko hard all over. No real desire, no emotion, but hard as a rock . Eventually, the Innkeeper stopped sucking and rubbing.
"Next?" he said, looking up at Paul. "No! You I have had. "
"You?" he said, his eyes on Wren. "I don't remember this beautiful cock! Where did you get this" he joked.
Again, he dove in, sucking and rubbing an slurping, but Wren's balls were completely drained. In the end, he stopped, kissed his cock and stood up.
"It is late, and we are not far from the Inn. If you want, dress, come back with me, bathe and sleep the night. No one will bother you," he grinned, "unless it is some wicked old innkeeper who has gotten hunger for young cum, again!" His grin split his face.
"But seriously, come! Come tonight to my inn. I owe you at least this much for so good a time!"