Ian was in a daze as Gerald carried him up the stairs. He had gone from perfectly straight to getting the cum fucked out of him and then wantonly taking a massive facial cumblast from the most impressive penis he had ever seen, all in one afternoon. He still hadn't quite realized that he was being gently carried into the bathroom by a very large man. He had lost all agency, and almost seemed to regress to the mentality of a small child, limp and weightless in Gerald's big arms, wiping great globs of viscous semen from his astonished face and gazing at the sticky white ropes as they dripped back onto his face and chest.
Gerald gently seated Ian on a small ledge lining the perimeter of a luxurious walk-in shower and then got the water running. He stripped out of his "outfit" but kept the gimp mask in place. Ian watched mesmerized as he got in under the water, brazenly washing himself. To Ian, who wasn't aware of this thought at the time, he seemed to take an eternity before he began soaping up his prodigious genitals. The way he manipulated his baseball bat of a dick and lemon-sized testicles, the still-pronounced veins, the delicious bounce of each individual component of this guys undeniable manpackage now coated in warm wet bubbly lather, it was enough to coax a silent, incoherent moan from Ian's mouth.
As if hearing it, Gerald stepped toward him, his fat cock bobbing inches from Ian's vacant mouth. He leaned down and lifted Ian bodily with seemingly zero effort, holding their bodies face-to-mask as he carried the confused boy under the shower. Ian remained in shock as he was gently manhandled. He could feel his own cock valiantly trying to make a comeback after exploding two big creamy teenage loads in quick succession, as it now lay up against the firm, pulsing meat of Gerald's big dick, somehow still hard as a truck tire even when flaccid.
Gerald began to soap up the boy, turning him around and making the presence of his hardening monster cock very known against the crack of Ian's empty ass as he caressed his flowering boner with large soapy hands. Ian moaned out loud as a thick slippery finger on Gerald's other hand started stroking his taint, occasionally testing the resistance of Ian's ravaged o-ring. Ian had no idea how to react but there didn't seem to be any options, no escape, even if he really wanted to. Gerald was working him over from both sides.
The pleasure was intense, heightened by the sense of helplessness that came not from being restrained, but from sheer masculine dominance, the kind that made violence obsolete along with any fear of it. Ian was getting thoroughly loved by this man, and couldn't get his mind around it, anymore than he could get his hand around the big tube of cookie dough that was Gerald's magnificent dong, as it rubbed insistently against his hip.
The moment his hand gripped that big daddy dick, his knees buckled instinctively and he found himself staring down the barrel of Gerald's one eyed monster again. For a moment he just stared, so Gerald took both of Ian's hands in his and placed them on either side of his thick shaft and started to jack himself off. Ian was transfixed by the way the taut skin bunched up over the bulbous head before exposing itself again as Gerard began to move his hips, fucking Ian's little hands. Each thrust brought that irresistibly plump pink mushroom within an inch of Ian's face, back and forth, each time a little more swollen and insistent, and each time, Ian's mouth reacted instinctively, subconsciously adjusting his jaw and extending his tongue in anticipation of how his willing mouth might accommodate such a big meaty dick.
At some point Gerald thrust just a little harder, and Ian's tongue met a big wet drop of precum, and the taste was the last straw. He assaulted the thick throbbing member with his mouth, not even waiting for the next thrust, forcing the fat velvety head of his new daddy's girthy fagmaker past his teeth as far as he could, feeling the unmistakable feeling of a rubbery throbbing cock head glide over his tongue, and loving every second of it. His mouth was made to serve this beautiful, dripping, veiny fuckstick.
"Oh my fucking God, Gerald, you really like this one, huh?" giggled the familiar sultry feminine voice. Gerald's thick knob bounced free of Ian's drooling mouth with a comically loud slurp as Ian jumped, shocked out of his oral fixation, strings of spit, evidence of his own attempts to willfully fill his mouth with as much cock as possible were clearly visible between his slut lips and the object of their desire, despite the shower raining down.
"Or he really likes you," Mrs. Beauregard giggled again, and Ian took in the whole view of her, one plump tit in her left hand, its long nipple being stretched between her fingers, her right hand mauling her glistening crotch, obscured by her bright red panties. Before Ian could attempt some lame excuse, Gerald, obviously excited by the situation, urgently pulled the boys slack mouth back to his cum-filled cock and began vigorously thrusting his long love muscle into Ian's confused mouth. The married couple seemed to be playing off each other, as the intensity of the facefucking Ian was getting mirrored her assault on her own clit, as well as the lascivious, teasing, and often humiliating filth that poured from that woman's mouth.
