"Indeed he is." And with that, I got into the driver's seat and both gentlemen sat in the back. As we headed off, I felt relieved, yet secretly upset, that we now had company and that the morning's events may not be repeated. The picture of my cock being wanked was still in the forefront of my mind.
About seven miles down the road Barclay proclaimed "Next left good man, and that is my estate."
I turned left at the mentioned turning and drove steadily through a grand gate and up a long country drive. I could see a stately home far in the distance, amongst some trees and I started heading towards this, however Barclay advised me otherwise.
"Stop here in the cutting, behind the trees old boy! Something we'd like to see before we head back to the actual house."
"Yes sir." I replied and pulled into a clearing and into what looked like a lay-by hidden by trees.
"Excellent," the boss said, "I believe this is ideal Barclay, I really do! Now then, my fine man, and he slapped my shoulder cheerfully, "another £100 if you allow us to admire your legs!"
"I'm sorry sir?" I asked, knowing full well what he meant but unsure as to how this was going to go.
"Dammit man, get here in the back without your trousers! In fact, tell you what, get out of the car first so we can watch you step out of your trousers.!
I opened the door to get out and walked to the passenger side, away from the road. Both gents followed me round and stood against the car, ready for a strip tease. So tease them I would. A £100, easy money.
I started with my belt. I undid the clasp and slowly pulled it out of the trouser hoops until it was clear. Looking at both gents, I held my arm out to the side and dropped it. Then I slowly kicked my shoes off before unbuttoning my trouser button and slowly teasing the zip down. Once fully open, I lifted both my hands and the trousers slid slowly down my legs. I stepped out of the trousers then and stood there in just my shirt, tie and wife's pantyhose.
"Very nice," Barclay commented.
"Even better in full view," the boss said. "Now into the back so we can admire them up close."
Barclay jumped in first, then me and the boss followed, closing the door.
"Excellent" the boss said again, "I do admire men in tights Barclay, don't you?"
"Indeed I do. May I?" The latter question was undoubtedly to me, and though I knew what he meant following this morning's misunderstanding, I still said "Help yourself!"
Barclay placed his hand on my knee and moved it upwards towards my thigh. He was rougher than the boss, though the touch and the feel through the nylons was no less pleasant. The boss himself gently stroked my other leg. I put my head back onto the head rest and closed my eyes. If these two wanted to do this for £100, then I had no reason to deny them. In fact, I could feel my cock responding quicker this time than before, perhaps it was because of the attention of two this time?
I sat there content with the situation for easily five minutes and in that time, both gents had caressed my balls and cock, sometimes unintentionally, but mostly with purpose. Soon afterwards, I felt a little shift in Barclay. He had turned slightly as he was still stroking me, but his free hand had gone to his trousers to undo them. When opened, he stopped stroking me and used both hands to pull his trousers and underwear down. He then resumed stroking my leg but also that of his own cock with his other hand.
Now I felt nervous, this morning was my boss' hand and my cock - and only my cock. Now another one had emerged and I wasn't sure where this was going. As I was about to say something, the boss himself freed his manhood from his suit and pants and was masterly playing with himself and stroking the inside of my leg. I could see both gents were looking at my cock forcing a bulge in the pantyhose as they stoked their members. As there attention was on me, I looked at their cocks, now proud and free. I was still unsure about this and about to force my way out of the car when I suddenly realized that despite their age, the gents' manhoods were impressive. Despite being twenty years older than mine, they were large and looked formidable.
In that instance, my thoughts of escape disappeared and curiosity took over. What is it like to feel another man's cock. What is it like to wank another dick? How does it feel to pull the skin over another head? Well now I knew, because inadvertently, I discovered that my hands automatically reached out to take not just one cock, but both. As I sat there in the middle, I massaged their bulbous heads for what felt like minutes - I was obsessed. With my hands around their shafts, I was running my thumb over their heads and under the rims over and over. Barclay has started leaking some ooze, so I massaged this back into his head. During a rare moment where I was not watching either dick I looked at both men either side of me. They were sitting there, heads back, eyes closed. The only way I knew they were not dead was their constant murmurs of delight and their continual stroking of my legs, though this was now mainly focussed at the top of my legs, with my balls toyed by one and my cock the other - who had which I did not know; I was in my element, an element I never knew existed.
Now I knew how it felt to wank another cock, and the experience was different to when I play with myself. Though I myself considered my size a little larger than average, these gents were bigger than me. I had to find out how long they were, so after massaging their heads for quite a while, I took the plunge and pulled my hands down both their shafts. The boss appeared longer, but Barclay was definitely girthier and his balls solid. I continued this for a while, Barclay easier to wank because of my right hand tendency and also he was self lubricating with pre-cum. That said, I don't think the boss was complaining, despite my left hand action, though I did mention that he could do with lubing up.
"Fair enough," he replied cheerfully. "Barclay?"
"Yes old boy"
And with that they both shuffled round on the back seats to face each other. Luckily we were in the SUV so it wasn't too awkward for them, but still, they both had to stoop so they could be upright in the back. As a result, their cocks were hanging in front of my face facing each other. I took them both again in my hands, and realizing what they wanted me to do, I rubbed Barclay's tip onto the Boss's length so he could be lubed up, but I didn't stop there. I carried on wanking them both and then pulled them closer together so I could wank them together with one hand. As one cock had its skin pulled down, the other cock had its skin pulled up, and then vice versa each time I shifted direction. With my other hand I alternately played with their balls. Barclays was definitely more solid, but the boss looked as if his had been emptied fairly recently.
Naturally, their hands were not on my legs any longer, and they felt fairly lonely, however their hands were still busy. The boss had his hand on my shoulder for support while Barclay rested his on the back of my head. I had not really realized this until Barclay pushed my head towards his cock. As it got nearer, he turned slightly to push his bulging member into my mouth. He really did have to push because I was not willing to take him in my mouth, but as soon as he penetrated my sealed lips, I could taste him and for some reason that I still cannot fathom, this prompted me to allow his full length, despite at first, while slowly pushing himself into me, I could feel myself gag. When he felt this, he eased up, but then came back for more. I soon learnt how to tolerate his length and he pushed himself deeper every time. It is fair to say I did not suck Barclay, as he was most definitely fucking my face. He thrust and he thrust, sometimes deep, sometimes just the tip, sometimes very deep.
While my face was being fucked, my hand was still wanking away the boss, and here I felt some loyalty towards him. He swallowed my load this morning, it is only fair he was in my mouth and not Barclay, so I maneuvered his manhood in front of my face and at an opportune moment, I pulled off Barclay and took the boss into my mouth. Barclay still thrusting punched his cock against my mouth and the boss' cock, but my suction had held onto the boss and he remained engulfed in my mouth. Now I was sucking, and I was sucking fast. From the satisfied and approving noises he made, I guessed this is how the boss liked it, and soon I could feel his cock making those pre-climax spasms.
I pulled off him, wanting this moment to go on longer. I grabbed the base of his shaft to stop him ejaculating there and then. I did the same to Barclay to stop him thrusting into my mouth again. Now I had two large, bulging cocks, held tight at their shafts, in front of me. I took the boss back into my mouth - just his tip this time. Then I pulled him out and put Barclay's tip into my mouth. I traced my tongue over and under his rim. Then, daringly, I placed both tips together and wrapped my lips around them, flicking my tongue from one rim to another, sucking with my lips, and sometimes flicking my tongue between both their cum holes.
Now I wanted to see what other cum taste like. The thought hit me from nowhere, but tasting other men's cum was what I was going to do. I started with the boss as I knew he was near and so started bobbing up and down on his dick with vigour. I was right, and within several thrusts he exploded into my mouth. He was salty and tangy, not too unpleasant. Though I must have been correct about him emptying his balls recently as two throbs of stringy cum and then he slowed down. Though I hadn't swallowed each throb like he had this morning, I was pleased I didn't spill a drop and was able to swallow it all.
