An acquaintance had suggested I stop in and visit his friends when he found out I would be motorcycling literally right past their front gate.
On my third day on the road, I turned off the highway in northern Nevada and slowly made my way down the mile-long lane to their desert hide-away that they called Hole-in-the-Wall, in honor of the outlaws who had once roamed the region.
The "cabin" was actually a modest little house that they had rescued from the ravages of the harsh environment and turned into a home and art studio.
Frank and Bob were in their late thirties, I was still in my early twenties, and they seemed quite pleased at my arrival. I was only partially prepared for how welcoming my hosts would be.
It was late in the afternoon when I showed up, just in time for a cold beer on the veranda before some grilled steaks. After supper and another beer, it was time for a shower, as I had been tenting the two previous nights and needed a good cleaning. After cleaning up, I found them coffeeing back on the veranda, enjoying the stars and the quiet. The highway was over the brow of a ridge, and traffic was rare. About the only sounds were the occasional airliner high overhead.
The conversation was good, mostly concerning the art market and common friends and acquaintances, but soon the hour grew late.
When we rose for bed, Bob bent down and whispered an invitation to join them for some play time, with a quick explanation of the "rules". I was instantly hard with anticipation.
As invited, I entered their bedroom naked 20 minutes later. I found them entwined in embrace, mouths locked together, hands massaging each other's hard cocks. I selected a dildo from one of several on a shelf, and lubed it up before settling on the big easy chair near the bed.
As I watched and stroked my own cock, they rotated around and began to 69 each other to a soundtrack of deep, pleasure-filled moans. I salivated at the thought of sucking on each of their thick man-roots and having my mouth filled with hot spurts of sticky jizz.
I lifted a leg up on to the arm of the chair and pushed the dildo against my hole until my sphincter yielded and it slid into me with a soft slurping sound. I almost came.
My hosts were audibly nearing orgasm, and I let go of my cock and just gently pistoned the toy in my asshole while I watched these two seasoned lovers experience their passions.
They came almost together, exploding into each other's mouths, hips thrusting orgasmically, hot mancream spilling from their lips as their moans filled the room. I wanted desperately to kiss each of them and share in the bounty of their loins, but held back, knowing that my turn would come.
Bob was on top, and he flashed me a cummy smile before he rotated and pulled Frank's legs up over his shoulders. His lover slathered Bob's still hard love shaft with lube, then drew it to his love hole. As their mouths came together, Bob pressed his hips forward and his surging manhood was encased within the warm embrace of Frank's eager hole.
Their fuck was intense. Their mouths stayed locked together for minutes at a time, tongues interlocked. Frank literally wrapped his legs around his impaler, and his right hand found his lovers' own opening and he slipped two fingers into Bob's own enticing pucker hole.
I was in the perfect spot to watch Bob's big cock fucking in and out with excruciatingly exquisite rhythm. Slowly out until I could just see the edge of his cock head, then slowly plunging balls deep, again and again and again. I matched his rhythm with my toy, and imagined the warmth of real flesh inside me.
