"Come on," he said, leading the way into the living room that I had seen from the door. It had a nice view of the garden in which a gardener was tending to some bushes in the far corner. My face was still covered with Roberts cum, and Robert wasn't wearing anything except a t-shirt, but the prospect of being seen by the gardener like this didn't seem to worry him, so I guessed his windows were tinted or something so no one could look in from the outside.
"Why don't you get naked while I get us something to drink?" Robert asked, "White wine?"
"Sure," I replied and so he went off to the kitchen. I watched him take his muscular butt to the kitchen, then I took off my clothes and sat down on the sofa, admiring the garden.
"Great garden," I remarked when Robert returned with a glass of bubbling champagne, his cock dangling between his legs.
"Yeah, Jose is very good at what he does." he replied with a smile. "Something to nibble on with your champagne?" he asked, presenting his thickening cock.
I took a sip of champagne, put the glass down and scooched to the edge of the sofa. Then I put my hands on his buttcheeks and pulled him close. This time I started with his hairless balls which I gave a thorough tongue bath. Then I lay down on the couch and told Robert to sit on my face, which he eagerly did.
I watched his hairless asshole descend on my face and guided his final approach so that my eager tongue found its mark right away. Again I stuck it into his rear as far as I could, which was even further as before thanks to Robert squatting over my. He enjoyed my licking tongue and gyrated his hips on my face to give me access to every nook and cranny.
I suddenly felt my legs being raised and a warm tongue pressed against my asshole. Since Robert wasn't leaning forward I knew it was a third person who was doing that. Even though I was in a hormone-induced stupor I quickly figured out that it must have been Jose the gardener. His tongue did quite a number on me and I was soon sporting a nice erection again. He was indeed, as Robert had said, very good at what he was doing.
Robert changed position and lowered his big hanging balls into my mouth. Jose, whose tongue had softened and moistened my asshole considerably, had retreated from my butt and I was sure that I would soon find out if he was as well hung as his employer.
Well, he was. From the feel of it he had a good inch of circumference on Robert and it felt as if somebody was trying to push a can of coke into my anal passage. Although I had some pretty impressive dildos at home I had never had anything that big trying to enter me. I stopped sucking Robert's balls and concentrated on the pain and the pleasure I was feeling in my rear end.
Finally my sphincter gave way and I felt Jose's well-lubricated cock slowly slide deeper and deeper into me until he bottomed out, the tip of his dick grazing my prostate.
