This chapter and the next takes place after Anders met Erik in Valuable Lessons. However, it's not necessary to read the first two chapters of that story first. All you need to know is that Erik is an older lover and a Dom.
Two and a half years after I met Mark on the west coast of Denmark and introduced him to male sex, I visited him and his boyfriend Peter, who was four years older than us. We had a nice meal with good wine and talking. At some point Peter left the room and stayed away for twenty minutes. When he came back, Mark was giving my sore shoulders a much needed massage. I'd been painting the walls of my apartment the previous weekend. Peter sat down on the couch and regarded us for a bit. Then he gave me a little quirky smile. "Mark told me you're the reason he found out that he's gay."
I shrugged and mumbled something about him probably realizing sooner and later anyway. "Perhaps, but you seem to be the guy I have to thank for getting a boyfriend who enjoyed his first times so much that he was eager for more. And ready to do anything a man could want from his partner." I blushed and had the feeling I knew where this conversation was going. Not that it surprised me, because Mark had been flirting and touching me all afternoon and evening. In addition, Peter had pinned me against the kitchen table with his body at one time, claiming to need something in the cupboard above me.
Mark's fingers moved up to caress my neck and he slid into the comfy chair. He was flush against my back and his hot breath tickled my ear. Peter's gaze held my eyes. "Have you ever been with two guys at the same time, Anders?" I shook my head, my mouth dry, and cursed my habit of being struck dumb whenever I got propositioned. "Neither have we, even though we've talked about it. But the problem is my inability to share Mark with anyone." I nodded because Mark had told me that Peter was rather jealous and possessive at the start of their relationship.
Thankfully most of it faded once Peter found out how much Mark loved him and adored him. But it had been one of the reasons I hadn't visited them before, even if I wasn't a competitor for Mark's affections. "But you've already been with him, so in a way this would be more like him sharing you with me – and Mark sharing me with you." Mark's breathing got heavier and he and Peter exchanged a long heated look across my shoulder. I failed to get the implication, and anyway I was more concerned with wriggling slightly so that my by now half erect dick became less uncomfortable in my jeans.
"So what do you say, Anders, do you want to be with us?" Peter stood up and walked towards me and I hurriedly nodded. He started to undo his trousers. "Tell us what you'd like to happen."
By now Mark's hands were busy under my T-shirt, and he was kissing my neck and nibbling on my earlobe. I swallowed and finally got my vocal chords to work. "I... I'd like to be fucked both ends... at the same time."
A satisfied grin and Peter freed his cock. It was long, but only of average thickness, thank God, even if the crown was extra swollen. "Mark tells me you give excellent head, so let's see if he's right."
A push from Mark sent me to my knees in front of the chair, so my face was right next to Peter's fully engorged manhood. He grabbed my neck and pointed his cock at my lips, brushing them with his exposed glans. I could smell that he'd just washed it, so I opened willingly and let him possess my wet cavity. As I worked on the swollen head with my lips and tongue, I felt Mark's hands undo my jeans. He pushed them down together with my underwear; what a relief to get my throbbing hard-on released from prison. Mark had undressed to, because his huge cock nestled against my butt, as he fondled my dick and my balls.
Fuck, this was like a dream come true, I was so horny. I pulled Peter's pants further down so I could get one hand on his muscular ass and play with his balls with the other. Licking up and down the long shaft then taking it as far into my mouth as possible. My tongue prodded the opening, I sucked on the head and rubbed his hot rod with my hand. Soon Peter was moaning and I worried that he would unload in my mouth without warning. But he must've had high self-control, because he stopped me and pulled his pants up. "Undress each other and go take a shower. I want two squeaky clean dicks and assholes to play with."
Mark and I were soon naked and after the necessary trips to the toilet we met in their large shower. It was wonderful to get to wash Mark's cute body and huge cock again. He was still shaved all over, just as he'd been after our last time together. I guess Peter enjoyed the look too. When I'd finished rinsing him, I bent over and sucked him for a bit, god he was big. Mark returned the favor of washing my manhood and then his fingers got busy on my ass. He soaped my cheeks, crack and around my needy hole. "Are you sure you want to, Anders? Feel free to say no, if you..." I shut him up with a kiss and moaned with lust as he slid two fingers up my ass.
As he cleaned me up, I tried to express how much I longed for them to take me together. Mark laughed and adjusted the shower head, so it became a focused jet of water. I bent forward and held my buttocks apart so he could rinse me out. Having the hot water and his fingers manipulate my tunnel, making me ready to be fucked, felt so good. Even if I still feared his monstrous tool. Then I got to do him; I grabbed a handful of liquid soap and got really intimate with Mark's super cute butt. It drove us both wild when I finger fucked him hard, and for a moment I just wanted to ram my dick up his ass.
It might've happened, if I hadn't suddenly spotted two thin stripes on the lower part of Mark's cheeks. He'd bent forward and pushed his butt out, ready to be rinsed, and as the water removed the soap, the red lines became visible. I finished my job of rinsing him, inside and out, then I hung up the shower head and turned him, so his back was towards the light. Tracing one of the two stripes with my finger, I let outrage fill my voice. "What the fuck it this, Mark? Does he HIT you?" Mark jerked away from me and turned the shower off. He avoided my gaze as he left the cubicle and got towels for both of us.
"Peter and I play a game sometimes." His voice was low and hesitant. "It's always ME who decide if and when we're playing. I initiate the game by calling him Sir Peter or... or Master." The last word was a whisper. "That means he can hit me max three times with a cane. Or give me another kind of punishment when I'm bad. Like if I'm disobedient or talk back."
I gulped and stared at him. Fuck this sounded eerily familiar. "But... but what if it hurts too much. Or you really don't want to obey him?"