Author's Note
: A little background for those who are new to this series: Soma has been gently blackmailed into becoming a part-time Pleasure Giver at a motel run by Mr. and Mrs. King, as told in The Apotheosis of Soma. While he's not being paid, he has, for the most part, enjoyed the experiences, and he's learning more about himself than he expected. This particular tale, based on my first threesome, is lighter in tone than the previous stories and, I hope, will bring a smile to your day, as it does to our hero.
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Mr. King was waiting when I arrived in my room.
"You're late, PG," he reprimanded, using his invented title for me instead of my name; he seemed to get a kick out of that, for reasons that still escape me.
"I'm sorry, Sir," I apologized, "We had a meeting at work that ran late. I got here as quickly as I could."
"I'd dock your pay, if I was paying you," he answered in mock anger. "You have two clients waiting for you. They're a pair of horny old dudes. They said they couldn't wait, so I got them their own room. You'll meet them there and take care of them."
"Yes, Sir. Anything special I need to know?"
"They're both older gentlemen who have been discreet lovers for years. They wanted to try a threesome, but just oral. Sorry, PG, no spit roast for you today. But that also saves you some time, as you don't need to prep. From our conversation, they just want you to blow each of them while the other watches. It's just up your alley: give the old guys the pleasure they deserve."
That's life for a Pleasure Giver: when you're too old to attract the studs and not rich enough to pay for them, take a trip to Mr. King's respectable no tell motel and enjoy a quick romp in the hay with me. I'll make you feel like you're desired and desirable because, to me, you are both. What's in it for me? A belly full of cum, if I'm lucky, and the satisfaction of knowing I've brought sexual pleasure to another person.
What's not in it for me? Nine times out of ten, any form of release for myself. My "contract" is clear: I am not allowed to have an orgasm unless my wife, Mr. King or my client allows it. And I'm not allowed to request one. Mr. King says it gives me clarity and an opportunity to learn the true meaning of submission and service. In reality, it keeps me horny and more willing to do whatever my clients want. Not that I'm complaining...
Their room was on the floor above me. After brushing my teeth and a quick face washing, I was on my way. I knocked on the door and began the ritual.
"Room Service."
The door opened on its chain, enough for the man behind it to look at me without showing more than his face. "Yes?"
"Hello, Sir, my name is Soma and I was sent by Mr. King. How may I pleasure you today?"
He closed the door then opened it fully, standing behind it. I entered the room and he closed the door behind me. As he walked in front of me, I saw a naked man who had definitely seen more of life than I had. At a certain point in life, it's impossible to tell whether a man is 60 or 80, especially if he's been an outdoor worker or lived hard. He still had some hair left, but it was thin and in patches. His body was tanned and wrinkled, but still toned.
"You're late. We had to get started without you."
"I'm sorry, Sir. I'll do my best to make it up to you."
"You can start by getting naked and joining us in bed."
He returned to the king bed and joined his friend, who was also naked and of the same indeterminate age. They palmed each other's cocks and watched while I took off my clothes. I realized that, while I was younger, they were in better physical shape than I was.
I also realized that, at the moment, only one of us had anything resembling an erection. While mine was only beginning, theirs were nonexistent. I was surprised: in the Age of Viagra, I assumed every man was always ready for action. I had forgotten that, in the Real World, not every man had access to pharmaceutical enhancements.
I crawled onto the bed and found they were sitting with their backs propped up by pillows. His friend was paler and had clearly lived a more sedentary life, as evidenced by his slight paunch and smoother face. He looked a little sheepish. My host spoke up.
"We're glad you're here, Soma. We've been wanting to have a man suck both our cocks. Unfortunately, we were playing around before you got here, and my friend shot his load. And you know, at our age, you only get one go. So he'll just watch us, while you get to work on me."
His cock was a bit smaller than mine, but only partially erect. His friend's cock looked like a decent size, but, as I had been warned, it was completely deflated. Neither man shaved his crotch, which didn't surprise me at their age. Their hair seemed to have migrated in large part from their scalps to their crotches. It was bushy and exuded that peculiar musk belonging to those of a certain age.
I leaned over and breathed gently over each cock, then gave each one a kiss on the head. My host's responded as I had expected. His friend's remained shriveled, but gave a small but noticeable twitch when I kissed it. That decided me.
"You both have lovely cocks and I'm looking forward to tasting your cum today. Let's start with you, Sir."
I got on my knees and angled my body so his friend had a view of my ass. I spread my knees to give him full access if he wanted and turned my attention to the host. I rubbed my cheek over his thigh, resting my head there as I held his cock in my hand and started licking it. I sucked it into my mouth and inhaled deeply, enjoying the soapy smell and the slow growth of his cock in my mouth. He stroked my cheek gently while his cock started to respond to my ministrations. I hummed in satisfaction.
