The Fucking Machine on the Billiard Table

It literally breaks me apart. I let out loud, but completely inarticulate sighs. I really didn't think it could fuck me so long, hard, and powerfully. From the front, Toni approaches me, offering me his still erect cock to take in my mouth. Without hesitation, I did it. His head bends down and he catches my cock and puts it in his mouth. He grips it tightly at the base. I'm going to go crazy from pleasure while Marin is still going at it. It took him a long time to finish too. A torrent of sperm in my ass

It's the first day of my late summer vacation! Oh, how that rings in my ears. After everyone at the company has paraded through and has already returned sunburned from the sea, descended from the hills, and recovered from the Zagorje wine cellars, my five minutes have come. Despite not being an early riser, leaving the city long before dawn surprises me with a surprisingly cheerful mood. Ah, what good things the mere thought of the sun, sea, beach, and... does to a person. I sneak out of the apartment with carefully chosen pieces of clothing based on the principle: the less, the better.

My style is ascetic minimalism. I toss something into the trunk. I sit in my old, worn-out but reliable Japanese cart. Over time, we will change them too, but from my first paycheck and some tips from a few months ago, there wasn't much choice. There is no traffic on the roads, so I quickly arrive at the magical Split. Just a few more hours and I'll find myself on Brač. The island that is this year's global tourist hit. I laugh at myself with the thought that I'm not too bad either, but I'd rather hear that from someone else's mouth. I've just started living the life I love. I'm still soloing, so even a solitary vacation doesn't weigh me down.

At the port - a crowd. Unusual for this time of year, although the bustling of people and cars cramming into large steel ship containers delights me. It's becoming increasingly likely that I will meet a new face on that paradise island that will brighten my week of vacation. I will have the opportunity to choose. Around ten, I enter the lower deck. The hustle and bustle on the decks, from which a pleasant view of Split's ancient sights bursts forth.

A group of younger Germans loudly comments on their automotive heroes, trying to guess which house one of the Schummacher brothers might buy. Wow!, I say loudly and continue to myself, Ralfi doesn't look bad at all! It reeks of gasoline, maybe I'm mistaken in that judgment, but that gossip really amused me. I should soon save some money for some Split real estate if the story is true that Schumi will be here. I'm a good mechanic, and if he's still into young and handsome guys, I'll be in his team in a few months. It was obvious that I was not saying those words to myself, as I thought, because they asked me confusedly: Was zagte? Luckily, I've picked up some talent for foreign languages over time, especially German, because my goal, if things don't improve, is to go for "temporary work for good" in those parts, and I sweetly replied to them in my native tongue: fuck you! I don't know if they understood those words, but my intention was to stuff their young mouths with my cock.

But, it's neither the time nor the place, and those Germans are so fucking perverse compared to our guys; they are obviously born that way. In those thoughts of serving Ralf both orally and anally and in every other way, our ship was plowing through the sea. Soon I had to interrupt yet another boyish dream because it was time to disembark. Just as we boarded, the ship spat us out at the dock. Slowly. Pedestrians wandering slow down traffic, and they go who knows where. Pushing past the pedestrians, I comment: mmm, what nice asses! Many of them raise their hands high. And I, since I can choose, do just that.

In scanty shorts, a faded sleeveless shirt, a tattooed upper arm raises in the air. A promising baby face. I slow down, intoxicated by the developed sweetness of the hot, well-built boy.
- To Brač? - the young man calls out, and I sarcastically comment:
- It can be to uncle and to brother and to...
I slap my hand on the dusty seat of my car, giving him a clear signal to sit next to me. The happy-faced guy does just that, and in an instant, we find ourselves on the island road to Brač.
- The island is beautiful! - I said to start, just enough to start a conversation about the natural beauties and landscapes, using my somewhat perverse side of personality to slow down the driving so I can gaze at his muscular legs.

At first, and later I raise my gaze to the higher parts, until I find myself staring into his beautiful mouth and sparkling eyes. All this time, I talk about the island's natural beauties.
- I'm in no hurry - the young man says, and almost parrot-like repeats it from time to time.
He resembles me a bit in appearance and build, and it seems to me that we are about the same age.
- Damn, hey, come on, tell me where there is something to see, is there a crowd where to go out - I cheerfully bark, slapping him with my powerful palm on his hot and firm thighs, wanting to feel the firmness of his body.
- Oh, there is! - the young man replies, slapping me with the palm of his heavy hand and adds. - I'm Toni!
- Fuck you, Goran! - I reply, laughing like a whore.
Toni looks at me and bursts out laughing, and after he smiles with his virgin white teeth, he suggests we stop at a nearby café along the way and have a drink; which I gladly accepted.
- Sure, sure, although I prefer sex without an audience - we continued to laugh for a while longer.

We parked, went outside, had a drink, talked about various things, and returned to the car. At that moment, Toni was already visibly excited, although I was not lagging behind in those visible signals either. In fact, we often played billiards alternately in the café, exchanging lustful glances. As far as that was concerned, everything was ready for fucking, but... We didn't sweeten anything, nor did we openly talk about those things that it was already time for a screw, we just looked at each other like real men, macho, but lustfully and passionately. Such talk excited both of us. The game. And the game was dark in vocabulary. We both commented in the café about the handsome waiter who, passing by the tables, swayed his ass so sexily while serving coffee. And his face, hairstyle, sweat-drenched forehead... Oh!

So, even now that we know more or less everything about each other and are ready to continue the journey, we are still not on "you" about those sexual things. We get into the car. I start the engine, and Toni raises his hand and slaps me again, saying:
- Drive, master!

I looked at him, but I could no longer resist and instead of putting it in reverse, I gently grabbed him by the crotch. He flinched and said:

- Sorry, and I was prepared for it to be rough - and smiled.
I said nothing, although I was drenched in sweat at the thought that I had made a wrong move and that the guy wasn't gay. I felt relief only at the moment when I felt his hand on my cock. Unfortunately, not on it bare but on the shorts, which were about to explode. In an instant, my other hand flew. I grabbed him tightly by the shoulders and pulled him close to me. He lowered himself, and I hovered over him, shoving my tongue into his wide-open mouth.

- I've been fucking one of my good friends for a while now; we almost live together. We fuck every day - he started the story as we dangerously approached the place itself.

All this time, we were mutually groping. Our hands were sometimes on the shorts over which we were mutually touching cocks, sometimes slipping under sweaty shirts up to the chest where we were pulling on each other's nipples, almost to the point of pain. Then, while driving slowly, we touched each other's crotches, thighs, knees again. From the moment we entered the place, Toni became my good guide dog, and we first visited my hotel, and then I drove him to his house. Since he himself suggested that the mere thought of a threesome excites him just as much as it does me, we agreed to meet at dusk in one of the cafés where he would drop by with Marin. After exchanging mobile numbers, we parted peacefully with a mutual promise not to jerk off when we get to our rooms. It was hard for me to keep that promise, given that you never know how much honesty and desire there is to keep agreements about the meetings themselves. Usually, you take it now and immediately, and that's it, whatever happens next...

Half past six, seven. I think about the upcoming meeting with Toni and his friend Marin. Time is still passing slowly. A few times during the day, I visited the place described to me for our meeting, hoping he would be there, so maybe we would wear ourselves out earlier. Yet at half past seven, it's time to go. I went just as scantily, maybe now even more scantily dressed than I was that morning in the car. Approaching the meeting place, even from a distance, despite the hustle and bustle, I spotted Toni with his friend. That must be his boyfriend! It was just like that. Oh, I felt like shoving my tongue down the little one's throat before shaking his hand; but local customs dictate...

We had a few drinks, standing on our feet, a little separated from the other guests, just enough to discuss topics of mutual interest without almost anyone hearing our conversation. What someone likes, who loves what, how someone would want, and who dreams about what, we managed to throw over our lips. A ton of heavy material. From him, of course, we hardened even more. Marin has the hottest ass that could be found on Brač. I'm interested not only in his ass, but I hope that both Toni and I will continue with that story we started in the car. Panoramic strolling around, the boys showed me all the sights of the small tourist town, especially those places where you go to catch someone or where couples go for a night of debauchery.

Of course, we didn't pay much attention to such places, but waited for the dark night to step into a special world of sexual pleasures under the cover of darkness. The reason for this was more than prosaic. We couldn't decide who would be with whom and how, although I would be fine with any arrangement, and I didn't push too hard so as not to offend the hosts. The idea fell that we should sneak into the basement of Marin's house and first, in a friendly manner, play a game of billiards, and whoever loses takes off their pants and submits their ass to the mercy of the other two. I was really excited about that kind of roulette. I openly asked how much of that billiard stick anyone could take inside? Our answers were quite adventurous, although the conclusion boiled down to the well-known phrase - we'll figure it out!

- Hey, wait a minute? What agreement, that doesn't count! Only one rule applies - that fate is in the balls, and it is in our power to somewhat influence that course of events - I shouted almost in anger.
That lottery excited me. Shortly thereafter, we entered the large yard of an even larger house. We also entered the basement. Damn, this is not the space I usually know as such. Dark, cold, and damp. It's actually a beautifully decorated underground apartment immune to nuclear war, with carefully selected examples of furniture. Marin leads us from room to room, explaining how this is his little paradise and that nothing can be heard outside, no matter how much noise there is. That's important. In the last corner of that world, about 400 square meters, in a larger room in the corner, there is a small bar. A few bar stools, and in the middle of the room - a billiard table!

Marin turns on the light that illuminates only the table. We grab the cues and start the game. Since we didn't want to play endlessly, we play for the first win. And... I lost! I, who has never been fucked. Admittedly, that's my little lie; there has been everything, but somehow I prefer the more active, masculine role in life. I dramatically throw down the cue, cursing to myself. At that moment, I see a sad look in Marin's eyes, given that he himself played so poorly just to be the first one fucked by the two of us. It seems that I wasn't the only one who flopped in that game. We undressed, and when I thought we would now go to another room, Toni cynically tossed to me, tapping the cue on the billiard table.

- Here, chick, here! - I sincerely thought that the table would collapse under our weight, Marin, that sweet black boy, tossed that it was made just for that purpose, to be a fucking machine, and that the game was just a ruse that hides the original purpose.

I stood on the table. Naked. My cock was already hard, in fact, it had been hard before, but since they were going to fuck me first, it somehow proudly stood up... Toni was the first to start exploring, and he pressed my cock with the billiard cue. He caresses my balls with it. While doing that, he grabs Marin by the hair and brings his head closer to my cock. Marin writhes, whether from the pulling or from the longing to be the first to lick my cock, and he gets to work. Toni shows him with the cue what to do, and he faithfully executes the orders. He shoved it all the way into his mouth. I started moving my ass and fucking the little one in the mouth.

- Enough! - Toni shouted, and struck Marin on the ass with the cue.
My cock slipped out of Marin's warm mouth. Toni ordered me to turn around, to lower myself on my elbows on the table, and to give my ass to Marin, who would lick it. And so it was. Shortly thereafter, when I completely relaxed, I felt a dull stab in my ass. I clenched my teeth to the end, then opened my mouth wide, letting out a painful scream. Toni thrust his hot pulsating cock into me in one thrust. He pulls it out slowly, then thrusts it again, then pulls it out...
- You thought you would be fucking us, my friend. It seems that today is not your day and that luck was not on your cock's side - he squeezes through his teeth, intensifying the thrusts.

At that moment, he struck me hard on the ass so that I jumped. The guy is fantastically breaking me apart. The thrusts are getting stronger and more violent. Of course, Marin is nearby and he too is trying to get pleasure with his cock. Toni is hysterically cumming. I don't touch myself. Although I'm full and tense as a gun. I feel sperm inside me. I've never been so fucked. Toni falls off me, but still holds me tightly by the ass with his hands. At that moment, I feel another hot cock at the entrance to my hole. Now, because billiards wanted it, Marin enters!

- That's it, baby - I moan as Marin skillfully penetrates my intimacy.
It literally breaks me apart. I let out loud, but completely inarticulate sighs. I really didn't think it could fuck me so long, hard, and powerfully. From the front, Toni approaches me, offering me his still erect cock to take in my mouth. Without hesitation, I did it. His head bends down and he catches my cock and puts it in his mouth. He grips it tightly at the base. I'm going to go crazy from pleasure while Marin is still going at it. It took him a long time to finish too. A torrent of sperm in my ass. At the same time, I came too.

Toni just licked himself, swallowing my thick love nectar. We lay on the billiard table for a long time, naked and powerless, until Toni said, addressing Marin:
- Little one, now it's your turn to have all your wishes come true. To have two cocks blow your ass at the same time! - at that, Marin was already lying on his back on the billiard table, and Toni and I were pounding him from behind.
Until morning. Who caught whom. But all three asses pulsed in the same, beautiful fucking rhythm.