It's been a while since I was able to bring Lionel into my room at Mr. Paul's. Since that day, as described in the previous story, the latter has never stopped asking me to bring Lionel back, on a Thursday afternoon, so that he can take care of his little ass, which he has glimpsed . In addition, the frequency of his wife's travels is greater, and he is now alone every Thursday! Busy with my studies, I still made him understand that I will not be able to devote all my Thursday afternoons to him, but it is clear that the frequency will intensify. Finally, after a lot of discussions and last minute cancellations, the long-awaited plan was able to come true. Mr. Paul managed to obtain the presence of Jean-Pierre in accordance with my wishes. I dream of a foursome and that is also one of Lionel's fantasies, who turns out to be even more obsessed than I imagined...Arriving in my room, Mr. Paul immediately introduced himself to us. Quick introductions, Mr. Paul asks us to follow him. We go up, and contrary to usual, we go to the attic, which I had never seen before. It is spring, and despite the rustic nature of the place, the temperature is pleasant. Either way, we're here to warm up! Jean-Pierre is seated on a couch, leafing through a porn magazine. Here again, the presentations are quickly made. It does not escape me that Lionel is the object of all their attention. From there to conceiving a little jealousy... We are asked to get into our underwear. Meanwhile, Mr. Paul and Jean-Pierre dressed up as Adam. We are now standing in front of them, sitting on the couch, looking at each other. What follows is a comparison game which immediately places Lionel, far in front of me, at the level of his little ass. I would be dishonest not to recognize its advantage in this area. Once naked, after having been caressed for a long time through our briefs, I take advantage of my cock, bigger than his! I like to have my underwear pulled down, gently, after having been caressed through the cotton and having had my tail caught in the underwear. The rest is obviously a little confusing in my mind, the years have passed, but I jerked off a lot thinking about that afternoon. Lionel was picked up first. In doggy style position, Mr. Paul took care of his ass while Jean-Pierre presented his beautiful cock to suck. Suddenly, I found myself being a spectator of all this. It was like watching a porn movie, but so much better. Reassured by our two fuckers who told me that my turn would come, I can properly appreciate this long moment. Lionel was even hotter than I imagined. Mr. Paul's ass eating, which I knew was particularly efficient in this area, excited Lionel to the highest point, who moaned with pleasure, when he did not have Jean-Pierre's cock buried deep in his throat. How voracious! Even though I was starting to find the time long, I discovered how horny it is to see a guy getting fucked in front of you. When what's more, we're right next door and we can hear the noise and the smells... Not wanting to be left out, I had the idea of ​​sliding under Lionel, in a 69 position. I could watch at leisure. Mr. Paul sucking his puck, jerking him off. Lionel continued to suck Jean-Pierre. Well open and lubricated, it was Mr. Paul's very stiff cock which presented itself at the entrance to her privacy. The view was awesome. I was closely witnessing Lionel's high, as he reared up to better respond to Mr. Paul's desires. Very quickly, Mr. Paul put his cock all the way in, which did not fail to make Lionel moan very loudly. It's an understatement to say that he played the slut well and this contributed greatly to a very energetic filing.He was shaken like a plum tree, and he could no longer suck Jean-Pierre, the latter preparing to take over... What an incredible feeling to see Mr. Paul's seed fall into my wide open mouth, at the moment when he removed from Lionel's ass. A few slaps on his buttocks announced the rest, and Jean-Pierre's superb cock appeared in all its beauty from below in front of me. The caliber of Jean-Pierre, and I know what I'm talking about, is nothing comparable to that of Mr. Paul. However, Jean-Pierre was not kind to Lionel, because he pushed him in, all the way, in just three blows. What can we say about Lionel's cries? This was, without a doubt, at the beginning of the cries of pain, but Jean-Pierre was not particularly sensitive to it. On the contrary, it seemed to excite him more and he was even rougher in his attacks. He knew what he was doing, because very quickly, the cries of pain gave way to a long moan that had all the makings of enjoyment. When we say 'again', 'yes' and finally 'fuck me hard', there is no longer room for doubt and Jean-Pierre was completely receptive to the message, pounding it like crazy. I had slipped out from under it and was watching the scene with fascination. How beautiful a little young guy is who cums while being fucked by a mature guy. Returned to his back, Jean-Pierre kissed him again for a long time while Lionel seemed on another planet. I had presented him with my cock to suck, but he seemed incapable of doing more than being the recipient of a regular ass stuffing. Mr. Paul had been missing for a while. Jean-Pierre was obviously having fun with Lionel, but he told me that he was saving his juice for my ass. He ordered me to lie down next to Lionel and prepare myself as best I could with my fingers and gel. For once, I was not going to benefit from the preparation of my washer by Mr. Paul and that scared me, because Jean-Pierre's cock is of a size which deserves to be well dilated first. Jean-Pierre took a break with Lionel, and he was instructed to finger me as much as possible to fully dilate me. It was a delicious moment. Lionel was very considerate and was keen to put three fingers in me, well inserted, with a good dose of gel. He knew how important it was, and for good reason! This session lasted as long as it took, Jean-Pierre wanting to let us both have fun too. Mr. Paul, who returned, was not to be outdone, providing wise advice to open me up as much as possible. And Lionel knew how to apply the advice given very well!The caliber of Jean-Pierre, and I know what I'm talking about, is nothing comparable to that of Mr. Paul. However, Jean-Pierre was not kind to Lionel, because he pushed him in, all the way, in just three blows. What can we say about Lionel's cries? This was, without a doubt, at the beginning of the cries of pain, but Jean-Pierre was not particularly sensitive to it. On the contrary, it seemed to excite him more and he was even rougher in his attacks. He knew what he was doing, because very quickly, the cries of pain gave way to a long moan that had all the makings of enjoyment. When we say 'again', 'yes' and finally 'fuck me hard', there is no longer room for doubt and Jean-Pierre was completely receptive to the message, pounding it like crazy. I had slipped out from under it and was watching the scene with fascination. How beautiful a little young guy is who cums while being fucked by a mature guy. Returned to his back, Jean-Pierre kissed him again for a long time while Lionel seemed on another planet. I had presented him with my cock to suck, but he seemed incapable of doing more than being the recipient of a regular ass stuffing. Mr. Paul had been missing for a while. Jean-Pierre was obviously having fun with Lionel, but he told me that he was saving his juice for my ass. He ordered me to lie down next to Lionel and prepare myself as best I could with my fingers and gel. For once, I was not going to benefit from the preparation of my washer by Mr. Paul and that scared me, because Jean-Pierre's cock is of a size which deserves to be well dilated first. Jean-Pierre took a break with Lionel, and he was instructed to finger me as much as possible to fully dilate me. It was a delicious moment. Lionel was very considerate and was keen to put three fingers in me, well inserted, with a good dose of gel. He knew how important it was, and for good reason! This session lasted as long as it took, Jean-Pierre wanting to let us both have fun too. Mr. Paul, who returned, was not to be outdone, providing wise advice to open me up as much as possible. And Lionel knew how to apply the advice given very well!The caliber of Jean-Pierre, and I know what I'm talking about, is nothing comparable to that of Mr. Paul. However, Jean-Pierre was not kind to Lionel, because he pushed him in, all the way, in just three blows. What can we say about Lionel's cries? This was, without a doubt, at the beginning of the cries of pain, but Jean-Pierre was not particular ...

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