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Geoffrey, Part 5 Geoffrey was the first to recover. He reached down and peeled the condom from his now soft cock and dropped it on the floor beside the bed. Lisa turned and began to lick the rest of his cum from his cock. Freddy and I lay end to end beside her, quietly licking each other’s soft cocks, lapping up any cum that we missed in our moments of greatest excitement. Once cleaned, Geoffrey rose, stood naked at the end of the bed, and gave a big stretch, his back arched, his giant cock, now soft, hidden from our view though his round firm buttocks were pleasurable enough to look at. He gave a shudder, relaxed his muscles and walked into the bathroom. Seconds later we could hear him pissing, the sound of flushing, then he walked to the dresser and returned to the bed with a fresh beer in each hand. He put one to his lips and drank deeply and offered the other to Lisa, but she declined. He held it out in our direction, and Freddy reached up and took it, holding Geoffrey’s hand and the beer together till he could rise from the bed. Still holding Geoffrey’s hand, Freddy drew the bottle to his lips and drank. He reached up with his other arm and stroked Geoffrey’s muscular arm, then placed his hand on Geoffrey’s chest. Geoffrey smiled and sat on the edge of the bed beside us. “No rest for the wicked,” he said, as he grinned at me and reached for Freddy’s now semi-hard cock. Freddy leaned back into me and thrust his hips forward so Geoffrey could get a good handle on his waiting cock and balls. Geoffrey played him like a violin, gently at first, then more firmly, and then quite aggressively. Freddy was moaning now, his head thrown back, his hips thrust forward, his cock rock hard in Geoffrey’s tight fist. Geoffrey worked the cock with one hand, and drank his beer with the other. Then he leaned over and drizzled some of the beer onto Freddy’s throbbing manhood. He leaned down and began to lick it off, his tongue sending shivers of ecstasy through the quivering office clerk. Freddy was on the downhill run to heaven when suddenly Geoffrey stopped pumping his cock. Freddy looked up, exhausted, ready to plead if need be to make Geoffrey continue his lovemaking and see him through to the end. But Geoffrey had other ideas. He was pulling Lisa towards him, fingering her cunt with one hand as he did so. Lisa looked up, surprised, then, realizing what was wanted of her, smiled and shoved her bottom along the bed towards Freddy. Freddy realized too that he was going to get a piece of tail - not what he wanted, perhaps, as he could not tear his eyes away from Geoffrey’s massive soft cock, but any port in a storm. Lisa took Freddy’s stiff moist cock in her hands and pulled on it, forcing him to move closer to her. She reached for another condom and put it on Freddy’s throbbing cock, an easier task, since it was appreciably smaller. Then she leaned over and kissed him full on the lips, sucking his tongue into her mouth - a little trick she had learned just moments before under the expert tutelage of Geoffrey - and Freddy reciprocated, offering his tongue to her. The kiss lasted for several minutes, during which time Freddy’s hands explored Lisa’s hot body. Finding her love hole damp and waiting, he plunged two fingers in and up, and she arched her back and moaned. Only then did she break the kiss and turn her body to lie down, spreading her knees, and drawing Freddy on top of her. “Fuck me,” she ordered. “Shove your meat up my pussy. Give me all you’ve got.” Freddy followed her instructions to the letter, and within seconds his hard six inches was plunging into her pussy, in and out, in and out, and she was sucking on his shoulder, grunting with every downward thrust. Geoffrey crawled over and sat beside me. We both lay there, each propped up on one elbow, sharing the beer he held in his hand, and watched. “I thought you’d like a little live show, Bill,” he said. “You’ve been good to me, and I wanted to return the favor.” He reached his head up and kissed me, not a kiss of passion, but a kiss of friendship, perhaps even of love. We watched as the passion mounted in the two young people on the bed beside us. Lisa had her arms wrapped around Freddy, her head over his shoulder, her knees in the air on each side of his bobbing hips. Freddy had his face buried in the pillow next to her head, his weight born on knees and elbows, his ass rising and falling in that delicious thrusting movement that would soon bring them both to climax. Freddy raced now, and Lisa began that marvelous moaning that told us she was almost there. Spasm after spasm shook her body, and finally, with a great cry of “Unnnnggghhhh!” Freddy shot his load into the condom in her pussy. A few more rapid thrusts, a pause, a few more thrusts, and then he was spent. He fell, sweating, on top of her, gasping for breath. Geoffrey climbed off the bed and fetched another beer. He took Freddy’s hand and placed the bottle in it, then drew the tired boy’s head back, putting the bottle to his lips and Freddy drank deeply. He passed the bottle to Lisa and this time she drank too. Freddy rolled off, peeled off his condom, and lay there beside her. “I told you there was only enough room on this bed for four if we stacked up,” Geoffrey laughed, but pushed a bit more to one side to make room for the exhausted couple. He placed his hand on my thigh near, but not touching, my soft cock and tired balls. He began to draw little circles in the hair on the inside tender part of my leg, not to rouse me, but to caress me in his own way. I knew I loved him like I loved no other in my life. Was he starting to love me, too? Surely not. I was old enough to be his father. Lisa got up and waddled off to the bathroom, leaving the three of us resting on the bed. Freddy rolled onto his side and looked at us. He reached out and touched us both, gently. Then his hand moved along Geoffrey’s body to come to rest on his soft cock. “That’s what I wanted when I came here,” he said. “I wanted your cock. I would have done anything you wanted. I would have jerked you off, or sucked you off, I would even have let you fuck me, if you wanted. I just needed that cock. I still want it.” He looked up at us, Geoffrey, then me. Geoffrey looked at me, too. Was he asking for my permission? “I think he earned it,” I said. Geoffrey smiled. Freddy came alive now, reaching over and taking the soft cock in his hands. He rubbed it all over, pulled the skin back as far as it would go, then back to cover as much of the head as it could before sliding it back to where he found it. He squeezed it, and then leaned over and kissed it, licking up the first pearly drop of precum. Geoffrey turned his body and lay on top of mine, his ass against my stomach, my soft cock sticking out under his. Freddy got the message and divided his attention between the two of us. My cock rose to the stimulation first, and soon it stood, each pulse causing it to tap up against Geoffrey’s balls. Geoffrey’s cock was responding, too, and gradually came to stand at attention, mine rising up a small love tower beneath his massive one. For a moment, I wished I were on top, with Geoffrey’s cock sticking up between my legs. Then, perhaps, they might appear to Freddy to be similar in size and length. Freddy didn’t seem to notice. He lavished attention on both of us, rubbing our cocks together, rubbing our balls together, and sliding our loose skin up and down our shafts together. But as the urgency rose, in him as well as in us, he abandoned me to concentrate on Geoffrey. I slipped out from under my young Adonis and left them to go down the road to Nirvana together. Lisa had come out of the bathroom unnoticed, and when she saw me sacrifice myself for Freddy’s pleasure, she came over and knelt beside the bed and took my cock in her hand. She stroked me as we watched together while Freddy went down on Geoffrey, trying his best to get all twelve inches of hard cock into his mouth. Lisa gently jerked my cock as we watched, Freddy’s head going up and down, up and down. Geoffrey threw his arms up behind his head, shoved his hips up at various intervals of heightened pleasure, and just went along for the ride. Freddy crawled over so he could get a better access to Geoffrey’s cock and, finding his rhythm, proceeded to suck the biggest cock he had ever seen in his life. Lisa had stopped watching, and was concentrating on my cock, using first one hand, then the other, licking each drop of precum that appeared on my moist cock head. I was the only one there with a hood, and she was fascinated by it. She stuck her tongue inside, and licked around, gathering up all the salty, moist cum that dripped from the little eye that sees nothing, yet knows everything a man needs. Geoffrey and I were staring into each other’s eyes, and he was grinning away. Like the kitten who brought home his first mouse to display proudly on the back step, he seemed to be saying, “See? All this is for you!” By now, Lisa had taken my entire cock into her hot mouth. I lay back, Geoffrey lost from my line of vision. I let myself float away as my passion mounted and finally I exploded, my hot cream shooting to the back of Lisa’s sucking throat. I turned my head and saw that Geoffrey had his lips drawn back tightly across his teeth, his eyes staring down at Freddy’s head. I knew he was almost there and I reached over, placing one of my hands on his chest and the other on his abdomen, to share with him the moment of greatest pleasure. A few more in and out movements from Freddy, and then Geoffrey thrust his hips up and grabbed the boy’s head, straining to shoot his load into his mouth. Spasm after spasm racked Geoffrey’s body, and I felt them with my hands, and then he lay still, Freddy quietly and reverently sucking every last drop out of the now softening cock. Finally, he let it slip out of his mouth and lay back, panting. He reached between his own legs and gave his own throbbing cock a few jerks and then a fountain of white cream sprayed up in the air and fell down to land on his own chest. Lisa left me then, and leaned over to lick the heavenly nectar from Freddy’s chest, and lay her head between his hard nipples. “The night’s young yet,” Geoffrey whispered into my ear, our heads close together on the pillow, “and I haven’t forgotten what I promised you in the restaurant.” Then he lay back and rested.