I downed a glass of bourbon before strolling to Greg's home.  I had on a football jersey, jeans, and sneakers over white socks.  My hair was still wet, so I put on a baseball cap as I walked out onto my front porch.  

I made it to Greg's place two minutes later.  His front door was wide open.  I entered and closed it behind me.  I went straight to the theater room.  They were both already there.  Some candles partially illuminated the room.  Greg, in a tight pair of grey boxer briefs and a white t-shirt, stood before his giant television screen flipping through the cable channel options.  Colton, wearing only black briefs, was bent over and rummaging through a bag at his feet.  

I slipped into the room without a word and sat in the club chair Greg must have moved near the two recliners as an option for me.  I propped my feet onto the matching ottoman and eased back.  Greg found the movie he wanted, a spoof about a co-ed resort tormented by a bigfoot-like creature with a bare ass.  Strange shit, but okay.  He clicked the play button, sat in one of the recliners, and motioned for me to sit beside him.  I shook my head.  I preferred the club chair, which was about five feet away from him at a perpendicular angle so I could see everything.

Colton grinned, vigorously shook my hand, and held my grip several seconds too long.  His thick dark hair stood straight up in a spiked style.  His mustache was thicker now than it was during the 5K race and he had grown more stubble along his jawline and strong chin.  In the dark, his features looked even more intense.  His body was mostly smooth, though he had some visible hair on his upper chest, lower legs, and forearms.  A bit uncomfortable with his glare, I looked away from Colton toward Greg.  Greg took off his t-shirt and pulled his boxer briefs down, off his ankles, and threw them toward a corner.  

Colton kept his briefs on.  He pulled a pair of handcuffs from a bag on the floor and stood before Greg.  My first assumption was that the cuffs had to be toys.  I couldn't imagine Greg trusting him enough to fiddle around with bondage.  But the handcuffs looked real.  The metal was thick and reflected the candlelight.  Greg rose to his feet, turned his back to Colton, put his wrists together behind his lower back, just above his buttocks, and Colton snapped the cuffs on.  Greg returned to his chair and Colton started the show.

Greg leaned back on his headrest and halfway closed his eyes.  Colton crouched at his feet, maneuvered between Greg's knees, and poured massaging oil from a nondescript bottle into his palm.  Colton started at Greg's shoulders, rubbing the oil in with hearty motions, moving down his arms, torso, and legs.  I could smell the oil, which had a sweet almond scent, and it created a smooth sheen on Greg's skin.  

When Colton reached Greg's feet, he sucked his big toes while massaging the arches and heels of each foot.  That drove Greg crazy and he murmured his approval.  Colton glanced at me while Greg's foot was partway in his mouth.  I had one reaction.  I lifted off my ball cap and set it on my armrest.  

Colton returned his gaze to Greg's face and the toe slipped out of his mouth.  Colton lifted Greg's legs, folding them upward so that Greg's knees pressed against his chest, fully exposing all of his genitals.  From another bottle, this time a slender silver bottle, Colton squeezed out drops of transparent gel and lubricated the index finger of his left hand.  Greg whimpered as Colton's fingertip taunted his rectum, circling it clockwise and counter-clockwise before creeping inside.  Colton used the fingers of his right hand to tickle Greg's balls as his left index finger probed further inside, a centimeter at a time.  

I squirmed in my chair.  This, the anal play, I had not expected, either.  It was clear to me they had done this before, though Greg had not even hinted at it.  I squirmed some more.  I wondered if Greg was in pain, as I sure would have been, but his whimpering continued.  I kept watching.  Colton's finger was now going in and out, pushing in slowly and twisting in rotating angles on the way back out.  

Colton lubricated his finger again and invaded Greg's anus more determinedly.  Colton stretched upright so he could reach Greg's chest with his right hand.  He licked the tip of Greg's cock until Greg begged him to put it in his mouth.  Colton slid his finger deep inside Greg's butt and lowered his mouth onto his erection.  Greg's head swayed to his side in ecstasy.  I couldn't see his mostly closed eyes, but I imagined they were rolling into the back of his head.  

I got so stiff from this spectacle that I had to adjust my jeans from pinching my growing dick.  Colton was bobbing up and down on Greg, sometimes with fury, sometimes in slow motion.  Greg's reaction, however, was what really turned me on.  I had never seen him like this.  Nothing close.  Still watching them, I unzipped, popped my boner through the slit of my boxers, and stroked.  

Colton moved lower, to Greg's balls, spinning them around in his mouth, one by one.  His left index finger was still inside Greg and his right hand jacked him with bullish motions.  When Colton somehow stuffed both of Greg's hefty testicles in his mouth, Greg hollered out his assent and Colton jerked him at hyper speed.  Moments later, Greg yelled and fired at least a dozen spasms of his sperm, some of it landing on his abdomen and some of it trickling down onto Colton's face.

Slowly, Colton released Greg from his mouth, one ball at a time.  Instead of wiping his face clean, he shot a look at me and saw my dick in my hand.  I let go of myself, but didn't hide.  Colton waved me over to sit beside Greg.  I shook my head.  

"Mike," Greg said.  His voice was calm but determined.  "Get your pretty little ass over here." 

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