"What's the deal with you two?"

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(Mature content)

The leather bound wrists feel uncomfortable under his back, as Simon is pushed back onto the bed, now facing Dexter, who was once again hovering over him. He adjusts his position a little to ease the dig into his lower back, but the actions Dexter is now displaying provide a welcome distraction. 

Finally! He is removing those tight black jeans. They are being coaxed down his thighs, teasingly slow. Simon wanted to shout out a plea to hurry and show him the desirable goods, but had to physically use his teeth to clamp his mouth closed from inside. Not a word was to be spoken. 

Simon glances over to the stranger on the chair. He could see the man's gaze transfixed on every action his escort was doing. His hand massages slowly between his legs. The palm glides up and down on the underside of his clothed penis. Simon thought his mind may combust with the visual overstimulation he was getting from the pair. 

"Hey, eyes on me." A hand is taken to Simon's jawline, his face guided to look at the man above. Dexter was now completely unclothed. His member was as firm as a pole, all inviting and appetising as it resided inches from Simon's face as Dexter got comfortable on Simon's chest. Simon wanted nothing more than to reach out and touch the prize on which he had paid for, but the subconscious pull of his wrists against the constraints of the belt, quickly reminded him of his part in this play. 

Dexter shifts forward, just enough that his tip now brushes against Simon's lower lip, it leaves a salty drop to rest there and as if instincts were taking over, Simon opens his mouth as if he were a hungry bird in a nest wanting a taste of the juicy fat worm. Dexter guides his hardening penis into the inviting mouth, warm and wet against the sensitivity of his skin. He slowly guides himself in, just enough that the watering mouth as Simon's sucks his length. "That's right. Nice and wet." Dexter praises as the evident saliva created by Simon's watering mouth leaves a nice wet dick for Dexter to play with. 

He withdraws, with the male on the bed straining his neck forwards to hang onto every last moment of this oral pleasure, for as soon had it invaded his mouth, it is gone. 

Now with a hand wrapping around his own member, Dexter begins to tighten the hold. He applies just enough pressure near the head with his fingers as his hand now slips up and down his slick penis.

As Jack looks on, he finds his breath take in a quick gasp at the actions Dexter was pursuing. It instantly took Jack back to that moment on his bed when they were just 18. That first time he had seen Dexter hard and exposed, knowing he shouldn't look but not being able to resist as they watched porn on Dexter's phone. 

All Simon can do is gaze in awe as Dexter masturbates over him, humming out his pleasures as he works himself up. "Mmm Yeah, that feels so good." He again momentarily looks at the male under him. Simon's mouth was desperate to feel that thick member go deep inside, but he noticed the escort's gaze once again gravitating towards the chair in the corner of the room, the breathy inhale noticed. There was definitely something going on between these two men. 

"Permission to speak." Simon suddenly says, making Dexter look at Simon with amusement. 

"Permission granted." Dexter says, slowing down his actions a little. 

"What's the deal with you two? Is he paying too, because he seems to be getting more of your attention than me." Simon sulks, under protest. "I want exclusive rights." 

"Are we jealous Simon?" Dexter smiles at his words. "Who's naked body am I resting on huh?" 

"Well…mine…" 

"And Who's gonna drink this cock dry with their pretty mouth any minute soon?" 

Simon groans at the words he is hearing. "Fuuck…please let it be me." He begs. He didn't want to lose this opportunity to the other guy, who still sat there fully clothed as if he was an invigilator. Well…a highly aroused invigilator. 

"So just do as you are told, ok?" Dexter commands as he once again administers the strokes upon himself. But he still can't resist the glance to the chair. Jack was smiling at the power Dexter had over the man. It seemed he had that about him. Always had. That 'my wish is my command' approach. People just seemed to obey.

"Look at that. You have made him happy." Dexter says with pleasure at how Jack was looking at him. "I guess you have earned a reward." 

Dexter now focuses solely on the actions of his hand, working up a steady rhythm, the action getting faster and faster as Simon felt Dexter's thighs tense either side of his ribs. "Open up!" He demands as he stares down at the client who seemed to be waiting for this moment as Dexter feeds his hot penis into the males mouth, ready and waiting. 

No sooner has the head pushed past those opening lips, Dexter begins to come. "Aah ahh yeah. Take it " he moans, as he watches the male below him begin to choke on the expected yet untimely ejaculation of semen into his waiting mouth. 

Dexter begins to push his penis in deeper, nearly all the way now as Simon continues to suck and swallow amidst chokes and gags. Simon relishes it all. It's what he wanted, what he craved. How did a man he hardly knew, know what he desired better than he knew himself? 

Finally the oral pleasure is over, with Dexter withdrawing, leaving Simon a total mess as cum and saliva slowly trickled down the corners of his mouth. He gives Simon a cheeky pat on his face as a means of saying 'well done' as he sits back and slowly gets up from straddling the male. 

Simon looks at Dexter confused. "Hey, is that it? I'm still rigid." He gestures to his own hardness standing to attention with his head. 

Dexter looks at the cock in need, then looks at Jack sitting on the chair. He looked a little flustered. His penis pressing so tight against the zipper of his trousers, it was becoming torturous. He walks over to him, straddling Jack's lap and begins slowly grinding his naked body against his clothed one. He leans in, holding Jack either side of his head, he kisses the male passionately before pulling away. He looks into Jack's eyes, so full of desire and he smiles. "How about it?" He says. 

"How…how about what?" Jack mumbles, still feeling so on edge with tense emotion that he couldn't even think straight. 

Dexter grins widely as he leans in to Jack's right ear and whispers, "How about you join us?"