Meanwhile, Lon took advantage of Fred’s distraction, stepping up and plugging his erection into Fred’s partially open mouth. "Now THAT’s cooperation!" he approved.
"Urk!" Fred was taken totally by surprise; the thing was past his lips and teeth before he had a shot at stopping it!
Lon stopped with his glans in Fred’s mouth, but before going any deeper. "It goes without saying that if you bite me, I’m gonna remove all of your teeth with a steel pipe…" he cautioned. "Let’s see how you suck."
Fred was stuck; there wasn’t a damned thing he could do BUT suck, if he wanted to keep his teeth - and maybe his life! He tightened his lips around the invading head of the head bastard’s cock…
"Yeah, that’s it. I bet you’ve done this before…" Lon taunted. Sally snorted. Lon shot her a glance, but returned his attention to Fred, "Okay, let’s move on to face-fucking." He held Fred’s head steady and began to slide his cock in and out of Fred’s captive mouth.
Fred, humiliated, did what he had to do. Yeah, he knew what he was doing - for the basics, anyway. And he’d practiced - recently. This was a lot more personal than a hole in the wall, but the principles were the same…
"Give me some tongue, there, Lover Boy. Make it good, so I stop being pissed off," Lon pressed. Fred did as he was told. "You got great lips for this, you know, Lover Boy? Nice…" Lon taunted. He drove another few strokes through those lips and into the mouth behind them, enjoying the tongue action that Fred set up. "You know, I had to bring my friend along, too — and now he’s doing without. I think you ought to do him, too, don’t you?"
"Mmph!" It was no, with a mouthful.
Lon bore down, feeding more cock than he had to date into Fred’s mouth and back to his gullet. "What was that?"
"GAK!" Fred gagged.
"Don’t puke on me, Lover Boy!" Lon admonished, withdrawing. "What did you say?"
"Please, Man!" Fred whined, trying to get his stomach back down where it belonged.
Lon fed him a length of cock before he could say more. "Please what? Please let you do him?" He went deep again, until Fred started to surge and heave. "Was that what you meant?" He turned to Sally, "Go get a bucket - this might take a while."
"Uh," Fred grunted, struggling for control as the intruder in his throat backed off.
"Talk to me, Lover Boy…" Lon’s voice held a note of warning.
"Urgh … Okay…" Fred grunted around his rising bile.
"Okay, what? Tell me what you want…" Lon pressed.
"Okay! I’ll do him!" Fred gasped.
"That’s mighty kind of you," Lon murmured, mock-magnanimously. He slid his cock back between Fred’s lips. "Go ahead," he nodded to Toby, "Grease him up!"
Fred squealed, loudly, as the hand that had been rubbing his ass started poking at his bunghole. Jeezus! I didn’t mean THAT! his mind flashed in horror.
"Something wrong?" Lon asked, mock-solicitously, "You have a question?"
"Mmm! Mmmm! Yaggh!" Fred tried to talk around Lon’s probe. Lon, of course, made that more difficult by jamming in additional length…
Then Lon withdrew. "Well?" He prompted.
"I didn’t mean … that…" Fred gasped.
"Oh!" Lon made a melodramatic gesture that was going to look great on camera, "We’re imposing, Man! Imagine that?"
Toby just chuckled and probed Fred’s ass with a lubricated finger. This was more fun than anticipated - maybe he had a lot more of Pa in him than he’d previously thought … And Lon - Lon was AMAZING! He chuckled again, shaking his head.
Lon was back to running his cock in and out of Fred’s mouth. "Tell you what," he offered. "I’ll let you pick who opens your ass for business - me or my friend, here. You know what I’ve got, right?" He powered in deep, then backed off. "Of course, you don’t know what my friend has, but that just makes it interesting … What do you think?"
Meanwhile, Toby’s rubber-glove-covered index finger had penetrated Fred to the palm, laying to rest the idea that he might get out of getting his ass fucked. Fred grunted in response to the wiggling finger as Lon withdrew his cock to get his answer. "Uuhhh…"
"C’mon, we ain’t got all day! Want me to go around back?" Lon pressed.
'This dude is packing serious meat, ' Fred thought. "Uuh, him, I guess…"
Lon snorted. "It’s your funeral…" he added for Fred’s benefit while nodding to Toby.
Toby added a second finger to the process of opening up Fred’s asshole. Lon resumed fucking Fred’s face, commenting, "I think the social hour is over for a while. Why don’t you see if you can get a load from me?" Sally came back with a dishpan from Beth’s kitchen; Lon had her place it on the floor between his legs. "Hey, Lover Boy - you don’t deep-throat, do you? Mary does, you know - too bad you missed that…" He started jamming his cock deeper into Fred’s mouth. "Mary, come over here and give Lover Boy some pointers, will you?"
Sally stood up and started trying to come up with something; Lon started bashing Fred’s tonsils with his erection. "Um, well, you’re in a good position…" Sally muttered. "I used to screw up because I didn’t have a straight shot…"
Fred didn’t know which end was up. The bastard fucking his face was going deep, gagging him — and the dude behind him had his asshole in a cramp from the two fingers sawing out of it. On top of that, the silly cunt that got him into this was delivering a lecture on deep throat … Toby withdrew the fingers and Fred, distracted, thought, Thank fucking God for THAT … JEEZUS CHRIST!!! He let out a wail as Toby’s fat glans, rubber-encased, probed his abused sphincter, "MOOOOOO!!!"
Toby had his hands, though, and Lon had his head; Fred couldn’t go anywhere. In fact, when he tried to lunge forward, it was onto Lon’s cock. Lon, grinning, pinned Fred’s head and kept pushing — and Fred howled as cocks forced their way into him form both ends simultaneously.
Toby’s fat glans felt like a fist penetrating Fred’s ass — but Lon’s cock was gagging him to the point that in an unconscious effort at self-preservation, Fred pushed back - and Toby popped through. Fred howled again and surged forward - but Toby was wedged inside, anyway, so all Fred accomplished was another serious poke at his throat. "Swallow!" Sally urged helpfully, "Try not to gag! Let it pass!"
Silly fucking cu-- Fred thought in a fine mix of distraction and exasperation - but then there was a pop, and suddenly his throat was full! He wanted nothing more than to be off the thing, though, and was relieved when the bastard face-fucking him backed that ram of his back out…
"Hey, congrats!" Lon chuckled, then fed Fred his cock again. "Let’s go for two…"
"Uurrk!" Fred tried to argue, but it did him no good; besides, he was distracted by the rubber the dude who was reaming his ass was wearing and the way it was trying to remove the inner ring of his asshole! "Mmmooo! Hegggllp!"
Lon withdrew. "What the fuck?"
"My ass!" Fred panted. "Lube, PLEEEASE!"
"Hey, Man, you’re starting a fire back there!" Lon told Toby. "More lube!"
"Awright." Toby poured some Glide on his rubber-encased cock and smeared it around. "Don’t want it TOO slick…"
Lon chuckled. "He’ll get plenty, anyway, there, Horse Dick." Turning back to Fred, he taunted, "That better, there, Lover Boy? Or should I call you Boy Lover?"
"Yes," got out of Fred’s mouth before the second half of the taunt hit home, and he hung his head, knowing what was coming.
Lon didn’t disappoint — he jumped right on it. "Okay, Boy Lover it is … Here, Boy Lover — suck!" And a cock passed Fred’s lips — again.
The next few minutes were more or less without dialog — Lon and Toby probed Fred from both ends, and Fred made shift to endure it. Lon kept pushing him to deep-throat; Fred gagged and dribbled and salivated and was otherwise distracted from the punishment that Toby was dealing his ass — and Toby WAS punishing it, slamming his heavy cock into Fred’s colon again and again.