Sean's Birthday Pt. 01

Sean woke up with a hard-on. Duh. It was morning and this was the usual way to feel, though, he admitted, the masturbating had been pathetic and while he would rub one off, it would not really fulfill him. He wanted to be touched. He wanted to be sucked. He wanted have his face buried deep in anything. It was palpable. It was desire.
But today was his birthday. It seemed wrong that he woke up hard with no one to give him a traditional birthday blowjob. The horny texts from chicks too far away to matter, promising redeemable sex at some undecided date in the future just wasn't gonna cut it to make his orgasm any more promising. He hoped the day got better.
A few hours into the day, and a truck drove up to the worksite where Sean had been assigned. It had been slow, and one in a while a second job came in and they moved crews around when needed.
"Get in." an older gentleman with a few day's beard growth shouted the order, and pointed at Sean near the front of the enclosed area. He was wearing an orange vest and the work badge, driving the work truck, so Sean did what he was asked, and jumped in the front next to the driver in the small pickup cab, leaving just enough room for his hand to drop to the seat between them. This was not all that unusual, except Sean noticed immediately that the driver, except for the 5-o'clock shadow, was a little out of place for the usual construction worker type. His hands were clean and his nails were shiny. His shirt was a pressed button-down. He was
wearing khakis with a crease along the front seam. And he smelled good. Like really good. Coffee. Cinnamon. Was that bitter chocolate? Sean adjusted in his seat, and was glad for the oversized vest now hiding his semi hard dick.
"Where to?" Sean asked glancing over at his ride, and looking back at him were piercing green eyes and a sneaky smile, that glanced down Sean's body, stopping at his crotch only long enough to be noticed, before returning his eyes to the road. Taking a slow, deep breath, Sean looked away, only to hear the man release a small laugh at Sean's obvious discomfort.
"Don't worry about that. It won't be painful, unless you want it to be." and he laughed again.
The minutes moved slowly, but the drive was beautiful. The truck headed further into the foothills, breaking into the sunlight above the fog line, as the trees got denser and the light started to slant through to hollows in the thickness.
The driver had been silent, but would look at Sean periodically in an unmistakable lustful way. Every time he did, Sean would adjust a bit so he could look back at the driver, or more correctly at the driver's lap, noticing that his own cock was not the only one in the truck that was enjoying the visual flirtation.
The truck slowed to a stop at a fork in a road.
"Go block off the road behind us. Make sure the detour to the other fork is marked. We need to make sure no one comes up this road for the next few hours, at least."
The driver smiled, and casually dropped his hand on top of Sean's hand, still sitting where it had been on the seat of the truck since Sean had climbed in. There was no mistaking it. It was not an accident. His thumb caressed the back of Sean's hand, and Sean watched as the driver's other hand adjusted the bulge in his own lap.
The driver nodded and removed his hand, opened the door, and got out, motioning for Sean to do the same. He did, and took the cones and signs from the back of the pick up and blocked off the road as he had been directed. From behind, the driver came up right against him just as Sean placed the last sign. Sean was tall, but the other man had maybe batıkent escort half an inch on him, and in boots, it put the man's mouth at exactly Sean's ear. The whisper came, clear as a bell, into
Sean's neck, as a hand reached around to the front of Sean's chest holding a blindfold, "Put it on. Don't say a word." It was backed up with the man's other removing Sean's sunglasses, and a gentle but firm leaning in so Sean knew this man's hard-on had a purpose. Sean complied, and his world was darkened, but all his other senses were suddenly alive.
Guided away from the road, Sean walked a few yards, the man's hands now on his waist and ass, moving him slowly up the grade they had just blocked off. Sean could smell the trees, and the breath of coffee emanating from the man in control not more than a foot away.
Without any warning, the scents and the atmosphere changed. The slope of the ground was leveled out, and the ground became soft. There was a small clink of a creek near by, and the breeze was cooler, and there was a shift in the light to slightly darker on the edges of the blindfold. The scents before of cinnamon and chocolate were replaced with sweet, like lily and pear. The man removed his hands from Sean's hips, and told him firmly to stand where he was and not move. Sean didn't, though the little command in the deepness of the voice made his dick get harder than it had been, possibly harder than it had been in weeks.
In front of him, hands were now removing his vest. They guided his arms out of the holes and then removed his shirt over his head. As the hands worked his belt and released his straining cock, the cooler air hardened his already stiff nipples.
Against his shoulder he felt a wisp of breath. "This won't be painful, unless you want it to be".
Shocked and almost panicked, Sean realized this was a woman's voice, and before he could comprehend, a stronger set of arms he could only imagine was the driver's came around him holding his arms to his sides with a strength he had not imagined in the older gentleman, as the woman now peeling his pants and shoes and socks off completely finished her task.
Still in an almost whisper, the woman voice now down nearer his knees said, "He will only let your arms up if you agree not to remove the blindfold." Sean nodded. He would not touch his face if it meant that this, whatever it was, would continue.
Soft caresses from two sets of hands came along his torso and arms, periodically replaced with firmer pressure of a deep tissue type massage. He did not move except to shift from foot to foot to adjust his balance, and to keep himself from falling over in complete desire. He did not always know who's hands were who's, but when the touching gave way to mouths and tongues, he made himself aware of the change in the shapes and the roughness of the skin surrounding his captors' lips.
The woman licked the tip of his penis first. He knew, which was fine with Sean as the man now had his tongue on the top of his ass cheeks, while firmly holding Sean's hips in place square in the woman's direction. She began to move her mouth down his shaft licking the underside of his erection and bringing her tongue to rest on the softness of his balls she now cupped in her hands.
Sean tried several times to move his arms to her head, urge her physically to take him deeper, but the man kept him pinned each time, stopping his backside nipping long enough to torture Sean to want the tongue returned to his ass cheeks. He acquiesced, and found the resolve to not move so as not to make the pleasure stop.
A change beşevler escort of position happened quickly, and Sean was gently, but without choice, brought to his knees. A tongue was quickly back on his ass, but it was softer and more direct than before, more flitty, and he knew the woman had taken the driver's place, and she moved her hands to cup and spread his ass cheeks wider. Pressure on his inner thighs widened his kneeling, and Sean was easily moved to allow her tongue to now run the length of his crack and land with some determination on his hole.
Sean almost fell forward. As he did, two hands caught him, keeping him upright, and what had only been hinted at before as a bulge in khaki was not brushing Sean's cheek.
Sean did not hesitate, but instead found a way, without his hands, to secure the tip of the other man's cock in his lips. The tongue now devouring his back door made his desire to suck the bulging hard cock even stronger. He pulled the cock deeper into his throat to try to match the depth he was sure the back door lapping was doing to his ass. The taste of the hardness was salty and masculine.
With firm pressure on his shoulders, the driver lowered himself to the ground and brought Sean's mouth with him. Sean's hands were now on the ground in his new doggy position. His backside in the air, the woman began to tongue Sean even deeper, now rubbing one of her hands against his overly strained member, while peeking one of her fingertips into his spit lubed ass.
Sean could not concentrate on which needed more attention. He could feel everything at once and was in heaven at the attention. The cock in his mouth grew even harder as the gentleman began to thrust some, physically encouraging Sean to take it deeper, lap it harder.
A small breeze reached his ass as the woman momentarily pulled away, but quickly replaced her tongue with a rather cool finger circling his anus. Sean could not be sure, but he could feel the lubrication surrounding her digit as she slowly pushed her finger past the tight sphincter to the inner depths of his ass. Sean must have been more excited than he realized at the pressure because all of a sudden there was a hand on the back of his neck, and a firm warning not to bite so hard. He then had his head pushed back onto the cock, as the man raspingly told the woman that Sean needed to have a little more incentive to behave.
The woman giggled, but quickly removed her one finger, and replaced it with two.
Sean had always worried that anal penetration would hurt, and on the few occasions he had allowed it before, it had been closer to an experiment than enjoyment. He was shocked to find out that not only did the two fingers feel divine, but he was pushing back trying to get them deeper, as deep as he was now taking the delicious cock in his throat.
"Is he ready yet, because I want to see it, " the man said, clearly giving some kind of unseen direction to the woman tongue deep in his ass. She must have agreed because a small movement later, and her tongue and fingers were removed, and the pressing of a cold, wet object was there instead. Sean could barely move in the position he was in, but he reached back with one hand to try to figure out just what was being moved into his ass. It was not the driver's cock, as that was still in his mouth, urgently asking to be sucked harder.
His curiosity earned him a sharp smack on the ass cheek and a rough order to put his hand back on the ground. "He needs to be in another position, clearly," came the man's voice, and Sean was quickly turned over on his back and his büyükesat escort knees brought up into the air.
With the cock no longer in his mouth, and the object no longer pressing into his ass, Sean felt vulnerable. "Give the poor boy something to suck on," the driver lamented, and with a brushing move, the woman straddled Sean's face and brought her cunt to his mouth. She smelled sweet and creamy, and slightly of the surroundings he remembered from before, making her seem almost familiar in the flavor of pears and lilacs.
Sean lapped at her pussy and ran his tongue along the lining of her labia before settling in to suck and tongue at her very wet clit. She leaned forward, and her hands resumed the work it had been doing at his ass, the object once again being pressed against his lubed and tongue-worked hole.
The man had taken over stroking Sean's dick, as the very smooth object started to make its way slightly deeper with increasing pressure. In a clearly coordinated effort, the man would suck Sean deep just as the object made progress, stretching bit by bit as Sean's hole allowed. "That glass dildo is perfect for your ass." Sean could hear the man gurgle through the slurping of both his tongue on the woman's clit and the depth of his cock in the man's throat. "I love watching it stretch him. Fuck him!"
Those last intense words sent both Sean and the woman over the edge. She ground her hips against his mouth, moaning audibly for the first time, and pushed the dildo deeper past the opening. Sean felt only intensity and pleasure as his tongue lapped at her, and his cock swelled as it pulsed in the other man's mouth. He could hear the man stroking himself along, and knew he was close to his own climax.
With the dildo now sliding easily in an out of Sean's super lubed dark hole, the penetration moving faster as the woman succumbed to her own passion, and fucked him in earnest. The gentleman moved himself into a position to lick around Sean's ass as the dildo filled him, continuing to stroke both Sean's and his own cock faster.
The woman breathed deeply as she shoved the fake cock in Sean's ass one last time as she let herself go with a massive orgasm brought on with Sean's attention to her clit. This pushed Sean over the top, too, shooting his seed into the stroking hand of the man sucking around the now-still glass dick pressing into his prostate. His orgasm was unstoppable as he heard the man groan and felt the hot liquid of the man's eruption slash against his ass. Sean almost couldn't breath as wave after wave, layer after layer of pleasure engulfed him.
Several minutes went by, as the three lay entangled, spent. Sean had not said a word, but tried to remove the blindfold as the woman and man started to get up still breathing hard. The woman held Sean's hands down and kissed him deeply instead, while the man started to redress him and slid on his shoes. She tasted like her pussy and the man's cock combined. For the first time since it all started, Sean wished he had been able to watch, knowing the driver and the woman must have shared something, too, that he didn't know about. This had him on edge, but in the good way that he knew his next masturbation would be all about picturing the two others together.
With out much fanfare, Sean was lead back to the truck.
The driver leaned over and rubbed Sean neck as he removed the blindfold.
"She arranged all of it by the way. That was fucking hot. You are a lucky man."
Sean was dropped off at his car, not returning to the job site, but somehow knowing that was going to be just fine. The fork in the road had already been cleared before they had left, and the ride back had been sleepy and surreal.
On the seat of his car, when he opened the door, was a box. In it he saw for the first time the glass cock that had taken his ass, along with a bottle of lube. A card in the box said simply "Happy Birthday. Play with me later? Consider your text coupon redeemed." Sean just smiled.