The Crystal Rainbow

By: Hank Horne
(© 2019 by the author)

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Chapter 3
Part I — Lodge Guests from Africa
 

One beautiful afternoon, a Lincoln Town car pulled up to the Lodge’s unloading space.  A big, good looking man was driving.  He got out, took a wheelchair from the trunk and brought it around for another, slightly older man to take a seat in it.  When they got inside, the driver asked if the resort had a reservation for Dr. Thaddeus Abangui.

Hassan was on the desk and pulled up the record instantly.  “Doctor Thaddeus  Abangui, first floor, two queen beds in the room, handicapped accessible.  Yessir, your room is ready.  If you will fill this out while I swipe your card, Viktor will show you to your room.”

The driver explained what was happening to the older man – in sign language.  Hassan was able to read part of what was being said.  The older man asked if “Gerald Richards” were here.  Hassan signed that “Grant Richards” was at home up the road.  Then he remembered that Grant’s first name was “Gerald.”  He signed that he would call him and let him know that Dr. Abangui was asking for him.  Just then the phone rang and Dr. Abangui signed that it was “Gerald” calling.

As that was going on at the Lodge, up at the Residence, Grant was in his office and Jamal appeared.

“Sorry for interrupting, Master Grant.  There are two black men at the Lodge who are asking for you.  One is in a rolling chair and uses signs to talk, like your sister and her husband do.”

“Doctor Abangui and his nephew!”  Grant picked up the phone and called the front desk.  “Victor, would you put Doctor Abangui’s nephew on the phone, please? (pause) Phil, why didn’t let me know you were coming?  I don’t have the gift Thad has.”

“Hello, Gerry! It’s great to hear your voice,” Phil Abangui said.  “Even Thad wasn’t absolutely certain it would be you who was here.”

“Well, now you two can just come up here and stay with us here,” Grant replied.

“One of the things we want to do here is get some reading from your guests and staff and we have one of the handicapped accessible rooms with two beds, since we don’t actually sleep in the same bed,” Phil explained.  “We’ll be right in the middle of all the people coming and going and skinny-dipping in the pool and the beach.”

“That’s fine and you will be my guests as long as you are here.  Everything you need will be covered by the Lodge and me.  And there will be no arguments from either of you!” Grant emphasized. 

“Thank you, Gerry.  Thad just told me you would say that.”  Both Phil and Grant laughed at that.  Hassan looked amazed!

“Would you two consider having dinner with me up here this evening?” Grant asked.

“Thad nodded his head.  He’s reading you – loud and clear.  What time?”

“Come on up whenever you want to and we can visit.  Dinner is usually served at 6:30. Hassan can give you the directions to get here.  It’s the castle just north of where you are now.”

“Castle?” Phil asked.

“A small castle.  It’s just the overall shape of the residence which is hexagonal.  Does either of you have any food allergies?”

“Nah.  We’re good with almost anything.  Consider – we are from the Central African Republic and have adapted to American ways since we’ve been here.  Especially chitlin’s!” Phil joked.

“You’re a badass!” Grant teased.  “Tell Thad I’m anxious to see him – and you too, you big muscle stud! Later!” 

When Grant hung up the phone, Jamal informed him that Chef Emil had been told about the two guests for dinner.  “The alcove will be arranged for four people.”

“One of the guests will be in a wheelchair so we’ll only need three chairs.”

“It will be done, Master — I mean, Grant!” Jamal smiled as he disappeared.

About 5:15, Grant got a call from Fabio letting him know that the guests had left the Lodge for the Residence.  The car parked at the ramp leading to the front door.  Grant and Majid went out to greet the guests.  They got a big hug from each of the men, then led them inside.  As with every other guest who has visited the “Castle,” these two were overwhelmed by the lavish interior.  They ended up going out to the sunroom where Vinicio served drinks and appetizers to everyone.  Thad and Grant carried on their conversation in AMSLAN (American Sign Language) while Phil and Majid chatted together.

An hour later, Grant suggested they move to the casual dining room.  After they were settled in the alcove and dinner had been served, Thad got a puzzled look on his face. Who are these men who work for you?  I cannot read any of them, he signed.  They have no aura, no soul!

Grant and Majid looked at each other, concerned.  They wondered if they had been “found out.” 

I could read only one of the men at the Lodge, the one who is manager.  The others have no energy, Thad signed.  Only you three in this room have energy to read. I get nothing from these other men. Why?

I don’t know, Grant replied in signs.  He glanced again at Majid. 

Majid instantly spoke to Armand mentally.  ‘Can you two do something?’

Thad looked at Majid.  Who are you talking to?  Thad signed.

“I was on my Bluetooth communicator to one of our men who might explain why their energy is not coming through to you,” Majid said as he tapped the device in his ear, while Phil signed for his uncle.

Dylan came from where he was sitting and signed and spoke for everyone.  “Can I help you some way, sir?”

Dr. Abangui signed he was not getting any energy reading for the men in the dining room.

Dylan replied, “May I touch you?”

Dr. Abangui nodded his head and Dylan took his hand. The expression on Thad’s face did a one-eighty — from concern to glee.

Dylan explained that their energies come from proximity rather than a general radiation to everyone.  “We can keep our energies to ourselves and only when we come in contact with someone would we release them.  However, our sexual energies can be released for greater distances when we will it.  This was part of our early training as sexual beings.  If you are so inclined, I can make myself totally irresistible to all of you, even to the point of having orgasms without touching any of you.”

Thad saw a clear red halo appear around Dylan’s head, then the aura spread down the rest of his muscular body, and finally extended to the tip of his impressive erection.  Soon the psychic began to feel the start of an erection, himself and then a climax erupted in his pants as he shook all over.  Everyone in the room heard the moaning coming from his throat.  Phil sat spellbound at his uncle and best friend’s reaction.  He felt the sexual energy coming from Dylan but the urge to ejaculate was not nearly as strong as Thad’s.

Dylan turned and looked at Majid.  The Kurd looked directly at Dylan and sternly told him, “Don’t … you … dare!” 

Everyone in the dining room convulsed in laughter.  Then the staff stood and began shaking their ‘booties’ and singing “I’m Too Sexy.”  They all were totally naked, as usual, and their impressive erections were swinging in rhythm.  Dylan was shaking his buns right next to the table while signing.  The phenomes the men were exuding were beginning to affect everyone at the table.  Erections became obvious on the other three men who were clothed.  At the end of the song, all the energies ceased immediately, but the erections remained.  Even Phil was impressed with the enormous cocks, and his is huge! 

After dinner Grant, Majid and their two guests went down to the lower level.  They got to see the orgy room and looked through the aquarium into the indoor pool.  Then they went over to the workout room.  This evening, Ryan and Gerhard were going to wrestle for the visitors. 

Thad was hoping they would give him some essence for a reading, and they didn’t disappoint him.  As the two wrestlers locked onto each other on the mats, their energy became very obvious to the deaf, wheelchair-bound psychic.  The wrestlers each became obsessed with winning the match and topping his opponent.  They struggled to take the other to the mat. 

Ryan released one hand from Gerhard’s shoulder and moved it to his opponent’s groin.  He picked Gerhard up and dropped him to the mat.  Gerhard landed on his back and when Ryan dropped on top of him, the young German had his knee in position for the Aussie to fall on it, right where it would hurt most.  Gerhard threw Ryan off him and rolled on top to pin him.  Ryan grabbed an arm and twisted it behind Gerhard into a hammerlock.  Gerhard slid his legs between Ryan’s, then spread them out to the side.  Both men are agile enough that they can perform a full leg split from any angle.  Gerhard’s huge cock was rubbing against Ryan’s back entry and Ryan’s was rubbing between their stomachs.  Gerhard pushed himself up on his one hand, then brought his forearm across Ryan’s throat, then the weight of his torso’s falling added force to the choke. 

Thad and Phil were spellbound at the show.  Both visitors were showing full erections through their short pants.  Phil was rubbing his vigorously when Grant leaned over to him and suggested, “Take it out and enjoy the show!”  Phil did just that.  Some of the other guys looked at Phil’s member and either whistled or commented, “Wow!” or “Holy shit!” or “I want some of that!”  Grant snidely remarked to them, “Get in line!”  Everyone laughed, then turned their attention to their buddies’ mat workout.

Sumate (a/k/a Sumy) and Igor (a/k/a Iggy), two of the housekeeping team, approached Thad and Phil from behind and started sensually rubbing their shoulders, arms and chests.  Igor slid his hands under Phil’s tank-top to gently rub his nipples that were pierced with large titanium rings.  He alternated rubbing, pinching, and twisting the nipples by his rings – the rubbing was soft and gentle, pinching was moderately firm, but the twisting was rougher.  The sequences also were unpredictable, which aroused the big muscle stud.

Dylan and Caleb came around in front of the two guests and knelt before them.  Dylan signed to Thad, ‘May I?’  and Caleb asked Phil, “Can I be of service?”  Both Abangui men agreed.  Phil started to remove his large 0-gague PA ring but Caleb stopped him. 

“Let me try it like it is,” the security man told Phil.   Slowly Caleb inserted the large ring and dick in his mouth.  He ran his tongue over the ring and head, getting both coated with saliva.  Then he worked his way slowly down the thick length of the 11-inch shaft.  When his nose was pressed into the mat of black, curly hair, Caleb paused before retreating to the massive shaft’s natural head.  His tongue hooked inside the ring and wiggled it slightly while the underside of his tongue rubbed across Phil’s piss-slit.  Phil shuddered as he began to feel the rise of an eruption working its way to the head. 

Caleb once again took the PA ring and massive shaft all the way down his throat, then immediately worked his way back up the ebony tower.  After three more trips down his throat, Caleb felt the power of a massive load being forced past the titanium ring.  He pulled back but kept the head in his mouth, tasting the treasure flowing from the oversized gonads. 

As the flow subsided, Caleb pumped the treasured cock in and out of his mouth several times, not expecting another eruption so soon.  Phil grabbed his head and held it still as another three volleys shot to the back of Caleb’s throat as Iggy jerked the nipples by the rings with moderate force.  As soon as those cum-shots subsided, Iggy pulled on the nip-rings while another set of three streams shot their way into Caleb’s mouth.  Then he was able to clean the huge cock, which was not giving any indication of softening, with his mouth and tongue.  But Phil was still not finished ejaculating as several more releases worked their way into Caleb’s mouth.  The big African muscle-stud was exhausted – but “the fat lady hadn’t sung” yet so it wasn’t over.

By this time, Gerhard had broken the hammerlock and was repositioning himself for a pin, but Ryan slammed his fists into the mechanic’s sides with such force that it knocked the wind out of the blond German.  Ryan repeated the double punch with equal force, then flipped Gerhard over onto the mat.  Ryan stood above the overwhelmed Gerhard, then reached for his ankles and spread his legs, raising them over his head.  A nicely lubed anus was waiting for a projectile to force it open and penetrate the inner realm.

“Are you ready for this, Blondie?” Ryan asked.

“Do I have a choice?” Gerhard responded.

“Of course you have a choice!  My dick or my fist!” Ryan grinned as he replied. “Or maybe you want both!” he added.

“Kiss my ass!” was Gerhard’s sarcastic rejoinder.

“If you want to!”  Ryan readjusted his position to hold Gerhard in place while he sidled around and sat on Gerhard’s face.  “Lick it!” he demanded.

Gerhard complied, first licking the area then forcing his tongue up inside Ryan’s butthole.  Ryan looked like he was in pure ecstasy.  He moaned with erotic fulfillment while the tongue was penetrating his rear-entry. 

Thad had never seen anything like it and was overwhelmed with the exhibition and the emission of sexual energy going on around him.  First, his nephew was exuding an overabundance of pheromones from his experience right next to him.  Second, Dylan and Sumy were performing unbelievable services on him, and third, coming from the two men on the mat was enough sensual energy to take him to a euphoric realm. 

But he didn’t ejaculate.

Sumy reached for the bottom of Thad’s Polo shirt and began pulling it up over his chest.  Rather than taking it off, Sumy pulled the front of the shirt over Thad’s head, emphasizing the form of his firm chest and perfectly formed pectoral muscles.  Sumy stepped to the side of the invalid doctor, bent over and started working on his nipples with his lips, tongue and teeth.  He stretched across the doctor to give attention to his other nipple.  Licking – Nibbling – Flicking with his tongue.  Dr. Abangui briefly closed his eyes and absorbed the sensuality of Sumy’s erotic intentness.  Dylan changed his oral manipulation of the older man’s enormous manhood.  He ran his tongue up and down the shaft, tongued over the Cyclops of the Head, and lightly scraped the corona while the sheath was pushed down the 10.5-inch shaft.

After some time squatting over Gerhard’s face, Ryan stood and moved to his victim’s buttocks, ready to pound the waiting and winking rosebud. 

“Are you ready?” Ryan asked.

“You think you’re rough enough?” Gerhard retorted.

“You think you’re tough enough?” Ryan replied.

“We’ll find out!” the other guys in the room answered.

Ryan entered Gerhard’s waiting rectum with a force that a normal man would scream at.  The pounding picked up speed and force until one would think a jackhammer was breaking up cement. 

A smile spread over Gerhard’s beautiful face.  “You’re about to get there,” he snarked.

Ryan pounded harder – if that were possible.

“Oh – my – god!” Phil said.  “How much can that man take?  And how can anybody pound that hard?”

“They love it rough!” Majid replied.  “You want to take one of them on to find out?”

“Oh, yeah!” Phil said, mesmerized. 

Caleb looked up at him and commented, “I’ll be glad to workout with you sometime while you’re here this week.”

“Oh, I would enjoy that,” Phil replied.  “I haven’t had a good fight or wrestling match in a long time — and I know I would enjoy your hard body against mine.”

The two men were well matched in height, weight and musculature. 

Dylan commented to Caleb, with a straight face, while signing for Thad, “Cae, you don’t need any more ambulance and hospital charges taken out of your earnings.  Go easy, this time!”  The general reaction to that was surprise, but then they burst into laughter from the looks on Phil’s and Caleb’s faces. 

Caleb glared and pointed his finger at Dylan, commented, “I know a ginger Scotchman who is in deep….”

“Doo-doo!” the ‘Co-Workers’ Chorus’ chimed in.

“… shit as of now!”

“Ooo-ooh!  I heard that!” the ‘Chorus’ said. 

“I’ve got overnight security here,” was Dylan’s reply.

“I’ll be waiting for you when you get back to the dorm!” was Caleb’s retort.

“Jamal!” Dylan hollered.  “Don’t let him beat me up – again!”

(Total silence from the supernatural world!)  The men in the workout room were laughing, except for the two men on the mat.

Ryan had stopped pounding and was filling Gerhard’s colon with his cum and Gerhard was shooting his directly into Ryan’s mouth.  Ryan lowered Gerhard’s feet and legs then lay down on top of his friend for a long and erotic, deeply felt kiss.

“How can they fight that hard but be that fond of each other?” Thad asked.

“Did you and your brothers fight when you were young?” Grant signed.

“Of course. We would fight, how you say, tooth and nail,” Thad replied.

“And then you would hug each other and make up because deep down you loved each other,” Grant responded.

Thad nodded in total agreement.  “Exactly!  I understand!” he signed.  “So when Philip and your man fight, it will be to win.”  Grant nodded.  “But after, they will regard each other the same.”

Grant signed an emphatic, “Right!”

“I like to see that,” Thad smiled and signed.

“Phil, let us know when and where you want to hold the match,” Grant offered.  “We have a wrestling room in the Athletic Center, this room is available, or we could arrange to have the match taped in the studio, if Maji is not using it then.”

“Great idea!” Majid commented.  “Give me a time and we’ll have the cameras warmed up and ready to record.”

A few days later, Grant and Phil were on the phone.  During the conversation, Grant asked if he had decided when he wanted the match with Caleb.

“I was thinking about this afternoon or tomorrow, whenever Caleb is available,” Phil said.  “I’m just a little nervous in anticipation.  Most times everything is now, and the adrenalin kicks in and you react.”

“Phil, don’t sweat it!” Grant replied.  “Tell you what, you and Thad come on up here later this morning and take a swim in our pool.  I’ll have our lifeguards there to help Thad into the water and keep an eye on him.  You can relax in the pool, use the Jacuzzi, then have lunch with us and afterwards you and Caleb can have some fun in the basement.”

“You’re for real, Gerry?” Phil asked.

“I mean it.  You two are welcome over here anytime you want to come.  The Residence is always open to you both. Lunch is served at 12:30, and swimsuits are forbidden in the pool – unless our guest is ashamed of the weapon he’s packing – and I know you’re not!  Nor is Thad!

That got a laugh out of Phil.  “So about 10:30 or so would be okay?”

“Hassan or Viktor will give me a call when you leave.  Lunch is as casual as dinner was the other evening – maybe more so. See you soon.”

Phil and Thad arrived on time and wearing shorts and Tees.  Dylan greeted them and helped them into the house while Ryan parked their car. Both were wearing thongs and their “Lifeguard” badges pinned through their left nipple. 

Grant came down the stairs wearing jersey knit shorts and flip-flops. He greeted both men with hugs and kisses.  “You ready for a dip in the pool?” he asked and got positive responses.  Dylan opened the door to the pool area and Ryan pushed Thad’s wheelchair through.  Phil and Grant followed them.

Dylan asked if Thad wanted to go in the water and got a positive reply.  Everyone went down to the shallow end with the waterfall, rock mountain and sliding board.  Dylan and Ryan helped Thad undress as Phil and Grant also stripped.  The two security/lifeguards lifted Thad out of his chair and slid his feet into the water so he could sit on the edge.  They put a life jacket on him then both slipped into the water and eased Thad the rest of the way in. 

When Thad was settled in the pool, Phil and Grant went back to the deep end to shallow dive in together, then swam the length of the pool to the grotto behind the slide.  The inside of the grotto was lighted with “black lights” for sensual effects.  Phil felt the mood and grabbed Grant in a bear hug and planted a hot, sensual kiss on his friend.  Both men reacted to the moment and rose to the occasion. 

Phil took both cocks in his hand, rubbing them together.  Grant broke the spell when he backed away from his visitor. 

“We don’t want you to lose any of your passion or strength before your match this afternoon,” Grant warned.  “This time is supposed to be relaxing rather than stimulating.”

“Sorry, Gerry.  It was just the mood that this place sets.  It reminds me of the Blue Grotto at Capri.  They won’t let you swim in it anymore, but the whole feeling of the place is captivating.”

“Not a problem, Phil.  I felt it too.”

The two men swam back to where Thad and the other guys were splashing around in the pool.  Caleb had joined them and was standing on the side with all his magnificent glory revealed.  He looked at the two men coming from the grotto and asked, “Am I interrupting anything?”

“Not a thing,” Grant said.  “Come on in and join us!”

Caleb did a shallow dive and swam across the pool underwater, turned and swam back to the group.  Grant began signing to Thad which left Phil and Caleb to overcome an awkward few minutes before they swam down toward the aquarium and back.  The two got into some horsing around and splashing each other.  After several minutes they both became relaxed in each other’s company.  Neither gave any indication they wanted to disappear into the grotto but continued to swim laps and splash around in the pool.

A little after noon, Majid joined us in the water for some refreshing pool time.  Soon after that, everyone got out; the three lifeguards and Phil lifting Thad back up on the side of the pool where he could dry off, then got him back into the wheelchair.  Everybody went into the casual dining room for lunch. 

After lunch, Caleb got Majid’s attention and indicated he would like to talk in private.  As Majid walked toward him, Caleb opened the back door and stepped outside. Majid followed him.

“What’s up, Caleb?”

“I would like to ask a favor, please.”

“Sure.  What do you need?”

“I would appreciate it if Arman and Jamal stay far away from interfering in the match this afternoon,” the young security chief said.  “I am perfectly capable to determine if I win or lose the match.  I want Phil to get a full load of immunization fluid, one way or the other.  If he loses, it’s no problem.  If he wins, I’ll need to aim my release straight into his mouth.  I want to be the one who determines that.  Can you arrange that for me, Majid?  Please?”

“Sure, Cae,” Majid replied, nodding his head.  “Arman, Jamal, you heard that, so you hereby have instructions to stay out of Caleb and Phil’s match this afternoon. So disappear until you’re called and leave the guys alone.  Do you both understand?”

“Yes, master!” both jinn appeared and said in unison – then disappeared.

Caleb smiled at Majid and commented.  “Thank you, Majid.  May I lick your dick?”

“It’s not necessary, but it’s always a pleasure,” Majid replied.

Caleb knelt and kissed Majid’s growing manhood.  Then gave it a long lick afterward.  Majid chuckled, reached down for Caleb’s hand and gave him a kiss on the lips as he stood.  The men went back in the residence.

Inside, Grant asked Thad and Phil if they would like to lie down for a while before going down to the recreation room, and they accepted the offer.  Dylan took Thad up in the elevator and Grant went up the stairs with Phil.

Majid met up with Grant in his office and told him about Caleb’s request and his telling the jinn to chill out until they were called.  Grant nodded his head and gave Majid two thumbs up.

An hour later, Majid awoke Phil and Thad.  Everyone went to the lowest level and the recreation room.  The three residence security men were already there along with several Residence staff, Dildar and Hassan and several more security and Lodge staff. 

Caleb gave Phil a hug as he walked in.  “You ready for some fun?” he asked.

“As ready as I’ll ever be,” Phil replied.  “How do you want it?  Rough or standard wrestling?”

 “You’re the guest so you set the pace,” Caleb said as the two men tied up.

Immediately, Phil went for a headlock, pulling Caleb’s neck and head down until his arm could lock in place.  Then, in almost the same motion, he pulled the American off balance, taking them both to the mat.  Caleb scrambled to get away and was able to roll his aggressor over on his back, for side control.  In his attempt to get a full mount, he forced his leg between Phil’s and directly in contact with his family’s jewels. 

In the moment that Phil was reacting to the knee to his groin, Caleb slammed an elbow into the African’s gut, knocking the wind out of him.  Caleb straddled Phil’s chest, pinning his arms to the mat with his knees.  Phil raised his legs, trying to force Caleb’s shoulders to the mat, but Caleb reached up, grabbing the attacking legs and pulling them over so he could control them under his arm pits. 

With Caleb’s engorged cock slapping Phil in the face, it didn’t take much to force it between his lips and into his mouth.  Caleb also has full control of his sexual urges and can produce a healthy load of cum at will.  When Phil began sucking on the huge cock, Caleb released a full payload of antibiotic cum straight down the man’s throat.

Phil looked up at Caleb, smiling, and asked, “Is that what I won for getting pinned?”

“No, you have to take another one another way,” was Caleb’s smartass reply.

“Like hell!” Phil responded, then using his massive legs, pushed Caleb onto his back.  He raised up so that Caleb was pinned, but Caleb used his enormous leg strength to force Phil on his side, and they broke apart.

Standing and facing each other, they looked for an opening when Caleb used one hand to slap Phil’s arm into his other hand, then attempted an armlock.  But Phil was having none of that and locked his elbow at his side and prevented being put into another hold.  Caleb let that attempt go.

Since the two men were standing so close to each other, Caleb slid his hand between Phil’s bicep and side, attempting a Nelson but Phil grabbed the hand, locking it into position with a Chin Na move.  Both men went to the mat and Caleb submitted.  The audience erupted in cheers and applause for their African visitor.

“What was that hold?” Caleb hollered.

“That was a hold I learned in China.  Did you like it?” Phil asked sarcastically.

“Fuck no!” Caleb replied. 

“Is this when I get to show you what else I can do?”

Caleb leaned in and kissed Phil, full tongue method.  “You can show me anything else you learned in China, including their techniques for using a ramrod! How do you want me?”

“On your back, legs in the air would be perfect for me to watch your face enjoy the next round,” Phil answered.

Caleb lay on his back with legs over his head.  Phil noticed he was already prepped for easy entry so he began by inserting one, two and then three fingers deep enough to titillate the prostate.  He positioned himself and looked at Caleb, asking, “Are you ready?”

“Show me how rough you can make it for me!  After that submission, I know you can meet my outlandish expectations!” Caleb said, grinning.

“You sure you want it rough?”

“Give it all you’ve got!”

Phil pushed past the sphincter and paused for a second, then steadily went all the way down until his 11-inches were fully inside Caleb.  He pulled all the way out — then slammed full-force back through the colon. Phil became a jackhammer pounding Caleb as fast and as hard as he could.

Caleb’s friends who were watching saw him tolerating the pain, but after a few minutes they saw the tension in his face change from a grimace to a sensual smile and he began to enjoy the rough treatment.  Soon Phil began to tire and his force and speed slowed some.  Caleb was becoming aroused and his magnificent manhood enlarged and filled with another load of man-nectar.

Caleb reached up, gently taking Phil’s face in his hands.  “Get ready for another load,” he told the man who bested him.  Phil opened his mouth to receive more nectar of the loins.  At the same time that he felt the flow start the journey through his system Caleb released his own load into Phil’s mouth.  Phil sucked every drop out of Caleb with his mouth, and Caleb sucked every drop out of Phil with his sphincter. 

Phil collapsed on top of Caleb and they spent several minutes kissing and licking and enjoying the aftermath of an incredible experience.

The audience also shared the excitement with each other.  Thad included.  Dylan had been working the psychic into a frenzy and Ryan had been helping by letting Thad chew on his “Big Cigar.”  At the time Thad exploded into Dylan’s mouth Ryan let loose his load in Thad’s mouth. 

Mission accomplished for the three residential security men.  Both guests had received an adequate amount of immunization to keep them from ever contracting any sexually transmitted virus.

To be continued...

The two African visitors continue their visit next time.

Posted: 10/04/19