He then walked into his private bath and walked out with a washcloth, threw it to me and said, “Clean yourself up.”While I was wiping the jizz off...of me, I’ll admit I was freaked out. I actually enjoyed stroking it with my dad in the room. Did this mean I was gay? When I finished he said, “You’ll thank me for this. Now go to your room.”As I walked up the stairs naked I could hear my sister moaning. My cock started getting hard again. I ran past my room, her door was wide open but she wasn’t. ”“Friends?” I nodded, my stomach in knots.“We talk, albeit lengthily, about movies, once a month. And throughout the month, through texts. And not always about movies.” He blinked rapidly.“Then why…” I didn’t even know why I bothered to start that sentence when I had no idea what I truly wanted to ask him.He waited.I balked. “That shirt looks good on you.”“Yeah?” He smoothed the black fabric across his chest.“Trying to impress your wife’s friends?”He checked over his back again. Then he leaned. It was one more guy (Vijay) who was Sunils friend. He was around 30 yrs I guess. On seeing us he was smiling and went straight in to action. He undressed himself completely and grabbed a bottle of Bacardi breezer. All this while Sanjay was sucking deeply and also squeezing my ass. He was also beginning to press my ass hole. He tried to finger it but it was tight. Then Sunil came back to the bed and continued sucking and biting my ass. Vijay came and stood in front of me drinking his breezer. I. He could barely think straight as he tongued her clit, trying to hit all the spots that made the vixen, who was above him in the chain of dominance as it typically stood, squirm in just the right way.“Keep going...”Who said that was none of his concern as he panted hotly into her sex, muzzle scrunched up and lost in the moment. That paw on his shaft didn’t stop, pushed him up to the edge and over it even as his muffled howls hung out, the burst of sudden orgasm driving over him with.