Page 12 of H & G Restorations

“Gretel, I think Hans is too tense. Would you like to help him relax a bit?” Magnus asked. He paused in undressing himself, leaving his fly open and his erection straining at his snug boxer briefs.

“I would love to help,” Gretel said, instantly.

“Kneel in front of Hans and take him into your mouth. He’ll return the favor soon,” Magnus promised.

Eagerly, Gretel slid to the floor and scooted in front of Hans. Familiar with his body, she wrapped her hand around his erection. Hans fought not to buck his hips up off the bed or lose control.

“I can feel you pulsing in my hand,” Gretel whispered to him. She squeezed experimentally, and Hans bit his lip, strangling his moan.

“What would happen if I…” Allowing that question to linger in the air, she leaned forward to lick the broad head of his cock.

That was all it took. Gretel sealed her lips around him as Hans lost control. He gripped the comforter under him for stability as she milked his fluid from his shaft. Panting in reaction, Hans could only look at the man who watched. To his delight, Magnus stroked his erection, pulling roughly.

“I’ll have to remember that size plug had such a reaction, little boy. Do you think you should taste Gretel now?” Magnus asked.

“Yes, Daddy.”

“Gretel, crawl onto the bed and put your head on the covers.” He waited until she was settled. “Hans, taste Gretel. Leave your bottom up in the air for Daddy,”

“Up for Daddy?” Hans repeated, feeling his body rallying to respond. He moved slowly, trying to do the right thing and looking back frequently.

Kissing a line down the center of Gretel’s body, he paused over her small mound. “Thank you, Gretel, for helping me come. Let me help you now.”

“Please!” she said, nodding eagerly.

He stroked his tongue through her pink folds. Her familiar scent and taste filled his senses. Gretel loved having him pleasure her this way and Hans couldn’t get enough of watching her explode. She was already wiggling underneath him when Hans felt Magnus’s hands stroke over his buttocks.

“Spread your knees, Hans. Daddy wants to settle right here between them.”

The feel of Magnus’s lightly furred thighs pressing his apart made Hans almost forget Gretel below him. He quickly made it up to her by circling her clit with his tongue and sucking lightly. Her fingers tangled in his hair and pulled slightly to thank him.

The snap of the lubricant brought his head up. He started to look over his shoulder, but Gretel held him steady. “Daddy’s taking care of you, Hans.”

He nodded and moaned against her as Magnus’s thick fingers pressed into him, spreading the slick lubricant thoroughly. Hans mirrored the action and slid two fingers into Gretel’s tight channel. He lowered his hips slightly to grind his cock against the comforter.

“Uh, uh, little boy,” Magnus warned him, as he wrapped his free arm around Hans’s waist to tug his bottom back into position. “Daddy wants you right here.”

“His cock is huge,” Gretel warned, watching the show over Hans’s back.

“That doesn’t help, Gretel,” Hans hissed against her body, making her wiggle from the vibrations of his voice.

When the fingers left their explorations inside Hans, he knew what was coming next. Torn between excitement and the fear of the unknown, he focused on Gretel. She was his best friend. And she’s watching. That thought made him tremble with arousal and apprehension.

Magnus’s hand smoothed over his butt. “Such a good Little boy. You deserve Daddy’s attention, don’t you?”

“Please,” Hans begged.

Immediately, the man behind him pressed the broad head of his cock against Hans.

He pushed relentlessly, sliding his thick cock into Hans—slowly and deliberately filling his tight channel.

Hans lifted his head as the sensations overwhelmed him.

Magnus ground the thick base of his shaft against Hans’s sensitive entrance.

“You feel so good, Hans. Daddy’s going to want to play inside you often. Would you like that, Hans?”

“Please.”

A warm hand wrapped around Hans’s cock and pulled as Magnus withdrew from him.

And reversed the process as he thrust back in, faster this time.

Pleasure overwhelmed Hans at the hint of pain from the stretch of the thick shaft filling him and sensitive spots inside his body that Magnus lavished attention on each time he filled him.

Hans saw Gretel’s hands move between her legs as she pleasured herself.

The view of her masturbating to the scene playing out over her further stimulated Hans.

Sorry that he had forgotten to include her, Hans slid one hand under her small bottom and lifted her to his mouth, adding to the sensations she lavished on herself.

Unable to focus on any one thing, Hans simply allowed himself to feel. Gretel cried out as she climaxed. Her body trembled below him delectably. A slap to his bottom made Hans lose control, and he shouted his climax into the room. His body locking around Magnus sparked his Daddy’s climax.

“Mine!” Magnus uttered, claiming them both.

Soon, the two men lie on either side of Gretel, cuddling her between them.

Magnus kissed her softly before leaning over to kiss Hans, as well.

“I can’t imagine my life without the two of you in it.

Hans, you were delectable and so brave. I’m very proud of you and can’t wait to bury myself in your bottom again. ”

Hans felt his skin heat and knew he was blushing. He squeezed his bottom, feeling the soreness that triggered his memories of taking his Daddy inside. “I can’t wait either, Daddy,” he admitted.

“Next time, it will be Gretel’s turn to be the center of our sandwich,” Magnus declared. “She’ll have to wear the big plug soon to take both of us.”

Hans felt Gretel shiver and noted that she wasn’t scared but aroused.

He knew their adventures together would be even more satisfying with their Daddy.

A huge yawn widened his mouth, surprising him.

He settled a bit closer to Gretel and closed his eyes.

A soft cover settled over him, making him smile. His Daddy was taking care of him.