What is acting & What is Real Part 2

Chapter 235-1

What is acting & What is Real

Part 2

 

The three boys were fine being nude this long they were starting to take to it and Mr. Tate noted once more that Dad was right they didn’t try to cover themselves. Like he thought they would be being naked like this for the first time. Dad stated it helped because everyone here was naked. So it made perfect sense that they should be as well.

I knew from experience the hard part would come when we went home finding new people that were naked like Mom and the girls and Mrs. Vincent and Kirk's Mom. Not to mention the Walters girls and possibly their mother, least not to forget Cindy and her mother. Guys were easy, but being naked in front of all those girls and women for the first time wasn’t going to be easy. At least wasn’t for me and Kirk.

When we arrived back to the kitchen where the dinner scene was to take place the island counter had been moved and the table was in its place. The chairs to had been moved and in there, place were soft pillows. The table had been lowered down to kneeling height, and a large washable mattress with a white tablecloth and three headrests were on the table, two above and one bellow. Indicating that two people would be laying one way and a third another in-between laying in the opposite direction; apparently we were going to be the plates and using our hands, mouths, and tongues… are what we would be using for the silverware.

It wasn’t anything new for me, Dad, Mark, and Sal, to do this. But it would be a whole new adventure for the three new brothers.  Mr. Tate was also participating, considering we had groomed him. We were told to stand on a large towel, so Dad could cover us with a mixture of olive oil and garlic and some Italian spices. From our neck down to our toes then he would pick us up one at a time and lay us on the table.

Mark, Sal and I went first. Being as Mark and I was the biggest we walked to the table and laid down as Dad picked up Sal and laid him in the opposite direction with his feet toward us and his head down towards ours. You would think it would be too much for the table to bear, but it wasn’t considering it was made of reinforced metal and wood. Dad and Mr. Tate as big as they were could have jumped up and down on it and wouldn’t have groaned or broken since it was designed for this very thing.

Dad had the boys paint us with spaghetti sauce, testing it to make sure it wasn’t too hot or too cold, finding it was perfect as they poured it on us and spread it around using their hands then adding the noodles and the meatballs, that had been all prepared in big batches; putting them everywhere as they sprinkled freshly grated Parmesan cheese on us while the cameras rolled, making sure they got a close up every time Dad and them stroked us, which didn’t require a lot since we were heavily dosed with sex tea.

The three boys licked their lips as Mr. Tate and Dad told them to dig in, only using their hands, mouths, and tongues as well as all the bread-sticks they could eat. Now, what boy in their right mind turns down a spaghetti dinner, not many imagine.

You could say spaghetti sauce is very messy, but when you let boys go wild not having to worry about getting it all over them, it was like the best thing since sliced bread as they slurped up noodles and shoved meatballs in their mouth and used their tongues to lick it off you. Watching them being covered in it as they got everything including the extra special sauce. It was like a feeding laughing frenzy. The best part was when it was our turn the boys giggled with anticipation as we covered them asking Dad if we get to do this at home. Dad telling them, of course, we do its one of our favorite things to do.

It was nearly 1 am before we had finished filming for the day and enjoying the last bath as the crew cleaned up our mess by rolling up the plastic and throwing it all away. Telling us they will see us bright and early for a whole day of shooting. Dad was just as tired as Mark and I was, but Mr. Tate wanted us to spend the night with him.

Our three boys and Sal wanted to spend the night with Dad; instead of sleeping in their prepared rooms. They had refused to sleep in PJs or boxers or declined them when Dad offered them to them as they asked if he was going to be wearing them. Dad said that most nights he sleeps naked. The boys agreed they too would, and they wanted to share Dads bed.

Dad didn’t deny them the opportunity he simply said yes and there would be no film-making that they didn’t have to sleep nude unless they wanted too. They blinked at the question because they have been nude for a little over 8 hour’s straight. Even Mr. Tate was surprised by it, considering most if not all the boys they have filmed dress the moment they aren’t filming them. Dad gave him a weak smile and told the boys that they better be sleeping and not stimulating each other all night. Or they will be sleeping in their room because he was beat after a long day.

I saw their silly grins as the crossed their fingers as they said. “We promise.” Dad knew just like I did they had no intention of keeping it, but once they had enough they would be asleep within an hour or so.

Dad kissed me and Mark good night. Not that we would be sleeping much either, but like Mark we had no choice but to let Mr. Tate do whatever he wants with us, it wasn’t if we weren’t prepared to do it. It was just something we had to do, it didn’t matter if I didn’t like it to do it… too much was on the line for me and Mark not to perform to Mr. Tate’s exceptions.

The moment the door closed he locked it for the inside hearing the locks close telling him the house was secure, and so was his room. Dads too were locked and that included the windows. He had told Dad they would be until morning to prevent the boys from running until they could be trusted. However, he didn’t say he didn’t trust us not to run. Yet it didn’t prevent Jeff from wondering the house, looking for any secret passageways.

Mr. Tate said to me he had been waiting a long time for this, as he quickly made up some more tea and passed it around and a bottle of sex pills. To make sure we could perform well. Put on some music, that was southern Jazz music. He then told me and Mark to get into position. Wanting me to go first since he has had sex with Mark many times; he asked if I had been prepared properly for large cobra size penises.

I asked if it mattered, as he said. “Not really, I can always burn the sheets in the morning if you get menstrual blood on them.”

I said. “Then my answer doesn’t matter, providing you allow me and Mark to as well.” He blinked and I said. “Fair is fair Mr. Tate, if you can have sex with us, we can have sex with you. Or you can forget it; I promised Mark he can because I have with him, this time going all the way, instead of a quickie. Like you... I have been looking forward to having sex with you. My Dad has as well, but you have chosen us before him, the only sex he is going to get is with Sal tonight, until we prepare the boys properly and in the right way and he won’t do it until they have seen the doctor tomorrow to make sure they are perfectly healthy to do so.”

Mr. Tate said. “Your Dad can do whatever he likes, he owns the boys, and he owns Mark and you as well. Yet being as he is busy enjoying his new sons and he and I have struck a bargain that I can have sex with Mark, Sal, and you anytime I feel the need, as well as with any of his sons and your friends. There really isn’t anything you can do to stop me from doing whatever I like, as long as it doesn’t harm a hair on your head. That includes a little slap and tickle where it doesn’t leave a bruise or a lasting one, and I intend to get what I paid for. Now if you wouldn’t mind getting on the bed assume the position we will begin considering I am horny as hell.”

Jeff whispered careful and I linked back that I knew what I was doing, that Mr. Tate hated it when boys didn’t fight him and went easy. I did what I was asked as he lubed me and him giving Mark a chance to make himself comfortable as he laid on the bed in front of me, so I could taste him as I was being raped from behind. I hated the feeling it gave me as an old man got his jolly off raping young boys because he felt it was his duty to do so whenever he could and whoever he could.

For me, I felt nothing as he told me how good I felt as he gave me hard and fast thrust until he had climaxed feeling his nectar leaking down my legs. I really wanted to get off the bed and vomit and give myself an enema, but like Mark, I was trapped. The only satisfaction I was going to get was rapping Mr. Tate just like he had done to me and Mark. The only difference was I could go the distance and I intend to.

I excused myself to use the bathroom stating I would like to have sex in the tub where I could really “pleasure” Mr. Tate; letting Mr. Tate enjoy himself for the moment as he quickly raped Mark, not that he could do much considering he had used most of his endurance being as old as he is. Even Mark gave me a weak smile that said what he had done to me was nothing to what we plan on doing to him when it was our turn.

I had just finished cleaning myself out and running a bath for us all using Moms new bathing products, which Mr. Tate had allowed us to bring. I drank three more cups of tea and left three more for Mark. We had agreed that Mark would go first, as I saw the look in Mr. Tate’s eyes if this was such a great idea, which stated he hadn’t been rapped like this in a very long time.

I leaned back enjoying my view of Mr. Tate’s face as Mark inserted himself inside him. Watching his jaw tighten and his fingers close into a tight fist as he whimpered a little as tears ran down his cheeks feeling Marks cobra making its way inside of him slowly and painfully as the blood dripped down his legs. Not a lot, just enough to state that Mr. Tate hadn’t been prepared to this degree in a very long time as his butt being widened for the first time in a long while. It was nothing to what he is going to feel when it is my turn. I may not be equipped like Mark and Mr. Tate is, but I had the stamina to make his body quiver. Mark took his time as he got several screams of pain and enjoyment after Mr. Tate’s body became used to it.

He was limp like an old dish rag as Mark finished with him. I only gave Mr. Tate a moment of breathing room, when I said. “Now it’s my turn, you agreed that once you have had sex with both of us we could also; unless you’re not a man of your word.”

Mr. Tate nodded said. “Fair is fair.” Mark took my seat as he leaned back enjoying the water and the jets, Mr. Tate said. “At least it won’t be as bad as having such average penis,” he said teasingly, I laughed even though it sounded forced.

I told Mark to make himself comfortable and make sure he kept the water warm. He nodded indicated he understood in what I was intended to do, as he and I eyed the clock on the wall. I gave a heavy sigh said. “I only wish this was my wife’s a*s because she really likes it what I am about to do. You will be the first male I have done this too.”

Mr. Tate laughed. “You mean to tell me you never had sex with anyone?”

I laughed. “Oh God no Mr. Tate, I have had sex countless times as you have in this form. I only meant what you are going to feel when I do it.” I gave him a hard thrust after I had made sure was lubed up good and proper placing the tube near me in case I need more. I told Mark to start the count and I began. Mr. Tate screamed over and over, begging me not to stop, I laughed as he soon began to beg me to stop after the first 30 minutes went by.

I slowed my pace just enough to keep me inside of him and waited for the tea and pills to work through me until I was hard again and began again going harder than soft as I worked his a*s raw only adding lube to keep the friction going.  Again he screamed begging me not to stop as he climaxed, feeling his body go rigid as he did so without stimulating himself which surprised him and Mark not knowing that can happen without anyone stimulating his penis.

Mom and Dad told me the concept was possible regardless if you are male or female, but in most cases, it was usually possible for the females to climax like that being as their insides of their sex organs were being manipulated. Mr. Tate just proved it was possible as he climaxed over and over again, as I kept at my pace, and controlled my breathing as I had been taught so it didn’t wear on me when I am doing a long marathon of sex.  Mark drained the tub then refilled it as I kept my victim where I wanted him as the blood mixed with my nectar and his flowed between or legs.

Mark gasped when I reached the 2-hour mark and as I released my victim begging me to stop, promising me the moon if I would give him rest. I simply said. “Only if you allow Mark and I to have sex and sleep in and you bring us breakfast in bed, or if you like I can go for another hour to prove to you that I can?”

Mr. Tate’s body sagged to the side of the tub as I released him after he agreed that I drive a hard bargain. He laughed and did sound forced. “Not that I have much choice being as I am beat, and not in my prime like you two… will you allow me to propose a third option?”

I nodded taking a seat next to Mark as I watched Mr. Tate cringe as he sat down on the other side of the tub facing us, he said. “I would like you to do this again with someone a lot younger then me; perhaps one of my filming crew, to see if they can handle a boy like you. Me they grow bored quickly and when they are with Mark or Sal or any boy like them. They brag that they are the best after watching them perform on film and have learned everything. I beg to differ now that I have seen it for myself and felt it. I willing to give you 3,000 dollars for every 15 minutes of shooting you can give me that shows those prick’s that nudist can outperform them.

“I want them to wobble, as they crawl on their hands and knees begging you to stop, and giving them no mercy. Adding another thousand for every half hour you go after the 1st hour. Do this and when we have our gala I will let you set the price to whom gets to spend the night with you. Teach Mark and I will double it and you keep 30 no 40 percent of the profits in which those Mary pays for that opportunity.”

I said. “It’s a deal, but I want it in writing as blood contract Mr. Tate.” He put out his hand and shook on it then cringed as he got out of the tub and left us, he said. “The bed is yours boys, I am going to be working on the shoots we took and work up your day's work. I’ll fetch you around 9 am.” Unset the alarm on the door and walked out hearing the door lock;

Mark gave me a fist bump and I said. “Bed our sex?”

He said. “Both, it’s my turn.”

I laughed said. “Good because I am beat. I don’t think I can do a second round.”