Then he put one hand gently on my growing cock and indicated with his head that we should rejoin the party.
Rafi was sitting on his own and the other three were on a sofa, naked, legs wide and aroused
In front of them, they had placed a couple of blankets and several cushions.
That was our stage.
Randi went straight to the middle, faced the sofa and began to perform
He teased his nipples, locked his upper lip, then turned round and let them see his bottom
He called Rafi and me towards him and the three of us embraced and kissed and began to stroke and fondle each other.
For half an hour licked and sucked, fingered and probed each other, taking it in turns to receive the others' attention.
We probed each others' anuses with fingers and tongues but not cocks.
Yet!
From time to time I caught site of our audience of three, Imran, fat guy and the unnamed one.
His eyes seemed to be fixed on me, unblinking, constant
He unnerved me, unsettled me.
Then Randi began to behave differently
He seemed to be resisting our attentions, pushing our hands away, wriggling underneath us as if trying to get away.
Rafi whispered 'It's an act, part of the show'
Rafi sat on Randi's chest and put his hands on his throat
Randi wriggled under him, trying to get away.
Then Rafi moved off him, flipped him onto his stomach and pushed his hand between his cheeks and his fingers into Randi's bum.
Randi was now moaning and squirming, almost sobbing 'No, No, Don't'
It was a convincing performance
I glanced up at the audience
That guy was still staring at me.
As Randi was being buggered, I knew what the guy was thinking
I felt a moment of anxiety but also desire as I saw his solid brown cock.
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