by Grey, Aspen
Garrett
The boys were down in their crib and I was being led into the bathroom by my gorgeous mates who had both already stripped down in the bedroom and were giving me a perfect view of their beautiful backsides, which were already having the desired effect on my nether regions.
“Daddy worked really hard today,” Billy said in a teasing voice as he bent right over the tub as he reached in to turn on the water.
Fuck, I thought as my dick began to grow.
“Yes, he did,” Tommy agreed, bending at the hips as he pushed open the shower curtain. They both knew just what to do to get me going, and I just stood there with a smile on my face as they did their thing.
Billy leaned forward even more, testing the water temperature with his hand. My eyes moved up the backs of his legs to the cleft of his ass which was so plump and delicious-looking. My mouth was watering as I inhaled both of their scents—Billy’s sweet pineapple and Tommy’s hot chocolate. It was an odd, nontraditional combination, but it worked. At least for me.
As Tommy shifted his weight, causing his ass to jiggle ever so slightly, I couldn’t help myself any longer. I stepped right up behind him, and slid my cock, which was now fully hard, between his legs from behind, brushing against his balls as I did so. I felt his slick already beginning to run as it coated my cock.
I slid a hand around the front of him and felt his abs and chest, then traced a line up his neck to his jaw and turned his head to mine. He opened his mouth for my kiss and I slid my tongue between his lips. I was filled with passion and wanted to be inside him immediately, but when I used my other hand to spread him open and pressed my cock against his hole, he pulled away and turned around, a scolding look on his face.
“Such a hurry!” he scolded me. “Wanting to get so dirty when you haven’t even gotten clean yet!”
“What?” I laughed, reaching out for him again. But Tommy backed away from me and stepped into the stream of the shower.
“Daddy worked really hard today,” Billy repeated as he stepped into the shower with Tommy and beckoned towards me. He took a loofah and squired peppermint soap over it. “He needs to get clean before he gets dirty.”
Ah, I see, I smiled, stepping forward to go along with their scenario.
The water felt good against my body and a smile crept over my lips as their four hands began to caress me. They were soft at first, as though teasing me with what was to come. Billy took the loofah and ran it across my shoulders and squeezed, dripping sweet-smelling peppermint soap all over my torso.
I could feel the dirt, sweat and grease being washed from my skin as they focused all their attention on me. I felt like a king and stood there with a smile plastered across my face as my body tingled with anticipation. I thought about simply snatching one of them, bending him over and having my way with him, but they wanted to have their fun and I was going to let them. Besides, it was fun to take things slow for once and let them be in control for a while.
“Did you have a long day, daddy?” Tommy asked as he used his soapy hands to wash my thighs. “Work really hard?”
“Mmhmm,” I replied. My cock was rock hard and begging for some ass, but I held back and allowed them to do what they were doing. I closed my eyes and forced myself to focus on the sensations they were providing me, rather than thinking about what I wanted to do to them. It was a new experience, but I was enjoying it.
“Of course he did,” Billy said, pretending to scold Tommy. “Daddy always works hard for his boys!”
“That’s right,” I nodded, eyes still closed as Billy scrubbed my upper back with the loofah. It was what I imagined going to a rub-and-tug would be like, one of those massage parlors where they pamper you and then give you a happy ending. Only this was much, much better.
I felt Billy’s fingers against my ass and felt his desire as he grabbed it hard. He loved my body and how in shape I was and never tired of expressing it. I reached back behind me and found his hips and pulled him closer to me. His cock was hard and pressed against my ass. He bent down and slid it between my legs in the same way that I did when I would tease him before finally penetrating him—only Billy had never penetrated me, of course.
I wasn’t completely opposed to the idea, and had even thought about it once or twice, but it wasn’t what either of them wanted. Tommy and Billy were submissives and they didn’t want to take over what they saw as my role. We knew what our dynamic was and we were fine with it—more than fine with it.
“Mmm, I think daddy’s getting clean now,” Tommy said slyly as he ran his fingers across my cock. They were slippery with soap and I opened my eyes and looked down as he caressed me. His hands were so small compared to my dick. We’d even played a little game before to see how many hands it took to cover my entire shaft. We’d discovered that Tommy could get both hands around it, and Billy’s hand almost covered the tip—almost.
“Time to get him dirty again, I think,” Billy whispered into my ear as he grabbed my balls.
“I agree,” Tommy said. He turned around in front of me and presented me with his sweet ass that was dripping with slick. No longer able to hold back, I grabbed him roughly by the hips and pressed him up against the wall, letting him know who was boss. He gasped with excitement. I reached down to spread his ass open, but before I could, Billy did it for me.
He knelt down, and using both hands, spread Tommy open, exposing his gleaming hole that was simply begging for my cock.
“Here you go, daddy,” Billy said, looking up at me. I could see his own cock standing up straight between his legs.
You’re next, I thought as I pushed forward and entered my mate.
Chapter Twenty-Nine
Tommy
Garrett’s girth shouldn’t have surprised me—I should have been used to it by now—but it still had my jaw hanging open as he penetrated me and forced all the air from my lungs in a silent gasp. I felt as though I was being pinned against the wall with an iron spike. There was a time when Garrett may have held back and let me get used to it before he started to really pound me, but that time had passed. Besides, Billy and I had insisted on teasing him. Now we deserved whatever he gave us, right?
“Mmm, look at him take it, daddy,” Billy said approvingly as he used his hands to jiggle my ass as Garrett fucked me. It turned me on. We were performing for him, but unlike the way we’d performed for the Johns, guys we had absolutely no interest in, we were in love with Garrett and that made what we were doing worthwhile.
“I—am—take—ing—it!” I stammered, my voice returning to me (barely) during each one of his Garrett’s backstrokes, his cock working like a piston attached to the world’s most powerful steam engine.
“Give it to him, baby,” Billy said encouragingly. He was all the way up in my stomach—at least that’s how it felt, and his swollen tip was grazing against my sweet spot, and I knew without even looking that my cock was absolutely dripping with precum. Billy apparently knew it too, as he shifted from behind me to in front of me. I looked down in time to see him open his mouth to accept a long strand of my sweet juice as it fell from my cock. It landed on his tongue and his eyes smiled up at me as he swallowed.
“Fuck—that’s—hot!” I stammered. Garrett spanked me hard and sent my eyes rolling back in my head as I began to lose myself in the moment. Sometimes I wondered how I physically survived our sessions. Garrett was ferocious in his fucking, and his massive dick seemed like it should never even fit inside of me. Every time he pounded me, I felt as though I was going to pass out and die—happily, of course—from an absolute overload of pleasure. It was like a thousand fireworks going off over a field of millions of flowers that all bloomed simultaneously beneath a brilliant shining sky.
“Your ass feels so tight,” Garrett growled as he spanked me again.
Leave a red mark! I thought, but I knew he would. He always did. If people could only see how red my ass was after he fucked me…
“He is tight, isn’t he, daddy?” Billy asked.
Garrett groaned in response, driving his cock deep inside of me and thrusting even deeper, if that was somehow possible, causing me to gasp and cry out.
The one actually hurt, I thought. But in the greatest way!
His balls pressed against mine. We were both covered in my slick, entangled in rapture as he had his way with me. I thought it couldn’t get any better, but that’s when I felt Billy’s lips on me.
My eyes sprang open and I looked down to see him swallow my entire cock, all the way up to my stomach. Even then, he extended his tongue and lapped at my balls.
“Holy shit!”
He moaned in response, the vibrations from his throat tantalizing my shaft. He held his head steady as Garrett began to fuck me again, causing my dick to slide in and out of his lips, almost as though I was face-fucking him myself. It was a strangely dominant thing for me to be doing—but I wasn’t really doing it—I was simply an extension of Garrett’s prowess, and that turned me on even more. I felt my cock jerk as an orgasm began rapidly approaching.
“Not yet!” I yelped as it closed in on me.
“Not yet what, baby?” Garrett whispered, fully aware of what I meant.
“I don’t want to come yet!”
“Why not?” he teased, changing his strokes to long, slow and deliberate, withdrawing so far that I started to panic, thinking he was going to actually pull all the way out. “Don’t you want to come?”
Billy’s lips tightened around my cock. He pressed forward and deep-throated me, causing him to gag a little, which drove me wild. I knew then that no matter what I tried, I was going to bust. There was just no fighting it.
“Ah, I’m coming!” I groaned as my orgasm overpowered me, spurred on by Garrett’s girth stretching me out, pressing against my sweet spot and Billy’s lips working their magic on my tip. “I’m coming!”
Chapter Thirty
Billy
As always, Tommy’s cum tasted sweet as ever, with a hint of the chocolate scent that was dripping off of him in the form of his slick. His cock flexed between my lips as he exploded and pumped his juices onto my tongue like the stream from a warm fire hydrant.
“Mmm! Mmm!” I groaned as I swallowed eagerly. Tasting his explosion was like the ultimate reward, the physical symbolism of his passion and desire for Garrett and me. I sucked and sucked and kept sucking as he came and I didn’t stop until every last drop had hit my tongue. Even then, as Garrett slowed his strokes, I grasped Tommy’s dick by the base and squeezed, milking the last of the last of his cum out of him and into my mouth.
My own body was crying out for Garrett’s attention. Despite how turned on I was by Tommy, Garrett was the true prize, the true power in this relationship. He was the alpha, my alpha, and I wanted to be taken by him in the same way he’d taken Tommy. I thought for a moment I would get to my feet and present to him, but like he always seemed to be able to do, Garrett read my mind.
He pulled out of Tommy, which was probably what Tommy wanted at that moment anyway having just come, and grabbed me beneath the shoulders and lifted me to my feet so quickly that it took my breath away.
“Your turn,” he said slyly as he looked into my eyes with a fierce passion that caused my heart to jump and send my head spinning.
Yes!
I expected him to press me up against the wall like he’d done to Tommy, but instead, he did something he’d never done before. He picked me up by the waist and lifted me into the air. Unsure of what to do, I wrapped my legs around him, expecting him to slide into me and hold me up while fucking me. Instead, he did something even more outlandish.
He unwrapped my arms from around his shoulders and leaned forward, causing me to start to fall backwards.
“Put your arms up,” he told me. I listened and raised both of my arms behind my head as he continued to lower me backwards. My hands found the floor of the shower and I held myself there in a strange, awkward handstand. My legs began to slip from around his waist, and I started to panic, but Garrett’s firm hands seized me just beneath the knees and spread them open so he was holding me upside down with my hole aimed straight up at him.
Holy shit! I’m a gymnast!
The blood was rushing to my head and I took a deep breath as Garrett entered me. My slick was running but his cock was still coated with Tommy’s, which turned me on even more. We were all one sweaty, slick threesome exploring our primal urges with each other without any hesitation or trepidation.
Garrett’s hands moved from my knees to my ass as he pulled me onto his cock. His grip was firm, so firm it almost hurt. I was practically foaming at the mouth as he started to fuck me.
My cock bounced up and down, slapping against my stomach with every thrust he drove into me. Strands of precum flew everywhere and I looked up to see his face, intent with lust and desire, twisted with pleasure that filled me with an unbelievable sense of pride.
I’m doing that to him, I thought. He may have been the one fucking me, but it was my ass that was driving him wild and causing him to go as hard as he was going.
“What a position!” Tommy said with admiration from beside me as he sat down on the shower floor. From my position, he was upside down, but I could still see the look of admiration on his face, as well as the exhaustion from the powerful orgasm he’d just experienced.
“I—I can barely hold it!” I stammered. It wasn’t because I was weak or was lacking in athleticism, it was just that Garrett’s cock felt so incredible inside of me that I was losing the ability to do anything but think about just how good it was.
“I’ve got you, baby,” Garrett told me, then added, “Daddy’s got you.”
His words were exactly what I needed to hear. He was taking my teasing and throwing it right back at me. I glanced over at Tommy, signaling with my eyes. He understood immediately and moved closer. He took my cock in his hand and began to jerk it as Garrett fucked me. I couldn’t believe it, but my own orgasm was already on the horizon.
“Holy shit, Garrett!” I gasped. “I’m already close!”
“I know you are, baby,” he replied. “And so am I. You want my cum?”
“YES!” I blabbered. “Give it to me! Please!”
He was as hard as a paddle inside of me. I bucked against him, clenching my ass around his massive girth, tugging at his cock, begging for the cum deep within his balls.
My own cum was about to be released as well. Tommy’s hand was working its magic, twisting in a circular motion around my swollen tip, ushering me towards the point of no return.
I smelled his scent.
I felt the strength of his hands.
I felt myself stretching around him.
I shuddered as the sensations overwhelmed me.
I screamed.
“I’m coming!”
Cum sprayed from my cock, arced high into the air and came splashing down on my face, neck and chest as Tommy jerked me off. Garrett growled and cried out as he pulled out and sprayed all over me.
His load was monstrous, like something off Pornhub.com. I gasped, opened my mouth to try and catch as much of it as I could, in the process getting some of mine too—but I didn’t care. In fact, it was almost hotter that way. It was so sexual, like we’d lost ourselves in the most basic parts of our desires and forgotten about anything else.
“So hot…” I heard Tommy whisper from beside me. I kept coming, my juices mixing with Garrett’s, raining down all over me like I was his personal sex slave. I was more than that, but even then, at that moment, I would have settled for that.
Epilogue
Garrett
One year later…
“I can’t fucking believe it, Sawyer!” I laughed as we high-fived beneath the purple and orange-cream sunset of Pacific Beach. “We did it!”
“We sure did!” he smiled back, a shit-eating grin plastered all over his face. And it was well deserved too. We’d just finished our first month in operation of our second taco stand, Taco-Climax, which we’d opened in Pacific Beach and was being
run by none other than our very own Sid.
The place was an instant hit, fueled by the news that Taco-Gasms was expanding, the word of mouth had spread like wildfire across the city. We posted all over social media and had a line down the block for our first lunch service. We even had to turn people away after we ran out of tacos! None of us had seen that coming. Sid was exhausted as he stepped out of the trailer, but was grinning like an old drunk.
“How you feeling, big boy?” Sawyer asked, wrapping an affirming arm around his shoulder. “Must feel good to be out on your own.”
“Feeling great,” Sid said with a heavy but happy sigh.
“You guys closing now?” a typical blonde SoCal girl asked as she came up behind him. “Any chance I could get one of the specials?”
“Sorry,” Sid apologized. “We’re all out. Come back tomorrow—and be early!”
“Aw, okay!” the girl said before turning around and zipping off on an electric scooter.
“Look at that,” Sawyer said happily. “We’re the talk of the town!”
“And rightfully so,” I said with approval. “All thanks to this guy right here.”
“All thanks to you,” Sid replied. “If you hadn’t hired me to begin with…”
“Hey, there are a lot of ifs in something like this,” I told him. “But at the end of the day, if you weren’t talented enough to take over and run this thing for us, we wouldn’t have anything.”
“Yeah, but—”
“Just take the compliment, Sid,” Sawyer interrupted. “And shut the Hell up.”
Sid grinned. “All right, my bad, my bad. Thanks to both of you.”
“Now hook up to the truck and get ready to go,” I told him, jokingly scolding in my boss voice.
“You got it,” Sid replied, heading off to pack things up, giving Sawyer and me a moment to look out at the setting sun.
