by K. C. Wells
I hesitated, and he opened his eyes wide. “Aha. You have…” He leaned forward and lowered his voice. “Something kinky in mind.”
Tim straightened. “Really? What?”
“It’s not a big deal. I’ve been to hundreds of these.” Then I reconsidered. “Except that’s not strictly true. It is a big deal—to Pete. It’s something he’s thought about, talked about, and fantasized about, so I figured it was time for me to make it a reality.”
“Now you’ve really intrigued me.” Brayden leaned forward again. “What is it?” he whispered.
I took a deep breath. “A gangbang. I’ve invited three friends to come over. We’ve spent the last week exchanging emails, sharing our latest test results.”
Tim coughed, hastily mopping up coffee. “You’re giving him a gangbang… for Valentine’s Day?” He gave a furtive look around the coffee shop, as if checking that no one was listening in to our conversation.
“You don’t think he’ll appreciate the thought?” For the first time, I wavered. Had I got this all wrong?
Brayden guffawed. “Oh sure. I mean, nothing says ‘I love you’ like ‘Come in here where I have three friends waiting to fuck you bareback’.”
Before I could react, Tim regarded Brayden with a plaintive expression. “Oooh… can I have one of those for my birthday?” Then he jerked his head toward me. “A raw gangbang?”
I nodded. “They’re on PrEP, and have all undergone testing to make sure they don’t have so much as a fungal nail infection. And Pete and I haven’t used condoms since Christmas. I got our latest clean bill of health two days ago.”
Brayden regarded me closely. “You’ve obviously put a good deal of thought into this, if you’re vetting everyone.”
“Oh yeah. I know he wants this. And I want him to be happy.” That brief flare of panic had subsided. We’d discussed his limits enough times, and I’d hinted at bringing in more guys after his fisting. If he hadn’t mentioned it again after that, I’d have let it drop.
Only, he did. More than once. That was what had convinced me I was on the right track, in the end.
I was going to blow his mind.
“I suppose video would be out of the question,” Tim said innocently. When Brayden gasped, he shrugged. “What? I think it sounds phenomenally hot. Totally jealous here.”
Brayden aimed an accusatory glance in my direction. “Now look what you’ve started.” Then he started laughing. “Well, this has been a most educational coffee break.”
“Educational?” I frowned.
He snickered. “Oh yes. I’m only now discovering what a kinky guy I married. He’s managed to keep this quiet for years, but the cat is well and truly out of the bag.” He took Tim’s hand.
“Think of all the fun you’ll have.” I grinned. “So many things to see and do.”
“I was thinking Folsom might be a good place to start,” Tim said in a matter-of-fact tone. When both Brayden and I gaped at him, he frowned. “What?”
“Don’t run before you can walk,” I advised him. Tim reminded me of Pete.
In which case, Brayden was going to have his hands full. One look at his smirk, and I couldn’t resist. “And I don’t know what you’re looking so pleased about. You’ve got some catching up to do, because apparently, vanilla isn’t going to cut it anymore.”
That wiped the smug expression from his face. Not that I was thinking about what lay in store for them.
I was already anticipating Valentine’s Day.
The Day
Pete
February 14th
Damon took one look at me and shook his head. “I swear, you’re vibrating.”
“I’m buzzing! I’ve been like this ever since breakfast. And, can I just say, that was mean. Telling me this morning that I had a surprise coming, but I’d have to wait for it until the evening?” I hadn’t stopped thinking about it all day. Wondering. Fantasizing.
I was a mess. Work? Forget work. I couldn’t concentrate for long enough. There wasn’t just my surprise to contemplate. There was also the one I had planned for Damon.
The one that was giving me heart palpitations.
“I wanted to build your excitement.” Damon grinned. “Did it work?”
I aimed a look at him that hopefully promised retribution when the day was over. “Can’t you give me a hint?”
Damon stroked his chin, then smiled. “Yes. You’ll love it.”
I resisted the urge to whine. “Something a little more concrete than that?” He peered up toward the ceiling, and I let out a growl. “I’m pretty sure the answer’s not up there.”
“Okay,” he said slowly, appearing to relent. He left me and walked into our bedroom, returning with—
An enema kit. Hoo boy.
Well, that told me one thing. Whatever was happening, my ass was in for a surprise. And just like that, a switch flipped.
Whatever was happening was new. I felt it, from balls to bones.
“When do you want me ready?” I kept my voice low and even, doing my best to control the excitement bubbling inside me.
Damon’s eyes shone with approval. “Eight o’clock. There’s soup for dinner. Once we’ve eaten, you’re to go prepare yourself.”
“And… how do you want me? I mean, is there anything you’d like me to wear?”
Another warm, approving glance. “Just that jock I bought for you. The one you wore for the Folsom after-party.” He grinned. “The one that barely contains your cock.”
This was getting better and better. “Are we… going somewhere?”
“Yes, but not far.” His lips twitched. “Just make sure you’re ready for eight.” Then he leaned over and kissed me. “I’m gonna make it a Valentine’s Day to remember.” He paused, and I knew exactly what was going through his mind. He’d gotten the cute card from me that morning, a red background with two guys’ heads silhouetted against it, with a pair of hearts and a thought bubble containing the words, ‘I can’t even think straight.’ And I knew he was looking around, waiting for his gift.
That didn’t materialize.
Well, if he could tease me….
“I have a surprise for you too,” I said quietly. “But that’s for later.”
He laughed. “I see. Then I guess I’ll have to wait too. Do I need to clean out my ass for your surprise?” he said jokingly.
I couldn’t waste an opening like that. I leaned in close, until our lips were almost touching, then whispered, “Only if you’re gonna let me fuck you again.”
Damon’s breathing hitched. He wound his fingers through my hair, and held on tight as he kissed me, with none of the tenderness of before. This was a brutal, fierce claiming, and I fucking loved it. When he released me, I chuckled.
“See? I knew you loved it.”
It was all bluff, and we both knew it. Topping Damon when he was tied up was one thing. I’d done it to make sure he knew I wasn’t going anywhere, and that I wanted him. Now that I had him? I had no inclination to repeat the experience.
Except if he asked me to.
Damon reached down and squeezed my butt cheeks. “Just make sure you’re so squeaky clean, I could use your ass as my dinner plate. And you might wanna put in a butt plug once you’re done.” His gaze met mine, and he grinned. “Well, you said you wanted hints. But that’s all you’re getting.”
Whatever he had planned, one thing was obvious.
My ass was in for an unforgettable evening.
~ 0 ~
“Ready?”
I opened the bedroom door and stood there in my boots and a leather jock, my collar around my neck as usual. I did my best not to tremble, but fuck, I was nervous. He’d instructed me not to come out of our room for the last half hour.
Damon looked me up and down, nodding. “Perfect.” He fingered the collar and smiled. “My boy.”
“Yours,” I whispered. I took advantage of his perusal to take in what he was wearing. Damon with a black leather harness snug across his chest was a
magnificent sight, but my attention was drawn to the leather shorts that were barely more than briefs, his dick straining the pouch. My fingers itched to touch that solid length, but I knew better. I kept my hands to my sides and waited as he crossed the room, went to the dresser, opened a drawer, then returned to me, something black and soft in his hands.
“You’ll wear this at first,” he said as he tied the blindfold at the back of my head.
At first came as a relief. So at some point this evening I’d get to see what was going on. “Yes, sir. Will…. Will I need a coat or something to cover me?” I had visions of him leading me out to the car, all the neighbors gawking at me.
“I thought you liked the idea of exhibitionism,” Damon said with a snicker. “And the answer is no. Now, here’s my arm. I’m going to lead you through the house.”
“Wait. There’s a bag on the bed. It’s got a towel and stuff in it. You know, after care.” My heart hammered. I had to take that bag.
A moment later, Damon said. “Okay. I’ve got it. Though I’m pretty sure I can take care of all that.”
I took his arm and walked slowly and carefully toward the rear of the house, but rather than head for the back door, Damon took a turn. Mentally, I tried to envisage our surroundings.
We were at the door to the basement.
Relief flooded through me. “You weren’t kidding when you said we weren’t going far.”
Damon laughed, close beside me. “Okay, you know what the stairs look like. Put your hand to the wall as you go down.”
I obeyed, feeling my way down the stairs into the cooler temperature of the basement. Except… it was warmer down there than usual. I could feel it. When I reached the bottom, I stood still, unsure of what was around me. Damon took my hand and guided me further into the space.
“Very nice, Damon.” The voice was deep and gruff—and familiar. I froze, frantically replaying that voice in my head. Tate. The guy who’d fingered my ass while I’d been on my knees, sucking Damon’s cock in the middle of Folsom Street.
Oh fuck. He’s organized a threeway.
Damon had hinted at it often enough, and I’d thought about it ever since he first brought up the idea. And now that it was really going to happen?
I was surprised I didn’t come on the spot.
“Fuck, look at that dick. He’s already like a rock.”
Okay, that wasn’t Tate. That was…. An image came to mind. A bear of a guy, so similar to Damon in build, with big hands. Come to think of it, one of those hands was usually deep inside Ray’s rectum. That’s Jake. Okay, not a threeway then.
Well, Damon had asked me if three guys was a hard limit.
“Oh, this is going to be so much fun.”
Who the hell is that?
I stood still, rooted to the spot. Warm air brushed my neck, and I shuddered. “That’s it. That’s all of them.” Damon’s voice, low and comforting. Then his chuckle tickled my ear. “Well, I did wonder how many we could squeeze into here.”
Holy fuck. His words. The Christmas party. How many guys he could squeeze into his basement for…
My first gangbang.
I swallowed, then went with humor. “Aw, for me? You shouldn’t have.” Laughter erupted around us.
Damon’s lips met mine. Like I didn’t know his kiss.
“On your knees, boy.”
Well, Fuck Me.
Pete
I lowered myself to the floor, which was covered in some kind of fabric, not the vinyl tiles I remembered. My arms were still at my sides, my back straight. This might be my surprise, but there was no way I would let Damon down.
I’d show them his boy knew how to behave.
“Things to share before we start.” Damon’s voice. “I know these guys. I trust them. And we’ve all seen each other’s paperwork. We’ve all been tested recently. Full medical check.”
Before I could react, Damon surged ahead.
“And the reason for sharing this? No condoms here tonight, boy.”
Whoa. It was exhilarating that he’d organized a gangbang for me, but a bareback gangbang?
Damon didn’t do things by halves, and I was one lucky boy.
“Two of these guys are on PrEP. The other is HIV positive, but he’s on meds and is undetectable. None of them have little nasties lurking anywhere.” Fingers stroked my hair. “So by the end of this, you will be wearing their cum, or pushing it out of your hole.” His breath tickled my ear. “Not to mention eating it.”
Fuck.
“Your thoughts, please.”
He expects me to think after delivering that?
I swallowed. “You must think I’m safe to let this go ahead. I trust you, sir.”
“Good boy.” His tone was warm, and I knew I’d said the right thing.
“Ever had someone breed your ass, boy?” That unknown voice.
“Only Damon, sir.” And that was new enough that it still gave me a thrill to feel his cock throb inside me.
“Can we stop jawing now?” Tate complained. “Because I for one want that sweet mouth wrapped around my cock.”
Damon’s hand hadn’t moved from my head. “Now’s the time to back out, if you want to. Your safeword is red, remember.”
Like I was going to back out now.
I held my head high. “Where’s that dick?”
Damon laughed. He shoved my head back and kissed me, hard and long. Then he let go. “You can get him warmed up, Tate.”
Without warning, a warm cock pushed against my lips, demanding entrance, and suddenly my mouth was full of hard dick. Tate’s hands cupped the back of my head as he pumped into me, my nostrils filled with the smell of leather. The sound of quickened breathing increased on all sides, and I knew they stood around me. The slap of dick against palm told me what was coming.
Fucking bring it on. Sucking cock had to be my favorite.
Music started up, a good steady beat with a rhythm that got my pulse racing. He’s thought of everything. Above it, Tate’s groan filled my ears. “Fuck, Damon. It looked amazing… when he was sucking you off at Folsom… The reality is even better that I thought.” A warm, calloused hand caressed my cheek. “Beautiful, Pete. Just beautiful.”
My chest swelled, and I sucked all the harder, pulling another heartfelt groan from him.
“Enough of that. My turn.” That unknown voice. Before I could ask whose dick I had the pleasure of sucking, my mouth was taken in a fierce kiss, and I responded eagerly. Seconds later, I was swallowing another hot meaty cock, only now, one of them slapped their dick against my neck. I bobbed furiously, taking in as much as I could, thankful as ever for no gag reflex.
I had but to turn my head a little to encounter fresh dick, and that was it, the pattern was set. I took it in turns to move from cock to cock, sucking along thick shafts, taking one to the root, before my hair was roughly pulled and I was filled with another. Wet sounds accompanied my endeavors, and I knew the four men were sharing kisses, while palming slick shafts, awaiting their turn. I could feel the heat from their bodies as they pressed in around me, murmuring words of encouragement.
“That’s it, take it. Take that dick.”
“All the way in, boy. Swallow it.”
One hand on my throat. “Fuck, feel it when he takes it deep.”
“You’re a born cocksucker, aren’t ya?”
My mouth was full of dick while another slapped me in the face.
“Make him take two.” That was Tate. And then there were two cock heads pushing at my mouth, while I licked and sucked first one, then the other. “Both of ’em,” Tate growled, and my lips were stretched as two hard, smooth heads fought to gain entrance.
“Gimme that mouth.” That was Damon, and I was robbed of breath when he claimed my mouth in a wet, long kiss, before another mouth claimed possession.
“Time to let him see what he’s playing with,” said the unknown guy, and I blinked as the blindfold was pulled from my eyes. The speaker wore a pair of pale worn jeans and a h
arness, and I recognized him. RD, the guy whose party we’d attended after Folsom. His fly was open to reveal a long, thick shaft and full-looking balls, resting against the denim. What I couldn’t miss was the heavy ring through the end of his cock. Snug around the root and balls was a black cock ring. Next to him on my right was Jake, who was naked from the waist down, apart from a pair of boots, and who wore a black vinyl shirt, the flaps open. To my left was Tate, wearing a pair of backless shorts and a snug leather vest. Two more cock rings in evidence.
Damon stood to my left, gazing at me and grinning. “Having fun yet?”
Then they turned up the heat, and my mouth was never empty.
RD held my head firm while Tate thrust into my mouth, until his dick was bumping the back of my throat. Then it was Tate holding Damon’s cock steady while Jake pushed me to take it deeper. All change. Jake smacked his dick against my tongue, before Damon put both hands around my throat, his thumbs on my cheeks as Jake fucked my mouth, until long strings of saliva fell from his glistening shaft as he pulled it free.
My own cock ached, and I yearned to take it out. “Please,” I gasped out between dicks, rubbing my crotch.
Tate reached down to unzip the pouch. “Play with it,” he commanded.
Like I needed to be told a second time. I curled my fingers around my hot shaft and rocked, forcing it through the tunnel of my palm. Jake trickled lube over my fingers, and fuck, that was heaven.
They towered above me, their arms around one another’s shoulders as I moved from dick to dick, accompanied by the constant entreaties that fell from their lips, to suck it, lick it, take it deep, take that fucking cock…
It was glorious. The kisses were sloppy and fucking perfect, all tongues and teeth. And just when I thought it couldn’t get any better, they all stopped as if by some silent agreement. RD pointed to the right. “On there, hands and knees.”
There turned out to be a low bench.
Finally, I was about to get a dick in my ass. Several dicks. My hole tightened at the thought.
I got up, my knees aching slightly, and hurried to get up onto the padded surface. Tate was at my head in an instant, proffering his cock, and I took him into my mouth. The others were behind me, out of my line of sight.
