by K. C. Wells
Zac barely heard him. All that registered was the fact that Chris was wiping a lube-slick hand over his cock, and he was about to slide it deep into Alex’s ass.
For some reason Zac couldn’t fathom, he wasn’t happy.
Chris grabbed Alex’s ankles and spread him wide, while Alex guided Chris’s dick into position. “I’m all lubed up and ready to go,” he said, gazing up at Chris. “Come on. Want to feel this inside me.”
Chris pushed with his hips, moving unhurriedly as he penetrated Alex’s ass, and grunted. “Fuck. You’re tighter than I expected.” He withdrew a little, only to thrust back in, tearing a groan from Alex when he filled him to the hilt. Chris stiffened as Nate mounted Chris, aiming his dick at Chris’s hole.
Zac forgot about his dick and focused on the scene in front of him, the three men locked together, Chris shuttling back and forth between hole and cock. The slick sounds should have been erotic, but Zac paid them no mind. He only had eyes for Chris.
Now and again Chris looked over to where Zac sat, his eyes shining as he fucked Alex with abandon, all the while impaling himself on Nate’s heavy shaft. Zac wanted to look away, but he didn’t. He wanted to blot out the sounds Alex made each time Chris drove his cock deep, but he couldn’t. Instead, he remained frozen to the spot, looking on increasingly unhappy as the three men neared the end. When Nate stiffened, digging his fingers into Chris’s hips as he shot his load inside him, Zac wanted it to be over.
What he really wished was that he’d never agreed to it in the first place.
What he didn’t know was why he felt that way.
***
Chris thanked Alex and Nate as he walked them to the door.
“Anytime,” Nate said with a grin. “And thank you for joining in.”
“Yeah, thanks.” Alex leaned in and kissed his cheek. “I really had a good time tonight. So if you ever want to do this again, we’ll be here. Just say the word.”
Chris watched them head to the elevator, then closed the door. His hole ached, and after the pounding Nate had given him, he was surprised he could walk straight. But he didn’t want to think about the sweaty, hot, glorious sex he’d just had.
He had a mystery to solve. What is wrong with Zac?
For someone who’d been fired up to watch at the start, Zac was uncharacteristically reticent about the performance. He’d nodded and said all the right things in all the right places, but it was obvious to Chris something was wrong.
And he aimed to find out what exactly was going on.
“So what’s changed?”
Chris walked back into his living room. Zac was clicking the lid shut on the bottle of lube, before dropping it into the drawer of the coffee table. He glanced up as Chris entered. “That was some birthday present.”
“I thought you might like it.” Chris peered at him. “You did like it, didn’t you?” Because Zac’s words weren’t exactly effusive thanks, and by now Chris knew Zac well enough to know when he’d really gotten off on something.
“Yeah, it was awesome.”
Okay, now Chris was really worried. The words were right, but…
“Is anything wrong?”
Zac gave him a wide-eyed stare. “Why should anything be wrong? You cooked a great meal, you invited two hot guys to fuck in front of us… Hell, I even got to watch you get fucked. I’d say that is one fantastic way to spend a birthday.”
“Do you want to stay?” The thought of sitting with Zac on the couch, maybe watching a movie, seemed the perfect way to end the night.
“If it’s all the same to you, I think I’ll go back to my place.”
“Why?” Chris frowned. “You don’t have work tomorrow. And we could do something. Whatever you want.” To his own ears, he sounded desperate, and then he realized why.
I don’t want him to go.
“I’ve got a lot of things to do this weekend,” Zac explained, “so I wanna wake up early and get started on them. And if I stay here, you’ll only distract me.” There was the faintest hint of a smile at that point, and Chris’s tension eased off a little.
“Okay. Want me to see what we can do next weekend?” Chris didn’t doubt for a second that he’d find something they’d both love.
“Sure.”
And there was that effusive reaction again—not.
When Zac grabbed his jacket, Chris knew the night was well and truly over. He walked Zac to the door. “I’m glad you had a good time,” he said quietly.
Zac smiled. “I had a great time.” He leaned in and kissed Chris’s cheek. “Bye for now. Have a good weekend.” And then he was gone.
Chris closed the door and went back into the living room. He sank onto the couch and stared at the spot Alex and Nate had occupied.
What did I do wrong?
He’d obviously done something because the change in Zac had been abrupt. Chris wasn’t a stupid man. He knew something had changed in him too.
He’s gotten to me.
Four months of being fuck-buddies who didn’t fuck, and now Chris wanted more. He couldn’t pinpoint the moment when he’d realized Zac had become important to him. Yes, they’d shared some hot experiences, they got each other off while they watched with blowjobs and hand jobs, but that was as far as it went. Zac didn’t want more than that.
But now I do.
If he were honest, Chris could admit there had been changes in his own life. A distinct lack of partners, for one thing, and that had been by choice, not lack of opportunity. Not that he’d shared this with Zac. Because that wasn’t them, right? They were just friends.
Except they were more than friends, and he knew it.
We have dinner together. We go to the movies together. We go to clubs and parties together. For two guys who didn’t want to be in a relationship, it sure the fuck looked like they were in one.
And then there were the nights when Chris called Zac, just to talk, to hear his voice. They chatted about inconsequential shit, but hearing Zac eased something inside him. It was as if their connection had been re-established. It felt right.
Am I so certain he feels like he did all those months ago? Maybe he’s changed his mind too. Except if that were the case, Zac would’ve said something, right?
What, like I’ve said something?
Chris was such a mess.
All of this reflection got him nowhere. Zac had said nothing was wrong. Chris supposed he’d have to believe him, even if his instincts told him Zac was lying his fucking head off. Chris would organize something for the following weekend, and then see how the land lay. If everything seemed back to normal, then fine. If not…
Chris would deal with it.
***
“Thanks, Matt.” The call had made Chris’s day.
Matt chuckled. “You’re welcome. It’ll be good to see you. And then you can tell me why we haven’t seen you since the summer.”
“I’ve been… busy?” Chris knew he’d neglected his friends. I was busy taking care of one friend in particular.
“Why do I feel you’re not telling me something? Whatever. Next weekend, you and I will find a moment for a chat, then you can tell me all about it.”
Chris hoped there’d be nothing to tell. He hoped Matt’s invitation was just what he and Zac needed to get things back on an even keel. “Sure. Like that’s going to be possible. You’ll have guests, remember?”
“Hey.” Matt’s voice softened. “I can always find time for one of my best friends. Especially if he needs to talk.”
“Thank you,” Chris said sincerely, his throat tightening at the emotion displayed in Matt’s words. He disconnected, then sent a text to Zac.
Got a minute?
God, he hoped so. There had been no texts from Zac all week. Okay, he’d replied to Chris’s, but with nothing like his usual zingy, witty as fuck responses. These had all been short and sweet.
Sure.
That was all the impetus Chris needed. He pressed Call. When Zac answered, Chris launched instantly. “
Hey. I know it’s short notice, but do you wanna go to a party Saturday?”
Zac laughed. “Nice to hear you too, Chris. Okay, where is it? And is it the kind of party we’d like?”
“Most definitely. Remember my friends Matt and Jake?”
“Like I could forget that weekend.”
Chris chuckled. “It was pretty memorable, huh?” It had also been the catalyst for starting them off on their present journey. “Well, Saturday is their wedding anniversary, and they’re inviting a few friends over to help them celebrate.”
Zac snickered. “Something tells me we’re not talking a drinks-and-munchies kinda party.”
“Oh, there’ll be those. And black vinyl sheets on the floor, lube in every room, slings—”
“Okay, okay, you’ve sold me. Sounds great. Will there be as many guests as last time?”
“Matt says not. About ten or so this time.” They spent a couple of minutes working out when to meet up at Grand Central, and which train they’d catch, and then Zac had to go because he had a meeting. Chris hung up, relieved.
It’s going to be okay. Matt’s party was exactly what they needed. A familiar setting, a lot to feast their eyes upon, and multiple opportunities for them both to get off.
Perfect.
It would also provide an opportunity to spend time with Zac, and that was the best part. Chris had missed him. The hardest part of the coming weekend? Not doing or saying anything that gave away how he was feeling.
Zac doesn’t want that, remember?
***
As they stepped into Matt and Jake’s house, Zac wondered briefly what he was letting himself in for this time. After all the sights of the previous party, he didn’t think there was anything left to surprise him.
“At least it’s too damn cold for the paddling pool this time,” Chris murmured as they handed their coats to the naked slave with the collar.
Zac shuddered. “And I still don’t wanna try that.” He glanced at the empty living room ahead of them. “I know you said there would be fewer guys here than last time, but...”
The slave coughed. “Sir, you’ll find most of the guests are upstairs in the master bedroom.”
Chris grinned. “Thank you.” When the slave walked off, he leaned in toward Zac. “Wanna watch your first gangbang?”
Okay. Scratch that last thought about nothing left to surprise me. “Seriously?” Zac stilled. “Just watch?” After his birthday surprise, he no longer knew what to expect. Will Chris want to join in?
Chris kissed his cheek. “I’m going to be the one with my hand in your jeans, stroking your dick while you watch Jake getting fucked.”
Okay, that answered that question. “How do you know Jake is the one who’s bottoming?”
Chris laughed. “Trust me. I speak from experience.” He led Zac up the stairs and along the hallway to the master bedroom. As they neared the open doorway, Zac couldn’t miss the groans and grunts that emanated from it. They went into the room, and the smell of sweat and cum hit Zac immediately. There were eight naked men in the room: Jake was in the middle of the bed on all fours, one guy kneeling in front of him, and another behind, and he was being filled from both ends. Four men stood around the bed, watching and working their dicks. Judging by the moans that poured out of Jake, he was loving every second of it. The guy fucking his ass stiffened, crying out as he shot deep inside Jake, and even as he pulled out, another guy took his place.
Matt sat on the couch at the foot of the bed, watching the proceedings, his shaft slick as he slowly slid his hand along it. He glanced up and smiled at Chris and Zac. “Hey. Just in time for the finale.” He inclined his head toward the empty space next to him on the couch. “Take a seat.”
Zac joined him, and Chris stood at his side. “What’s the finale?”
Matt chuckled. “Jake’s taken every dick so far, some of them twice. I’ve lost count of how many loads he’d had pumped into him. But now we get to his favorite part.”
Zac was dying to ask why Matt wasn’t on the bed with his husband, taking part in the proceedings, but that seemed rude. Instead, he gave the bed his full attention.
One of the guys on the periphery got onto the bed and lay down, his heavy cock standing at attention. Jake straddled it in reverse cowboy, slowly sinking down onto it until he was fully seated. Then the guy bent his legs, tilting his hips, and eased Jake to lie down on his back, his hands grabbing Jake’s knees and pulling them up toward his chest.
Another guy got onto the bed and knelt between the bottom guy’s legs, his thick, veiny dick slick with lube. He aimed and pushed so, so carefully, and Jake groaned.
“Fuck, that feels huge.” He turned his head toward Matt. “Aw, fuck, babe.”
“You look amazing,” Matt told him, his hand moving faster on his cock.
Zac had never seen anything like it. It wasn’t the double penetration that made his breathing quicken, but the sight of all those men, and Jake just taking them all. He popped the button on his jeans and pushed them down to his knees, his dick rising into the air, already stiff.
“Want some help with that?” Chris murmured, grabbing a packet of lube from a nearby table and tearing it open.
Zac nodded eagerly, and Chris wrapped a slick hand around his thickening shaft. Zac focused on the group on the bed, his hips pushing up to meet Chris’s hand, making his cock slide through Chris’s fingers. Jake was staring wide-eyed at the guy fucking him, who picked up speed, while all around them, the spectators jerked off, their bodies glistening with sweat. Perspiration coated Jake’s chest and abs, his arms around the neck of the guy fucking him with long strokes now.
“Oh, oh fuck, oh fuck.” When cum pulsed from Jake’s dick, one of the watchers got onto the bed and took Jake into his mouth, drinking down every last drop. Tremors coursed through Jake’s body, and his moans increased.
“Ready for my load?” the guy on top demanded.
“Ready for mine?” Zac said with a groan, and Chris scrambled to kneel beside him, leaning over just in time to swallow his load. Zac closed his eyes to the scene and lost himself to the sensations: Chris’s mouth on his dick, warm and wet; the moans and grunts from the bed; and the smell of Matt’s spunk as he too came with a cry.
The only guy not to come was Chris.
Shaking, Zac stroked Chris’s head as he rode out the last waves of sensual pleasure. “That was one helluva way to start a party,” he murmured. He opened his eyes and gazed at Chris as he leisurely cleaned Zac’s cock with his tongue.
“The night is still young,” Matt said beside him, his lean torso spattered with cum. He got up from the couch and walked over to the bed. “Gentlemen, I believe it’s my turn.”
The onlookers stepped away from the bed as Matt climbed onto it and stretched out beside a thoroughly spent Jake, holding him and kissing him, Jake’s arms around him. Soft murmurs escaped Matt’s lips as he told Jake how amazing he’d looked—and how much he loved him.
Zac stared at them, marveling at how they apparently shut out the world, lost in a bubble of time and space that was just the two of them.
Chris cleared his throat. “That’s our cue to leave too,” he said in a low voice.
Zac nodded, and pulled up his jeans. He got up and followed Chris from the room, following the troop of naked, sweaty men who were laughing and talking about the experience. Everyone went downstairs and into the kitchen where a bar had been set up, and the middle island had been prepared with trays of snacks and fruit. Bottles of water lined the countertop, and Chris grabbed two of them.
“Come with me.” He led Zac through the living room and into the covered back porch, where two couches faced each other. Chris sat on one of them and tugged Zac down beside him. He handed Zac a bottle, and Zac drank greedily. It had been very warm in the bedroom, and he wasn’t surprised the participants had been covered in sweat.
“So, how was it?” Chris asked.
Zac thought for a moment. “It looked…” He struggled to find
the right words. Hot didn’t even come close. “I liked it,” he said simply. He couldn’t even begin to understand how it must have felt to be Jake, being fucked by so many men, used like he was their plaything. And as for that scene at the end, Jake and Matt, locked in each other’s arms…
That one moment had touched Zac someplace deep inside him. They love each other. There was no denying that. One glance at their faces was enough. How easy it must be, to let yourself go, to let your emotions show like that.
Zac was getting tired of hiding his. This is no way to live. And he wasn’t sure how much longer he could keep up the pretense before he cracked.
The door from the living room opened, and one of the men from upstairs stepped onto the back porch, now wearing a jock. “Chris. How are you?”
Chris got to his feet and gave the man a hug. “Simon, so good to see you. It’s been so long. I’m great.” He freed Simon and gestured to Zac. “This is my friend, Zac.”
Simon gave him a warm smile. “Any friend of Chris’s…” He grinned and gave Chris a mock punch to the arm. “We’ve missed you at the club.” Simon reached down and cupped Chris’s crotch, giving it a squeeze. “I’ve definitely missed this. I was hoping you’d join in upstairs.”
Chris laughed. “Sorry to disappoint you.”
Simon gazed at Zac with gleaming eyes. “And why has he never brought you to the club, cutie?”
Before Zac could utter a word, Chris interjected, “Zac likes to watch.”
“Then definitely bring him along. He can watch you fucking my brains out. And of course the guys waiting in line to be next.” Simon chuckled. “Watching you in action is hot as fuck.”
“Simon?” someone called from inside.
Simon nodded toward Zac. “Excuse me.” He gave Chris a peck on the cheek. “And you? Get your gorgeous ass back to the club.” Then he went indoors.
“A friend of yours, I take it,” Zac said after a moment of silence.
“I’ve known Simon for years. We met at a BDSM club.”
