by Quin Perin
“Imagine sitting on that monster.” Chris pointed to a huge dildo that had to be as thick as a man’s arm. “Now that would be impressive.”
“That’s my favorite,” came a voice from the opposite corner.
Zac gave a start. He hadn’t even noticed the room was occupied.
Two men were on a black sheet, one on his back, pulling his legs up to his chest, his ass in the air, while the other gently eased a thick, cone-shaped dildo into his hole. He beckoned to Zac. “Come and see.”
Zac couldn’t resist. He crossed the room and knelt beside the man, who was applying more lube to the ridged silicone cone.
“He’s not tried this one before,” he said in a low voice, “but when he saw it, he had to have a go.” He peered at the prone guy, grinning. “You are such a size queen.”
“Fuck you,” the other guy gritted out. He let out a low, guttural sound as his partner eased a little more of the dildo into his body. “Aw, fuck, yeah.”
His partner gently rubbed his belly, his gaze focused on the prone guy’s face. “Breathe, babe. Nice and slow, remember?” More gentle rubbing followed, and it seemed to have an effect. The guy taking the dildo relaxed a little, his breathing more even.
Zac was transfixed. Having watched a man’s hand get swallowed up should have told him that the dildo was going to fit, but it still seemed such an improbability. “Does it feel good?”
The guy taking the dildo gave a contented sigh. “God, yeah.” He closed his eyes, a look of bliss on his face.
His partner chuckled. “You won’t get much more out of him. He’s always like this when we play with the big toys.” He regarded his blissed-out lover with fondness. “Normally he’s the most talkative guy on the planet, but like this, he’s all, ‘No, no, I can’t possibly take another inch’, I go and slide it in there, and suddenly he’s like a limp noodle.”
Chris gave a soft tug on his arm. “Ready for more?”
Zac got the message. “Sure.” He gave the guy a nod, then followed Chris out of the room. Chris pulled the door gently to after them, and Zac smiled. “Yeah. They don’t need anyone but each other right now.” He straightened, and met Chris’s gaze. “Where next?”
Chris pointed to the open door at the end of the hallway. “The master bedroom.”
“Are you sure?” It felt like an invasion of privacy for some reason, which was illogical in a house full of exhibitionist, no-holds-barred fucking.
Chris snickered. “Matt and Jake leave their door open for a reason. I don’t think for a second they’ll be on their own in there.” He led the way to the door, then stood to one side to let Zac enter.
The room was filled with light, due to the large windows that covered one wall, and the space was dominated by a huge bed with a dark wood frame. Carved posts stood at each corner, and on the bed, covered by white sheets, were three men.
Before Zac could notice much more, Chris pointed to the foot of the bed, where there was a couch. “That’s for us,” he said in a whisper.
Zac went over there and took a seat, Chris following, and found he had the perfect spot to view everything taking place. At that moment, Jake lay on his back, and Matt was stretched out over Jake’s lower half, Jake’s cock against his chest, while Matt was tongue-fucking the third guy whose knees straddled Jake’s chest while Jake sucked his dick. All three men were moving together, a symphony of moans and sighs, then the third guy reached down to cradle Jake’s head, lifting it off the pillow, encouraging Jake to take more of his dick. He rocked back and forth, thrusting into Jake’s mouth, while Matt spread his cheeks and ate his ass with obvious enjoyment.
Zac was in heaven. He rubbed a slow hand over his crotch, unable to take his eyes off the scene before him. Then he let out a gasp as a warm mouth enclosed his nipple. Chris flicked the hard bud with his tongue, before taking it between his teeth and gently tugging on it.
“Oh, fuck.” Zac fumbled with the zipper on his shorts, freed his cock, and got his hand in motion, his senses in overdrive. On the bed, Jake shifted, sitting back against the pillows, while the third guy squatted over him, carefully easing Jake’s bare thick dick into his hole, then sinking down on it with a groan. He bounced on it, his weight on his hands, and Zac watched every inch of that cock slide in and out of the guy’s body, the shaft glistening with lube.
Chris wrapped his hand around Zac’s shaft, not stopping in his adoration of Zac’s nipple, and Zac was lost. He lay back against the seat cushions, his gaze locked on the men, acutely aware of Chris’s tongue lapping his sensitive nipple, his strong fingers curled around Zac’s dick.
Jake supported Third Guy’s ass with both hands as he commenced fucking up into him, while Matt kissed the two of them, dividing his time equally.
“Take off your shorts,” Chris whispered.
Zac didn’t hesitate. He shoved down over his knees, to his ankles, then kicked them off. After a moment’s thought, he removed the vest too, until all he wore were his boots. Chris nodded in approval, then took Zac’s cock once more in his hand, only now, he kissed Zac’s chest, tracing a line between Zac’s nipples with his tongue.
Zac caught his breath as Matt shifted on the bed, crouching behind Third Guy, his dick slick with lube. Jake pulled the guy down onto his chest as Matt aimed the head of his cock at the guy’s hole.
Zac couldn’t tear his gaze away as Matt slowly pushed, amid a soft chorus of moans of ‘oh fuck’ from Third Guy, until Matt was buried inside him.
“Sweet Jesus, two of them?” Zac’s jaw dropped.
“That’s a lot of dick we’re putting in there,” Matt said breathlessly.
“You’re not fucking kidding!” Zac said in a low voice, watching as Matt started to move, slowly at first, while Jake remained still, his cock still filling Third Guy.
He noticed everything. The way Jake gently rubbed Third Guy’s butt cheeks, spreading him. The way Matt kissed Third Guy’s shoulders, keeping up a soft litany of encouragement.
Then Chris shifted off the couch onto his knees between Zac’s legs, pushed his thighs apart, and went down on him with a warm, wet mouth.
It was all Zac could do not to explode.
He placed one hand carefully on Chris’s head, then focused on the scene on the bed while he pushed up with his hips. The slick sounds that accompanied each glide of Matt’s cock into Third Guy’s hole were so intensely erotic, that Zac had to breathe deeply to rein in the urge to come. It didn’t help that he could hear what the guys were saying, and the dirty talk only ramped up his need.
“Fuck, I can feel your dick coming into his hole,” Jake said softly.
Matt slowed down, and Third Guy groaned. “I can feel the end of your cock, that fat head. Feel it when they rub together?” Then Matt sped up, Jake’s hands on his thighs, and Jake moaned.
Zac loved how Third Guy kissed Jake, his hands on either side of Jake’s head, while Matt thrust faster, their groans mingling. Zac’s body tingled, and he held Chris’s head firm, his hips in constant motion as his climax approached.
“Fuck, I’m gonna come,” Matt gasped. “I’m gonna fucking come so hard in him!”
“Me too,” Jake grunted, breaking his kiss. His body became rigid as Matt stiffened too.
Zac made no sound, but shot hard, filling Chris’s mouth, shuddering with each pulse from his dick. Chris drank him down, not missing a drop, and Zac cradled Chris’s head with both hands, stroking his hair as the final tremors ebbed away. On the bed, the three men held each other, sharing caresses and kisses, but even Zac could see they weren’t done yet.
Zac, however, was ready for someone to stick a fork in him.
Chris pulled free of Zac’s cock and sat up. Zac couldn’t miss the bulge in his jeans, and he leaned forward to run his hand over it.
“Want me to take care of that for you?”
Chris smiled. “Only if you do it in our cottage.”
It took a moment for his words to sink in. Zac grinned. “Are you shy about getting
your dick sucked in public?”
Chris laughed. “I wasn’t shy about coming all over your back, now, was I? Let’s just say I’m not in a sharing mood right now.”
The thought of having Chris on his back in that big bed, while Zac brought him off with his mouth… Yeah, Zac liked that a lot.
“Then what are we waiting for?”
Chris couldn’t hold off his orgasm a second longer. He pushed his head back into the pillows and cried out from the sheer pleasure of it all as Zac swallowed his load, Zac’s gentle hands on his belly. The addition of a single finger in his ass had been point of no return, and Chris couldn’t recall the last time he’d come so hard. He lay there, enjoying wave upon wave of sexual bliss, until at last he was quiet, his heartbeat returning to normal.
He beckoned to Zac to join him, and in what was a first for them, they cuddled.
“This has been an awesome experience,” Zac said softly, his head resting on Chris’s shoulder.
“I’m glad.” Chris fell silent, enjoying the intimate contact, the scent of Zac, the warmth of his skin against Chris’s body.
“But what I want to know is… is that it? Are we done?”
Chris peered at him. “Do you want us to be done?”
Zac sat up, gazing at him. “That depends.”
“On what?” For the first time, a ripple of unease went through him. He liked things as they were, but what if Zac wanted more than Chris was able to give? Chris didn’t want to lose him.
Zac said nothing for a moment, studying Chris in silence. Finally, he sighed. “I like you. I really like you. I love what we have. How you see so much of me. And I love what we do. Going to places together… getting off together…” That last remark was accompanied by a smile. “I guess what I need to know is, would you be happy if we continued like that? Sort of… fuck buddies who don’t fuck?”
Chris stared at him. “You don’t want a relationship.” It wasn’t a question.
Zac swallowed. “Not really, no.”
Relief flooded through him. “Neither do I.”
Zac gaped. “Really? I mean, I know you said you don’t do relationships, when we first met, but…”
Chris laughed. “What made you think I’d changed my mind?”
That sheepish look was adorable. “The cuddling.”
He laughed out loud and held his arms wide. “Come here.” Zac rejoined him, snuggling against him. “Okay, confession time. I’m a cuddler. I’m a very tactile person. The main reason you haven’t seen that side of me is that I was kinda keeping it in check. I didn’t want you to get the wrong idea.”
“And the first time we snuggle, I go and get the wrong idea.”
Chris chuckled. “We’ll put that one down to your age. So… No, I’m not looking for a boyfriend. Yes, I love the idea of having a fuck buddy. But I’d also like to be able to get to know you better. To have you as a friend too. If that’s okay.”
Zac craned his neck and beamed at him. “That’s totally okay. As long as you think we’ll be able to find places to go where we can watch guys.”
Chris snorted. “Oh honey. We are never gonna be short of those.”
Zac settled his head back on Chris’s shoulder with a sigh. “Why do I get the feeling that this is the beginning of a beautiful friendship?”
Chris wasn’t gonna argue with that.
Six
“For me? You shouldn’t have.”
Ten months later
Chris checked the oven. The garlic bread was almost done, and the sauce for the pasta was simmering gently. All that was needed was the birthday boy.
Right on cue, the doorbell rang.
Chris opened it to reveal Zac in his work clothes, his shirt open at the collar and his tie absent, his jacket slung over one shoulder. “Hey, Happy Birthday!”
Zac beamed. “Thanks.” He stepped into the apartment and immediately sniffed the air. “Aw. You didn’t.”
“Why wouldn’t I cook your favorite pasta dish on your birthday?” He took Zac’s jacket. “I’m not gonna ask how work was. Just sit down, and I’ll pour you a glass of wine. Food’s ready. And seeing as tomorrow’s Saturday, if you want to sleep here tonight, you’re welcome. We can go for brunch tomorrow, if you like.”
Zac let out a happy sigh. “You know, you’d make someone a wonderful husband.”
Chris laughed and ushered him to the table. “Yeah, yeah. You just love me ’cause my cooking beats yours any day.” He poured them both a glass of red wine, before going to the stove to add the sauce to the meatballs.
“Hey, where’s my present?” Zac called out.
Chris snorted. “You are such a kid.” He stirred the sauce, then brought the pan of water up to boiling for the pasta. It wasn’t long before bubbling water covered the spaghetti.
Zac appeared in the doorway. “What’s wrong with asking? I mean, I got you a present on your birthday, didn’t I?” His eyes glittered with mischief.
Chris speared him with a look. “Yeah, how could I forget? Lemme see, there was a walking stick, a packet of Viagra, a thing for putting on my keys that beeps when I whistle for it, because of course I’m always losing my keys… Oh! And a pack of incontinence briefs.”
Zac bit his lip. “Well, you are getting on, right?”
Chris chuckled. His real present had been tickets to a show that Chris had been dying to see, but had no luck getting hold of. “You’d better hope I’m nicer to you, then.”
Zac peered around the kitchen. “Then you have got me a present.”
Chris pointed to the oven. “Seeing as you’re here, make yourself useful and get the bread out of the oven. The oven mitts are in their usual place. I’ll put out the meatballs.”
Minutes later they were both enjoying the fruits of Chris’s labor, Zac moaning with pleasure at each mouthful of meatball and garlic bread. Chris loved cooking for him. They tried to have dinner together every couple of weeks, either at his place or Zac’s, or someplace downtown. So far, things were working out nicely. They had more in common than Chris had thought, especially when it came to movies, and they often went to the theater.
Of course, there were also those weekends when they went someplace entirely different.
It was the best of both worlds.
When the meal was over, Zac pushed away his plate with a happy sigh. “That was amazing. I’ve been looking forward to this all week.” He got up from the table, picking up his glass and the bottle. “Couch?”
“Of course.” Chris brought his own glass, smiling to himself. He followed Zac to the wide, deep couch covered in pillows. When Zac had settled back against the pillows and kicked off his shoes, his legs stretched out in front of him, Chris reached behind the couch and brought out a gaudily colored bag. “Happy birthday.”
Zac’s face lit up. “Aw. Thanks.” He took it and peered inside, before bursting into laughter. “You couldn’t resist, huh?”
“I have no idea what you’re talking about.” Chris took a sip of wine, trying not to grin.
“Mm-hmm.” Zac removed the bright red pacifier, complete with ribbon, and set it aside. Then he took out the pack of Pampers, his lips twitching. Finally he pulled out the knee pads and held them up. “Okay. This part, I don’t get.”
Chris smirked. “Well, you gotta crawl before you can walk, right?”
Zac rolled his eyes. “I wasn’t sure if it was some reference to how much time I should be spending on my knees.”
“Are we talking about praying?”
Zac grinned. “Well, some kind of worship was implied.” He put everything back in the bag. “I guess I deserved that.” He placed the bag on the floor beside him. “Thanks.”
“You’re welcome.” Chris snuck a peek at his watch. Almost time.
“What’s tonight’s movie?” Zac asked, picking up his glass. “You’ve been all mysterious about it.”
“That’s because we’re not watching a movie tonight. I’ve got something else planned.” Right on time, the doorbell
rang.
Zac frowned. “You expecting someone?”
“I’ll take care of that.” Chris went to the door, opened it, and smiled. “Step this way, gentlemen.” They looked exactly as they had done online. Perfect. He led the two guys into the apartment, where they stopped in front of Zac, who stared at them in puzzlement.
“Happy birthday, Zac,” the taller of the guys said. “I’m Nate, and this is Alex.”
“Hi. And thanks.” Zac gave Chris an inquiring glance.
Chris gestured to the empty couch that faced Zac. “Over to you, boys.”
Nate grinned. “Thanks.” He beckoned to Alex, smiling. “Come here.” Alex took a step closer to him, until their bodies were almost touching. Nate locked his arms around Alex’s neck and kissed him, slow and sensual. Alex responded instantly, the pair of them sinking onto the couch, their hands all over each other, neither paying Zac the slightest attention as clothing was slowly discarded.
Zac let out a contented sigh. He turned to Chris, his eyes shining. “For me? You shouldn’t have.”
Chris chuckled. “Happy Birthday, sweetheart.” He joined Zac on the couch. “Wanna get more comfortable?” From the table drawer, he removed the bottle of lube and a pair of small, clean cloths.
Zac grinned as he popped the button on his pants. “Don’t mind if I do.”
The End
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