Walking Away

by Xavier Neal

  She reaches for her glass of Moscato. “Made with extra love just for you.”

  “Meaning cheese.”

  “The expensive kind.”

  “You do love me,” I tease back and lean over to lock lips.

  Afterward, my eyes meet Jason’s and winks.

  “Tell us more about yourselves,” Aunt Lindsay suggests. “Do either of you come from large families? Lots of siblings? Are either of you only children?”

  Jason takes the first round of answering. He politely explains his background proceeded by Gwenny describing hers. Their stories eventually sync up about not having family outside of one another yet in unison their eyes drift to mine and they correct themselves by informing my aunts they no longer have family outside the three of us.

  Aunt Lindsay is first to welcome them as part of ours and my aunt Whitney quickly agrees. Both give small spiels about what family means to us and regardless of what my phantom of a mother liked to claim, they are my mothers and our union has all of their blessings.

  The topic of discussion naturally flows back to my childhood fuck ups, and I embrace it with a wide smile. I apparently made Dennis the Menace look like a saint. Most of the tales involve me looking like an asshole, but all are accompanied with unwavering adoration for me.

  It’s shortly after my aunts take my lovers through their overwhelming pride of my accomplishments that I announce, “Speaking of how amazing I am, I served divorce papers to my white whale.”

  “Congratulations!” Gwenny squeals.

  “No shit?” Jason’s grin grows. “And you’re still in one piece?”

  I wave a hand at my gray dress shirt covered chest. “Yeah, but don’t worry. I’ll let you examine me much closer later tonight.”

  His face blushes to which my aunt Whitney brushes off, “No need to be embarrassed. We are well aware of what an active sex life our nephew has.”

  “Overly active,” Aunt Lindsay mumbles. “Well, at least in the past. We’re actually quite grateful he’s finally settled down.”

  “And with two great people,” Aunt Whitney compliments.

  Both of my loves cheeks begin to burn again.

  Aunt Lindsay reaches for her glass of wine. “May I ask…without trying to stir up too much trouble, where do you three see this all going?”

  “It’d be nice if we could start with Hudson giving up his fucking bachelor pad,” Jason teasingly says.

  “Wait. You want me to live here?”

  “You already live here,” Gwenny snips. “We’ve already had that discussion.”

  “You already have a key,” Jason adds.

  “You already spend ninety five percent of your time here. The only thing stopping it from ‘being official’ is you holding onto your apartment.”

  “Which if memory serves me correctly, your current lease will be up in six weeks.” Jason’s eyes connect to mine. “We’ve both been hoping you have no intention on renewing it.”

  At that moment, I swallow the nervousness about the situation that had been building. “I don’t.”

  The three of us exchange bright smiles.

  “So living together,” Aunt Lindsay leads. “Marriage? Kids?”

  “Jesus Lindsay, can we save some of the hard-hitting questions for our next meal?” Aunt Whitney jokes. “Though if you keep up like this, I don’t think we’ll get invited back.”

  “You two are welcomed over for dinner at any time,” Gwenny immediately invites.

  “Not any time,” I argue. “We like to have naked picnics around the house, so you should probably call first.”

  More rounds of laughter circle the room.

  Gwenny offers to serve the dessert my aunts brought over, and they both insist on helping.

  Jason stretches his hand out across the table for me to hold. “You really gonna give up your place?”

  “On one condition.”

  Our fingers flex together. “What’s that?”

  “We get a bigger fucking bed.”

  He lightly chuckles. “I like that idea. Plus, it’ll be our bed. One we picked together.”

  “One we break in together.”

  Jason wets his lips slowly. “Can’t wait to break that ass tonight….”

  The conversation is interrupted, forcing me to suppress the groan creeping up the back of my throat.

  A couple days after I took him, it was only fair to let him take me. Pain and discomfort were definitely expected, but the level of pleasure it brought wasn’t. The combination of him hitting my prostate like a fucking piñata and the look of pure dominance on his face as he does it never fails to get me off. Never fails to give me wood recalling it either.

  I clear my throat and use my free hand to adjust my crotch.

  Jason shoots me a victorious smirk.

  Asshole.

  The five of us enjoy homemade chocolate cake and exchanging chuckles at the commentary of me opening the gifts from Jason and my aunts. Gwenny apologizes for her gift’s tardiness, but I reassure her the meal she made was more than enough. Like a family, we clear the table together and even pitch in doing the dishes. All evening I can’t seem to eradicate the smile on my face. The damn thing feels permanent. Washing plates shouldn’t have me grinning like a lunatic yet the fact all the people I care about are not only willing to be together, but enjoying it, overrules logic.

  As we enter our bedroom, minor minutes after my family has left, Gwenny sweetly sighs, “I really like your aunts.”

  “It also explains where your big ass heart comes from.”

  Sliding my hands into my slacks, I state, “I appreciate you two opening your home to them.” Their eyes narrow, and I swiftly correct, “Our home.”

  “Practice saying that shit,” Gwenny commands.

  “And book a moving company tomorrow.”

  The tag team effort to reinforce their desire to have me here all the time spreads love throughout my bones and the need to come to the base of my dick. Giving my stirring shaft an adjustment, I playfully ask, “Who’s blowing out the birthday boy’s candle?”

  Once the words hit their ears our journey from clothed country to fuckville is conducted at warp speed. There’s torn fabric. Knocked over knick-knacks. Pages upon pages of foreplay skipped just to get us all in positions we’ve spent the day fantasizing about.

  With my legs bent, feet planted on the outside of Jason’s thighs, and the rubber dick wedged snuggly inside my ass, Gwenny lowers herself onto my throbbing, bare cock with the most sinful sigh.

  Shit….I knew this day would come eventually, but I didn’t think it’d be today. I didn’t think it’d be right the fuck now. I didn’t think when it happened it would feel this good. How the hell am I not supposed to just come?

  My body rocks upward to be further engulfed by the intensity, and Jason’s follows suit.

  The fullness forces my favorite word to fall, “Fuck….”

  Gwenny giggles as she pushes herself back into my thrust. “That’s kind of the idea, birthday boy.”

  Unable to move from my position, I call out, “Spank her for me, Blondie.”

  His chuckle is proceeded by the sharp sound of her ass being hit. The vibration tightens her pussy’s grip around my dick, which tenses my entire body including my ass. Those muscles pulsing around the grooves causes my cock to swell in anticipation of coming already.

  Both of my partners acknowledge the reaction with heavy moans.

  One set of Jason’s fingers digs deeper in my thigh while the other helps drive the dildo deeper. He nears my prostate and my impassioned panting immediately begins. My hips increase their heaving speed into Gwenny, whose hands are taking an erotic exploration of her own body. I struggle to keep my eyes from shutting, determined to watch the show being presented for me. Her fingers tug at her straightened hair. Her straining neck. Her dark hardened nipples. When they slip between us to graze her clit my teeth clench from the suffocating grasp her pussy takes.

  “Fuck, I can’t handle much
more of this,” I confess behind a whimper.

  Their groans of approval have my balls aching in objection. Jason’s efforts increase until he reaches a steady, unforgiving pumping that turns me into an unstable time bomb. Gwenny mercilessly bucks herself into every blow I’m able to deliver, and her fingers rapidly rub against her clit as if racing me to detonation. Wet sounds of our bodies viciously being conquered echoes profusely throughout our bedroom. Juices from Gwenny drip down my balls at the time Jason delivers a brutal blow to my prostate.

  “Fuckfuckfuckfuck,” leaves my mouth in such a rapid succession I’m not even certain more than just the first letter is heard. My body begins to violently wither, and I slam my convulsing cock as far as it’ll go into Gwenny. “Coming!”

  Her mouth falls yet not a single sound is released. She claws at my chest, covering it with sharp bites of pain while her pussy voraciously swallows my shaft.

  I gasp harshly in an effort to gain reprieve for my inflamed lungs. The pleasure from being bare, from being able to get the full extent of an orgasm, from being able to mark the people I love in a new way, proves to be suffocating.

  Our content bodies crumple, and the only sound in the room is our uneven breathing.

  It takes longer than expected, but eventually someone moves.

  Jason’s fingers caress my thighs. “How was your first time?”

  “Almost fucking impossible not to blow my load in the first thirty seconds.”

  “Just when you thought Gwen’s pussy couldn’t get more perfect.”

  “Fuck, I was wrong.”

  Gwenny’s face sweetly nuzzles my chest. “You two do know I’m in the room?”

  Our touch flies to different parts of her at the time. She lets out another soft sigh.

  “We could never forget you, baby,” Jason declares. “Hell, I could never forget either of you.”

  “I couldn’t either,” my proclamation is next.

  “Me either.” Gwenny’s addition is the final cherry on the conversation.

  There’s a short lull before I slyly question, “Everyone ready to go again?”

  My cock that’s still buried in her pussy twitches.

  She hums her agreement, props her head up on my chest, and suggests, “You should take Jason without a condom next. See how amazing that feels.”

  The proposal pops my dick up faster than expected. “Get him ready for me, Gwenny?”

  Her grin grows mischievously and my cock twitches again. “Fingers or tongue?”

  Jason and I growl in unison, “Both.”

  Happy. Fucking. Birthday to me….The only thing that makes all the special birthday food and fucking better is knowing that I get to celebrate like this every year for…well for the rest of my fucking life. If knowing that isn’t the best gift, I don’t know what it is.

  How long? How long is my dick going to stay present this time? A minute? Two? Am I gonna get really lucky and make it to three?

  I tuck my hand behind my head and attempt to fall back asleep.

  As much as I appreciate the reminders it is not permanently broken, the random thirty second appearances are more like acts of being mocked rather than achievements.

  Gwen’s warm breath tickling the side of my chest causes my smile to expand.

  Love the way we all fall asleep together. Love even more that instead of it happening most nights it’ll soon be happening every night. There’s something about having us all tangled together that brings me a sense of peace. Most often the position we end up in is her body pressed against mine and his arm tucked around her waist. However, after going three rounds back to back for Hudson’s birthday we wound up in a slightly more disjointed state. The two of them are spread out, though her arms have us both trapped in place. Her face at some point migrated towards me while Hudson’s stretched out arm has his fingers resting on top of my hair. I know he wants a bigger bed, but I honestly enjoy us contorting ourselves to make this one work. I love the closeness. I love that the two people who make getting out of the damn thing possible, are within immediate reach.

  My cock pulses again proving it’s still erect status.

  I resist the desire to believe it is going to stay this way.

  Because it doesn’t.

  Because it hasn’t.

  Because it won’t.

  Another few beats pass, and I lower my hand down to give it a tug of disapproval. Instead of disappearing like it’s expected it seems to grow harder. I glance down at it in curiosity. With my eyes narrowing, I begin a slow movement, waiting for the skittish thing to disappoint like it usually does, yet it lingers. Waits. Lets a drop of pre-cum seep from the tip like its crying for more attention than my fucking hand.

  Holy shit. Is this….Is this really happening?

  Cautiously, I guide Gwen’s hand over to it. Her light touch only spreads the throbbing from root to tip.

  She hums, winds her fingers around it, and whispers, “Again so soon, Hudson?”

  My voice quivers, “I’m not Hudson, baby.”

  Her body jerks itself upward, and her eyes fall to mine. It doesn’t take her slumbered daze long to subside. After stealing a glance of my painfully hard cock, she catches her breath in the palm of her hand.

  Our eyes stay locked as she quietly questions, “How….How long….How long have you been….?”

  “Few minutes,” I answer, vocal chords still shaky. The sight of her jaw plummeting sparks a smirk. “Wanna climb on top? Give it a shot?”

  Gwen doesn’t hesitate to straddle my lap. Her mouth lowers to mine, and our eager tongues do not waste a moment to exchange tastes. They crash repeatedly with a newfound excitement. My dick anxiously nudges near her blistering heat. Without breaking the kiss, Gwen sinks herself onto my shaft and doesn’t stop until she reaches the base.

  The tremble that tramples through me tears my lips from hers. “God, baby….”

  Gwen’s forehead leans against mine. “Is this really happening?”

  I give an inquiring thrust. Her soaking pussy contracts in encouragement and my cock almost lets go on the spot. Through gritted teeth, I grumble, “Yeah, but I don’t think I can hold out for long.”

  She pounces my mouth once more as her body bounces itself back into the gradual rocking I’ve began. I do everything possible to not ruin our first real reunion. My tongue overpowers her, spins it in circles, and whirls it until its complete surrender is presented. One hand grasps the nape of her neck while the other plants itself possessively on her hip to keep her pussy plastered to the pounding my dick is delivering. Her slick pussy bathes me like I’m its king. Like my cock is the only one capable of giving it the perfect release. The way her soaking muscles glide up and down my shaft so shamelessly has us both gasping for air. As soon as she begins quivering my dick decides to stop delaying the inevitable.

  I can hardly fathom the word I’m groaning, “Coming.…”

  Blazing rush after rush fills her to the brim.

  All of a sudden tears break free from her eyes in unison with her orgasm.

  Unsure of what else to do, I wrap both arms securely around her, and let us ride the wave of unfathomable bliss together.

  Finally. I am finally able to give her what she deserves, fuck that, what they both deserve without the assistance of a goddamn toy. I know it was technically Hudson’s birthday, but I can’t help feeling like maybe we all got gifts tonight.

  I adjust the straps on the long, loose fitting black summer dress I decided to wear today. Since I don’t plan on spending very long in the office, there’s no need to get all dolled up. Besides, the one person in this relationship who voices his opinion about wanting to keep my cleavage less apparent has neither been seen nor heard from in a week.

  “Gonna wear your hair down?” Jason questions from the doorway to our ensuite bathroom.

  My eyes cut to his reflection in the mirror. I do my best to offer him a warm smile as I coo, “I can.”

  “You should.”

  I gi
ve the currently wavy locks a ruffle.

  It’s gonna take me an extra half hour to straighten it, which means I’m going to have to skip the morning coffee route I had planned. A route which might have me actually running into the man who disappeared without a single fucking word. Who won’t return a call or text. Who won’t even answer his goddamn door.

  “Leave it wavy,” he encourages sweetly. “I love it both ways. Just really love having it down.”