by R. Cayden
Gunner swallowed, and I felt my cock growing impossibly stiffer. I was probably leaking in my pants just watching them, and the fact that they were playing this out in my bedroom made it extra steamy.
“Okay,” Gunner said, nodding quickly. “But what are you going to do to me now?”
Maddox reached down, swatting Gunner’s ass lightly. “In the corner,” he commanded, pointing. “I want you facing the wall, now.”
Gunner blinked, then looked at the corner. “Aw fuck,” he muttered. “Really?”
“Hands behind your back, and no touching yourself. I’ll tell you when we’re ready for you. In the meanwhile, maybe you can think about what you’ve done.”
Gunner sighed, then walked over to the corner. He glanced back at us, and when Maddox frowned, he placed his nose right in the corner. I took a second to admire the firm, round globes of his butt and the ropey muscles across his shoulders. There was something so hot about knowing Maddox had put him there, like his power over us was total and complete, at least for as long as we wanted it to be.
Then he turned to me, and he winked.
“I think it’s your turn, Malcolm. Are you ready for me?”
“Hell yes I am,” I said, a wave of confidence rising up from his attention.
Maddox’s intense gaze landed on me, and without another word, he stepped forward. He began by unbuttoning my shirt, his breath hot on my neck as he slid the button-up off of my shoulders and pulled my T-shirt over my head. His large hands landed on my waist next, stroking my skin and then flicking open my pants. He pulled my pants and underwear down and, in one swift motion, lifted me in the air and placed me, stomach-down, on the bed.
I glanced over my shoulder. Gunner was still facing the corner, his muscles trembling from anticipation and his cheeks rosy pink. As much as his punishment must have felt shameful, I could only imagine how hot it was to hear the sounds of Maddox having his way with me.
“I’ll never discipline either of you unless it’s something you want,” he said softly, still tracing his fingers along my skin. “But for now, let’s open you up.”
I watched over my shoulder as Maddox undressed himself, throwing clothing to the ground until he was standing there with his throbbing dick in his hand. The veins on the side were pulsing, and his head was already purple and swollen. He was huge, so much bigger than any guy I had been with, and I felt an anxious knot in my stomach wondering if I’d be able to take him.
“You’ll be ready,” he said, reading my mind. “Trust me, you’ll be ready.”
My entire body sparked with pleasure as Maddox turned his full attention to me. All at once, it was like his hands were everywhere, groping me and sending trembles of pleasure across every inch of my skin. He pulled my face close for a deep, rich kiss, and when I was dizzy with desire, he pulled his lips away, landing a series of kisses down my back until he landed at my hole.
Maddox took his time rimming me. The soft, warm pressure of his tongue opened my hole, and the prickly burn of his beard sent electricity across my skin. I writhed and sucked in breath, pushing my butt backward as he dove deeper and deeper into the most tender part of me. Gunner’s breath was fast and needy, but every time I glanced in his direction, he kept his face firmly against the wall.
Good job, I thought. Be good for our Maddox.
My muscles started to loosen as Maddox’s tongue lovingly stretched them wide, and when his finger found its way to my prostate, my canal started to tug and pull. I felt the pleasure of it shoot down my shaft and across my skin, and the more he kissed my entrance, the more I just needed to feel him inside of me, stretching me all the way.
When he was finally good and done, Maddox leaned back. He stroked his cock while I caught my breath. With sweat pouring down my face, I placed my glasses aside and noticed the fat pearls of precum dripping out of my slit.
“Gunner,” Maddox ordered sharply, his voice breaking through the silence. “We’re ready for you.”
Gunner spun to face us, his stiff cock sticking straight in the air. His face was twisted and needy, but he still had that defiant flash in his eyes.
“Can I touch myself?”
Maddox pointed at me. “You can touch him,” he said.
Gunner took a few steps forward. Then Maddox reached out, grabbing his cock with a fist. Gunner whimpered, and Maddox pointed down to my ass, quivering in the air.
“Warm him up good for me. Stretch him until he’s ready to take my dick.”
Maddox kept his hand on Gunner’s cock, squeezing and massaging it. With his free hand, he fished a condom out of his wallet, stroking it down Gunner’s shaft and then wetting Gunner’s cock with his saliva. Gunner looked like he was already on the edge, and I could only imagine how electric Maddox’s firm, tight grip felt.
I rolled onto my back, then lifted my legs in the air, holding the back of my knees. With Maddox guiding us, I felt so much more confident than I ever had in bed before. “You want this?” I teased, wiggling my butt for their pleasure. The words came out easily, but I still felt my cheeks turning bright red with the embarrassment of having said them.
“Babe, I always want that,” Gunner answered, dropping to his knees beside me.
I began to rock my hips as Gunner pressed his cock against my hole, the tip pushing in and out of my clenching entrance. Every time he pushed a little further in, I moaned and bit down on my bottom lip and felt my cock throb closer to an orgasm.
Then Maddox came to bed, and everything changed.
With Gunner behind my hole, Maddox lowered himself down, placing one knee on either side of my shoulders. His massive body towered over me, and as I tried to catch my breath, he lowered his cock, placing the tip on my lips.
He tasted like a man. There was no way other way I could think to describe it. And as I started to greedily lick up the salty sweet drops falling from his tip, the scent of him filled my nose and sent a new wave of pleasure down my body.
Gunner pushed all the way into me, and I gasped when his tip landed against my prostate, the tender spot throbbing with desire. At the same time, Maddox grabbed the back of my hair, pulling my head in the air as he fed me his cock. I stretched my jaw wide and tried to swallow him, and Maddox let out a long, slow growl in response.
With both of them thrusting and plowing into me, my body started vibrating with pleasure. Gunner wrapped his arms around Maddox’s chest and leaned forward to kiss at his neck while my legs bucked wildly. I choked on Maddox’s cock, barely able to handle the girth as his tip landed against the back of my throat with a salty, sweet thump.
“You’re mine, Malcolm,” Maddox growled. “Mine and Gunner’s. And we’re going to keep fucking you and filling you until you lose your damn mind.”
I gurgled on his cock, saliva dripping down my chin.
“He feels so tight,” Gunner groaned, thrusting his rock-hard cock into me again and again. “But I’m loosening him up for you, Maddox. I’m getting that hole good and ready.”
They kept talking about me, teasing me and thrusting into me at the same time. Having them claim me made me even more eager to please both guys, and I ground my hips down hard on Gunner’s cock while my tongue swirled desperate circles around Maddox’s shaft.
Maddox pulled his cock back, teasing my lips with his tip. “You think you’re ready for this, Malcolm?”
I nodded quickly. He was hard as steel, but with the taste of precum on my tongue, I knew I could take it. “Yes,” I panted. “Please.”
Gunner and Maddox met in a short, sweaty kiss. Then Gunner pulled his cock out. Maddox tossed me onto my stomach again, then hitched me in the air until I was on my knees and elbows. My hole was empty and aching, but in no time, the guys were mounting me again. Gunner threw off his condom, placing his wet tip on my lips, and Maddox sheathed himself before running his girth along my crack.
And then the hardest pounding of my life began.
Gunner wasted no time in entering my mouth. He grabbed my hair, fuc
king his cock into my throat and moaning. Looking up with needy eyes, I could see the cocky grin on his face as he rocked his hips into me. Posing for me and Maddox both, he was flexing his muscles and giving me a good, full view of his hard body.
“You like that?” Gunner asked. “You like sucking on my cock while Maddox plows into you? Is your pretty little cock dripping cum already, my prince?”
Maddox’s hands landed on my hips, and he went a little slower, pushing his cock into my hole. I garbled and moaned on Gunner’s dick while Maddox stretched me, even wider than Gunner had. My muscles burned with the ache of his thick shaft, but in time, my clenching entrance relaxed again, and my muscles began to pull him in.
I’d never felt so full, and as the guys kept talking about how tight and horny I was, my body vibrated with pure pleasure. My muscles tightened around Maddox’s thickness as he found my prostate, and when his tip pressed hard against my spot, my balls clenched on the edge of an orgasm.
“Good boy,” Maddox groaned, his hairy thighs thwapping against my body. “Take this big cock and show me you like it.”
I tried to say something, but my voice just sputtered and choked on Gunner’s dick.
“He’s going to come,” Maddox groaned, his hands still guiding my hips as he plowed into me.
“Yeah, make him come,” Gunner gasped. “Push him over the edge.”
Hearing their voices was all I need. With another desperate whimper, I felt the orgasm building from my prostate. My hole lit up with electric pleasure, squeezing desperately on the fat cock that was stretching it out. The orgasm grew like a fire, pleasure rocketing through my body. It wasn’t until I tasted Gunner’s wet, sticky release in the back of my throat that I truly lost it.
My weight fell forward, and my cock exploded with one spray after another. Maddox’s grip tightened on my hips as I felt his cock expanding, warm semen filling the condom while he bucked into me again and again. Both men were roaring and clawing at me as squirt after squirt launched from my shaft, wetting my abs and spraying across the sheets.
Still buried inside of me, Gunner and Maddox leaned across my body, meeting each other in a sweaty, noisy kiss. My whole body kept vibrating with pleasure, and in the delirious moment, they somehow managed to pull their cocks away and wrap me in their arms.
Maddox laid me on the bed, and Gunner stroked at my cheek. “Good job,” they both kept saying. “Good boy, taking those loads.”
I couldn’t think or form words. All I could do was tremble and feel their sweaty, hairy bodies press against me.
“Thank you,” I finally whispered as Gunner stroked my hair. “Thank you both.”
Maddox rose first, stepping aside and then returning with a big glass of water and a warm washcloth. His hands were gentle as he bathed me, cleaning up the sticky mess while Gunner whispered compliments in my ear.
“You’re so sexy,” Maddox growled, his cock dripping fat pearls as it swayed in the air. “What do you need, babe? What can we do for you?”
It felt ridiculous to need anything after receiving the most explosive orgasm of my entire life. They had already given me everything I could ask for, pleasures I had never dared imagine.
“I just need you,” I said. “I just need both of you.”
And with my guys landing soft kisses on my skin and the night quiet around us, I drifted off to sleep.
Chapter Thirty-Two
Malcolm
Three days later, I was still feeling the intense pounding my guys had given me. My aching jaw and sore rear were like a constant reminder that they had dominated me, right there in my very own bed.
And now? Mother and Father were coming over to meet them.
Gunner came over at work, and we spent a couple hours cleaning together. I scrubbed every surface in the kitchen while he swept and polished the floors, and when I got too nervous, he’d come over and distract me with some kisses and some flirty pats on my butt. The place was looking up to my parents’ very high standards when Maddox showed up, the rumble of his motorcycle on the street alerting me to his arrival.
My jaw dropped when I opened the door. Clean shaven, dressed in a black button-up and slacks, and with his hair nicely combed, he looked startlingly dashing. I gave him a quick kiss on the cheek to welcome him in, and a moment later, Gunner came wandering out of the bathroom, a toothbrush dangling from his mouth. In his own dark blue button-up, he looked every bit as proper as Maddox.
Except for their tattoos, that was. There was no fooling my parents, and between their tendency to cuss and use slang and the intense ink covering their bodies, I doubted Maddox and Gunner would strike them as upstanding citizens.
“I can’t believe I’m actually going through with this,” I said, dropping into an antique armchair. I had a cup of chamomile tea waiting to help me relax, but even as I kept sipping the hot liquid, my anxieties flew through the roof.
Maddox and Gunner joined me, sitting beside each other on the couch. Maddox reached out, patting my knee. “I’m proud of you,” he said. “It takes a lot of integrity to be honest about who you are and what you want. But I also want you to know you don’t need to do this for me.”
“Or for me,” Gunner added.
Maddox nodded. “Meeting the two of you has turned my world upside down in ways you can’t even imagine. I never thought I could connect so strongly with a guy who was younger than me, let alone two guys. But now that I have found you, I’m damn sure not going anywhere. I’ll be happy just spending my days with you both and taking my time getting to know you better.”
I nodded. “I appreciate that,” I said. “But this is something I need. Some people might be able to live a lie, but I can’t spend my days falling for two amazing men and then turn around and talk to my parents like everything is the same as it has always been.” I shook my head, feeling more certain I was making the right choice. “I know they’re not going to take it well, but the two of you are important to me. I just hope they’ll come around to understanding that.”
Gunner whistled, then leaned back against Maddox. “I think it’s brave,” he said. “I never even told my father I was gay. The second he figured it out on his own, I was out the door.”
Maddox nodded. “The same with my father. But I understand what you mean, Malcolm. You have to be honest with the people you love. There’s no other way.”
I took a sip of tea, then looked up to both of them.
What about you? I wanted to ask. Could you be the people I love some day?
My heart told me yes and that, in some ways, maybe they already were. But saying that this early in the relationship seemed ridiculous. We still had so much to talk about, and with my parents driving over at that very moment, I hardly had the headspace for romantic declarations.
“You tell them whatever you want,” Maddox said, squeezing my knee again. “Just know that Gunner and I are here for you.”
“Thanks,” I said, finishing off my tea. Before we could dive deeper, however, the buzzer to my apartment chimed, making my stomach lurch.
“Here goes,” I muttered, rising to my feet.
When I opened the door, my parents were clearly already upset. My mother had her fingers laced together in front of her, and my father was frowning and wrinkling his brow. They had still dressed up, of course, and still brought over an expensive bottle of wine. From the dark clouds over their face, however, there was no doubt—they were not happy about it.
Maybe I shouldn’t have told them to brace themselves?
“Mother, Father,” I said, trying to keep my voice bright. “I’m so glad you could make it. We have a rhubarb pie staying warm in the oven, but why don’t you come in and sit down first?”
Gunner and Maddox both rose to their feet, and Gunner rushed over to greet them. “Let me grab that wine so you can take a seat,” he offered. His voice was warm, but from the way his fists were clenching by his side, I knew he was as riddled with anxiety as anyone else.
Mother and Father lo
oked at each other out of the corners of their eyes but didn’t move beyond the entranceway. “Yes,” Mother said gingerly. “And who is this?” She looked at Gunner, then over my shoulder to Maddox. “Two?” she asked, tilting her head to the side.
Maddox stepped forward, offering his hand. “My name is Maddox Richter,” he said.
“Gunner,” Gunner said, sticking his hand out as well.
My father and mother each did the polite thing, shaking their hands and muttering their names.
“Malcolm,” my father said, dropping his voice a little. “Could we perhaps speak to you in private for a moment?”
I turned to the guys, and Maddox rested his hand on my shoulder. “Why don’t Gunner and I go grab the pie?” he said. “We can put on some tea, also. You all just let us know when you’re ready for us.”
Mother and Father didn’t acknowledge him but rather kept their eyes trained straight on me. When Gunner and Maddox left the room, I gestured to the couches, but they stayed put.
“Malcolm!” my mother said, hissing the words beneath her breath. “Why on earth are there two men here?”
“I’m very confused,” my father added. “You said you wanted to introduce us to the nice antique dealer you were seeing. Surely, that can’t be either of these two men? They frankly look like you dragged them out of the alley and polished them up five minutes before we arrived!”
Usually, I would avoid any argument with my parents. The idea that Gunner or Maddox might hear their insults, however, got my temperature up. “That’s rude,” I said sharply. “They’re my guests, and so are you.”
My mother sucked in a breath of air. “Well, I think it’s rude to invite your parents over with subterfuge, Malcolm!”
“And to talk back,” my father added.
I took in a deep breath of air, then let it out slowly. “I’m twenty-five. I’m not trying to talk back. I’m simply trying to explain the situation. Now if you’ll please just join us at the couch.”
