He’s behind us, gazing off. He has this stunned look on his face, like he’s shocked he’s doing this.
“Todd, why don’t you kiss and rub on him while I’m fucking him.”
Todd obeys and soon he’s beside us, stroking Kyle softly. I’m already inside Kyle by the time he finally starts making out with him again. He runs his hand down Kyle’s body, to his abs, caressing them, enjoying what I’ve gotten to enjoy so many times.
I wrap my arms around Kyle’s legs and pull him closer to me as I invade his hole.
I wish I didn’t have this fucking condom on. They’re so goddamn inconvenient. Totally ruin the feeling.
Todd kisses down Kyle’s body. He makes his way to Kyle’s nipples. He doesn’t realize how much that turns Kyle on. This kid is going to blow in no time, and unfortunately for Todd, if that happens, he’s not going to get a turn.
Not my problem.
I take what’s mine, watching Kyle cringe and call out. He must be loving having two guys giving him all this attention, because he’s causing more of a stir than normal. He’s never hid his enthusiasm, but this is just insane. And it’s fucking making me hard.
I’m enjoying how Todd’s rubbing across Kyle’s body, kissing it. Not having a fucking clue what I’ve been up to. I think the fact that it’s wrong is what makes it turn me on so much. It makes it even better that Kyle has fallen right into the trap I set. God, I’m good.
I should slow down. I should stop pounding Kyle’s hole, but it feels too good, and before I know it, I’m shooting into the condom, wishing that I was filling this kid up, breeding him like he needs to be bred.
“Shit,” I curse.
Kyle tilts his head up, and Todd turns to me.
They both appear startled.
I pull out of Kyle’s hole and remove the condom.
“What?” Todd asks.
“I came already. ‘Cause that was so fucking hot.”
Todd smiles, but there’s a sadness in his eyes. He must wonder how I came that easily with Kyle when I won’t so much as touch him. I sometimes wonder why I won’t touch him either. I care about him. I really do, but there’s definitely not that spark that was there in the beginning.
“But I want to watch you fuck him,” I say to Todd, nabbing a condom off the nightstand and tearing the wrapper open for him.
He takes it and puts it on.
He looks like a fumbling moron. He even tries to roll it on the wrong way first. But it’s been a while since he’s done this. Three years, so I get it.
“You sure?” he asks.
I’m going to enjoy this. Watching my boyfriend fuck one of the guys I’ve been cheating on him with. Neither having a fucking clue. Especially since I can tell this is the last thing in the world Todd wants. Honestly, if I thought he was interested in Kyle, I’d fucking lose my shit. Maybe even be more jealous than he clearly is of me for being so turned on by Kyle.
I crawl across the bed, to the other side and wave for Todd to take his turn.
He rubs some lube across his condom-covered dick and looks to Kyle, as if he’s asking for permission. Then he pushes inside. Even with me having opened him up, it’s clear he’s having a much more difficult time taking Todd.
I consider joining in, but I’m eager to sit back and see how this plays out. Watch Todd suffer through it.
Todd’s good about pacing himself. Better than he has been the few times I’ve let him top me. While he pushes within him, he rubs his thumb in circles around Kyle’s nipple. Kyle twists and turns, arching his back as he cries out with excitement.
I laugh…way too loudly, because the pleasure I’m getting out of this is overpowering. And knowing how fucking clever I am to have pulled this off is exhilarating.
KYLE
He feels so good inside me.
The pressure is so fucking intense. And the way he’s pinching my nipple is just right.
I reflect on that first explosive kiss. I’ve never felt like that with another guy. It was as if he’s stirred all these powerful emotions within me, bringing them to life all at once and causing them to move throughout my entire body. I wondered if the sensation would go away after that first time, but when he kissed me while Blake fucked me, it was even better. My flesh crawled with sensation. I wanted him to touch me all over. I imagined it was him inside me instead of Blake.
I’m thrilled that Blake finished so soon, because now I can just appreciate Todd’s body, his muscles casting sharp shadows beneath them as he fucks me. His face is locked in a tense expression, his eyes closed, but I’m staring at him. I want him to open his eyes. I want him to see what I’m trying to tell him. That I want him. That I need his touch. That I need him just like this. But he refuses to look at me. Surely, I can’t be alone in feeling this way. He had to have felt something. When he opens his eyes and looks into mine, the lamplight sparkles in his pupils. He appears to be letting me know just how good it feels to him, too. And that only makes this pressure inside me feel even better.
I don’t touch my dick. I refuse to.
I want to satisfy him first. I want him to come in me.
As he continues stimulating my nipple with one hand, he rubs the other across my abs. I’m glad he appreciates all those sit-ups I do, because I’m enjoying the gun show he provides me with.
He leans back as he continues to thrust inside me.
I want him to kiss me. I want him to lean down and grant me those lips that felt so good. That I was so lucky to feel all over my body.
Please just give me that back. Let me taste your lips.
It’s silly to mentally plea to him like this, but it would be wrong to let him know just how much I need him while Blake is laying just a few feet away. I’m glad Blake is too busy enjoying the show to join in. Although, I can’t figure out why he keeps laughing like a crazy person.
As much fun as Blake is, I need his boyfriend right now. Just his boyfriend. And I don’t want to share him.
“Come on,” Blake directs from the sidelines. “Fuck him like a man.”
I’m thrilled that he said that, because I don’t want Todd to hold anything back from me.
Todd looks to me, and I offer a smile to assure him that whatever he gives me, I’m willing to take. He pulls out and grips onto my thighs, rolling me onto my belly. I push my butt up, inviting him back inside, and he doesn’t waste his time. He shoves deep within me so that I scream out. It was way too fucking fast. And he’s so wide. As wide as a dildo I use every so often.
He leans down and wraps his arm around my neck, pulling me until my back is arched, my shoulder blades tight against his chest.
I’m all yours, Todd.
He greedily strokes his free hand across my side and stomach. He kneads at the flesh, digging his fingertips in as if he wants to find his way beneath it. He tightens his grip around my neck, restricting my breathing slightly. It makes me feel like I’m at his mercy. That how much life and pleasure I want, he has to allow.
I reach back and grip on to his ass cheeks, pulling them toward me with each thrust, letting him know that he can’t be too rough with me.
I feel a sensation on my belly and I look down and see Blake’s hand stroking up me.
I was so distracted, I hadn’t even realized that he was coming to join in. If I wasn’t so fucking turned on right now, I feel like I would be disappointed, but I’m not bothered.
Blake, lying on his side before me, slides my cock into his mouth.
I’m overwhelmed with all the aroused sensations that cover my body. I almost want Blake to stop, because I don’t want to come yet. I want Todd to come.
Todd grips tighter around my throat so that I can’t breathe. Does he know how hard he’s gripping on? I doubt it, but I’m not going to stop him until I know for sure that he won’t give me some air. Then he releases enough for me to take a breath.
His dick jams against my prostate, sending ripples of sensation moving through me.
I can’t last much longe
r.
With his free hand, he grips onto my face and twists it toward him.
His mouth is right there, hovering beside my face.
Kiss me, please!
The thought, along with the stimulation of my prostate, increases the building pressure in my dick.
But he has to come!
I try to mentally will myself not to, but when his lips touch mine, there’s nothing I can do. I cry out. And so does Todd. The jerks he offers provide me with assurance that he’s spewing his load into the condom.
I shoot my load into Blake’s mouth, cursing as my body is overtaken with a climax unlike anything I’ve ever experienced before. It reminds me of the first time I ever jerked off as a wave of heat rushes to my face and my body quivers with the intensity of the orgasm.
Todd pants into my ear and clings to me. I wish I was facing him so that I could cling back. Just to let him know how much I want to be in his arms. It’s a childish thought. Considering all the guys I’ve fucked, I should be able to get it and leave, but there’s something about him…something that I’m attracted to. I’ve hooked up with hot guys before, but none of them made me feel like this.
2
TODD
Kyle rides Blake as I kiss him, tasting his delicious mouth, cupping his face in my hand as I stroke my thumb across his cheek.
I didn’t want it to be more than a one-time thing.
It was a terrible idea, and I fought as hard as I could to keep Blake from inviting Kyle back over, but he insisted. Said we both needed it. And it was helping him. What was I supposed to say? I want him to get better. I want us to get better.
When I told Blake I didn’t want to hook up with Kyle again, I could tell he thought it was because I was uncomfortable with the threesome. Unfortunately, it’s so much worse than that. When I was inside Kyle—when I was fucking him—I forgot all about Blake. Worse than that, every time we’ve hooked up since then, I find I’m jealous—incredibly jealous—of the wrong person. I don’t know what it is about Kyle. Is it his look? His cute face? His hot as fuck body? The way I feel like my flesh comes alive whenever I touch him? Whatever it is, it’s wrong, and I feel guilty every time. Every single fucking time. But I don’t want to stop. I don’t fight Blake about it anymore, and it’s because a selfish part of me just wants to spend more time with Kyle.
Even when we’re not all together, I think about him. The way I know I’m not supposed to think about him. When I’m taking calls at the law office for my boss. Or running errands to the courthouse. I get hard imagining Kyle being under the desk, blowing me. Or I think about one of the many times I’ve gotten to fuck him since that first time.
Even in this moment, I despise Blake for being inside Kyle.
I’m a terrible person. An evil person.
When we finish up, Blake gets a call from work. These inconvenient calls come with him being a real estate agent—a job that has him running around and always on call. I can’t say it doesn’t play on my mind, but after all we’ve been through, I know I don’t have anything to worry about. Evidently, I’m the one he has to worry about.
He heads out onto the balcony of our condo, leaving me and Kyle alone.
Kyle lies back, relaxing on the pillow.
He’s a real trooper, considering how long he can take the two of us.
I sit next to him, thinking terrible thoughts. Imagining just rolling over to him and offering him a kiss. And another, and then having him all to myself.
“I think I’m going to take a shower,” I say as I scoot off the bed.
“Todd,” he says.
I stop. I don’t turn to him. I’m afraid of what my expression might reveal.
It gets harder and harder the more I’m around him.
It’s been two months. It should be easy by now, but when I look at him, it’s like he can read my mind. He must know what he does to me.
“Yup?” I ask.
“You know, you could give me your number. I mean, I have Blake’s, so I figure—”
“I don’t think that would be a good idea.”
“Why?”
I turn to him and his expression is exactly as I imagined it would be. He knows what I’m thinking. He knows what I’m feeling. And he was asking for my number because he feels something, too.
“I think you know why,” I reply.
“You should just say it.”
It’s worse now that I know I’m not crazy. That I wasn’t making up his interest all this time.
“Say what?” I ask.
He eyes me suspiciously, as though he’s trying to read me.
“It could just be the two of us,” he says.
“No, it can’t. Ever.”
“Why not?”
“Because I have a boyfriend. I knew we shouldn’t have kept doing this.”
“I don’t feel bad about it.”
“Because you’re single. You don’t have anything to feel bad about. This has to stop.”
“You’re not stopping this,” he says, a menacing look in his eyes.
“What?”
“I’m just going to keep asking Blake if I can come over.”
“Then I’m going to tell him I can’t do this anymore.”
“If you were going to do that, you would have already. But I don’t understand why you feel bad, you and Blake have—”
The balcony door slides open.
Kyle silences, and I head to shower off.
As the water slaps against my body, guilt wells within me like Blake’s cock when he’s fucked me recently. I should be happy that we’re fucking again. That should be enough. Why did Kyle have to go and mess everything up? We were fine with things the way they were. He shouldn’t have said anything, but he articulated something I’d already felt. That what we were doing was wrong because of how I felt with him…because of how much I wanted him all to myself. It bothers me now that I know he can read me as well as I thought he could.
Of course I’m attracted to him. Those lips against mine. Those tight abs pressed up against my body. The grooves in his back as I’m running my hands up and down it. The way he tosses his head back and groans out, uninhibited as he vocalizes his pleasure. I want him more than I’d ever care to admit. But nothing can ever happen between us, because I’m not a douchebag.
KYLE
“You know, I wouldn’t mind doing this with Todd.”
I lay my head on Blake’s chest, stroking my hand up and down his stomach, his short hairs tickling at my fingertips.
I’ve finally worked up the nerve to say something. I’ve wanted to say it for the past two months, but it wasn’t appropriate, and I feared that if I let him know what I was thinking, he would realize my interest in Todd went beyond me wanting to hook up with him.
I just need to act nonchalant about it. I need to make it sound like I can take it or leave it. But I can’t leave it. I won’t.
Todd is at work, and Blake texted for me to come over after school, which was nice because my Psych class always gives me a headache. Something that can easily be relieved with a little tuck. I would have preferred to wait until Todd got home, but I know the only way this is going to work is if I keep on pretending to be as interested in both of them.
“What?” he asks.
I sit up and turn to him.
“Well, you guys have that agreement, so why should I just be hooking up with you? Can’t I hook up with both of you?”
It’s perfectly reasonable. And the idea of having Todd all to myself—not having to share him—that sounds so amazing. I wonder what he would do to me. I wonder if he would be even more aggressive.
“That’s not happening,” Blake says as he raises an eyebrow.
“Why not?”
“First off, I told you that he doesn’t want to talk about when it’s just the two of us. Like at all. But the other thing is…”
“What?”
“I don’t think he likes you like that.”
Oh, really?
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sp; “Can I just ask him?”
“Do you not like me anymore?” he says, making an exaggerated frown.
“Shut up. I just think it only makes sense, since we’re all hooking up, if we can all hook up separately, too. It’s only fair to him.”
He props himself up on his elbow. The light from outside glistens across his pale flesh, contrasting with that dark, nearly black hair. Although, I detect a few specks of silver. He’s going to need a refresher soon.
“Why do you want to ruin what we’ve got going on?” he asks.
“I’m not trying to ruin it. I just think that’s fair.”
Blake glances around like he has something on his mind before he says, “Okay. Since we’re going on like this, I might as well tell you, he doesn’t want to see you anymore. He’d rather we just not do anymore three-ways.”
“What?”
“His words. Not mine.”
I don’t believe it. But after our conversation yesterday, I wonder if it’s true. Why would he do that to me? Why would he do that to himself? I refuse to believe he isn’t interested. Otherwise, he wouldn’t have been all fucking awkward when I confronted him.
Is he seriously denying his feelings for me?
Whatever the reason, I feel like I’m about to burst into tears.
Rejection sucks.
Damn you, Todd.
But I’m not giving up that fucking easily.
“Now, why don’t you just suck my cock?” Blake says.
I’m so angry right now that that’s the last thing I want to do, but I can’t show him what I’m feeling for his boyfriend. Otherwise, he’s liable to lose his shit.
I look down at his erect, throbbing dick. I lean forward and slide it into my mouth.
I hate myself. Why did I even say anything? I should have kept my mouth shut. Then Todd would still let me come over.
I have to do something.
But right now, I just need to work up enough saliva to lubricate Blake’s cock.
TODD
I sit on the sofa in our condo living room, watching a Scientology documentary and scarfing down a medium pepperoni pizza when I hear a knock at the door. I assume it’s UPS. I hop up and hurry to the door. When I open it, I hardly have time to react because whoever’s outside lunges at me.
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