Jason finished his coffee and lay back on the sofa, his robe opening up, revealing more than Chad thought he’d wanted to. “It’s possible. Pete and I have a different thing. We aren’t always looking for a third; we have an open relationship. We tend to be with each other exclusively, but I have other partners, and he has other partners. Very seldom do we introduce a third into the mix.”
“But the Hamptons?”
“Yes, well that was a fluke. We were both seeing the guy on our own, and he suggested we do a threesome. I think it was his way of saying, ‘Look, I’m going to be in charge of this situation.’ But, then Pete was more alpha than him, and I just submitted to both of their wills. It worked. It doesn’t always work.”
“So, I needed different terminology?” Chad took the last sip, leaned back, and placed the warm cup on his belly. He knew this angle would show off more of himself to Jason, and he didn’t care. “Well, I guess Nik won’t be there when I get home.” Chad lay so that he could see Jason looking him over.
Jason shrugged as his eyes lowered down Chad’s body, and it felt as though he were doing more than just undressing Chad; his grin looked like he wanted to eat him up.
“Uncle?”
“Oh now, boy, I think we’ve surpassed Uncle. Think you can call me Jason?” He stretched as he stood up, placed the cup on the table and, in what felt like an instant, was all over Chad. Jason’s hand slipped up Chad’s shorts to cup his cock, his coffee forgotten in the cushions of the sofa as Chad reached up to unfasten the robe. Jason ripped the shirt over Chad’s head, yanked his shorts down and flipped him over.
Chad was proud of himself. Straddling the sofa like a good boy, he felt his ass pulled open and the familiar feel of Jason’s darting tongue. He heard the hawking of spit and felt it slide down, swirled around his hole followed by a finger, then two, and then a third. Chad could feel the pressure of the head nudge against his eager hole just after the fingers were withdrawn. He cleared his throat, “Uh, is there a condom available?”
“You don’t trust your uncle?”
“I trust my uncle; I’m not entirely sure I trust Jason.” Chad laughed and turned around to see Jason frown and pull a length of condoms from the pocket of his robe. He felt the pressure lessen, heard the rip of a package and then grunting. “Would you like me to help you with that? In fact, I use to love lowering it onto Ni…” Chad turned slowly on the sofa and knelt in front of Jason. He grabbed the condom from Jason’s thick fingers and placed it in his mouth. Gently lowering it down Jason’s hard cock, Chad felt the tip tickle the back of his throat. When he came back up, he looked into Jason’s smiling face.
Jason roughly flipped Chad back into place. There was licking, spitting and then shoving, as his cock slammed in deep. Chad gripped the back of the sofa and shrieked before laughing hard, riding the wave of pleasure, the pounding, the slapping. The air was filled with Jason’s grunts of exertion, over which Chad thought he could hear the waves crashing on the shore, and then maybe someone knocking on the door… And then he didn’t care.
He didn’t care if his dad walked in, though it would be odd since he’d been in the grave going on five years. He didn’t care if it were the cleaning lady, or Rose, or Pete, or Nik. Well, he might have cared about Nik.
Soon he couldn’t think any of those things, because he heard Jason shouting, “I’m gonna come, here it comes. It’s…it’s ahh!” And Chad was filled—or rather the condom was filled—and he felt warmth surrounding him. Chad felt Jason fall on top of him.
“I think someone’s at the door. I heard a knock,” Chad said.
“Well, you go check, I’m gonna wash up and when you send them away, join me in the shower.”
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Chad got dressed and lazily walked to the door; there had been a knock, but what was there was not something he’d ever imagine in a million years. It was Nik, dressed only in a tight gold lycra Speedo and a pair of black glasses: the cutest, dorkiest-looking glasses he owned. The glasses that made Chad’s cock hard. In fact, it wasn’t hard to see that Nik was hard too.
Chad’s eyes lowered to Nik’s bare feet; they moved up the tanned legs to rest on the gold swim trunks that left nothing to the imagination. They had been fighting for going on three weeks, and during that time, they hadn’t fooled around. Something tickled at the front of his brain, but Chad couldn’t place what it was. His eyes continued moving up and met with Nik’s grin—the stupid grin that could get Chad to do anything he suggested. Nik licked his lips and his hands shot up to twist Chad’s nipples, and for a moment Chad stood there, his breath lost, but then he was moving toward him like Nik was a magnet and he was metal shavings.
He stood there in front Nik, his hand resting on the ledge of cock. Lifting Nik’s chin with one hand so he could leave a kiss on his lips, Chad’s fingers slipped over the fabric, to the waistband, and he slid the gold lycra down. Nik’s cock jumped out between them, and Chad’s fingers wrapped around hardness, pulling Nik close.
Still holding his prize, Chad knelt deliberately, leaving a million kisses down Nik’s chest. He gently kissed the head and opened his lips, sliding them down Nik’s length. He only looked up once during the exchange, and that was when he grabbed Nik’s hips to pull him closer. He was moving back and forth, bruising his lips around the base of Nik’s dick.
Nik was making noises, and his cock invaded Chad’s throat. He tapped on Chad’s shoulders and said, “I’m gonna shoot,” but they had a pact with each other, and five years of swallowing him felt like second nature. Chad didn’t stop, not even through his protests, which he found a little odd.
Finally, Nik let go and shot deep to the back of Chad’s throat. Chad looked up and saw Nik’s eyes fluttering; he thought he saw Nik kissing someone, but the only other person here was Jason, and Nik wouldn’t do that. Chad slid off the deflating cock, not leaving a drop behind and sat back on his heels, catching Jason standing to the left.
“What’s this?” Jason asked.
Chad stood up. “I could ask you the same. Were you kissing my Nik?”
“Well yes, you… I mean, I thought you wanted this. It’s not like I’m not still here. You knew I was in the shower.” Jason wasn’t the least bit embarrassed, standing there nude, looking from Nik to Chad.
Chad looked at Nik. “And you let him kiss you? You told me you couldn’t—wouldn’t have a third person ever.”
“Chad, it was just a kiss.”
“But kisses lead to other things with this one.” Chad pointed with his thumb over his shoulder. “First it’s a kiss and then he’s bending you over the side of the boat fucking you hard.” It was difficult to keep a straight face, and he burst out laughing. He looked at Jason. “Oh man, that was fucking hot. I don’t know how Dad didn’t know about us that summer, going out on the boat to fish and never coming back with a single one. Hell, I couldn’t sit for dinner ever. What were we thinking?”
Chad pulled Nik closer. “Please tell me you brought more than this bathing suit.”
“Well, I wasn’t planning on staying, but yes. In case it was good, I brought a backpack with stuff. Can you get it, babe? You’re the most dressed of the three of us.”
Chad raced out to the car, and when he looked out the passenger side window, he noticed the two of them standing there, naked and talking. Nik was moving his arms about, and Jason placed a compassionate hand on his shoulder. It almost felt as though they had known each other for longer than a simple kiss.
As Chad came around the car, he looked up to see Jason open his arms wide for Nik to enter an embrace. Before his eyes, Jason spun the unsuspecting Nik around and pressed his cock against Nik’s back. At first a look of shock came over Nik’s face, and then a smile. Chad moved closer, keeping his gaze on the pair as Nik looked over his shoulder and said something; he was playfully resisting Jason.
Chad stepped over the threshold and shut the door. “Okay, you guys know each other more than I think you are letting on. How?”
***
About twenty minutes later, everyone was dressed, and Jason was stoking the fire on the sand of his private stretch of beach. Nik sat timidly, waiting for Jason. Chad sat down and leaned against the wall, and then Nik began to speak.
“I met him after you told me that your uncle wasn’t really your uncle, like, what, about three years ago?” He looked from Chad to Jason, waiting for permission to continue. Jason nodded his head.
“Go on, Nik.”
Odd, he didn’t call him “boy.” Chad tilted his head, and looked back at Jason.
“Anyway, it was the first time you told me that you probably had over a thousand partners. I felt so inexperienced, and I wanted to know more about you, who you were, what made you tick. So, I sought out Jason, to find out about your history…” Nik couldn’t look at anyone; in fact, he was drawing little circles with his toes in the sand. “I wanted to know what turned you on, and so, he and I…sorta fooled around.”
“Okay, sorta? How do you sorta fool around?”
Nik was blushing. Even in the dark, Chad could see the red stand out from the bright, white sweatshirt.
“We met at The Eagle in the city, and I got really drunk, he took me back to our place. You were off at that writers’ convention.”
“Wait…you fucked him in my bed?” Chad glared at Jason.
“Let him finish, boy.”
Chad didn’t know why he liked it when Jason called him “boy.” It was as if it put him in his place, made him realize he wasn’t the one in control of their relationship.
“No, he didn’t fuck me in our bed. I didn’t fuck him because, well, I don’t…” He was red in the face again. “We sat on the sofa that you hate, and I fell asleep in his lap.”
“Tell him everything, Nik,” Jason said.
“Then I woke up and vomited all over his clothes. He took me to the shower. We both undressed, and he didn’t trust putting me in the shower alone. So, one thing led to another in the shower and we…we…” He looked at the sand circles again.
Jason spoke up. “We mutually masturbated, boy. He didn’t do anything to me; I didn’t do anything to him. He kept saying he couldn’t because his boyfriend wasn’t aware, and he didn’t want to cheat on you.”
Three years ago: that would be the conference where he sucked off three other writers and met up with the conference fuck-buddy. Chad sighed and realized he was a dick. And his boyfriend was a nice, generous boy.
“But that wasn’t the only time we met. After I had washed his clothes, I took him to lunch and then he took me out on his boat. Do you remember that weekend? I called and asked if I could see an old friend. You said ‘sure,’ and so he fucked me over the side of the boat.”
Jason sat there smiling in the firelight, beaming with pride. He was nodding his head. “I fucked him in the same spot I fucked you. It really brought back the memories,” he said.
“And the two of you have been fucking for how long?” Chad sat there stunned that his Jason had fucked his Nik, and in so many ways he wanted to be happy, but just felt…he wasn’t sure what he felt.
“Just that one weekend,” Nik said. “We’ve chatted a lot online, and we sent emails back and forth when I got scared that you were going to leave me.” Nik turned in his seat. “I’m not going to lie. I loved the feel of his mustache on my back, on my ass, on my chest, my lips, my thighs, my cock.”
Chad felt the lingering touch of Jason’s mustache in all those locations, even placing a hand over each as Nik said them.
“But, you never listen to anything I say. I want to still be with you, you dumbass. I just don’t think I can have a third person in our bed all the time. What I want is what Jason and Pete have. And sometimes I’d be willing to invite Jason into our bed to share him, but I love how exhilarated you are when you come home from a weekend of fucking with your buddies at your damn conferences. I love having you in bed after you’ve written something sexy. I just don’t want to come home to some naked twink waiting to go to bed with us.”
Nik placed his drink on the sand and fell to his knees in front of Chad, resting his head on Chad’s thighs and leaving kisses on his knees. He looked up into Chad’s eyes.
“I don’t want you to leave me. I want you to be with me forever. I want you to have your extra curriculars, and I want to have my times with Jason, if he’ll still have me. Or maybe I’ll be in the middle with Pete.”
Chad caught a glint in Jason’s eye. He looked over Nik’s head and saw a redheaded guy standing behind Jason. “You aren’t leaving for Spain, are you?”
“Nope. Nik and I planned this little getaway. Pete here has been watching everything from the guest room. Can you believe we’ve set up a camera?” Pete was laughing, Jason was smiling, and Nik had a horrified look on his face.
Chad slid his fingers through Nik’s hair, lifted his chin and gently kissed those soft, luscious lips. “I won’t leave you again. Why don’t we just let things fall where they may? No third all the time, just the man I love, and the man we love, and the man we—I’m pretty confident—will learn to love?”
Chad saw Pete sitting beside Jason, but they were no longer paying attention, making out like Chad and Nik had been: just four men with the men they loved, on the beach.
The End
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About Caraway Carter
Caraway Carter has worn numerous hats. He’s been a furniture salesman, a dresser, a costumer, an actor/waiter, a rabble rouser, a poet and most recently a writer. He married his husband on Halloween and they are the loving parents of two rambunctious cats. He loves words and stringing them together, he loves sex and sexy men. He loves seeing how far his muse will take him and he’s looking forward to entertaining you.
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By Caraway Carter
Hawaiian Trunks
Home is Where the Hard is
Storming Love: Earthquake Anders & Ujaruk
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Summer Bigger Than Others
Beaten Track authors present fourteen short summer reads filled with friendship, romance and, of course, enough heat to make your ice lolly dribble.
Summer Bigger Than Others takes you away to your own private island of diverse stories that will make your summer days sweet, sizzling and sexy.
From relaxing on a sandy beach or hiking in the great outdoors, to nights at the opera or days at the strawberry farm, an adrenaline-shooting roller coaster rush awaits.
Make this summer the best it's ever been; make it bigger than all the others.
http://www.beatentrackpublishing.com/summerbigger
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THE STORIES
Aligning North - K.C. Faelan
Blake Manning spends his summers in his favorite national park, Yosemite. He runs an outdoor adventure company with three friends. This year he and his BFF/business partner, Ali, will serve as guides for a hike over the Grand Traverse Trail. Blake will find it’s not nature or the wildlife that are most hazardous, but traversing the uncharted waters of a potential relationship with one of the hikers, Zac North, who doesn’t appear all that happy about being the object of Blake’s attention.
Stormy weather and stormier tempers keep all the hikers on their toes as Yosemite tests them, bringing some closer together…and breaking others apart.
http://www.beatentrackpublishing.com/aligningnorth
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Aloha? Oy! - Jonathan Penn
Paul and Asher have been together for fifteen years. They’re still in love, but each is beginning to have doubts about what their future holds. Paul comes up with the brilliant idea that a week in Hawaii is the sure-fire way to reignite their dwindling spark. He’s mapped out every last detail of their romantic tropical getaway. Now, if only the universe would stop screwing with his plans…
http://www.beatentrackpublishing.com/aloha
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Anything or Nothing - Terry Kerr<
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Every life has its turning point―that moment when a big choice has to be made―and for Michael Richards that time is now. His life could change irrevocably, and he’s scared.
When he meets a stranger in a café―an older man who is familiar somehow, and seems to have appeared from nowhere―Michael is forced to make a decision.
Truth, or dead?
http://www.beatentrackpublishing.com/anythingornothing
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Dazzle Me - Ofelia Gränd
Tom has been planning for months, but in those plans he never once found himself on a spa table in Bangkok on his and Santino’s one year anniversary. He doesn’t do aeroplanes, doesn’t like the tropical climate, and he does not do spas.
Yet there he is, without a stitch of clothing, and with a man he’s never met before. He’ll do his best to enjoy his day and then he’ll give Santino the best anniversary imaginable, even if it means he has to be covered in chopped-up veggies for an entire day…
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