“Damn.” Michael clapped his hands. “You’ve got my vote.”
Ryan smirked. “I bet he does.”
“Plus, I like that he called me drop-dead sexy,” Michael added.
“It’s true.” Ryan winked at him.
“Okay, I’m not saying I disagree with you. But, where does that leave us now? I mean…can we just go on living like…What? I don’t even know what you’d call it.”
“Menage à trois? Three-way? Orgy? The salami triple?” Michael suggested with a smirk.
“The salami triple?” Ryan let out a boisterous laugh. “I can just see us out at company functions now. Hello, sir. This is my first salami and my second salami.”
“It really wouldn’t be fair to put numbers on that,” Michael teased. “It’ll just create unnecessary competition.”
“So in addition to being drop-dead sexy you’re also a smart-ass. Duly noted,” Darren said.
Ryan shook his head and turned toward Darren. “Do you realize how dysfunctional this sounds? I mean…I’m not against it? Hell, I can’t help but want to jump on this crazy bandwagon you’re concocting. But shit, is it really possible?”
Darren reached beneath the table and grabbed onto the side of Ryan’s chair, pulling him close. Michael watched in fascination as the two of them kissed. Their tongues swept into one another’s mouths right before his eyes, and he could feel his excitement build as he looked on, watching them.
After a minute of one of the hottest kisses Michael had witnessed in a long time, Ryan turned to Michael before returning his gaze toward Darren. “Maybe it could work. But, you have to know how much I love you. I don’t ever want you to doubt that. This, what we share with Michael, might grow into something more. Do you think you’re prepared to handle that?”
“I think I want it to. We can have it all, babe. Michael wants us. We want him. It could be everything we’ve ever wanted. All we have to do is be willing to take it,” Darren told him.
Michael listened to them both. He knew he was ahead of them both when it came to feelings, but he could easily see himself falling for the both of them. And Ryan had been right. It was dysfunctional and extremely nonconventional, but there was even a time that gay marriage was thought to be a sin. Now here they were in a day and age when such things were possible, even legal. So who was to say he couldn’t have them both, or that they couldn’t all have one another. He believed Darren when he said it was possible. He refused to believe anything but.
Michael shook his head. “You both are serious? No hurt feelings? No jealousy? No dilemma of having to worry about choosing one over the other?”
“Uh-uh,” Darren added.
“Not from me either,” Michael added. “But what about you?”
Ryan stared at them for what felt like an eternity. Michael’s heart was so full of hope for his future with these two men. He felt like his body belonged to them long before they had even met.
“What do you say, babe?” Darren asked him again.
“Honestly? I feel like it’s too good to be true.”
“Well, I can understand that, but—”
They were interrupted by the sound of Ryan’s cell phone. “Shit. Hold on.”
Michael watched and waited while Ryan went to answer a call. It was clear by his first moments on the call that there was a problem at one of his restaurants.
“This is going to take a while. I’ll be in the office,” Ryan told them before leaving the room.
“Well, what do you think?” Michael asked Darren after Ryan had left.
“Honestly? I think he’ll be okay. He’s always been the more analytical one. Once he allows his brain to accept what his heart and his body wants, he’ll come around. I think we just need to give him time to let it absorb into his stubborn and thick head.”
Michael smirked and Darren quickly added, “Not that head. Pervert.”
“Says the man who sucked me off in this kitchen less than ten hours ago.”
“So judgmental. I told you. I was being hospitable.” Darren grinned.
“Uh-huh.” Michael pushed his chair out from the table. “Look, dinner was great, but I’m feeling a little wound up. Mind if I take a dip in the pool out back?”
“You’re nervous aren’t you?” Darren asked him.
“Yeah. I am. I can’t explain it, but I really want this to work out.”
Darren stood up and brushed his fingers through his hair. “You don’t have to explain it. I understand. I want it, too.”
“Any idea how long he’ll be?” Michael asked.
“Hard telling. Just go take a dip in the pool. I’ll come out and get you when we’re ready to talk again.”
Michael nodded and gave him a hug before walking out of the room to make his way for the sliding glass doors.
As he stepped outside he looked up at the bright stars in the night sky and said a silent wish. He wouldn’t admit aloud what he’d wished for, but his heart prayed that it would come true.
Chapter Twelve
Darren laid his towel on one of the lounge chairs alongside of the pool. He was careful to be quiet, wanting to surprise Michael. With Michael’s nerves bothering him he wasn’t quite sure if he’d even be up for what Ryan and he had planned for Michael, but he hoped they could get him in the mood.
Michael’s eyes were closed as he slept soundly underneath the stars. Darren couldn’t help but think how peaceful he looked while he rubbed his already hardened shaft. He may have found relief for his lust earlier that day, but it might as well be weeks by the way his dick throbbed.
Darren knelt down behind Michael. His head was rested back and his eyes were closed. He placed a gentle kiss to his forehead and watched in delight as his eyes opened and lit up with first surprise and then excitement.
“Darren, you startled me. Did I fall asleep? What time is it?” he said while turning his head to face him.
His cock twitched that much more when Michael’s eyes widened upon seeing him sans trunks, hard, and inches from his face.
Smiling at him, Darren asked, “What’s wrong? You look surprised. Should I go put something on?”
He knew he was teasing him, but he couldn’t help himself. He loved it. The hungry look he saw in Michael’s eyes was more than a turn-on. It wasn’t his style to be needy for attention, but the way Michael looked at him made him feel like an attention whore.
“Umm…no. I’d rather you didn’t.” He whispered the response.
As cute as he was with his need for him, Darren wanted to erase his earlier worry and see the old Michael come out of his shell. Ever since their talk at dinner he’d been quiet, not coming back in the house once.
“Hmm…I’m not sure. Maybe I should. I mean I’m all hard and horny. And I really feel the need to fuck someone really badly. It’s selfish of me to interrupt your relaxing nap under the stars like this. I’ll just leave you be.” Despite the words he was saying, his actions said something different. He stroked himself and Michael hungrily stared at his dick while licking his lips.
Michael said nothing, only nodded.
Darren could continue to tease the guy in hopes he eventually snapped and opened his damn mouth, or he could just wait for Ryan to show up and really kick things up a notch. As much as he was a man of patience, he also was a man who was really turned on.
He removed his hand and left himself jutting out in front of the nervous man’s face. Darren waited for Michael to take the bait as he watched the man’s mouth literally water with thirst for him. He was about to walk away to call his bluff when he groaned aloud. Darren looked down and saw a droplet of pre-cum sitting on the tip of his head, glistening in the moonlight.
“Oh for fuck’s sake! Stop being such a tease and put me out of my misery already,” Darren demanded.
Michael quirked his finger up and motioned for Darren to walk around the lounge chair. Darren took two steps and straddled him on the chair. Then without warning he grabbed Michael by the back of his head. He tu
gged at his clumps of his hair and pulled him in between his thighs.
Any other time he might have been more patient and a bit kinder, but waiting for Michael to make his move pushed his restraint, and he could only be pushed so far. His dominant side was showing now. And once it came out, it rarely went away until he got exactly what he wanted.
He didn’t give Michael much of a choice either. With his hand on the back of his head, he pushed him into his groin, his actions telling him exactly what to do.
Michael rested his hands on the ground as Darren leaned his body into him further. Michael alternated between licking and sucking on his balls and cock. As good as it was, though, Darren needed more. He fought the urge to drive into Michael’s mouth to the back of his throat. He reined back his lust and waited. One way or another he would get what he wanted and soon. If Michael wasn’t into it, he could definitely count on Ryan to please him.
He smiled at the memory of his talk with Ryan inside. He knew that once Ryan had a chance to calm down and think about everything he would see things his way. This was right. He didn’t care what society thought. They were good together. All three of them.
His memories were interrupted by the sound of a door creaking. He looked up and found Ryan staring at Michael with a cocky grin. Darren couldn’t believe his dumb luck that Michael had found his way to Texas and into their lives after they’d so foolishly tried to toss him aside.
Michael must have heard Ryan come outside because he stopped what he was doing and his head spun around to see who it was. Darren couldn’t believe it but the guy actually blushed. He wasn’t sure if it was due to Ryan catching them in the act or if it was because the man who caught them stood before him with a dick so hard it looked like it could be made of stone.
He had to admit Ryan did have a good-looking cock. He’d gotten off to him more times than he could ever count. He was tall, lean, and nothing but deliciousness.
“Ryan?” Michael asked.
Ryan chuckled. “Who else would it be?”
“Hi.”
“Michael, I love having your lips wrapped around me and sucking on me, but I need more. Ryan and I understand each other and know how to make the other feel good. And you know how to, too. So let’s pick up where we left off that night in Vegas. What do you say?”
Michael’s looked up at him. His face was flushed and his cheeks were red. Darren wondered if he could make his ass cheeks just as red by slamming into him and slapping him with every thrust.
Darren leaned over and kissed Michael. Sliding his tongue inside his mouth, he could taste his own cock on his tongue. After a minute of stroking their tongues against one another, he pulled away.
“Do you have any idea what I want to do to you right now?” Ryan asked.
Darren waited, wondering if this were the point where Michael snapped out of his silence, but he didn’t.
“What?”
“I can tell you what I’d like,” Darren said. “I’d like to fuck your tight little ass while Ryan goes to town on your mouth.”
“God…you two are nothing but a couple of teases,” Michael said, finally breaking his timidness and showing his true colors.
“Get over here on this chair.” Ryan pointed to one which was near him. “On your knees, facing me.”
Michael looked at Darren as if asking for permission. It was the sweetest thing and left him with a sucker punch to his gut. He loved the many layers to Michael that seemed to show themselves at the most unusual of times. One minute he was large and in charge and the next he was soft and submissive like a loyal servant.
“Go on, babe. Get on the chair like Ryan told you to.”
Michael stood up and took the few steps it took to walk across the patio and over toward Ryan. His erection looked painful against his dampened boxers.
“Take those off,” Ryan told him and he did as was told.
He slid the wet fabric down his thighs. His cock sprang out at attention, reminding him of their afternoon frolic. Darren knew the plan he and Ryan had laid out, but damn if he didn’t want to stand up, walk over, and put Michael’s delicious piece of meat in his mouth. He wanted to kiss it, lick it, and stroke it until he had Michael begging for more.
Darren stared at Michael’s body from across the darkened patio. His back and legs were muscular and tan, and his ass looked like something he could spend hours nibbling on.
Michael climbed on the chair, his knees supporting him as he held onto the back of the chair. Ryan then reached into a small bag he’d brought outside with him and removed a small tube of lubricant, tossing it over to Darren before standing in front of Michael.
Ryan leaned over Michael, dragging his fingers from his ass to his shoulders, digging them in before grabbing his face with both hands and kissing him deeply. Darren watched them kiss as he squirted a liberal amount of the lube onto his hand. He then covered his hardness with the cool jelly which would make it so easy to slide inside that tight hole.
The two men were still kissing and Michael was moaning, when he walked over and spread his cheeks apart and took not one, but two fingers and slid them hard and fast into the tightest ass he’d ever seen.
Michael’s body jolted from the intrusion, and Darren could feel his muscles contracting and throbbing around him.
Damn, but he wanted to feel that same sensation working its way around his cock.
Darren gave Ryan a nod that it was time. Ryan pulled away from the kiss and whispered, “I want you to take that mouth and suck on my cock like your life depended on it.”
Darren smiled as he positioned himself at the tiny little hole. Michael didn’t respond but his breathing was hitched and he nodded frantically. He loved how easily they all seemed to fit together.
Ryan stood up, put his hands on the back of Michael’s head, and slid himself in the man’s mouth. When Darren heard the first moan escape from somewhere deep inside their good little lover, he slammed hard and fast into Michael’s ass.
Michael’s mouth released his suction on and he let out a scream. Darren grabbed onto his shoulders, holding himself inside, knowing those throbbing muscles were fighting to push him back out.
“Shh…it’s okay, babe. Feel that? Your muscles throbbing? It burns so good doesn’t it? Put Ryan back in your mouth. Concentrate on how good he tastes. I promise we’ll make you feel just as good as you did us that night back in Vegas.”
As he made the promise he leaned down, kissing the small of Michael’s back and reached around wrapping his hand around his cock, which was dripping with pre-cum. Michael closed his mouth back around Ryan’s cock and began sucking it again.
Darren was barely hanging on. He was already ready to come. The muscles contracting around him were pumping and milking him. Never had he felt anything so sweet and tight before. Gritting his teeth, he reined in his control and closed his eyes. Still stroking Michael’s dick, he concentrated on that and nothing else, wanting to make this last because it felt so damn good.
“Harder,” Michael mumbled with his mouth full of Ryan’s cock.
A bead of sweat dripped down his forehead, just as he heard Michael beg with a whimper.
Darren ground his teeth tightly against one another and took a deep breath. Then with an internal count in his head, he went from one, to two, and then by the time he hit the number three he thrust himself inside Michael’s ass.
“Fuck!” he shouted.
Michael’s tight ass closed in around him even tighter than he remembered. The muscles contracted and stuck to his skin as they pulsated against Darren’s intrusion. It was like getting sucked off by a thousand of the most plump and succulent lips.
Several moments passed as Darren couldn’t find the courage to move. It felt too damn good. Somehow his memory had failed him, either that or Michael had found a magic way to make his ass that much hotter.
Either way, Darren was in heaven. The luxurious binding and pressure against his dick was tearing him apart from the inside out. It felt too
incredible to move. He was afraid even one inch and he’d lose himself right then. Yet it felt too incredible not to move.
The scintillating contradiction was kicking the shit out of his restraint. He wanted to move in and out of Michael’s ass. He wanted to thrust, pummel, and fuck his ass until he cried out in pleasure like so many nights before, but damn if he was frozen there like a fucking virgin ready to lose his load from the wind blowing too hard.
He opened his eyes and looked over at Ryan. His hands were cradling the back of Michael’s head as they slammed into him in alternating fluid motions.
Michael’s hips rocked slightly as he pushed himself further back against Darren’s groin while continuing to suck Ryan’s cock.
“Fuck…he feels so…good,” Ryan groaned.
Darren closed his eyes and let the sound of Ryan’s seductive voice dance in his mind. The taunt of moving against him was working him that much closer to the edge. He fought an internal battle with whether or not to stop or start.
“You’re…going to…make…me come…” Michael bit out the words between ragged breaths.
Holy fuck!
There was no way in hell that Darren could hold back for even a second longer with that kind of enticement. Darren splayed his hands on Michael’s sides, holding his hips and taking him harder and faster. He was amazed that Michael could come from nothing other than how he and Ryan were using his body.
He pulled back and thrust into Michael’s ass, cringing against the exquisite vise which gripped his dick. He pulled back once more, and thrust again. He repeated his actions several times until he felt as though he’d gained control of his threatening climax.
Finally he was able to move without fear that every second he would lose himself. He reached down and underneath to fondle Michael’s balls, gently cupping and massaging them just how he knew Michael liked. Only now he was no longer merely moving in and out of Michael’s ass, he was pounding it. Sharp slapping sounds of skin against skin filled the air and mingled with their ragged breaths and groans as Darren pummeled him.
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