Paul realised that his own wrist was now moving as fast as Edward’s so he slowed down in case he came too soon. He watched as Harry withdrew his fingers from Edward’s ass, then took his hard cock in his hand and guided it between Edward’s butt cheeks – penetrating him with the tip.
Edward’s pumping hand stopped suddenly and he yelped.
“Did I hurt you?” Harry asked.
Edward glanced over his shoulder and smiled at his lover. “No, no. it’s fine! Carry on…”
Harry grinned tenderly at Edward, then he pushed his hips forward, easing his cock further inside. Edward turned his head back to face the chair and braced himself for what was about to come. Paul watched eagerly as Harry reached out and gripped Edward’s hips, gently thrusting his pelvis back and forth, going deeper inside.
Edward’s hand reached up and he started to masturbate again – but Paul knew it was mainly to distract himself from the initial discomfort that always accompanied anal. It was going to be worth it for Edward, though, when Harry was pounding him towards the most overwhelming ecstasy known to men.
Harry instinctively reached out and slapped Edward’s bare butt as he pushed himself deeper inside. Edward gasped and groaned, enjoying the erotic sensation of the slap, which momentarily distracted him from that final painful thrust.
Now completely inside Edward, Harry stood there looking glorious, with his pubic bone pressing against Edward’s butt, catching his breath for a few seconds. Then, as he gripped Edward’s hips firmly with his hands, he started to thrust his pelvis back and forth – grinding his cock deep inside and taking them both towards absolute delight.
Paul was utterly consumed by the performance; unable to look away. His lust-soaked mind began to swirl and he realised he was going to come soon. But he didn’t want to be the first, so he tensed his abs and cooled himself off.
Scott’s voice drifted through the sponge-thick sexually-charged air. “Someone needs to be sitting in that chair.”
Paul wasn’t sure whether the young men would hear this flippant comment, but Edward turned his head to face them and chuckled devilishly – indicating that he had. Harry stopped fucking him and glanced over, too.
Edward smirked. “Scott, why don’t you come and sit down with us? It would be my pleasure to suck you off while Harry’s fucking me.”
Scott glanced at Paul, unsure how to take this offer.
Paul grinned. He was relieved to find no envy in his body, only lust – and love for his husband. He suddenly knew it was right for Scott to take the invitation and join in. It didn’t mean he didn’t love Paul. It just meant he’d be experiencing something incredibly erotic.
Paul kissed Scott tenderly on the lips. “Go for it, babes.”
Scott gazed over at the two young men, hesitating – as if he wanted to go swimming, but the sea was cold.
“Go on,” Paul said. “I don’t mind. It’s fucking horny!”
Scott grinned then stood up and undressed. He padded over – completely nude – looking as if he’d just been invited onstage to volunteer for a magician, rather than engage in a threesome with two fit young guys. Edward stood up to greet him, so Harry eased his cock out of him. Edward thrust out his hand for Scott to shake, and Scott took it with a chuckle. Paul could tell Scott was nervous – his cock was now only semi-hard, bless him. Paul hoped his nerves weren’t because he felt guilty – he genuinely wanted Scott to enjoy this treat.
Edward turned and kissed Harry passionately as Scott got comfy on the zebra-print chair. Edward whispered an aside to Harry, and Harry nodded in agreement, then Edward turned to face the now-seated Scott and dropped to his knees in front of him, glowing with confidence and cockiness. Passionate desire washed through Paul’s straining body as he watched Edward reach out and take his man’s erection in his hand and lick the end. Scott’s fists gripped the sides of the chair as he gasped with pleasure.
As Edward hungrily sucked Scott’s cock, Harry knelt behind him and reached out to lift Edward’s hips, so that his ass was sticking out behind like an animal. Harry grabbed the lube again and smothered his erection, then he carefully slipped himself back inside – causing Edward to roar throatily while he continued to suck off Scott.
Paul grabbed his own erection and started wanking madly, trying to keep up with the pounding passion in his brain that was trying to pull him over the edge into climactic delight. Paul’s arousal swarmed through his body at the sight of Edward swallowing down Scott’s cock, while Harry fucked Edward hard from behind – all for his viewing pleasure!
Harry’s thrusting pace sped up, which caused Edward to groan, and this in turn shot Scott with a bullet of pleasure. Scott’s head dropped back and he allowed himself to enjoy the thrill. He reached out and rested a hand lightly on Edward’s bobbing face, then he glanced over at Paul and grinned from a faraway place.
Paul was delighted he didn’t feel jealous. But now he wanted to join in.
“Any room for me?” he called out.
The other three halted their grinding rhythm and looked over.
Scott stood up on trembling legs. “Well… if we remove the chair, you can come between me and Edward.” Scott smirked. “We can spit-roast you. How about it?”
Paul’s lust crippled him and he momentarily wondered whether he should decline in case he ejaculated on the way over – if he could indeed walk with all this debilitating desire coursing through him.
But there was no way he was going to miss this. Paul gazed into Scott’s loving eyes, then he pressed his shaking hands against the sofa to help himself stand. He quickly removed his clothing and swaggered over to the ‘stage’ area. The scarlet rug was soft and reassuring on his feet, like sand on a soothing beach. He stood in front of Scott who kissed him tenderly on the lips, then he turned and shot Edward an amiable glance.
Edward grinned. “Hi, Paul. So glad you could come.”
Paul laughed. He fondled his cock absentmindedly, pushing away his nerves.
Scott stepped away to grab the lubricant, so Paul forced himself to drop to his knees in front of Edward, then he bent at the waist and rested his hands on Edward’s thighs. They were so different to Scott’s thighs – less toned and much paler. He closed his eyes and moved his face forward until his lips collided with Edward’s erection, which he took into his mouth and sucked. Edward was smaller than Scott and sucking him off was less satisfying, but it was still soothing – it reminded Paul of when he’d sucked his thumb as a child.
He could hear Edward quietly moaning as he ground his hips in front of him – which Paul took to be a good sign. He’d had plenty of experience of how to give Scott oral, so he knew what he was doing as he swirled his tongue around the tip of Edward’s cock and sucked.
He opened his eyes as he realised Edward’s body was sinking downwards to join him on the rug, so Paul leaned over to place his hands down, continuing to suck Edward off, as Edward settled on his knees. Paul felt naughty on all-fours, sucking another man’s cock like this, knowing his husband was watching and enjoying. He saw Harry kneel close behind Edward and penetrate him for the third time. He started to thrust himself hard into Edward, making Edward’s cock leak in Paul’s mouth. But Paul continued to suck, relishing being part of this thrilling threesome....
Soon to become foursome… Paul flinched with surprise as he felt two of Scott’s lube-covered fingers ease between his buttocks and circle around his rim. Then he slipped them inside Paul and treated him to a finger-fuck, which sent shockwaves of joy through Paul’s tingling body. Paul continued to suck Edward off, feeling Harry pound faster and faster behind him, getting closer and closer to climax. A flash of pain suddenly gripped Paul as Scott entered slowly but firmly – hurrying in case it was all over too soon. Paul’s yelp of pain was muffled by Edward’s thrusting cock, which hardened even more at Paul’s distress. Scott eased himself all the way in, then he gave Paul’s ass a flirty little slap as he matched Harry’s thrusting pounding rhythm.
Paul relax
ed and enjoyed feeling like a porn star. His lust-drenched brain churned up a thought that it would be nice if someone else could be watching, but the delicious feeling of Scott thrusting his cock up his ass suddenly rendered all coherent thought impossible. The universe washed with pure pleasure, and the four of them floated together on the snuggly rug in their sensual back-and-forth rhythm, with Harry thrusting ever deeper – pushing Edward further into Paul’s mouth and forcing Paul backwards into Scott – who in turn ground his cock harder into Paul’s ass. It was astounding to be right in the middle of this overwhelming chain of delight, and Paul’s lust flared up and overwhelmed him, flooding him with a nuclear explosion of ecstatic desire.
He realised he was going to come, and Scott knew it too somehow, because he reached around and grabbed Paul’s cock, gripping him tightly as Paul ejaculated spectacularly all over the rug. He involuntarily cried out as elation consumed him, which tripped something in Edward – who came hard in Paul’s mouth. Paul felt Scott grind deeper and deeper inside him – pushing him down and causing his knees to buckle – then Scott tensed and groaned loudly as his own orgasm exploded. Paul dropped to his forearms as he was treated to the warm sticky spurt of his husband ejaculating up his ass.
Covered in sweat and semen, Paul slowly moved his face away from Edward’s sticky cock and stayed there on his hands and knees, panting like a dog. He felt like a dog, too, but in the most delightful way. He giggled. It was base and dirty, but loving and tender. Scott rested a hand on his buttock and gently withdrew, then he shuffled around and slid himself under Paul’s body, like a mechanic sliding under a car. Scott’s face was rosy and content. He gazed up lovingly, and Paul lowered himself for a kiss.
“That was fucking amazing,” Paul said.
Scott grinned. “I love you, Paul Taylor. So much.”
Paul kissed him on the nose, then pushed himself to sit back on his heels. He glanced over at Harry and Edward, who’d gone into their own little huddle and were kissing tenderly like innocent teens. Had they really just been fucking each other like that? Paul’s cock twitched excitedly as residual lust washed over him.
Paul gazed back down to look at Scott, and saw that he was gazing up with absolute adoration, like a child looking up at his mother. They shared a smile. Scott reached up and caressed Paul’s sweat-covered thigh.
“How about we go for a nice soak in the tub?” Scott said. “And leave those two to chat.”
Reality seeped back into Paul’s mind and he remembered what Harry and Edward had been through today. He nodded, losing himself in Scott’s sapphire eyes. “That’s a good idea. I’m all sticky!”
Scott giggled. “Me too!”
Paul glanced at the splashes of semen on the rug. He pushed away his itching desire to clean it up, and clambered to his feet – helping Scott to stand, too.
Paul kissed his husband tenderly on the lips, suddenly feeling as if anything was possible. “Come on, let’s have that bath. I’m sure the mess on the rug can wait until morning.”
Scott laughed and held his hand. “Yep! Nothing’s ever as urgent as it seems. Not even cum stains on the carpet!”
Chapter Twenty-Seven
Harry pressed his fingers against the glass and gazed out the window as Paul drove the four of them through the rough neighbourhood that Edward grew up in. The roads around here were full of potholes, and a burnt-out car had been abandoned in the middle of the sidewalk. Several of the garden gates were hanging forlornly off their hinges. It was like driving through parts of India – except the poverty there was much, much worse.
In the front passenger seat, Scott was finishing a telephone conversation with his boss, explaining the situation with Mr Sawhney. Harry was embarrassed and ashamed of his father’s behaviour. Not just because he’d threatened Scott like that, but… how could he lie and cheat so easily, after he’d taught Harry and his siblings to respect the feelings of other people, and to never do anything that might hurt them. What was his poor mother going to say when she found out the truth?
Edward’s lovely voice pulled Harry from his thoughts. “Paul, just park anywhere down here. Wherever you can find a space.”
Paul squeezed the huge car into a narrow space as Scott hung up the phone.
“What did she say?” Harry asked.
“She said she hasn’t heard anything from your dad, but that she refuses to let the gallery be funded by homophobes. And we won’t be blackmailed. She’s such a cool lady.”
Edward reached across and held Harry’s hand. “So now you have no excuses to stand up to him.”
Harry leaned over and kissed him. “Come on. Let’s go and speak to your parents.”
They climbed out and Edward led him to a rundown terraced house. Harry tried not to stare at the crumbling brickwork and overgrown grass. He followed Edward up the rubble-strewn pathway, and loitered next to him as Edward grabbed the doorknocker to announce their presence.
The woman who answered looked old beyond her years as if she’d had a hard life. She was wearing faded jeans and an old T-shirt – and her hair was scrunched up on her head in a messy ponytail. She gasped when she saw Edward then drew him into her arms.
“Oh, baby, it’s lovely to see you!”
Harry stood behind him, feeling awkward.
Edward extracted himself from her embrace. “Mum, this is Harry. We’ve got something to tell you. Is dad in?”
His mum beamed. “Hello, Harry! Aw, Edward, it’s about time you found yourself a nice fella. Come in, baby. Come in, Harry.”
The living room was cramped and cluttered with ornaments. Harry was ushered into a flowery armchair and Edward plonked himself down on a green tatty sofa, next to his dad – who was currently engrossed in a football match on the ancient TV.
“Nice to see you, son,” his dad muttered without looking away from the match.
“Hey, dad. Spurs winning, are they?”
Edward’s dad snorted as if this was hilarious, and they both became mesmerised by the game. Harry forced himself to relax. These people seemed nice, but it was the next visit that was making his palms sweat. He briefly allowed his mind to churn over what he intended to say to his dad, but then Edward’s mum swished into the room with a tray of tea things.
“Frank, switch off that football – your son’s brought someone to meet us!”
Edward’s dad sighed, then picked up the remote and flicked off the TV.
He noticed Harry for the first time and smiled. “Oh, hello. You’re quiet.”
Harry smiled shyly. “Sorry.”
Edward’s mum poured out the tea. Harry assumed that this was their finest china and he suddenly felt honoured that these people – who didn’t have very much – were treating him with such grace. He opened his mouth to complement the pretty teapot, but a little girl of about seven suddenly burst into the living room, and threw herself at Edward. He laughed and hugged her tightly, then she plonked herself on his lap and started telling him about all the things he’d missed in the few weeks since his last visit. Edward humoured her, then threw his attention back to his parents.
“Mum, dad,” Edward said. “I’ve got something to tell you. There’s no easy way to say this… I was working as a rent boy –”
His mum froze in the middle of passing Harry a cup of tea. “Oh, Edward, no!”
“But I’ve stopped now!” Edward said. “I couldn’t find a job. But now I’ve been given an amazing new opportunity and I’m settling down, Mum, I promise.”
His mum swallowed down her tears and nodded.
“And,” Edward said. “I’ve just met this fucking amazing –!”
“Language, Edward!” his dad said, thwacking him on the arm.
Edward grinned at his little sister who giggled. “Sorry. I’ve just met this delightfully charming young man.”
All eyes turned to Harry. Edward’s dad nodded his approval. “You seem like a nice lad; thanks for calming him down.”
Harry sipped his tea. “Oh… I didn�
�t do anything.”
Edward’s mum smiled kindly. “It’s okay, Harry. I know my son. I don’t know how long you two have been together, but he’s changed already. There’s a contentedness in his eyes. Love does that to people.”
“Mum!”
Edward’s little sister piped up. “Edward’s in love! How disgusting!”
“So what’s this job, then, Edward?” his dad asked, raising his voice above the child.
“I’m working in an office with a really nice guy. It’s only a short-term contract, but he said he’d help me find another job afterwards.”
His mum clasped her hands together. “That’s wonderful news. I just want you to be happy, sweetheart. We just want you to be happy, don’t we, Frank?”
“We certainly do.”
Edward glanced at Harry. They shared a smile. “Well,” he said. “I am. Very.”
****
By the time they arrived at his own parents’ house, Harry’s nerves had spread their sneaky tendrils throughout his entire body, making his heart thump hard and his knees fill with sludge. Harry asked one of the butlers the whereabouts of his parents, and he was politely directed to the garden – so he took Edward’s hand and they wandered through the house and out into the sunshine. Harry spotted his mother and father in the middle of the huge lawn, bossing the servants around as they scurried about, taking down the decorations from yesterday’s party.
Mr Sawhney glanced up as Harry and Edward headed over. Harry’s legs shook beneath him, willing him to forget about this craziness and flee. His dad’s face remained passive and hard as he shooed the servants away, then he muttered to his wife that their son had returned.
She turned to face him, glaring like a Mafia boss.
Harry halted a few feet away and let go of Edward’s hand. “Wait here. I’ll see them on my own.”
Edward’s lovely face crumpled. “Are you ashamed of me?”
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