Dolphin Dreams

by Jules Jones

  “I think I love you as well. Are we going to be too heavy for George?” He liked the idea of being the filling in the sandwich, but even with him being smaller than the other two, that was going to be quite a weight on George once Patrick got going.

  “I can handle it as long as he gets off when he’s finished.” George pulled his hand out from between Martin and Patrick, and Patrick settled his weight fully. It felt quite interesting being pressed between the two men, although not quite interesting enough to revive his cock’s interest in the proceedings. “So what else do you like?” George asked him.

  “Most things. And I’m like you from the other side -- I like the feel of a cock in me, quite apart from being a sub.” He gasped a little as Patrick gave him exactly that. All at once; at least, that was what it felt like.

  “Sorry,” Patrick muttered. “You all right?”

  “Startled, is all.”

  “Well, you said you weren’t interested, and I thought you wouldn’t need any foreplay this time ...” Patrick trailed off.

  George looked him over, than glanced up at Patrick. “He doesn’t look as if he minds. Just startled, like he said.”

  “Didn’t see any point in anything fancy if he’s not going to get anywhere,” Patrick said as he started thrusting.

  He doubted if he was going to get anywhere, but it did feel rather nice to have Patrick’s cock moving inside him. Distracting, but not enough to stop him talking to George. “So, yes, as I was saying, what I happen to like as a physical sensation matches well with what goes on in here.” He tapped his temple with his finger.

  “What about doing the fucking?” George asked. “Do you need to be doing it under orders?”

  “No, and I do vanilla sex as well as D/s. With vanilla I prefer being underneath, but I don’t mind switching. Though to be honest I really prefer having my cock sucked.” He could seriously fancy having George suck his cock. Actually ... “And being fucked and sucked at the same time could be good.”

  “I hope you’re listening, Patrick,” George said. “Fancy having him sit on your cock while I suck his?”

  “Christ yes.” An extra hard thrust, then Patrick stiffened and held still for a moment. George looked smug. Suspiciously smug, as if he’d known what effect that suggestion would have.

  “Is that a kink of his?”

  “Yes,” George said, while Patrick just groaned. “If he can’t have my arse, he’ll have someone else’s arse while he watches me sucking cock. Not you in particular until now, although I know what he’ll be dreaming about tonight.”

  “Bastard. That’s got me going now.” Patrick slid off him. “If you really don’t mind, Martin, I’m going to stop pretending to be the same species as you.”

  George turned to stare at Patrick. “Patrick.”

  “He knows what we are. And if he doesn’t like it, I’ll stop. I’d like to just have a good fuck in this shape for once without worrying.”

  Martin decided that it was time to butt in. “Would you two tell me what’s going on?”

  Patrick draped an arm over him. “Look. What lady dolphins like is an awful lot of foreplay, and then we give them a quick in and out, have a rest for a couple of minutes, do it again. And again, until she’s happy. Bit like your ladies seem to like, actually, only they prefer the quick to be slow.” He kneaded at Martin’s shoulder. “And it’s nice to do it that way in this shape sometimes. Feels more comfortable. But your men get wound up about it.”

  That sounded vaguely familiar from what he could remember of the research he’d done on dolphin behaviour. “So you can fuck like a dolphin even in this shape.” But a man who could get it up half a dozen times in an hour without resorting to Viagra would get quite a reaction if he tried it on someone who didn’t know his secret. Martin knew men who could happily do it that often in a day, but they usually needed a bit of a rest in between after the first couple of times.

  “Mmm. But we can play either way, so we usually do it your way.” Patrick was playing with his hair now, and he knew it for the manipulation it was. From Patrick he didn’t mind it. “But if you’ve had enough for yourself anyway, and you don’t mind ...”

  “Go ahead.” The worst he’d get would be a sore arse from overdoing things after weeks of nothing but his own hand. There were worse things in life than Patrick asking nicely if he could temporarily use him as a blow-up doll. Things like not having ever met Patrick.

  “Thanks.” Patrick bent over him and gently kissed his back. “I try to be a gentleman --” George snorted with laughter at that. “-- but you know how sometimes you just want to fuck and not worry about the other guy.”

  “Yes, I know.” In spite of his leaning to the sub side, there were times when he just wanted to pound away mindlessly in someone’s arse. “Just as long as you remember that if I start yelling that I’ve had enough, I mean it.” He rolled off George so that he could look up at Patrick. “You two have already given me more of a workout today than I’ve had in weeks.”

  “Right,” Patrick said and went to rummage in the picnic basket where Martin had left the condom packet.

  Martin looked at George and said, “I’m glad I bought a packet of twelve.”

  “I’m glad, too.” George dropped his voice a little. “He doesn’t get it as often as he’d like to, not in this shape.” He pulled Martin close and hugged him. “And this shape has its advantages.”

  Patrick came back to them, his cock still rampant. Martin eyed it with some wonder. “Doesn’t it go down?”

  “Eventually,” Patrick said, lying down behind him. “And thanks.”

  “Where were we?” George said. “Oh, yes. As you may have gathered, Patrick really likes sticking his cock up someone’s arse. He’s not terribly fussy about what shape he’s in at the time.”

  Patrick did just that, though a little more slowly than the previous time. It still felt good, and Martin was surprised to feel his cock twitch a little. It had to be the combination of the physical sensation and the smutty conversation.

  “Feels good,” Patrick mumbled.

  “That’s his favourite, but he likes pretty much anything.”

  Patrick started to thrust, pushing Martin against George. He felt George push back; more to steady him than anything else, he thought. George went on, “He prefers to be in charge, but he’s much more of a switch than I am.”

  “Just because you’re older and my mum said I had to do what you said when she wasn’t around.”

  That was the first hint he’d had that they hadn’t sprung full-grown into existence. There was a family somewhere, if perhaps not the sort of family he was used to. But it didn’t seem the right time to ask. Another time. He knew now that there would be another time. This was the time to enjoy the feel of Patrick in him, the warmth of both their bodies against him.

  “I don’t really get anything out of pain,” George said, “even if I can understand why other people do.”

  “Though he gets an unholy pleasure out of beating up bullies,” Patrick said, speeding up and groping for Martin’s cock. “Mmm. If you do get interested, tell me, and we can do something about it.”

  Much to his surprise, he was getting interested. He’d thought he was past the age of being able to do it three times in a day, but on the other hand, it had been a long, lazy day, with breaks in between. He still wasn’t convinced that he could come again, but he could probably get it up with intent. He said as much.

  “Well, George can always give you a blowjob,” Patrick said. “Oh!”

  He’d obviously come again. “You really like that idea, don’t you?” Martin asked.

  “Mmm.” Patrick sounded a lot happier now. “Don’t you?”

  He looked at George. George didn’t have that intense look, but he still looked pretty appealing. Yes, he liked the idea of a blowjob from George. He liked it enough that he could even feel a rare urge to dominate, which doubtless wasn’t going anywhere with George. But being brought to erection at his maste
r’s command was starting to sound like a very interesting idea. “I think I do.”

  George slid one hand over his chest and rubbed at a nipple. “Well, if you think you can manage after all ...”

  “I’m not sure. But I’m more hopeful than I was ten minutes ago.”

  “Oh, a little bit of hope’s all we need. Stay in him, Patrick.”

  The advantage of a semi-permanent erection. Patrick was still hard and still stretching him pleasantly. Still rubbing very gently against his prostate. One practical matter to settle. “Is that condom going to hold out?”

  “Should do. I’m near empty now.”

  At least there was one way in which they didn’t completely outclass him. Though if he managed it at all, he was going to be near empty himself. But he was a lot more certain now that he was going to manage it. “George?”

  George left Martin’s nipple alone and tested his cock. That big, warm hand wrapped around his cock felt very good. George gave him a couple of quick strokes. “Thought you couldn’t manage another?”

  “I’m starting to think that I just needed the right partners.”

  “I’m starting to think that your ex was a bit useless in bed, as well as inconsiderate out of it.” George put an arm around him and hugged him close, then kissed him. It was a long, luxurious kiss, one to arouse him without putting pressure on him to perform right now, George’s tongue gently probing his mouth, then back out again as George kissed lightly down his neck.

  Patrick asked, “Does that mean I have to be considerate again?”

  “No,” George said. “If you finish before he’s ready, I’ll keep him happy.”

  “Good.” And Patrick was away again, thrusting inside him.

  He relaxed into it, satisfied that no matter what happened he’d be taken care of. He knew that Patrick was having a wonderful time, that George would be content with whatever he could manage, and that they’d make sure he came if he was capable of it, without any urgency about it.

  Knowing that seemed to make the difference he needed. Each of those delicate kisses along his neck ramped up his arousal a little more. Each thrust of Patrick’s cock did the same. And when Patrick came again, he didn’t pull out, but stayed in place. Not just that, but he turned his attention to stroking Martin’s body. One hand sliding down his side, then back up again, squeezing his shoulder just below where George was kissing him.

  Patrick asked, “Are you going to suck him?”

  “Yes, but we might as well stay in this position. He’s comfortable like this.”

  He certainly was. He was supported from behind by Patrick, his arse was delightfully filled with Patrick’s cock, and he had George pressed up along much of his front. Then he didn’t have that, because George started working his way down his chest. And Patrick wriggled a bit, letting go of him and turning away slightly.

  “What are you doing?” he asked.

  “Getting another pillow so I can watch him suck you without craning my neck.” More wriggling, then Patrick settled back into place. “That’s better.”

  “Told you he likes this,” George said with a laugh.

  “Get on with it,” Patrick said. “I want you sucking him by the time I start again.” Patrick did start again, giving Martin a quick thrust.

  “You have no finesse.” But George got on with it, going straight for Martin’s cock.

  A quick lick around the tip. Then he very slowly slid his lips over the end, enclosing just the head of Martin’s cock, and sucked quickly before relaxing again. Then off, and a long, leisurely lick along the underside of his cock, and back over the tip again.

  “God, I enjoy watching him do that,” Patrick said, speeding up his own rhythm. Now Martin felt an answering response in his own cock.

  George must have noticed as well, because he glanced up at Martin with a thoroughly smug look on his face. He went back to work on Martin’s cock. He sucked in the tip and just a little of the shaft this time, then wrapped his hand tightly around the rest of the shaft and squeezed just as Patrick gave one final hard thrust and came inside him again.

  Perfect timing, with George taking over in front just as Patrick finished from behind. Patrick stayed where he was, one arm around Martin’s chest and his cock up Martin’s arse.

  He had all the sensation he could want. Skin on skin, a hand on his cock, and the sight of George sucking his cockhead. And Patrick’s voice in his ear, asking him to hold out long enough for Patrick to be ready again, so that they could come together.

  Now he was quite certain that he could come again. Not as quickly as before, no, but he could certainly manage it. They had all the time they needed, and George was obviously happy to take as much time as he did need. Each time George slid his mouth off his cock and then slowly slid it back on, he took a little more length. It would have been delightful torture if it had been the first time today, but now it was delightful arousal.

  “He is good at it, isn’t he?” Patrick asked.

  “He’s bloody fantastic.”

  “I love it when he does that to me. Almost makes up for him not letting me get my cock up his arse.”

  He could well believe that. George knew exactly how and when to suck, to relax, to move his tongue just so. Now he’d reached halfway down, and Martin was longing for more. He groaned as George pulled off again.

  George looked up at him, and this time it was heat in his eyes rather than smug amusement. “Want me to finish you?”

  “God, please.”

  “Make him wait another minute or so,” Patrick said. “I’ll need that, and he looks so pretty when he begs.”

  “Oh, I think we can get him to come when it’s convenient,” George said. He gave Martin another tantalising lick across his cockhead. “Can’t we?”

  “Yes.” He almost grabbed for George’s head, but restrained himself. At least until George gave him one quick suck and pulled off again, leaving just his thumb and forefinger circling the shaft. Then Martin did grab, only to have Patrick grab him, arm like a steel rod holding his forearms tight to his chest.

  “Naughty. Wait until you’re allowed.”

  “Yes, Patrick.” He relaxed, and so did Patrick.

  “So much for can’t get it up again,” Patrick murmured.

  “You two are very good inspiration.”

  Patrick gave him a quick thrust. “Just to remind you what’s waiting for you.”

  He pushed back. “Feels wonderful.”

  “Good.” Patrick hugged him tightly and nuzzled at his neck, kissing him just under his ear as George kissed his cock again. He’d have said that nothing could have got his attention away from George’s mouth on his cock, but Patrick half managed it. Feeling that powerful body restraining him, while Patrick delicately kissed him -- the contrast was enough to get at least a little of his attention, even when George gave him another suck.

  Then George finally took the full length of his cock, sliding his lips right down to the base. Martin heard his own gasp, and Patrick’s with it. George slid back a little, but Patrick started thrusting again, shoving him forward just enough to thrust him, in turn, deep into George’s mouth.

  Each stroke of Patrick’s gave him double pleasure. Patrick was clutching at his chest, and now George had a hand on his balls. And then Patrick said, in a voice harsh with desire, “I want you to come now. I want to feel your arse squeezing me when I come.”

  And he knew he could. Patrick thrust into him one last time, and he came. Not into George’s mouth, because George slid off just in time and grabbed him with that strong hand, squeezing in time with each pulse of his orgasm. It felt utterly, utterly wonderful.

  At last he was done, and George let go of him. They relaxed for a minute or two; then Patrick eased his way out, and George shuffled back up the blanket. He put an arm around Martin. “Sorry about letting go just when you were about to come, but I forgot to put a condom on you until it was too late. I thought that was probably better than nothing.”

 
“I forgot as well.” He was mortified. It was a lot safer than unprotected anal sex, but it was still stupid. “Sorry.”

  “I’m the one who should be apologising. I’m not worried about condoms, but you are.” George kissed him very lightly on the forehead. “It wasn’t fair, not when I’d taken control.”

  What a difference. A lover who understood that with power came responsibility. “Thanks.” He stroked his hand down George’s chest, enjoying the feel of hard flesh under his fingers, and took hold of George’s cock. More hard flesh, a good handful of it. “What about you?”

  “You’ve probably had enough for one day. So I hope you like to watch.” George’s voice took on a deeper tone as he commanded, “Patrick.”

  Patrick didn’t seem to take it very seriously. “Mmph. Go away.”

  “On your knees.”

  “Bastard.” But Patrick shifted, pulling away from where he’d tucked himself up against Martin’s back. George stood up, giving Martin room to turn over just in time to see Patrick kneeling down on hands and knees.

  Martin moved a little further back and rearranged some of the pillows so that he was lying comfortably with a good view. If George wanted him to watch, he’d watch, even though he was certain he really was finished himself for now.

  It was worth watching. Patrick on his hands and knees, his head down and his cock still up. George behind him, his face alight with lust. Martin knew exactly where that arousal had come from. Sucking him.

  They held still for a moment, forming a living picture of eroticism in the light reflected from the water. The dancing light dazzled him a little, making the two men look almost like sculpture. Then George moved, thrusting into Patrick. Taking possession of him, there was no doubt of that at all.

  Patrick gasped and thrust back, but George was intent on controlling the pace. Martin couldn’t blame him. Patrick had hardly gone short today. Now it was George’s turn for satisfaction.

  Patrick reached for his cock, but George saw and pulled Patrick’s hand away. Then George looked over at Martin and grinned.

  Martin knew a command when he saw it. He scrambled up and grabbed for Patrick’s cock. It was hot and hard in his hand. Naked, too; Patrick had dumped the condom. Well, no need for it now.