Lust on the Bayou

by Robin Gideon

  “You…think…you’re…so…fucking…smart.”

  Once again the words were spaced out between hard thrusts, and just as before, Evan could not tell whether it was Adam or Michael behind him, fucking his ass with a combination of emotions that were likely both violently vicious, and passionately evocative.

  * * * *

  Adam took a full step backward to disengage himself completely from Evan. He knew that he had to give himself a minute or two to get control of his raw emotions, or he’d climax—and he just wasn’t ready for that…not yet. As Michael got into place behind Evan, straddling with his long legs the padded bench Evan knelt on, Adam removed his condom and tossed it into a small, brass container put there precisely for such occasions.

  He was about to put on the fresh condom, but he decided to wait a minute. He was too sensitive, too close to the edge of ecstasy’s abyss, to touch himself. Instead, almost casually, he stroked the palm of his left hand over Jared’s ass cheeks, and gave Michael’s bottom a friendly swat with his right.

  Michael didn’t seem to notice, and Adam didn’t blame him at all. At that moment Michael was rubbing the crown of his erection against Evan’s hole. As he eased his hips forward, he turned his head and looked directly into Adam’s eyes. For several seconds their gazes held, then Michael slowly nodded his head.

  He agrees, Adam thought joyously. Now I’m certain taking in Evan in is the right decision!

  Adam made quick work of putting on the fresh condom, then getting in position behind Jared. He watched his cock sliding between the globes of his lover’s ass, then turned his gaze a little to the right and watched as Michael sank his cock slowly, but with gradually increasing speed and forcefulness, into Evan.

  A crooked smile curled Adam’s lush mouth as he began contemplating all the magnificently new and stimulating adventures the four of them would begin having, in the four corners of the globe, in the very near future. All four of them together. Forever. Always. His lips curled into a smile.

  Evan’s going to need a new wardrobe. But there’s time enough to pamper him later. Right now, what Evan needs is a good, solid double-fucking!

  * * * *

  From behind him, Evan heard the man who was slowly and deliberately sodomizing him, say just loud enough for him to hear, “God, what a glorious ass!”

  Evan knew then that it was Michael who was behind him now, and it had been Adam who first filled him with spectacularly hard, long, thick cock. Evan really wouldn’t have been disappointed if the facts had gone the other way, but he was pleased that no longer would there be the uncertainty of which of them had been first. In Evan’s life there had already been too much instability, too much uncertainty…and far too much fear. He didn’t need any more of that. Not now. Not when he had good friends who lived in apartments in the same complex as him—and most certainly not when he was now an integral part of the lives of Jared, Michael, and Adam. They had made it very clear that they were now a single unit, a polyamorous single entity.

  But it was hard to think of such blissful things when he was locked in a pillory, and the man who was currently fucking him was doing so with an increasing tempo and force that knocked Evan’s shoulders against the pillory just a little harder with each plunge, and caused him to gasp, and the breath to rush from his lungs.

  Evan heard the smack! of a broad palm coming down with force against a perspiration-moistened ass cheek, then immediately heard Jared let out a short gasp of pain.

  Adam likes to spank the sub he’s fucking, Evan thought, and felt a certain pleasure in being aware that he now knew what Adam liked to do—and knew it from experience.

  Turning his head, he looked at Jared. His new friend/lover was being buffeted by a powerful torso, and reacting accordingly. With the two of them being locked in the pillory side-by-side, and both being forcefully loved by the men they loved, Evan felt a bond, a kinship, with Jared that was unlike any he had ever before experienced with anyone.

  “Switch,” Evan heard Adam say.

  An instant later, both he and Jared were no longer being impaled. He could hear murmured words being exchanged by his two Doms, and wondered if they were exchanging notes of a sexual nature. He wondered insecurely if he was being judged. Did he make the grade? He did hear Michael distinctly say, “Here’s a fresh one.”

  Now that they were switching partners, new condoms were in order.

  A smile touched Evan’s lips, and he closed his eyes, confident beyond words that he was in good hands with Doms like Adam and Michael. They were adventurous as hell, but they always played it safe. There was really nothing more that he could ask for.

  The Doms switched partners two more times, but then, perhaps just to fuck with the psyches of their subs—and Evan strongly suspected that was the real motivation—they started and stopped, pulled back completely, then started and stopped…repeatedly. They did it in such a fashion that Evan couldn’t tell if they had changed places, or simply taken a pause, and then gone back to the same partner. The only thing that Evan was absolutely certain of was that his Doms both had magnificent cocks that got hard as steel, and that he couldn’t tell after a while which one of them he was getting impaled by.

  “Too tight!” Michael eventually cried out, but Evan couldn’t tell if he was standing directly behind him, the one being driven into him, or if he was behind Jared.

  There was the sound of mutual groaning, and Evan hoped that the evening would be over.

  He wasn’t at all certain he could take any more of this hot loving…at least not tonight. But maybe…with a little inspiration from two Doms and one super-special sub, he could be persuaded to change his mind.

  Epilogue

  Three Months Later

  It was the first Wednesday of the month, and that meant that at precisely two o’clock Greenwich Mean Time, the conference call was scheduled for all the senior executives of the company.

  To not be on the call—or even to be so much as a single minute late signing in—would incur the wrath of the company’s owners. That was a fate to be avoided at all costs.

  “Have you got them both connected?” Jared asked.

  His desk was beside Evan’s in the outer office. There was always tension in the air before the conference calls. A screw-up on the call was a mistake in front of the people who made the decision of employment or unemployment. Nobody had ever heard of anyone getting a second chance.

  Evan adjusted his headset slightly. “They’re both connected and on hold.”

  Jared laughed nervously. The next few hours could mean economic life or death for some people. He said, “They really play dreadful music when they put you on hold for these conference calls.”

  Evan watched as Jared took off his headset and rose from his chair. “I’ve already told the main switchboard to hold all calls for as long as the conference call lasts.” The call could be forty-five minutes, or two hours. One couldn’t tell in advance, especially not when there was instability on the world political stage.

  “Just like last month?” Evan asked.

  Jared nodded. “Everyone knows that Adam and Michael put business first, last, and always, so it isn’t surprising they’d like their assistants to be available and not distracted—just in case something comes up.”

  Evan felt his face flush a little. He said in a voice just above a whisper, “I’m pretty certain something’s going to come up.” He smiled boyishly, impishly. “What do you think the owners would say if they knew what happens during these oh-so-important monthly conference calls?”

  “I don’t care how the owners would react. I care about how Michael and Adam react,” Jared said as he returned to his desk. He put on his headset.

  Evan listened as the piped-in music abruptly came to an end, and then the CEO’s secretary began calling out names who were supposed to be on the call, each of which was responded to immediately. Evan was a little amused at how obsequious powerful people could be when they were in the presence of people with
power over them.

  Jared took off his headset and gave Evan a smile.

  “Now, it’s showtime for us,” Evan said, first putting his headset on his desk, then bending over at the waist to untie his wingtip Florsheim that he had purchased at one of the most exclusive men’s clothing stores in New Orleans. He had an account there now, in his name, and there was no limit to how much he could spend. For a young man who had been poor all his life, and as an adult had bought most of his clothes from the thrift store, that was a staggering reality. The only things his Doms had told him was he had to look like someone who worked for some top-flight executives, and got paid accordingly. Now that he was a permanent fixture in their lives, it was expected of him to dress accordingly.

  Evan had facetiously asked, “Then I should dress to look like I make love with all of you every chance I get?”

  Michael had turned to Adam, put a hand to his own forehead, and said, “Houston, I think we’ve got a problem.”

  Evan removed his suit coat and hung it neatly over the back of his desk chair, then toed off his shoes and removed his necktie, the solid, red silk one from the shop on Savile Row that Michael was so fond of. His buttoned-down Oxford dress shirt was next, then T-shirt. He took off his slacks, and neatly folded them before placing them carefully on his desk so that the creases—which were sharp enough to slice tomatoes—would not lose their edge. Lastly, he removed his socks and underwear. Then, standing naked with a half-hard erection unhurriedly but inexorably making its way toward a full erection, he turned to Jared. When their gazes met, they both smiled.

  “Scissors, rocks, and paper?” Jared asked. Evan nodded.

  They played the old-fashioned game, striking one palm with the opposite fist three times before giving the sign. Paper covers rocks, scissors cuts paper, rocks break scissors.

  One, two, three!

  Evan came out with scissors, two fingers out of his fist and splayed. Jared made the hand-gesture for paper, a flat hand.

  That meant that Evan had won, and that he would start with Adam. It wasn’t that winning meant that Adam was favorable to Michael, but the subs had needed a way to make sure that their Doms weren’t suspecting either of them wanted one Dom more than the other.

  Hence, the game. Silly, perhaps. But important, nevertheless.

  “See you in ten minutes,” Evan said as a ripple of excitement went up his spine. He was really beginning to look forward to these monthly conference calls.

  He walked to Adam’s office door, paused a moment to inhale deeply several times through his nostrils and then exhale through his mouth, then opened the door without knocking. Adam was where Evan knew he would be—at his desk, immaculately dressed, and listening with boredom as some other executive was no doubt explaining the earth-shaking consequences of the deal he was currently working on. To judge by Adam’s expression, whoever was speaking had peers who really didn’t give a damn. Evan suspected the senior executives didn’t, either. When Evan stepped into the office, Adam gave him a half-smile, then turned his chair so the desk was at his side instead of directly in front of him. The repositioning was, to say the least, self-serving.

  Without saying a word, Evan knelt on the plush gray carpet between Adam’s brightly polished shoes and began unbuckling his belt and opening his immaculate, hand-tailored trousers. He wasn’t at all surprised that Adam had gone commando, choosing to not wear underwear that day. It seemed a most appropriate action to take under the circumstances, considering what was now habit during these long and incredibly boring conference calls.

  But now Evan and Jared were doing their best to see that the conference calls weren’t as boring as they used to be.

  Evan waited until Adam lifted his hips off the chair, then he quickly tugged the trousers down to the tops of his thighs. He took a moment to visually enjoy the bounty that he was about to feast upon. At the sight of Adam’s half-formed erection, Evan’s own cock grew in just seconds to full extension. His reaction to looking at Adam’s cock was so common that by now it was nearly a cliché.

  “Pardon, but I missed part of that,” Adam said into his telephone headset. He then immediately tapped the mute button.

  Evan, naked and on his knees, grinned widely because he knew that all Adam was doing was letting everyone else on the call think that he was paying very close attention to everything that was being said.

  That couldn’t be farther from the truth, Evan thought as, with just the tip of his tongue, he lifted Adam’s cock, took the crown into his mouth, then drew a firm and tantalizing suction, which brought an instantaneous response.

  In ten minutes, he got to his feet, and switched places with Jared.

  It was a monthly routine that all four of the participants enjoyed enormously.

  THE END

  

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