Boxers & Briefs: An MFMM Romance

by Abby Angel

  "I… want you," I breathe out, brushing my thumb over his full lips. "I want that mouth of yours. I want to feel it on me."

  Without a single word, he peels his fingers off my cock and, without breaking eye contact, pops out the top button on my pants. "I never thought I’d say this," he whispers, slowly working on my belt and unbuckling it, "but I need that cock. And I need it right now." His words are heavy, his tone one of crazed lust and anticipation.

  "It’s yours," I exhale sharply, and he flattens his hand once more against my cock, the fabric of my boxer briefs the only barrier between us. Raising my hips, I push my pants down to my knees and then lean back against the leather couch, throwing my head back and closing my eyes.

  Using only his index finger, he starts brushing it over my hard shaft, moving it up and down gently. I’m breathing hard now, a burning need to feel his lips wrapped around my cock completely overwhelming me.

  Still teasing me, he uses his free hand to grab at the hem of my boxer briefs and, with maddening patience, he pulls them and reveals my cock, doing it inch by slow inch. I grit my teeth as my shaft brushes against his knuckles, and I almost grab him by the wrist so that I can force him to start stroking me. I control myself somehow, though, submitting to his pace.

  Teasing me mercilessly, he pulls my boxer briefs down to my knees and then runs both his hands up my legs. He reaches for my cock with the tip of his fingers, brushing them along the length of my shaft before finally grabbing it. I breathe out heavily as I feel the pressure of his fingers on me, a shiver going up my spine as I realize that this is one of the sweetest moments of my entire life.

  More than pleasure, this is about acceptance. I’ve been living in denial for so long … and now, my body burning under his touch, I’ve finally surrendered to something that runs deep in my veins. A vicious craving, a feeling of lust intertwined with passion. All that, and then some more.

  With his body pressed against mine, Ares starts moving his hand up and down the length of my member, stroking it and building a rhythm with that maddening patience of his. We kiss once more, our mouths drawn to each other, and I take my hand to his crotch and press down on the shape tenting his pants.

  The moment I do it, his cock pulsing under the palm of my hand, Ares pulls back from my kiss and groans; he starts stroking me faster too, the movements of his hand growing more erratic and wild. More genuine and unpredictable.

  "Now we’re talking," I whisper, nibbling at his lower lip and curling my fingers around the hard shape between his thighs. Turning my body toward him, I take both my hands to his belt and unbuckle it; without waiting a second, I pull his zipper down and slide my hand under his boxer briefs, grabbing his cock right away.

  His warmness throbs against my skin with a kind of abrupt eagerness, and I feel flames dancing around my mind and turning all conscious thought into ashes. Right now, only our bodies matter.

  "I never thought… Fuck, I never thought your cock would feel this good in my hand," I tell him, and there’s a gleam of wickedness in his eyes. Returning his gaze, I start stroking him; I go fast right from the beginning, though, no patience left in me to tease him. My body demands it, and I can’t help but to cave to these demands.

  "Fuck… And I never thought your hand would feel this good in my hand," he replies, pushing the words out from between his gritted teeth. The lines around his eyes seem to deepen as an expression of pure bliss takes over his face, and I smile at the sight.

  Moving fast, I let go of his cock, but that only so that I can tug on his pants and boxers. I send it all down to his knees, and his cock springs free and into my hand, his body anxious for more.

  I go as fast as I can, my fist just a blur as I handle his cock, doing it as if I were stroking myself. That’s the beauty of being with another man; I already know what he wants and what he needs, no guess work to what I’m doing in here.

  We stroke each other for God knows how long, mirroring each other’s rhythm and floating down the river of time without a care in the world.

  "Fuck, I wish Daphne was here," Ares groans, and I start going even faster than before. Just to hear Daphne’s name … I don’t know, that woman does something to me. The way she looks at us, the way her body seems to scream out our names… And the way she kisses, sucks, and fucks. Perfection has a name, and it’s Daphne Kane.

  "Me too," I admit, throwing my head back and trying to control my breathing. Ares is stroking me viciously now, and I already feel that sweet pressure mounting inside of me, ecstasy clawing at my mind.

  Lucky for me, ecstasy takes Ares by assault before the same happens to me. His stroking motion grows erratic; he goes slow and then fast, and then just does it again before he finally stops jerking me altogether. He just takes his hand off of my cock and throws his head back, both his hands balled into fists as his body tenses up, his ripped muscles becoming diamond hard.

  "I’m gonna … I’m gonna fucking cum," he groans, his eyes closed as his cock spasms against my fingers.

  "Then do it," I whisper back at him, still working on his cock. I take my free hand to between his legs and cup his balls, rolling them over my outstretched fingers and giving him a gentle push off the cliff of pleasure. He tumbles down into his orgasm a fraction of a second later: his cock throbs violently against my hand and then a long rope of cum shoots out from its tip. Thick and white, his cum jumps up into the air like an elastic band; it comes down in an arch, falling over the sleeve of my white shirt, but I just keep on stroking him.

  He keeps on shooting for a long time, gushing his load up into the air like a fountain; his semen falls back down on top of his cock and my hand, acting as a lubricant as I jerk him off. By the time he finally stops cumming, both his cock and my hand (not to mention the sleeve of my shirt) are drenched in cum.

  I peel my fingers off his cock and, moving fast, Ares reaches for me and grabs me by the wrist. He guides my hand toward his mouth and, grinning at me, he licks my fingers, scooping his own cum with the tip of his tongue. I watch him do it as if I’m hypnotized, his tongue tracing gentle lines down my fingers and dancing over the palm of my hand.

  I see a strand of cum dangling from his lower lip and, before I even know what I’m doing, I push him back against the couch and lean into him. I lick his lips softly, taking that strand of cum into my mouth, and then I kiss him again. I close my eyes as I feel my salty seed on his lips and tongue, and that’s when the urge to fill his mouth with my own cum overtakes me.

  "You took yours … now take mine," I tell him, tangling my fingers in his hair and pulling his head back. He looks at me with a smile on his lips, decoding my words, and then he takes his hand to his own cock. Taking some of the cum coating his shaft, he then reaches for me and grabs my cock.

  "Gladly," he whispers, working my shaft while his seed acts as lubricant. I lean back against the couch, legs spread wide as I let him do all the work and simply enjoy the moment. Going faster with each passing second, it doesn’t take him long to work himself up into a frenzy. His hand flies up and down the length of my shaft, and I have to take deep breaths to stop myself from cumming right away.

  "Don’t cum, not yet," he tells me, slowing down his stroking motion and looking into my eyes as a dangerous wickedness dances on his lips. "I want you to do it … in my mouth," he continues, and that almost does it for me. Just to hear him say something like that is almost enough to make my cock explode. Thankfully, I somehow manage to stop that from happening. God knows how.

  Leaning into me, Ares brushes his lips against my neck, and then just bends over and parts his lips. Reaching for the tip of my cock with his tongue, he laps at my flesh with controlled eagerness, tracing soft circles around my girth.

  Then, opening up his hand and freeing my shaft, he slides his tongue down my twelve inches until his lips are on my balls. He kisses them, one at a time, and then opens his mouth wide and sucks my right one into his mouth.

  "Oh, fuck, that’s … that’s so fucking goo
d," I groan as he presses on it with his tongue, and then moves to the left one. He does the same there, and then just opens his mouth even wider and sucks both my balls in. I place my hands on the top of his head by instinct, almost too desperate for him to start sucking; reading that eagerness on me, he pulls back, allowing my balls to pop out from his mouth, and then slides his tongue all the way up my shaft, flicking it at my tip.

  He wraps his lips around my cock and finally moves in for the kill; he starts to suck in such a perfect way that I can’t help but breathe out sharply, all air leaving my lungs and being replaced by a warm layer of pleasure. Ares Strong is sucking my cock and, God, he does it better than most women I’ve ever been with, Daphne being the clear exception.

  Bobbing his head up and down, he grabs my cock by the root and starts to stroke me with the same coming-and-going motion of his mouth. I throw my head back and close my eyes, surrendering to how amazingly good his lips feel around my thickness. This is perfection; this is heaven … this is everything my body and cock need.

  Feeling pleasure race through my veins blindly, I place my hands on Ares’ head and force him to go as deep as possible. He takes his hand off of my shaft, forcing his mouth down until his lips are touching the base of my cock. I let him go back up, instinctively thrusting my hips up as he starts to bob his head once more.

  I repeat that over and over again, fucking his mouth until I simply can’t take it anymore.

  "I’m going to --" I don’t even finish the sentence. I simply explode inside his mouth, grunting as my cock thrashes wildly over his tongue. My blood is boiling, ecstasy blanketing my mind as I keep on gushing and gushing, filling his mouth. He remains in place, taking it all in; only when my cock stops spasming does he pull back, his lips slowly sliding back over my shaft. I feel a pang of sorrow as he lets go of my cock, almost as if I don’t want this moment to end.

  He looks at me, a trace of my cum on his lips, and swallows. I open my mouth to say something, not knowing exactly what, and then just close it again. Sitting up straight, Ares offers me his smile and I feel my heart skip a beat as my eyes find his lips glistening from the layer of semen that covers them.

  Instinct taking the steering wheel, I lean toward him and crush my mouth against his. My cum has blended with his on his mouth, and I let that raw flavor inundate me; it hits me hard, and I kiss Ares as if I’m a savage, completely unable to restrain myself.

  We kiss each other for an eternity, only stopping when the need to breath finally forces us to break apart.

  "Together," I whisper softly, looking into his eyes and feeling committed to my decision: I’m trusting Ares. I’ve trusted him before, and I can do it again.

  "Together," he repeats after me. "Together."

  Daphne

  Hard eyes and cold stares, that’s what the board is offering me right now.

  Not that I’m surprised, anyway. I’m standing at the head of a table packed with some of the most cold-blooded executives in the U.S., and I’m what’s standing between them a $1.1 trillion payday.

  Most of them probably don’t like the fact that I’m a woman as well. I guess it isn’t easy to have a woman in charge, and one who knows how to do her job better than any man.

  "Daphne," Elliott Wright calls my name and then clears his throat, raising his gaze toward me from the other end of the table. He’s one of the heavy-hitters of the board, a seventy-year old with more money than God himself, and a hunger for success (money is just an afterthought for him) that overshadows my love of shoes. In my head I have classified him as one of the few reasonable persons at this table. "I still don’t see why we should turn down Mr. Lee’s offer. An offer of $1.1 trillion is the best we’ll be able to do. And, really, it’s something for the history books."

  Sigh. Ever since the government decided to pony up that much money, the Union Airlines board has turned into something devoid of any rationality or common sense. I mean, seriously? Do we really want to sell a company as important as Union Airlines is to the government? What do they think is going to happen? It’s not like the government is known for managing its assets in the right way.

  Besides, that "something for the history books" factor is probably something very important to Elliot … and that doesn’t really help matters.

  "Elliot, like I’ve been trying to explain… If we turn Union Airlines into a government entity, how long will it be before the company faces its ruin? Do we really want to bend our knees to the government, only so that we line our own pockets with money?"

  "Respectfully, Daphne, we’re all in this for the money. Union Airlines isn’t a charitable organization, as I’m sure you’re aware." Now it’s Frank Stone joining the fray. He’s one of the oldest members of the board, part of the Union Airlines board since its first plane took to the skies. He’s a shrewd one (as the best executives always are), and his financial acumen has always been an asset to the company. Now, it seems that a $1.1 trillion figure is more than enough to make him turn a blind eye to what’s really happening.

  Don’t get me wrong; I like money as much as the next person. I just don’t think that selling out and throwing everything that I believe into the dirt is a good thing to do, even if it means getting filthy rich in the process.

  "Of course we’re in this for the money. I don’t think anyone in here is under some kind of illusion. But, still, do we really want to see the government tearing apart everything you have built these past decades? Union Airlines is one of the most important companies in the U.S., if not the world. We employ thousands of people, and we're a constant in the daily life of millions of people around the world. If we submit to the government, I don’t think that --"

  "What are you afraid of, Daphne?" Frank cuts me short, placing both his elbows on the table and leaning forward. Everyone turns to him as he lowers his voice, and I realize that the board is using him as a spokesperson of sorts. If I want to convince the board not to sell to the government, Frank is the one I’ll have to convince first. "We’re talking about the U.S. government, not the Soviet Union. They’re not going to march us all into a gulag after we sell to them, and I’m pretty sure that they want to keep on running this company as capitalists."

  "How can you be so sure of that, Frank?" I tell him, slowly pushing my chair back and going up to my feet. I rest both my hands on the table and look around, meeting the eyes of all twelve members of the board. "It’s not the government that’s footing the bill, Frank. We’re talking about the taxpayers’ money. They don’t care how they spend it. And as soon as they have a say on how we should run this place, you can have my word that they’ll start replacing you all one by one."

  "That’s preposterous! Mr. Seymour Lee has assured me that --"

  "Oh, Mr. Lee has assured you? Have you been holding private meetings with the government, Frank?" His lips turn into a thin line of contempt, and I know I’ve hit a bulls-eye. Seymour has been making the rounds, trying to make my board side with the government. And I don’t like it, not one bit. If the government is willing to act in such a shady way right from the start, I shudder to think what their plans are going to be for Union Airlines.

  "Gentlemen, make no mistake about it," I continue, trying my best to hold their gaze and put some strength behind my words, "if we sell to the government, Union Airlines as we know it is doomed. And I, as its CEO, won’t let that happen. I don’t like the government’s methods, and I don’t like it that they’re willing to use the taxpayers’ money to fund an acquisition like this. You hired me to do this job because I’m the best at what I do. So all I ask is for you to trust me to do my job, so that we don’t end up on the wrong side of history."

  My words hang over the board like swords, silence filling the whole room. This is it; if they side against me now, my position as CEO is doomed and I’ll have no way of stopping them if they want to sell Union Airlines to the government.

  "I suppose we can wait some more time," Elliot finally says, breaking the silence. I take a deep br
eath, realizing that I was holding my breath, and offer him a thankful smile. I guess that the "wrong side of history" angle worked, at least on Elliot. Even though he isn’t as influential as Frank, I can carry the day with his support.

  I’m about to thank the board for their patience when a chorus of ringing phones drowns out my voice. Everyone around the table starts fishing their phones out of their pockets and briefcases, and I do the same, except my own phone isn’t ringing. Only theirs are.

  "Daphne, turn on the TV," Elliot tells me, a defeated look in his face. Whatever’s happening, it isn’t good. Without saying a word, I reach the remote sitting on the table right in front of me, and point it at one of the flat screens mounted on the wall.

  The moment the screen turns bright, my eyes are immediately drawn to the large headline under the news presenter.

  SEX SCANDAL ROCKS WALL STREET.

  Oh, fuck.

  MarketWatch Journal

  All the money news you can pay for…at your fingertips.

  Not Another Sex Scandal!

  Scandal rocked the heart of Wall Street today as two of the industry’s most powerful and venerable titans faced allegations of sexual impropriety in relation to Daphne Kane, the outspoken female CEO of Union Airlines.

  Sources close to all three persons of interest described a tense and grim atmosphere as salacious secrets that had been hidden from the public were leaked online through channels that are still attempting to be discerned.

  "What we see here is nothing short of the corruption that is endemic to capitalist societies," Mr. Seymour Lee, the chief spokesperson for the US Government’s efforts to acquire Union Airlines stated in press release. "When individuals become too wealthy, they often lose sight of what is decent. The allegations that were made today illustrate Daphne Kane as a woman who is unqualified to run one of the major corporations of this country. Her moral compass leaves much to be desired and the crass way she has seduced two giants of Wall Street tells me that the company she runs is better served by being placed in the hands of the government."