Blue Bunny

by Viva Gold

  “Pup,” Mateo addressed Nico. “Izzy is going to direct the scene. You will obey his instructions as you would mine. Do you understand?”

  “Yes, sir,” Nico replied.

  Mateo patted him on the head before mussing his hair. “Good boy.” And then, oh my God, Nico actually let out a soft, “Woof!” It was the cutest thing ever. He winked at me when he caught me staring, making me blush. We would be having a conversation at a later stage if he was ok to share. I really wanted to find out more about him being a puppy and whether he followed the lifestyle or just dipped in and out. I could never have imagined it.

  “Elvis,” Izzy boomed, making me jerk on Jonah’s lap. Jonah let out a strangled sound and I apologised profusely for crushing his balls.

  “SIR, YES, SIR,” I shouted back. Everyone winced. “Sorry,” I offered at a lower decibel.

  “Don’t be insolent, boy,” Izzy countered, although he had a slight upward turn to his lips. I don’t know why he found me amusing; I wasn’t trying to be. “If Jonah permits, I’d like you to come and stand here by the side of the bed.”

  “Pffft,” I responded, “if Jonah permits…” Izzy had a tendency to start sounding a touch Shakespearean when he was dominating the room, which was funny in itself, but the fact that he thought Jonah was the boss of me…

  Jonah squeezed my arm. “Just go with it, blue eyes. It’ll be fun.”

  The note of expectation in my husband’s tone was enough to melt my altruistic heart. I turned to give him a kiss before sliding off his lap and padding over to Izzy. I lifted up on my tiptoes and kissed the scary man’s cheek. Everyone chuckled at my brazen act of insolence, but I knew Izzy would never discipline me. I wasn’t his to punish.

  “Naughty boy,” he admonished, tutting loudly. “Listen to me carefully. I want you to go and sit on the pillow by Adam’s head.” I hopped onto the bed and positioned myself as instructed. Izzy then asked Nico to join us. My friend crawled to Izzy’ feet. Izzy lay a hand on Nico’s shoulder. “I have permission from Mateo to do with you as I please, is that clear?” Nico nodded. “Need your words, pup.”

  “Yes, sir,” Nico panted. I could see the suggestion was making his cock leak with anticipation.

  “Stand up and remove your underwear.” Nico complied with haste. “Now, bend over at the waist. Legs straight. Grip your ankles.”

  From my place at the top of the bed, I gaped in wonder as Izzy proceeded to prepare Nico to be fucked. Mateo gazed on from under heavy lids, his erection tenting his navy chinos obscenely. He undid his fly making a few adjustments. The man still managed to look stylishly elegant even as he began to languidly stroke his cock. Evidently, he preferred to be a voyeur rather than participate. The knowledge that he would be observing us turned me on.

  I looked over at Jonah. He was intensely focused on Izzy’s hand stretching Nico’s hole. The application of a generous dollop of lube created a lewd squelching sound. It all contributed to the heady, erotic atmosphere in the confines of our bedroom. The light was dim; a few scattered candles remained lit from hours before, infusing the air with the seductive aroma of bergamot and musk.

  “Oh God, sir, I’m ready, please,” Nico’s begging roused me from my haze. His face was screwed up with lust and he was panting loudly. Izzy removed his fingers from Nico’s body making the pup sag a little and whine. Izzy swatted his arse a few times turning his whines to yelps.

  “Get under Adam. I want you on all fours, like the puppy you are. Impale yourself on his cock, but don’t move. Either of you.” I watched as Nico got into position. Adam remained stock still at his master’s command while Nico grasped his cheeks and spread himself open. With immense precision, he wriggled back until the head of Adam’s cock nudged his hole. With a grunt, Adam thrust his hips forward. Nico gasped as Adam’s cock rammed into him. It took a little manoeuvring, but once Adam had bottomed out and Nico had caught his breath, they did their best to heed Izzy’s command to hold still.

  “Elvis.” Izzy caught my attention. “Slither down on your back so Nico can suck your cock while Adam is fucking him.” I started at the brashly constructed order, but scrambled exactly as directed. When Nico’s warm, wet mouth swallowed me down whole, I cried out loudly. Izzy hissed. “Jesus, Jonah, it’s a wonder you haven’t burst your ear drums, mate.”

  “He is a little loud,” Jonah agreed. I could hear the note of amusement in his voice. Nico chuckled around me. I fisted the sheets at the sheer, sweet agony of the vibrations teasing my shaft. He felt different to Jonah; not nearly as epic, yet it was still incredibly hot to have him sucking me.

  I had thought that Jonah, Izzy, and Mateo were also going to join us, but apparently not. They took their pleasure from watching their boys. Abruptly, Nico made a strangled noise. I tensed, slightly worried his teeth might make contact with my precious penis. I craned my neck to see what had triggered that reaction and noticed with glee that Adam had reached around Nico’s body and was now using his huge hand to jerk him off. Nico began to hum which sent delicious spasms straight to my cock. I was on edge. My balls felt high and tight.

  “Nico,” I warned. “Your mouth is fucking sinful…gahhh, gonna come!”

  Adam thrust harder. Nico sucked harder. I panted, trying to hold off, but my friends were too skilled. I arched my back as much as my position would allow, as a ripple of pleasure built into a tsunami of pure ecstasy. Nico gave one last swallow and I came hard down his throat. He froze, then shuddered as warm spurts of his semen landed on my legs.

  “Master…” Adam’s strained voice cut the ensuing silence. “May. I. Come. Please?”

  There was a pause before Izzy replied. “No, boy, save it for me.” A sob escaped Adam’s throat before he ceased fucking into Nico. I glanced down as he pulled out. He was so hard I was sure I could see his cock throbbing. His beautiful head hung down as he tried to regulate his breathing and gain control over his impending climax. It was incredible to watch his discipline. I was about to protest most vociferously on Adam’s behalf, when Nico clamped a hand over my mouth and shook his head. I narrowed my eyes at him, but he gave me a look that silenced me. How he knew what was about to happen, I have no idea, but Izzy took mercy on his boy. He undid his restraints peppering kisses across Adam’s shoulders before rubbing his wrists to get the blood flowing properly.

  “Ok?”

  “Yes, master,” Adam croaked back.

  “Sit up on your heels,” he commanded. “Hands behind your back. Keep looking at me.”

  Adam complied with a grace that belied his size. Izzy spat into his palm before taking Adam’s cock in hand and stroking him slowly to fruition. I gasped in awe as my friend trembled through his orgasm with Izzy’s name on his lips. He was truly magnificent in his submission.

  The room was hot. The smell of sex permeated the air, stronger even than the scented candles. Jonah broke the silence.

  “There are spare bedrooms ready for you both,” he nodded to Izzy and Mateo. “The bathrooms are fully stocked. Please be our guests and help yourselves to whatever you need. That includes the kitchen, pool, spa; whatever you desire.”

  Adam and Nico got off the bed and waited by their respective partners. Jonah continued.

  “Let’s have a rest and meet for a late supper around ten ish?” The others agreed and left us alone.

  I wriggled up the bed and lay there, legs spread invitingly. I lazily traced circles around my left nipple while chewing on my bottom lip seductively. Jonah crossed his beefy arms over his chest and regarded me through narrowed eyes.

  “If you think I’m going anywhere near you with Nico’s come crusting on your skin as we speak, you’re seriously deluded.”

  Romance, my friends, is dead in the Kent household. I huffed, shuffled off the bed and stormed into the bathroom where I had the quickest shower known to man. Rubbing myself dry in super quick time, I hand scraped my hair back off my face and returned to our bedroom. The first thing I noticed was the cool air circulating around my bare sk
in. Goosebumps erupted in response to the open windows, however, I did appreciate it smelling fresher. When I spotted Jonah, my heart stuttered and my dick twitched. He was lying on the bed in just his leather trousers. His hand hovered over the fly, teasing me with what lay beneath. My mouth watered accompanied by a surge of love so intense it made me dizzy. It had been fun playing with Nico and Adam, but my passion for Jonah was off the scale. He made me burn from the tips of my toes to the top of my head. Stretched out waiting for me like a predatory big cat, I couldn’t wait to get my hands on him.

  9

  JONAH

  Elvis emerged from the bathroom visibly damp and pink, smelling and looking as tempting as fuck. He taunted me from afar as the light silhouetted the sleek lines and dips of his body. He’d looked devastatingly wanton only minutes before having been sucked to oblivion by Nico, and now, for my eyes only, he was just as breathtakingly gorgeous.

  I loved to see Elvis dressed in his femme gear with a touch of make-up making his eyes and cheeks pop and plumping up his already cherubic lips. However, au naturel, he had a startling stripped bare beauty that made the hairs on my arms stand to attention. Along with my prick. Talking of which, it was now time to reward my naughty little minx with another little surprise.

  “Come over here, my love. I want to see those baby blues up close and personal.” As he padded over, I admired the way his half hard cock swung heavy over his balls. He really was delectable. He swayed his hips as he sashayed to the bed. I chuckled. He didn’t know it but he was about to be floored. I let my hands drop to my sides. “Undo my leathers,” I told him gruffly. He swallowed and with shaking fingers popped the button and drew down the zip. His brow furrowed. I had a penchant for going commando when donning my leather bike pants, but today I was wearing underwear.

  “Joe?” Elvis quizzed.

  “Take a closer look,” I urged. He dipped his head and squinted as he tugged at my trousers. I lifted my hips and he yanked them off of me.

  “Oh. My. God.”

  Elvis’s voice was an octave higher than normal as he gazed at my crotch. With a shaky hand, he tentatively reached out to brush his fingers over the delicate siren red lace of my briefs. I was aware that my raging hard on was distorting their shape in the obscenest of manners, however, it looked like this only entranced Elvis more. His eyes grew wide as he found the wet spot. I emitted a strangled sound that Elvis described as my sex noise. It was the only response I was capable of making such was his ability to render me useless to anything but my desire for him. His awed expression was pure bliss making me proud to be his lover.

  “Do you approve?” I whispered to Elvis. He lifted those baby blue eyes to mine and gifted me with a smile so wide, my heart fluttered.

  “Do I approve?” he gasped, lightly caressing my balls through the flimsy fabric. “Holy Mother of God; have you seen yourself?”

  I chuckled. “I take that as a yes, then.” I thrust my hips into his hand. Elvis groaned before lowering his mouth to my bulge and kissing me all over. I writhed in utter rapture. Using his teeth, he tugged the waistband of the panties under my balls and nuzzled my groin. He inhaled deeply. We both sighed. I was then treated to such an epically enthusiastic blow job, it blew my mind. I climaxed so hard, I nearly whited out. My cock throbbed in the tight heat of Elvis’s throat, until he let me go with a wet pop.

  Elvis sat up on his heels looking like the cat who got the cream. In a dirty move, he emptied the contents of his mouth into the palm of his hand, using my come as lube as he pulled on his own cock. I watched breathless as he stoked himself to orgasm, shuddering and juddering his jizz all over me. I grabbed him, hugging him close, caring not for the mess on my leathers or the sheets.

  “You’re incredible, Elvis. Thank you.”

  He snuggled into me. I felt his soft lips on my skin as he delivered cute little kisses to my throat and neck.

  “Lace suits you,” he purred. His hot breath fanned my face. If this was his reaction, then I would be wearing it a whole lot more often.

  We slept for an hour or so nearly tearing the skin for our bodies as we moved apart. Dried come was vicious. Elvis let out an ear-piercing shriek that had me tossing him over my shoulder and throwing him in the shower. He babbled nonsense as I lathered up and soaped him down before shoving him out of the cubicle leaving me to wash myself down for fear of provoking another round of sexy shenanigans, for which we had no time.

  We dressed hastily in comfortable jeans and t-shirts to go meet our friends for supper. Elvis and Nico commandeered the kitchen, ordering the rest of us to sit at the dining room table, open a bottle of wine, and wait for them to serve us our food. I wondered what they were cooking as delicious aromas wafted into the room. We all smiled as the sound of Elvis giggling, followed by stern reprimands from Nico, reached our ears.

  “Ready!” Elvis called from the kitchen. My stomach rumbled in anticipation.

  “Wow, that smells fantastic,” Adam gushed, as they entered the room, each brandishing a tray heaving with food. There was a huge pasta bake, garlic breads, salad, olives, a melted camembert, and a huge bowl of fat chips.

  “Oops; forgot the ketchup,” Elvis muttered as he placed the pasta bake in the middle of the table. “Serve yourselves while I go and get it. Anyone want anything else?”

  We all tucked in to the divine comfort food, devouring it like we hadn’t eaten for days. Mateo barked out a laugh. “This is like post-coital munchies!”

  Izzy snorted causing him to choke on a mouthful of chips. Adam slapped him hard on the back, while Elvis and I shared a knowing look, obviously recalling the night in New York when he’d been the victim of a wayward piece of steak. Luckily, my skills were not required, as Izzy was able to bravely swallow down his food. He smirked. “Advantage to being able to loosen your throat, I guess.” The rest of us burst out laughing. Izzy’s rude comment triggered us all to respond with our own lewd jokes. It was utter chaos and totally wonderful. I marvelled over the fact that Elvis and I had the best friends ever.

  “Guess what, everyone?” Elvis was bouncing in his seat. He didn’t wait for a reply. “This Easter at Kent Outlet Mall is going to be mega fab.”

  “Undoubtedly,” Nico remarked, drolly.

  “We have many brilliant plans for over the Bank Holiday weekend. Well, not Sunday because we’re closed for Jesus and all that. But then you have to come on the Monday for the party. And you have to dress up.”

  Adam clapped his hands excitedly. “What’s the theme?” We all turned our heads towards him in unison. “What?” Adam looked perplexed. “Did I say something wrong?”

  Elvis patted his friend on the shoulder in a mildly patronising manner. “It’s alright dear, you’re Jewish.” Adam frowned. “It’s Easter weekend, Ads,” Elvis continued. “The theme is bunnies, eggs, hot cross buns, spring…that sort of thing.”

  “Oh, I have a great outfit…” Adam was about to share when Izzy stopped him mid-flow.

  “It has to be kiddie friendly, sweetie, so, no.”

  Adam looked sad, but nodded in understanding.

  Elvis made sympathetic noises before explaining to the group what he had in store. “And Jonah has offered to…”

  “Don’t, Elvis. Don’t say it!” I was mortified. Had he not taken me seriously when I had adamantly insisted Bo Peep was not an option?

  “Show us his Hot. Cross. Buns!” He ended in peals of laughter, fully aware of how he tricked me and clearly delighted with his suggestive innuendo. It was cute and I laughed along with him.

  We finished our food; indulged in some Ben & Jerry’s ice cream followed by after dinner drinks. Izzy and I had a Southern comfort on ice each, while Adam requested an amaretto. Elvis had his usual salted caramel Baileys, while Mateo and Nico preferred a sweet dessert wine. It struck me how different we were as a group of men, yet our love for our partners and the relationships we cherished with them, were at heart, the same. I felt suffused in the glow of love and friendship; truly blessed.
And it was all down to my sassy, quiffed, blue-eyed Elvis. Berating myself for feeling ridiculously sentimental, I grabbed him and bade everyone a gruff goodnight.

  The following day we awoke to find our house-keeper had visited to tidy up the kitchen and stock up on brunch foods. Izzy and Adam left soon after we’d eaten, promising to visit on Easter, leaving Mateo and Nico to keep us company. We went for a long walk followed by an afternoon by the pool. I loved every minute spent with the closest people in my life, however, once they’d also departed, I was relieved that it was just me and Elvis.

  “Joe!” Elvis called from the den. He was watching Sky News. I hurried to him anxious at the note of worry in his tone.

  “What’s up, love?” I plopped down on the couch next to him. He reached forward and turned up the volume.

  “They’re saying there’s a virus that’s going to spread across the world. A bit like flu, but people can die from it?”

  I frowned. “Sounds like one of those dystopian TV series you love to watch.”

  “No, Jonah. Listen, it’s for real. It’s already bad in China and they say it’s going to affect us all. That we could be on lock-down in our own houses.”

  My heart skipped a beat in fear. We fell silent as we listened to the news, trying to absorb the prospect of a world-wide pandemic. It was inconceivable, to be honest. “Come here, baby.” I hauled Elvis onto my lap and he curled into me. “I can’t honestly see it reaching the UK, but I’ll have Nico do some research so we can prepare for any eventuality.” I felt Elvis relax a bit.

  “Thank you, Daddy. I feel safe with you.”

  My heart pounded with the weight of responsibility and dread. I sincerely hoped a lot of it was due to journalistic sensationalism. I couldn’t let myself believe that in 2020 something as banal as a virus would render us all house-bound.