Caught on Camera: Part Three

by Lily Harlem

  “Here, let me,” Bret said.

  A cool, lubed finger pressed on Reece’s hole. He trembled and sighed as the finger slipped in, high, higher still, to the knuckle.

  “Tight fit,” Bret said. “Gonna make this a whole heap of fun.”

  “We can work him open,” Cade said.

  Another finger was at Reece’s entrance, sliding around then easing in.

  “That’s it, all the way,” Bret said.

  “I am,” Cade responded.

  Reece groaned. Damn, they each had a finger inside him. How fucking sexy was that? He could just imagine the shots Jack would be getting.

  “How does he cope with his hot-spot being jacked from this angle?” Bret asked.

  “He loves it.”

  A throbbing, billowing feeling pulsed through Reece’s arse as both fingers penetrating him began to twist and move, searching over his inside wall.

  He panted out several long breaths. “Oh…oh…oh…”

  “Here,” Cade said. “Just here.”

  The pressure increased on his prostate. They’d found it.

  “Fuck,” Reece murmured, intensifying his grip on the bedpost. “That’s so good.”

  “Gonna get much better,” Bret said.

  His hole widened—another finger was being worked in. Reece forced himself to relax and take it. He didn’t know who the finger belonged to but he wanted it. The sharpness of his sphincter stretching combined with the force on his prostate was sublime.

  “Yeah, that’s good. That’s what your man wants,” Bret said.

  “He wants fucking,” Cade said. “He wants us to fuck him and I don’t know how long he’ll last.”

  “Oh, he’ll last okay.”

  “I don’t know if I will,” Reece said on a groan. The sensations in his arse were bliss and it was going straight to his cock.

  The fingers in Reece’s rectum shifted and his hole tightened. He was left with a much smaller penetration.

  He moaned in complaint. It had been so good.

  “Easy now,” Bret said. “I’m right where you need me.”

  Reece opened his eyes. Cade was next to him, clothed.

  “How are you doing, Timothy?” he asked. “Feeling like our plaything yet?”

  “Yes, yes…” Reece managed.

  Cade smiled, gripped Reece’s hair and pulled his head up, he then drew him close for a kiss.

  Reece groaned into his mouth. Cade tasted of minty toothpaste, like Bret, but beneath that was a flavor he’d come to adore and associate with sex. Cade’s kiss was the best.

  “Ahh…” Reece opened his mouth and panted into Cade’s mouth. Bret had added another couple of fingers to his arse and thrust them as deep as they could go.

  “You look amazing,” Bret said, “taking my fingers. I can’t wait to see you take my cock.”

  Reece hoped he’d last that long.

  “I’m going to suck your cock while he does that to you, okay?” Cade said.

  “Yes. Yes, okay,” Reece said, wondering where the hell he’d find the stamina to cope with that. He really should have jerked a quick one out this morning so he wasn’t so ready to spurt.

  Cade pressed his lips to Reece’s again, hard, then sank to the floor beneath him.

  Reece had sweat popping on his body, and his back and hips were moving a little, in time with Bret slowly fucking him with his fingers.

  “Oh, it’s so good,” he moaned, watching Cade folding down and reaching for his cock. “So fucking good.” He grunted as Cade took him deep into his mouth. The intensity increased as he slid to the back of Cade’s throat. How much more could he take?

  “You can come if you need to. This is your fantasy,” Bret said.

  Reece had no idea how the man could remember his lines in this kind of situation. He sure as hell couldn’t. But the truth was, he didn’t want to come yet. He knew there was still more to do for the scene and he didn’t want to be the one to ruin the take.

  “No, no, not yet. I want cock when I come,” he gasped.

  “Of course you do, and you’re going to get it soon.”

  “Now.”

  But Reece didn’t get it. Cade circled his root with his thumb and finger and continued to suck on Reece. Bret slid in and out of his arse, each time he hit full depth, he stimulated Reece’s prostate—wicked little taps with his fingertips that drove Reece wild and had him moaning with each one.

  If the camera was catching even half of the action, he knew it was going to be one hot porn movie.

  “Please,” he begged. “Oh, please.” He was so close to coming. Too close, it was so good. He knew Cade would be able to taste his pre-cum—it was seeping from him.

  Cade pulled back and released his cock.

  Reece groaned in disappointment and relief.

  “I think it’s time,” Cade said, “to really fuck him.”

  Chapter Sixteen

  “I couldn’t agree more.” Bret pulled his fingers from Reece.

  Again Reece moaned.

  “Come here,” Cade said, reaching for Reece and helping him stand straight.

  His arse was quivering, and his cock, wet with saliva, surged forward.

  Cade smiled at him and there was affection in his eyes. “Deep breath,” he said. “Remember this is all for you, Timothy. Your treat.”

  “You’re enjoying it, too, though?” Reece said, a snippet from the script coming back to him.

  “Yeah, of course, if I’m with you and you’re naked, I always enjoy myself,” Cade said.

  “So does that mean I don’t get to play with you?” Bret asked, resting his hand on Cade’s shoulder.

  “Well I didn’t say that,” Cade said, feigning surprise. “I just thought…”

  “You just thought that because you hired me to make your boyfriend’s fantasies come true, that I wouldn’t do you as well.”

  Cade smiled. “Well, yes…”

  “I’m here to make everyone’s fantasies come true,” Bret said, stepping in closer.

  Jack shifted the camera.

  “And today we’re playing at threesomes, which means everyone gets to fuck or be fucked.”

  “Everyone?” Cade asked.

  “Oh, yeah. Everyone.” Bret leaned in and kissed Cade. It was an urgent, hungry kiss and both men locked together.

  Reece’s cock had a fresh wave of arousal. Seeing Cade kiss big, handsome Bret was off-the-scale sexy. He couldn’t wait to see them fucking.

  “So let’s all get naked, shall we?” Bret asked. “And get fucking.”

  “I’ll go along with that,” Cade said, pulling back and shucking off his shirt. He then dragged off his jeans, kicked them aside and fisted his cock.

  Jack appeared to zoom in on Cade.

  Reece rested against the bed frame and watched as Cade played for the camera. He pulled his hand to the tip of his cock, making his glans bulge and darken. He then eased down and gripped the root. “Ah, yeah, I’m so ready for it,” he said in a breathy voice.

  “We can see that,” Bret said.

  Jack moved back to his seat, his face never lifting from the camera.

  “So who is going to free my dick?” Bret asked.

  “I will,” Reece said, stepping forward. This was part of the script. Reece also had to show great admiration for Grayson’s enormous manhood.

  He got down on his knees and was aware of Jack zooming in as he worked Bret’s buttons.

  “You’ve got me so hard for you,” Bret said, “sweet English boy with a sexy ass.”

  “Let me see,” Reece said. His heart was pounding and his stomach tense. The anticipation of seeing, touching, feeling Bret’s dick was huge.

  “Oh, yeah, get me out. That’s it,” Bret said, jutting his hips forward as Reece popped the last button.

  The jeans undid low, low enough for Bret’s entire cock to spring out.

  “Fuck me,” Reece said. “You’re hung like a donkey.” They were the scripted lines, but cheesy as they were, they
were also true.

  Bret’s dick was seriously long, but it was the girth that made it doubly impressive.

  Reece wrapped his hand around it. Curious to make sure his fingertips would actually touch—they did, just.

  Bret chuckled. “Donkey, eh? I’ve been called many things but that’s a new one.”

  “It’s true.” Reece slid his hand to the tip then to the root.

  Bret stopped chuckling and blew out a breath. “Fuck, that’s nice. I can’t wait to have more of you.”

  “So have more,” Cade said, moving over to him. “Take him where you want to go.”

  “I intend to,” Bret said, reaching out and curling his hand around Cade’s neck. “And you, too.” He pulled him in for a kiss.

  Reece watched them for a moment then swiped his tongue over the end of Bret’s cock. He tasted musky and hot—raw male.

  Bret moaned above him. Reece recalled his next move, but even if he hadn’t, it wouldn’t have mattered. He just did what felt right in the moment. He opened wide and took Bret deep into his mouth. There was no way he could take him all, and his gag reflex complained when just half his shaft was in. But still he sucked and tugged with his tongue, as his hand worked his base.

  Bret wound his fingers into Reece’s hair and looked down at him.

  Reece’s eyes were watering but he stared upwards. Both men were studying him closely.

  Jack had come to sit by his side, camera aimed at his mouth around Bret’s cock.

  “He sucks good, doesn’t he?” Cade said, directing the tip of his cock toward Reece’s face. The veins on the back of his hands stood out the way the veins on his dick did.

  “Yeah, he does,” Bret said.

  Reece reached for Cade’s dick. He smoothed his hand base to tip as he sank deep onto Bret again.

  “Hot,” Cade said. “So fucking hot.”

  Reece let Bret pop from his mouth. He squeezed his shaft as he took Cade’s dick between his lips then slid down. Oh, yes, he loved Cade’s thick shaft—it was familiar and sensual.

  But damn, he liked Bret’s huge cock, too.

  His breaths quickened as he sucked on Cade. He swapped again, sinking deep on Bret. Both men had their hands in his hair, holding him, encouraging him.

  Reece’s cock touched his abdomen, leaving a tacky smear of pre-cum. It was so hot sucking off two guys at once. He could almost orgasm just from giving head.

  As he drove down on Cade again, Bret ran the head of his cock over Reece’s face. It was wet and warm and left a tickling trail of moisture.

  Reece wished he could fit them both in his mouth at once.

  On and on, he took each cock in turn. Cade was gasping above him, clearly enjoying the show and the sensations.

  Bret grunted a few times when Reece took him as low as he could.

  All the time Jack hovered with the camera.

  Reece was sure his face would be flushed and red. He could feel saliva on his chin and knew he had a smear of pre-cum on his cheek.

  “Oh, God, let’s fuck,” Cade said, his words tumbling. “Let’s fuck him now.”

  “Yeah, I can live with that,” Bret said. He released Reece’s hair and pulled from his mouth. “Stand up, Timothy. We want you on the bed.” He began to pull his clothes off.

  Reece stood, again feeling a little dizzy. He pulled in oxygen and looked into Cade’s eyes.

  Cade’s lids were heavy and his mouth slightly parted.

  Reece knew he’d taken him near to the edge with that blow job. Being in a threesome clearly worked for Cade. He didn’t need to act.

  Reece leaned in for a kiss. He knew he would taste of cock.

  Cade obviously didn’t mind. He swept his tongue into Reece’s mouth and pulled him close.

  Their dicks came into alignment, rubbing against each other.

  Cade reached round and grabbed Reece’s arse. He pulled him closer still.

  “Hey, English boys. Come get on here with me and let me show you how cowboys fuck.”

  Reece pulled back and looked at Bret. He was sat in the middle of the plus-sized bed, rolling on a condom. He’d put his soft suede chaps back on and his Stetson. He looked every inch the porno cowboy.

  A tremble wound up Reece’s spine. Fuck, this was it.

  Cade tugged his hand. “Come on, Timothy. Let’s get you on board.”

  “On?”

  “Yeah,” Bret said, still sitting but resting back with his arms braced straight behind himself. “Come sit on my cock.”

  Reece swallowed. He was going to take that big shaft up his arse. What was more, he was just going to sit on it.

  He crawled over Bret on his hands and knees, aware of the camera coming closer as he faced the end of the bed and away from Bret.

  Cade climbed on next to him and held Bret’s cock upright.

  “Sit down. You’re well lubed,” Cade said.

  Reece shifted and felt Cade angle Bret’s cock at his hole.

  “That’s it,” Cade said. “That’s it. Slowly now.”

  Jack was close. The bed dipped as he leaned on it to get the lens right where the action was.

  Reece groaned, long and loud for dramatic effect then sank down an inch.

  “Oh, yeah, take me all. Take more,” Bret said, wrapping one hand around Reece’s hip. “Sit on my big fucking cock.”

  “Yeah, sit on the cowboy,” Cade said, excitement in his voice.

  Reece had no idea if those lines were in the script or not, but he was past caring.

  Cade was next to him now, holding his torso close to his.

  Reece was glad of the support and clung to him as he sank lower.

  “It’s so much,” Reece gasped.

  Bret’s shaft stretched him so wide. The burn, the sting… It was exquisite. Damn, he’d never felt so full.

  The air left his body as his buttocks pressed against Bret’s pubic hair. He’d taken Bret’s entire huge shaft. His insides were throbbing with the pressure and the intense filling sensation.

  Cade was kissing him, holding his cheek and murmuring, “Good boy, that’s it, good boy.”

  “Fuck, he’s done it,” Bret said.

  Reece’s head was spinning, a sudden urgency for more blasted over him. He lifted.

  Jack moved back to his seat. Camera still poised.

  Bret grabbed his other hip and bent his knees to anchor himself. “Pull up and sit down again, fuck for fuck’s sake,” Bret gasped.

  Reece rose a little then sat back down. The mattress bounced as his arse filled with the hard wedge of dense flesh.

  “Oh, God, yeah…” Reece gasped. “That’s it.”

  Cade released him and stood on the bed. “Open up,” he said. “Take me, too.”

  Reece obediently did as Cade had asked.

  Cade quickly slid his cock to the back of his throat.

  Bret shunted his hips upwards and thrust to full depth.

  A wail of delight broke from Reece and vibrated through Cade’s shaft.

  Cade moaned, gripped Reece’s hair and fucked his mouth with the same frantic enthusiasm as Bret was fucking his arse.

  The scent of sex and sweat swirled around. Reece’s nerves were on fire and the pressure building in his arse was amazing.

  He gripped his cock and jerked it hard, taking himself to orgasm. He needed it and it was time. The script gave him permission to come now.

  And it was just as well, a few more deep penetrations that hit his prostate just right and it was there.

  He couldn’t warn the two men who were taking him to paradise. His mouth was full, but he shook and trembled, his arse spasmed around Bret and he gasped around Cade.

  Cum left his cock in a wonderful energy of release. He yanked himself furiously, violently, as Cade pulled out and watched him orgasm.

  “Yeah, that’s it,” Cade said. “That’s it. Keep going.”

  Reece squeezed his eyes shut and groaned. His prostate was getting such a pounding. Bret’s shaft was shunting into it over and
over.

  More cum burst from him and he was lost in the slick, mindless magic of coming.

  Cade held him, cupped his jaw and kissed his cheek. “I’ve got you.”

  “Ah…ah…ah…” Reece said, remembering to breathe as his pleasure settled then receded. “It’s…so good.”

  “It is,” Bret said, shifting beneath him. “Too damn good and I want some of that in me.” He urged Reece up.

  Reece lifted off him, his heart was thumping and his limbs exhausted. He had no idea what was next in the script. His brain was as fucked as his arse. And damn, his arse felt good. It was all quivery and hot now that Bret was out. His balls were tight and his cock finally had some relief.

  “Do me,” Bret said fiercely to Cade. “Now.”

  Cade reached for a condom.

  Reece watched, his eyes struggling to focus. Oh, yeah, this was the next bit of the script.

  Jack was up again, recording the action.

  Bret got onto his hands and knees facing the top of the bed with his arse presented to Cade.

  Reece rubbed his hand over Bret’s taut buttocks. He had a tattoo, in the small of his back—Ride Me.

  “That’s what you want, cowboy?” Cade asked, rolling on a condom. “A good riding?”

  “Fuck yeah,” Bret said, pulling his left buttock so that his hole was exposed. “Lube me up and ride me.”

  Damn, Reece could feel himself hardening again. He grabbed the lube and coated his fingers. As Cade secured the condom, Reece rubbed Bret’s hole, dipping into the center and giving Jack a good view for the camera.

  Bret gasped and hung his head. He was playing with his cock.

  Reece slid in, deeper, to so his entire index finger was in the cowboy’s arse. It was clear Bret wanted more though. He was gagging for it. Reece had no idea if Bret was still aware they were being filmed, that they were acting. But none of that seemed to matter anymore. They were just fucking each other stupid.

  “Ah, yeah, let me at it,” Cade said, lining his cock up at Bret’s hole.