No Shame

by Nora Phoenix

  “No,” Charlie said. “On the contrary.”

  He gave Brad one last kiss, before sitting up. “I wanna watch you fuck him and come,” he told Miles. Brad looked at them as they shared a quick kiss. “And when you’ve flooded his ass, I’m gonna add my load. Our Brad deserves a treat today since he’s been such a good boy.”

  Miles grinned. “Damn, I like the sound of that.”

  So did Brad. He bowed his head again as Miles thrust back in with a content moan. Brad spread his hips wider, giving him full access. Miles fingers dug hard into his hips, probably resulting in bruises. Tears formed in Brad’s eyes, but they had nothing to do with his ass being pounded, or the rough hands on his body. How had he gotten so lucky to find these two men? And more importantly, how the hell did he make sure to not fuck this up?

  “Ohhhh!” Miles grunted as he came. He gave a few last strokes, his cock softening, before pulling out.

  The cum was dripping out of Brad’s ass when Charlie took over, thrusting inside with one deep push. Brad moaned, and his cock hardened.

  “You’re such a perfect little boy slut, you know that?” Charlie praised him. “Your mouth is heaven, and you’re the best cock sucker I’ve ever met, but baby, your ass… Mmmm… It’s dripping with Miles’ load, and you’re all hot and wet around my dick. You take cock so well, baby.”

  The words danced over Brad’s skin. Charlie knew how to play him like nobody else, and fuck, he loved it. His cock did, too, standing fully erect now.

  “Brad was right. You are beautiful, Charlie. And you fuck our boy so well.” Miles’ voice was hoarse.

  Brad couldn’t see them with his head buried in the mattress, but the slurping sounds told them they were kissing. Charlie’s moves were a little uncoordinated, distracted by the kiss.

  “He deserves it,” Charlie said, breathless. “He deserves to be fucked long and hard and deep, don’t you, baby?” He rammed in extra hard for good measure.

  Brad whimpered. The pressure in his ball was getting unbearable. His hand sneaked between his legs before he remembered. He didn’t want to disobey Miles. Not today. Not when he had been so perfect.

  “Can I please come, Miles?”

  Miles didn’t answer immediately, but lowered himself on the bed, his face a mere inch away from Brad’s. “How does he feel inside you?”

  Brad thrashed his head, desperate for friction on his cock. “I wanna come so bad. Please, Miles.”

  “Tell me how you feel, baby.”

  “Dirty. Used. So fucking perfect. He’s fucking your cum out of my ass, and…please, I need it.”

  Miles’ head moved, and before Brad realized it, his mouth was around Brad’s cock, taking him in.

  “Oh, fuck!” He exploded in Miles’ mouth within seconds, as his ball emptied with a force that sent powerful tremors through his entire body, leaving him shaking.

  Behind him, Charlie came with a roar, overflowing his hole with more cum. Brad barely had the strength to wait till he pulled out, but Miles steadied him, then pulled his limp body on top of his as Brad collapsed. Charlie joined them, and they were a sticky mess of sweaty, satisfied men.

  Brad’s head rested on Miles’ shoulder. Miles’ hands were roaming his body, petting him everywhere. Charlie’s head moved closer, until his head was next to Brad’s, their breaths mingling.

  “I love you,” Charlie whispered, kissing his nose, then his mouth. A soft kiss, sweet.

  Brad sighed. “I love you, too.”

  Every time he said the words, they became a little easier, a little less scary. Still, he couldn’t say them to Miles. He felt them, but they were still too scary, too big with him.

  “You’ve been such a good boy today, Brad. I’m proud of you,” Miles said.

  His hands were still caressing Brad everywhere, a sensation he’d never experienced before. Cold, hard fucking, he knew. This tender care, this was completely new. It did indescribable things to Brad’s heart.

  “If you’re this good tomorrow, Charlie and I have something special planned for you.”

  “I’ll be good. I promise.”

  For the first time, he didn’t care about being too eager. They knew he wanted whatever they had planned, no need to pretend he didn’t.

  “You’d better be, because bratty boys don’t get double-stuffed.”

  He gasped, his eyes finding Charlie’s, who was grinning. “You want both our cocks in your hole, baby?” Charlie asked.

  Talk about a stupid question. He held back the eye roll and the snarky comment, though. Fuck, no, he was not risking losing this privilege. “Yes, please,” he said sweetly.

  Miles chuckled. “Good reaction, smart ass.”

  “Full ass,” Brad quipped. “Really, really full ass.”

  He shivered with anticipation, his cock reacting with fervor.

  “Your ass is not the only one that’s gonna get filled,” Charlie said. His hand found Miles’ and they linked hands on top of Brad’s back. “Miles is desperate for some cock as well, and I’m happy to oblige.”

  The mental picture of Charlie fucking Miles was incredibly arousing. Fuck, he loved it when his two men got all sexy with each other. So far, it had been just kissing and the occasional hand job, but nothing more. Brad wanted them to be together, as much as he was with each of them. Maybe Charlie could fuck Miles, while he was inside Brad…Oh, fuck, yes.

  Miles laughed, as his hand traveled to Brad’s hard dick. “Someone is liking that idea. He’s hard again, Charlie.”

  Brad moaned. Miles’s thumb was spreading precum around his crown, teasing him.

  “What do you say, Miles? Does our beautiful boy deserve another round?” Charlie asked. He unlinked from Miles’ hand, slipped two fingers inside Brad’s ass with ease.

  Brad’s hips bucked, his cock seeking friction against Miles’ hand. Suddenly, Miles lifted him, repositioned him so their cocks were meshed together.

  “He does, love. Fill that insatiable hole with your gorgeous cock.”

  Within seconds, Charlie had taken position on top of Brad’s back, spreading his legs and sinking his cock inside. Miles’ hand circled around both their cocks, slick enough to create a delicious friction. Because of their position, Charlie couldn’t sink in as deep as before, but he was thrusting in with a delicious, steady rhythm that had Brad’s insides squirm with pleasure.

  “Love this,” Brad mumbled, his body going on overload from all the sensations.

  Charlie gently bit his neck, giving him goosebumps. Then Charlie’s mouth found Miles, and they were kissing each other right next to Brad’s ear. Sloppy, wet, slurping kisses. He turned his head, wanted in, and then three mouths met. It was completely uncoordinated and their noses and jaws bumped a few times, but it was the most perfect kiss ever. At some point, both their tongues were in his mouths, and he sucked and licked and teased and drooled, and it was so damn good.

  Miles was jacking them off with tight pressure, and Charlie was fucking him in a delicious rhythm, and their tongues were everywhere, and… He bucked, thrashed, then flat-out screamed as he came again.

  Miles held him, whispering words that didn’t really register cuddling him, stroking his back and head and chest. Charlie fired off a furious round of thrusts, before he deposited another load of fluids inside Brad. He collapsed on the bed next to them, panting hard.

  Brad was completely limp, spent, a boneless mass on top of Miles. God, everything hurt. His jaw ached from the blow jobs he’d given Miles, and the weird angles of the three-way kissing. His ass was fucked raw, burning and stinging. His cock was tender, not used to coming twice, and his ball throbbed.

  When Miles’ hand caressed his ass, he protested, “Enough.”

  The chest underneath his ear rumbled with a soft laugh. “I didn’t know it was possible. Charlie, love, we’ve managed to fuck the life out of Brad.”

  Charlie let out a deep sigh. “Not just him. Fucking hell, I’m spent. I need a shower. Desperately.”

  “Why do
n’t you use the bathroom here? I’ll take care of Brad.”

  Brad couldn’t even be bothered to open his eyes, let alone lift his head when Charlie and Miles shared a quick kiss. Charlie pecked him on his cheek. “Thanks, babe.”

  He merely hmm’d in response, too tired to use words. If he could’ve crawled closer to Miles, he would have, but he was already sprawled on top of the man as it was. His big hands were still gently caressing him, and there was a peace between them that hadn’t been there before.

  He wasn’t sure how long they’d laid like that, before he finally spoke. “Do you like being my daddy?” He wasn’t sure how to phrase it, but hopefully Miles would understand.

  “I do, sweetheart. Very much.”

  “Was it something you’d been looking for?”

  “No, it wasn’t, which makes it all the more special to me. To be honest, I didn’t think I would ever find what I needed.”

  “What did you need?”

  Miles kissed his head. “It’s easy to blame Casey for what went wrong between him and me, but it wouldn’t be fair. My condition, it makes me needy, sexually speaking, and that wasn’t his fault. I wanted someone who would satisfy me—and I didn’t realize till later how impossible that desire was. I can’t be satisfied. I’ll never be satisfied, at least not physically. Casey was a willing bottom, and he did the best he could, but we didn’t match emotionally. He was too pliant, too easy in a sense.”

  “Well, there’s one problem you’ll never have with me,” Brad quipped.

  “No. And I see that as a good thing. You challenge me, and I need that. As much as I hate your pain and hang ups, I love that you make me work for it. Loving you is hard work, Brad, but it’s deeply fulfilling.”

  Brad’s heart stumbled, fell. “L-l-l-loving me?”

  Miles rolled them on their sides, cupped Brad’s cheek as their eyes met. “Yes, loving you. I love you, sweetheart.”

  Miles eyes shone with the truth of his words. “I’m scared,” Brad whispered.

  “I know you are, and I understand. I’m a patient man, my love, so take your time.”

  Brad swallowed. “What about Charlie?”

  “Hmm, it’s complicated, isn’t it? The two of you have something precious, anyone can see that. I wouldn’t dare to come between you, but neither am I content to be on the sidelines, or merely involved with you. Charlie and I need to take it slow, but I love what we’re building, don’t you?”

  Brad thought of the news Charlie had told him, about Miles being cleared for desk duty. It had been on the back of his mind all day. “Would the FBI be okay with you being involved with two men?”

  Miles brushed his bottom lip with his thumb. “What’s really bothering you, sweetheart?”

  Miles’ eyes wouldn’t let him go, and he found the strength there to come clean. “Will you go back to DC? Leave us?”

  “I should spank the shit out of your ass for even asking me that. No, Brad, I’m not leaving you and Charlie.”

  “Please, don’t be mad at me. Charlie said you were cleared for desk duty.”

  “Oh, Brad, how can you think I would leave you two? I told you I love you minutes ago. I’m not mad, sweetheart. I know this is hard for you. I’d planned to talk to you two tomorrow, okay? We’ll have a nice, adult conversation about where to go from here. But no, I’m not going back to my job.”

  Brad let out a sigh. “You can punish me if it makes you feel better,” he offered.

  “That’s a bit of a grey area, isn’t it? It’s not supposed to make me feel better. It’s supposed to help you. Would you feel better if I spanked you for not trusting me to take care of you?”

  Brad considered it. He felt like crap for not trusting Miles, especially after the man had declared his love for him. Rationally, he could explain and understand his own distrust, but emotionally, he felt like shit for it. “Yeah, I think it would make me feel better. Easier to forgive myself.”

  Charlie stepped into the room, waves of his body wash rolling over Brad. Charlie smelled like spring, whereas the two of them still stank of sex and cum.

  “Charlie, love, I need you here for a few minutes because Brad needs a spanking, and I prefer to do that in your presence.”

  Charlie raised his eyebrows as he put on pink boxers. “What did he do?”

  “Not trust me to keep my promise that I would take care of him. And you. I’m not leaving for DC, Charlie. We’ll talk more about this tomorrow, but I’m quitting my job.”

  Charlie nodded. “I figured,” he said simply.

  Brad scoffed. “It’s so fucking easy for him, being Mr. Sunshine.”

  “Brad,” Miles warned, his tone suddenly a lot stricter. “Don’t fault Charlie for doing what you should have done in the first place, or I’ll double your punishment.”

  Anger rose up in Brad. Charlie hadn’t sounded so confident that morning, when he and Brad has discussed Miles leaving. Now all of a sudden he got brownie points for saying he figured Miles would stay? Not fucking fair.

  He rolled away from Miles, sat up. If he acted out now, Miles would not only make good on his promise to double his punishment, but he’d lose his reward tomorrow as well. Fuck, it was like being punished three times for the same stupid shit. He’d better take it, though. He was not losing his reward. Besides, he had a pretty damn perfect day, and he was not fucking up his evening.

  He got off the bed. “Let’s get this over with,” he said, fighting hard to keep his tone acceptable.

  Miles studied him for a few seconds, then nodded. “Okay.”

  He took position on the edge of the bed, and Brad lowered himself over his knee. He’d fucking take whatever Miles wanted to dish out, and that was it. Miles wasted little time in prep, had a solid rhythm going within seconds. Brad clenched his teeth, determined not to show anything. He asked for this himself, fucking idiot that he was, so he’d damn well take it like a man.

  Miles never stopped, handing out the twenty-five slaps in rapid succession till Brad’s butt stung like a motherfucker. His eyes were bursting at the seams with tears, but he fought them back.

  Miles set him on his feet. “We good?” he asked.

  “Yeah. I’m gonna take a shower,” Brad said. He didn’t wait for Miles’ reaction, walked straight into the bathroom, closed it softly behind him. The tears didn’t come until he the hot jets hit his tender ass.

  19

  Josh grinned as Miles pretty much dragged Brad into the bedroom, calling for Charlie to join them. Seconds later, Charlie came rushing out of the guest bedroom, a broad smile on his face. “See you later, Aaron,” he called out over his shoulder before disappearing into Miles’ room.

  Aaron came walking into the kitchen with a broad smile. “I think Charlie will be…otherwise engaged for a bit,” he said.

  “I think that’s a safe bet,” Connor affirmed dryly.

  Josh studied his brother. Aaron was wearing shades of purple eyeshadow, ranging from very light to dark purple, and it accentuated his eyes in a stunning way, especially with the thick layer of mascara he seemed to be wearing. “That’s a beautiful color on you,” he said.

  Aaron looked at his shirt. “This?”

  “No, your eyes. Did Charlie do that?”

  Aaron blushed. “No, I did, but with his instructions. You like it?”

  Josh stepped closer, gently held Aaron’s chin to study him from all angles. “It’s gorgeous, really brings out your eyes.”

  Aaron’s face lit up like a Christmas tree, and it made Josh realize how much his brother needed affirmations like this. “Thank you.”

  “How have you been?”

  “I have a job interview Tuesday,” Aaron said, still beaming.

  “That’s awesome. What kind of job?”

  “Policy Director with a small non-profit that wants to become more effective in lobbying on state level on behalf of LGBTQ youth. It’s part time for now, but with the potential for more, and it’s the kind of thing I would love to do. I fit all of thei
r requirements, and they called me back immediately after I applied to schedule an interview, so I hope that means I stand a good chance of getting the job.”

  Aaron’s face was animated as he talked, his gestured signaling how enthusiastic he was about this opportunity. “That sounds like a perfect fit with your skills and passions,” Josh said. He spontaneously hugged his brother, receiving a tight embrace in return.

  They stood smiling at each other as the unmistakable sounds of fucking drifted in from Miles’ room. At first, their smiles widened, but then Josh cleared his throat. “Anyway, yeah, erm…”

  “I gotta go,” Aaron said. “Blake should be home from teaching, and I wanna… Yeah. I’m leaving.”

  Josh didn’t hug him again, merely waved as Aaron pretty much dashed out the door. Fucking hell, Miles and his men were going at it. Not that he or anyone else had any rights to complain, because fuck knew they made noise when they had fun, but it made him horny as hell. It was a good thing he was wearing his cock cage, otherwise he would have been leaking by now.

  He turned around to find Noah rearranging himself, while Indy grinned, his cheeks flushed. “Sounds like they’re enjoying themselves,” he remarked. “This could be a while, too, what with Miles’ stamina and all.”

  “Okay, that’s it,” Connor growled. He reached for Josh’s wrist and grabbed it, pulling him close, then yanked his pants down.

  A wave of exhilaration rode through Josh. Holy fuck, Connor was gonna fuck him right here, right now, with Noah and Indy watching. It was the first time that he’d been this brazen, this intentional.

  “Hand me the lube,” Connor told Noah, who was closest to the kitchen counter where they always kept a bottle handy. Noah’s face split open in a wide grin as he fulfilled Connor’s request. “You’re gonna let us watch, big guy?”

  “I don’t give a flying fuck what you do, but I’m damn horny, so I’m gonna fuck Josh until I’m satisfied… Feel free to watch, Flint. You may learn a thing or two.”

  Connor had truly found freedom. What a change it was in comparison to the insecure man Josh had met. He couldn’t be happier for him, for them.