by Jools Louise
“Sausage for breakfast?” he asked, giggling again, and Zane opened wide, groaning as the little guy straddle his chest, then fed his slim cock to Zane. Humming in pleasure, Zane clasped his hands around Ernest, gripping his hips, shunting him back and forth, inviting him to fuck his mouth.
Ernest gave a low snarl of arousal and accepted, his hips moving with short, shallow thrusts, fucking Zane with ferocious zeal. Zane took it all with avid greed, hollowing his cheeks and holding on for the ride. Luther was between his legs, sucking at his balls, his slim fingers making teasing forays between his legs, tracing the shadowy crease that led to the mother lode. Lifting up slightly, Zane gave his little mate better access, yelping when two fingers suddenly punched inside his aching hole.
“Lube,” he pleaded around Ernest’s fast-moving dick, then sighed with relief when Luther complied, smearing the thick gel liberally on fingers and hole.
The sigh turned into a deep-throated growl, as Luther suddenly sank his cock balls deep into Zane’s ass. Zane’s eyes closed, and he realized he’d just unleashed a couple of miniature sex maniacs. Apparently, these two recent virgins had a lot of abstinence to make up for.
Within moments, Ernest was spewing thick cream into Zane’s willing mouth. Luther spurted a second later, and then the trio moved again, with Ernest on the bottom, Zane fucking his succulent ass and Luther sinking his cock once more into Zane’s. This act was slower, the urgency gone, and the three kissed and caressed each other languidly as they fucked. Zane placed a finger alongside his cock, stretching Ernest’s gorgeous hole even wider. He wanted to see how much Ernest could take. From the helpless groans of pleasure, Ernest was all for trying.
Before they could come again, Zane lay on his back again, Ernest on top and impaled by Zane’s thick dick. Luther pushed his mate forward, so Ernest lay practically flat along Zane’s body. Zane kissed Ernest tenderly, his fingers helping Luther stretch their sexy lover wide, and then Zane felt Ernest groan, Luther’s cock replacing their fingers.
Zane gasped aloud, tensing as he felt the indescribable pleasure of Luther’s cock sliding against his inside the little ocelot shifter. He’d never double-fucked anyone before, had never wanted to be that intimate with anybody else…except his mates. The exquisite tightness of Ernest’s hole enveloped both cocks, sucking it in with flattering eagerness. Ernest’s long groans of ecstasy proved he was enjoying every bit of the experience.
“Are you okay, baby?” Zane gasped, hearing the whimper of delight for answer.
“So good,” Ernest sighed, eyes closed, his body covered in sweat. “I wonder if I could take all three of you,” he said, then cried out as Luther bottomed out with a sharp snap of his hips.
“Oh, fuck, can you imagine having Cooper’s cock in here, too?” Luther growled, his sharp fangs nipping Zane’s shoulder. Then he began to move, slowly and carefully, as Ernest relaxed, his hole quivering at the double-wide meat inside. “That guy is big, baby. He’d split you in half.” He moved a little faster, all three of them crying out in pleasure as their pleasure pulsed through them.
“Yeah, but what a way to go,” Ernest giggled, then gave a loud scream as Zane moved as well. Alternately fucking in and out, Zane fucking up when Luther withdrew, the pair soon had a rhythm going, their balls colliding as they thrust over and over. Ernest was wailing now, pleading for them to go faster, to fuck him harder, and eager to oblige, they were soon pounding into his willing hole like jackhammers. Ernest bounced under them with each hard, driving stroke. His pale eyes and hair glittered on the pillow, his damp body flushed with passion, his muscles clenching as they pleasured him over and over. Zane grabbed his cock, fisting the engorged rod as fucked up into Ernest before giving a loud roar of pleasure, screaming as he spurted deep into Ernest’s tight hole. Luther grunted and then followed suit, his fingers tight on Zane’s hips and Ernest’s raised thigh.
Ernest screamed again, shuddering and crying, his body arching, convulsing under his lovers, before he went limp, passing out from the onslaught of orgasm ripping through him. Falling forward, he slumped against Zane’s chest, vaguely feeling Luther’s slim body draping against his back, and then he knew no more.
Chapter Six:
Carpentry 101
Ernest and Luther watched intently as Zane showed them how to sand wood. Working along the grain, he showed them the power tools, the pieces of sandpaper in different grades, and how to use the planer.
Both guys wanted to learn a trade, and Zane was patient and skilled at working with wood. They’d already seen the beautiful pieces of furniture he’d already made, some of them appearing in Café Anglais and Mick’s restaurant, affectionately known as MJ’s. Zane had been the one to provide the long oak bar in that establishment, as well as some functional tables and chairs that still managed to look beautiful.
“Here, guys, practice on this wood, to get the hang of it,” Zane said, placing a piece of scrap wood in two vises, one for each. “Once you’re feeling confident, I’ll let you help with one of the bigger pieces.”
The younger men smiled and then laughed together as they fought over which tool each wanted first.
“I’ll try the planer,” Luther said, grabbing the thing and adjusting the blade as Zane had shown him. He began to smooth the tool along the wood, removing the rough edges, enjoying the mundane task immensely. His mind wandered, his eyes carefully gauging his progress. After a while, he switched the planer for a chisel and began cutting small grooves into the hard material. Sandpaper came next, smoothing the splinters away.
“Wow!” Zane suddenly said, sounding surprised. Luther looked down and saw that he’d created…something, in the wood.
“That’s beautiful,” Ernest said, kissing Luther on the lips. He looked ruefully at his own workstation. “I think I need more practice.” His small log was a little less refined than Luther’s. It still looked like a log.
Luther had managed to cut the face of a bird or something, and it stared at him, as though it would leap right out at him. “It’s a bird, I think. I’m not sure how I managed it.”
“Baby, with a bit more practice, you’ll be creating masterpieces,” Zane replied with a beatific smile, hugging him close. Luther relished the contact, and then felt Ernest join the embrace, kissing Luther’s neck as his body cuddled from behind.
“Brother, I’ll say this for you, I’m impressed,” a voice said drolly, and Luther let out a snort of amusement, turning his head to see Lomax and his sisters standing in the doorway to the street.
The girls looked with interest at Zane, their gaze softening on Ernest, who was flushing a little under their regard.
“Hey, there, brothers,” Ruth said with a grin, wandering inside.
“Ruthie,” Luther acknowledged, not moving away from his mates. “Wassup?”
Her attention was diverted, and she looked at the carving he’d just made.
“Is this yours?” she asked, trailing a finger over the bird in wonder, and then sent him a pleased look. “You always did love whittling.”
He flushed a little, looking embarrassed.
“Someone’s been hiding their talent,” Zane teased, stroking a hand over Luther’s hair.
“Not really,” Luther replied, shrugging. “I just like carving. I used to make little animals and whistles and things, just a hobby really. No big deal.”
Zane stared at him, and then a slow smile creased his face. “I think maybe it is,” he replied. “I think maybe I’ll turn over this corner of the workshop to you, and you can whittle away to your heart’s content, make whatever you like out of the off pieces. We’ll sell what you make to the tourists.”
Luther looked startled at the suggestion. Then he seemed to light up from the inside out, his pale green eyes nearly glowing with excitement. “You really think I’m good enough to sell stuff?” he asked.
Ernest cuffed him gently across the ear, laughing softly at his mate. “Honey, if I hadn’t just seen you carving, I’d think that bird a
ctually lived in the wood. You have skill, babe.” He kissed Luther fiercely, smacked him on the butt, and then waggled a finger at Luther’s astounded siblings. “Don’t tease him anymore about this. He’s really good.” They exchanged sheepish looks, shrugged, and then came over and hugged their brother, ribbing him mercilessly about the whisker burns on his cheek.
Ernest rolled his eyes, shared an amused glance with Zane, and then left them to it, going back to his less-than-stellar attempts at sanding. Zane helped, and between them, they ended up with a fairly useful piece of kindling, that could maybe be used as a chair spindle, or similar.
The rest of the morning passed quickly, Luther setting up shop after his siblings left, borrowing a bunch of tools, and starting work on a large piece of wood that was rounded on one side, the other cut into a triangular shape, looking like a quarter-piece from a larger log.
The bark was green-tinged, the straight edge providing a good starting point to begin carving. Luther was soon chiseling away happily, lost in his own creative thoughts, his eyes dreamy as he worked. Ernest thought he looked beautiful…as beautiful as when he was lost in passion, right before he came. Ernest’s cock began to twinge as he thought naughty thoughts, his libido ratcheting up a few gears.
Cooper entered the workshop, looking pensive, his hands carrying a large attaché case, rolled blueprints poking out of the top. “Hey, guys,” he greeted, coming over and kissing each of them in turn. His eyes were wide as he looked at what Luther was working on, and he murmured with approval. “That’s amazing,” he complimented, receiving a shy smile in return.
“What’cha got there?” Zane asked from where he was working on what looked like a dollhouse.
“Apparently, our beloved planning department has now been placed squarely in my lap,” Cooper said drily. “I am the proud owner of twenty-five applications for new businesses, a bunch of blueprints, and the mother of all headaches figuring out where to put everyone. This town is shrinking fast.”
“I can help,” Ernest said shyly. “I started a course in engineering, did two years before I was taken by the cult. My family and I were all engineers or tradesmen of some sort. I’m pretty good figuring out blueprints.”
Cooper gave him a big hug, kissing him hungrily. Ernest whimpered as the kiss deepened, wrapping his legs around Cooper’s waist and rocking against the man’s burgeoning dick.
“Hey! What am I, chopped liver?” Zane protested. “I’m useful, too.” He pouted, gesturing to the dollhouse. “Do you know how many hours I’ve worked on this, to make sure it’s ready for John on time?” Ernest giggled at the complaint, but stayed glued to Cooper’s luscious lips, humming in pleasure when the man’s hands began to wander, sliding down under the waistband of his jeans, and cupping his bare ass. One finger found its way into Ernest’s hole, making Ernest cry out needily.
“You had these guys all morning,” Cooper said finally, easing back from the kiss reluctantly, and then nibbled a trail of moist fire own Ernest’s smooth throat. “I missed breakfast.” He nipped at Ernest with blunt teeth, mouthing his mate’s Adam’s apple, adding a second finger to Ernest’s chute, and finding the little shifter’s prostate with each stroke.
“Upstairs,” Ernest pleaded breathlessly. Luther ignored his carving, ran for the front door, and closed and locked it. Cooper breathed heavily, arching Ernest back and then biting at the man’s nipples through his thin T-shirt. Ernest cried out, gripping Cooper’s short hair in both fists, holding his head against his chest.
Unzipping his pants, Cooper let them fall, stepping out of them, his big cock springing free and bouncing as it was released. Ernest felt Cooper undo his jeans and then felt cool air wafting against his butt. His eyes closed blissfully as he felt himself lowered until the tip of Cooper’s cock pushed gently against his hole. His rosebud was still stretched from earlier, having taken two cocks easily, and Cooper filled him smoothly. Ernest heard Cooper gasp in surprise, knowing what he felt in there. Ernest had left a little reminder of the double-fuck inside him, the natural lube from two loads of cum easing Cooper’s entry.
“I wanted to be ready for you,” Ernest whispered against Cooper’s mouth, biting hungrily at the big man’s soft lips. “Zane and Luther double-fucked me earlier.” Cooper groaned loudly and then began striding rapidly for the stairs. Ernest bounced on the massive cock with each step, loving every inch of Cooper’s nine-inch monster piercing him to the hilt.
“Baby, I’ve been dreaming of being double-fucked all day,” Cooper breathed against Ernest’s mouth. Ernest heard footsteps behind, glancing back to see Zane and Luther following, already half-naked, ready for the next orgy.
“What about being triple-fucked?” Ernest asked, and then squealed when Cooper suddenly stopped, bracing Ernest’s back against the wall. His mouth was taken in a hungry, punishing kiss, Cooper’s control obviously waning. Ernest wanted the man to fuck him so hard he’d feel it for weeks. He loved Zane’s more gentle loving, but Cooper gave the powerfuck of all powerfucks, making Ernest feel more like a man than he ever had in his life. Because he was small, people treated him like he would break. He hadn’t broken yet, after all he’d gone through, and a hard cock up his ass wasn’t about to change that.
Grinding down on Cooper’s rigid, pounding dick, Ernest kissed his lover with equal fervor. He felt Cooper’s hips move, felt the smooth wall against his back, each hard thrust bouncing him higher. “Cooper!” he cried, his fangs descending, his eyes slitting as pure lust swept through him, his ocelot going feral with need. Cooper upped the tempo. Fingers gripped Ernest’s butt hard, kneading the soft flesh as Cooper took his fill of Ernest’s body. Arching back, Ernest cried out again and again, begging for release until with a liquid wail, he came, spattering his seed all over Cooper’s shirt. Cooper grunted, filling Ernest’s ass with cum, and Ernest struck, biting deep into Cooper’s strong neck, claiming his lover properly. He felt Cooper jerk, felt the man’s cock spew even more cum, and then he collapsed onto the man’s chest, panting hard.
“You’ll never be alone again,” Cooper snarled, lifting Ernest’s face and kissing him with such love and caring that Ernest felt the shadows he’d been living with all these months finally fade. This man had found out about the tunnel, and was showing him that he was loved, despite his loss. “I love you, baby,” Cooper added, and Ernest’s heart melted at the declaration.
“Did someone mention triple-fucking Cooper’s ass?” Luther drawled, naked as a jaybird, and fisting his cock lazily as he watched his lovers making out. “Because I’m good to go when you are.”
Cooper choked out a laugh, dragging the little serval shifter closer, and kissing him hard on the mouth. “What have I started?” he asked.
“I’m still waiting,” Zane replied with a grin, smacking Cooper’s ass sharply as they all made their way into the bedroom.
Cooper stripped off the rest of his clothes, avidly watching his lovers do the same, and went to lie on the bed, stroking his cock back to full mast. He was trying to figure out the logistics of being triple-fucked in the ass and wasn’t sure he’d survive the experience.
Zane joined him on the bed, and they kissed languidly, fondling one another as they cuddled. Zane’s thigh slipped between Cooper’s, rubbing against his balls insistently. Cooper cupped Zane’s ass, fingering his hole as he sucked on Zane’s sexy tongue. Cooper felt slim hands caressing his butt, slender fingers parting his cheeks and probing at his small hole. Cool lube dribbled onto his rosebud, and the fingers played more insistently, pushing inside and fucking him gently. He felt two in there and spread his legs, rolling Zane onto his back, and shoving his ass in the air, rubbing his slick cock against the Arapaho stud’s.
A long swipe of a tongue trailed up Cooper’s spine, and he shuddered at the added stimulation. The tongue was a little rough, like a cat’s, lapping at his skin delicately. Lifting up, he felt Zane’s cock probe his anus and lowered himself into position, impaled by eight inches of prime cock in seconds. He lov
ed the pinch and burn as the thick dick spread him wide, moaning in delight. Zane’s face showed his enjoyment, showed his love, and Cooper lowered his mouth, drinking from the man’s open lips greedily. He felt movement behind him and watched as Ernest and Luther tried to figure out where to place themselves.
“Lie flat, legs locked together, starfish pattern,” Cooper suggested, lifting off Zane’s cock to let him move. The three men lay on their backs, legs intertwined and their cocks pushed together to form a thick spike that stuck straight upward. Cooper squatted, his hole perched over the target, took a deep breath, and then began to lower himself. Grunting, the first attempt had him wincing, but he persevered, and after a couple of false starts, he gritted his teeth and sank down, all three cocks spearing him, all four men letting out cries of pleasure. Cooper wasn’t sure his ass could take the width, but it did, accepting the wrist-wide addition slowly but surely. Within a few seconds, he felt his balls hit something warm and moist, and he knew he’d bottomed out.
“Fuck that’s unbelievable,” Luther yelped, panting hard.
“So tight, all three of us together, so tight,” Ernest whimpered, trembling as he struggled not to move. He didn’t want to hurt Cooper, so remained where he was until Cooper’s butt relaxed. The man must be in some pain, his face contorted with the effort to take all three cocks at once.
“Dude, you’re a beast,” Zane said hoarsely, stroking Cooper’s back gently. “When you’re ready,” he added, and Cooper finally felt his muscles loosen. The pain lessened, and he lifted up and down, slowly and carefully, groaning loudly with each shallow plunge. As the going got easier, he began to moan with pleasure. As a unit, his lovers all moved in sync, being careful not to dislodge anyone, and each downward movement had them thrusting gently up. He fisted his cock, pumping in time to the rhythm. Gradually the pace picked up, and they began to fuck him harder. He cried out as they hit his prostate with each stroke, his pleasure increasing with each second. His cock began to fill again, having gone limp from the first searing pain after taking all three of his mates inside him. It thickened even more, the pleasure stimulating his senses until he was crying out in tortured bliss, his body flexing and moving up and down as he was speared from beneath. With a breathless cry, he came suddenly, shooting all over the bed, and felt his lovers come apart beneath him, their cum spraying his hole, overflowing down his legs, and dripping onto each of them.
