They both caressed me, and Kiel kissed me for a long time before Leland took possession of my mouth. “Damn,” Kiel said, “I wanted to fuck your ass the first time I met you, when you showed up at the house looking like a lost boy. But I had to get Leland’s permission.”
“I thought he was crazy until I saw you,” Leland added. “Then I wanted in your pants, too. We had a bet on who would bed you first. But this is better. It turns out playing to a tie isn’t like kissing your sister, it’s kissing your hot husband.” He leaned over and French kissed Kiel while both of them worked on removing my clothes. I had the harder task, stripping two men, but I relished the job.
I’d fantasized about what Kiel and Leland would look like in the buff since the moment I met them. All it took was seeing a bare forearm under a T-shirt to make me wonder what the rest looked like. I finally got my wish, pulling off their shirts as they kissed.
Kiel’s chest was smooth while Leland’s had a spray of dark, silky hair. Snaking between Leland’s six-pack was an intriguing treasure trail. I didn’t have a favorite between the two ripped bodies. As soon as my focus riveted on one man’s body, the other would capture my attention with the move of a muscle.
My curiosity wasn’t sated by the two awesome torsos in front of me. I had waited long enough to see the two big cocks discussed moments ago. I pulled Kiel’s zipper down, slipping my hands into his underwear and pulling out a long, straight tool. I stroked it a couple of times, distracted by Kiel’s hands on my cock and Leland groping my balls. Like a kid in a candy store, I grabbed Leland’s trousers and pulled them down. A thick slab of cock flopped out, pointed toward Leland’s hip.
The rest of the night was a whirlwind. I had never been in a three-way, but I loved it, sandwiched between two men with beautiful bodies, awesome dicks, and pent-up desire. I discovered Leland was into slow lovemaking, cuddling, and snuggling. I could have spent hours in bed happily making gentle love with him, feeling his hairy chest pressed against me. In contrast, Kiel liked it fast, furious, and rough. His unbridled assault on my ass drove me crazy, leaving me hungering for more. And whether it was wine, euphoria, or something else, I felt only a twinge of pain when Leland and Kiel double fucked me. Once I loosened up, it felt amazing. High odds I was meant to be a bottom boy all along and hadn’t known it.
I woke the next morning as Leland slipped from bed and announced he was starting breakfast. I assumed that was a call for Kiel and me to get up, too, but Kiel circled me with his muscular arms and said, “You’re not going anywhere, stud. My cock has some unfinished business with your holes.” The glint in his eye told me my ass was going to get pummeled. Again. I licked my lips in anticipation.
Despite a seriously sore and raw asshole, I was still horny when we finished breakfast two hours later. I assumed the night with Kiel and Leland was a one-night stand, and while I hoped for another chance to play with the two studs, they were happily married. I was under no illusions as to where that left me.
I showered, happily reliving the night and contemplating my roommates’ likely reaction when I did the walk of shame, crawling home while still wearing my tux from the night before. As I got ready to leave, Kiel and Leland asked me to sit down in the kitchen. They were both shirtless, dressed only in basketball shorts, and their hot bodies were amazing in the early morning light. I hadn’t gotten a chance to study the shirtless hunks in the daylight, and I resolved to make the most of the opportunity.
Kiel and Leland, however, seemed serious and it dawned on me what was about to go down. I was going to get “The Talk.” It would be some version of “Yeah, we had fun last night, but we’re married, so don’t get any ideas. Hands off.” I braced for the speech, telling myself not to make the situation awkward for Kiel or Leland. I was a big boy and could handle the truth, even if I hated the result.
“Leland and I have been talking,” Kiel began. “We realize what we are about to say is unorthodox, and if it’s not something you want to consider, that’s fine. We understand completely. But having you around the last couple of months has been great. We both like you, like you a lot. I daresay we’re both in love with you. We think of you as the missing piece to the puzzle of our relationship. And last night was, well incredible.” He paused before adding with a smirk, “This morning wasn’t bad, either.”
Leland glared at Kiel and, impatient, interrupted. “What Kiel is trying to say, if he can get his mind out of the gutter, is we want you to move in with us. Travel with us, live with us, be a part of what we have going. Be a part of everything. Join our relationship.”
Kiel smiled, reaching for my hand, and said, “Don’t say no. Neither of us intend to let you leave.”
My mind whirled, but I never had a doubt about my answer.
*
The idea of being in a threesome was weird at first, but within six months, it felt normal. Some of our friends and acquaintances have had a hard time getting their minds around it. To Kiel and Leland’s irritation, a few of their friends still call me the houseboy. Because I freelance on computer systems from the house, it looks like my life involves nothing but taking care of Kiel and Leland.
Professor Sanders jokes that we owe him a finder’s fee for being our matchmaker. We see him regularly because he’s our fourth for bridge. Hard to complain about playing cards with the three most gorgeous men on the planet, but the eye candy makes it hard for me to concentrate on the cards.
Sanders’s husband hates cards. He’s a professional chef and would rather cook than shuffle and deal, so while we play bridge, he whips up fabulous meals. Try as I might, I’ve never gotten Sanders to come clean about whether he was scoping out my bare chest on the fateful day he asked if I wanted to work for Kiel and Leland. He’s equally coy about whether it ever crossed his mind that we would end up in a threesome.
Kiel and Leland are great about telling me how much they love me but also letting me know that if I ever want a one-on-one relationship, they will understand. They suspect I want a relationship where I’m not exclusively a bottom, but that is unsaid. All I know is every one of my top ten sexual experiences have involved getting double fucked by Kiel and Leland. Never say never, but I can’t imagine a one-on-one relationship as fulfilling as the relationship I have with the two men I love.
Security Breach
Evey Brett
The radio on my belt beeped, and the hotel operator’s staticky voice came through my earpiece. “Hey, Joe, the banquet captain says someone’s bringing outside alcohol into the reception. Can you go check it out?”
I sighed. Weddings were always my least favorite events to patrol because of the high incidence of stupid drunk people and the ensuing noise complaints. I held down the button on my collar mic. “Ten-four. On my way.”
The throbbing music coming from inside the ballroom vibrated throughout the hotel. I poked my head inside, scanning for cartons and bottles that didn’t belong. The activity was about what I expected from a gay wedding reception, bodies surging up and down to dance music, booze flowing freely from the bartenders. The grooms, or so I assumed, were both shirtless as they danced in a circle of their friends. My cock stirred at the sight of those hard, sweaty bodies, but window shopping at work was a bad idea.
Seeing no contraband inside the ballroom, I continued my patrol down the hallway and nearly blundered into a man exiting the men’s room. My cock recognized him before my brain did.
Shit.
We both turned. Our gazes caught, locked. I stared, words lost as I struggled to figure out how the hell this gorgeous little hustler had managed to wander into my workplace.
“Joe.” He looked me up and down with that searing gaze. “Nice duds.”
Heat spread through my body, and it wasn’t merely from annoyance. I’d only spent one night with him, but not a single cell of me had forgotten his touch. “What the hell are you doing here?”
“Big party.” He nodded over his shoulder.
“Anyone you know?”
; That slow, sly grin told me enough. He licked his lips. “I’ve made a few friends.”
On cue, a man exited the restroom, adjusting his tie and pointedly ignoring my acquaintance. My cock and my annoyance swelled at the thought of what must have been going on in that bathroom. “I think it’s time you found a different party to cruise.”
“Make me.” He held his arms wide, daring me to force him out. I couldn’t. Hotel policy said security couldn’t lay a hand on anyone unless it was self-defense.
“Go on. Or I’ll call the cops and tell them what you’re up to.”
“Try it. I dare you.” He shoved his hands in his pockets and began walking, taking a right down an empty corridor.
I followed. As soon as I rounded the corner, he turned around, grabbed my shirt, and kissed me. The taste of him went straight to my brain, as quick and addictive as crack. I was so shocked that I didn’t move, not even when he thrust a hand between my legs and grabbed my crotch, fingers digging hard into my balls.
Then my senses returned. I shoved him away. “What the hell are you—”
He tilted his head toward the ceiling. I followed his gaze to where one of the CCTV cameras nestled in the corner.
“Son of a bitch.” No one was in the security office right now, but if anyone saw that footage, I’d be fired. “What do you want from me?”
“Why don’t we go somewhere a little more private where we can talk? I’ve missed you, Joe.”
“I’m working.”
“So am I.” He studied me. “What’s wrong? Don’t your coworkers know you’re gay?” He toyed with my tie, a cheap breakaway thing that made me look like a nerd.
I slapped his hand away. “That’s none of your business.”
He just laughed. “I like you, Joe. So innocent. So much fun to play with. Remember how much you liked it when I stuck my fingers up your ass?”
I had liked it. That was the problem. I’d emptied my wallet for this guy and it had been worth every penny.
He leaned in so close I could smell his pine-scented aftershave. “Want me to do it again?”
My briefs were suddenly too tight. I was screwed. I knew it. Jerking my head for him to follow, I went outside away from the cameras. The air was cool and scented with the ocean lapping at the beach a few yards away. From this vantage point, we could see the San Diego skyline lit up across the bay. “Look. I can’t do this tonight. Not here. I don’t have any money, anyway.”
“This is a hotel. A nice one. There are other ways you can pay me. A room. A nice, hot shower. Room service.” He shrugged. “Or I could leave a note at the front desk about suspicious activity in the south foyer.”
Blackmail. Two could play that game. “I could turn you in for propositioning me.”
A layer of toughness fell away, and he looked more like a weary teenager than a twenty-something man. “Please, Joe. Just get me a room for tonight. I don’t have anywhere else to go.”
I should have walked him to the edge of the property and shoved him over it, but his air of desperation provoked the protective instincts I was certain he was taking advantage of. I had an idea. “Stay here. Give me a couple of minutes.”
I pointed him toward a stone bench with a view of the water and headed inside to my office. I accessed the hotel directory, found the room I needed, and made a card key set to expire in the morning. Five minutes later I went back, half expecting him to be gone. He wasn’t.
Handing him the key, I said, “Here. The room is out of order. They’re waiting on a part to fix the air conditioning. Don’t call anyone and keep the drapes drawn so no one sees the light. That’s the best I can do.”
He stood. “Thanks. I owe you.” He curled a finger around my belt loop and tugged me closer, snugging our bodies together. “What time are you off?”
I’d already gone too far. “In a half hour or so. But I can’t be here after hours. It’s against the rules.”
“Fuck the rules. There’s a back staircase, isn’t there?”
There was. And there weren’t any cameras in the stairwells.
*
Forty minutes later, against my better judgment, I’d changed into street clothes and used a second room key to let myself into his room. The desk was laden with two bottles of beer, one of wine, and a basket full of finger foods, all of which must have been raided from the party.
The shower was running. He’d left the door open, making the room hot and humid. I waited, fighting the impulse to walk into the bathroom and watch the water cascade down his flesh. I gulped down one of the beers instead, needing something to steady my nerves. My brain insisted on leaving before I got caught, but my body had a mind of its own and refused to budge.
I sat in the desk chair and closed my eyes and thought of the first night I’d seen him and the sinuous way his body had moved beneath the flashing lights on the dance floor. I’d lusted after him from the start.
“You okay, Joe?”
I opened my eyes and he was there, sitting on the end of the desk wearing a fuzzy robe with the hotel’s logo embroidered on the breast. “Why are you here?” I asked.
He grabbed the full beer and took a long swallow. “Told you. Got no place to go tonight.”
“I mean here at my hotel. Tell me the truth.” I grabbed his arm. He winced, and I let go in alarm. “What’s wrong?”
“Nothing.”
It wasn’t nothing. I slid the robe from his shoulders, baring his chest. The bruises covering his ribs and arms were easy to see. “Shit.”
He shrugged his arms out of the robe and gazed down at himself. “I’ve had worse.”
“Were you mugged?”
“Sweetheart, get real.” He took another swig.
It had been one of his johns, then. I ran my fingers over his abused skin. I wasn’t a security guard because it was a cushy job. I had an instinct to protect people, even little hustlers who managed to track me down and threaten my job. “Who?”
“Doesn’t matter. He was from out of town. I’ll never see him again.”
“It matters to me.” I grabbed his wrist. “I don’t have any money. All I’ve got in my wallet is a five.”
“Just this once, I’ll give you a discount.”
My cock strained at my pants. It wanted him as much as I did. “Why me?”
“Why not?”
He was being evasive. Since his hand was occupied, he made do with his foot, sliding it up and down my thigh. Shit. He was half naked, skin still glistening from his shower, and he smelled of eucalyptus from the designer shampoo. I let him go, and he touched my cheek. I needed a shave, but his light fingers against the bristles sent a shudder through me.
“Close your eyes.”
I shook my head. “I can’t do this. Not here.”
He pouted. “Where’s that brave Joe who beat up an old man bent on taking my virtue?”
I choked back a laugh. He’d lost his virtue long before we met. “I need this job. I don’t want to fuck it up.”
“I don’t let my guys get in trouble over me. Not if they don’t deserve it. Trust me, Joe. You don’t deserve it.”
Alarm bells rang in my head at the thought of doing something so illicit. I closed my eyes anyway.
He wound the robe’s fuzzy sash around my head to ensure I couldn’t see him. He pinched my mouth open, but instead of his tongue, he slid in a cream puff. Before I swallowed, he kissed me, and together we shared the sweetness melting on my tongue. He tugged my T-shirt from my waistband and lifted it up over my head. Then he ran his hands up and down my chest. His fingers were rough and warm. He pinched each of my nipples and rolled them around in his fingers, which was half painful, half delightful.
Then he rested his weight on my lap, pressing his body against mine as he laid kisses along my neck and jaw. He tickled my skin with his hot breath as he nibbled my earlobe. He ground his hips against my crotch, sheer torture since my cock was still trapped in my jeans. I reached down to free it but he grabbed my wrist. “Hold on.�
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His pleasant warmth vanished. I heard the clink of beer bottles and the swish of baskets as he presumably cleared the desk. I didn’t have long to wonder why as he urged me to stand and then sit on the edge of the desk. “What are you—”
“Shh.” He laid his fingers against my lips, and then urged me to lie down. The sash around my eyes served to cushion my head from the hardness.
Something was intensely wrong yet highly erotic about letting him fuck me on a table with a perfectly good bed only a few feet away. I felt more helpless, more exposed, and he heightened that sensation by spreading my thighs wide. With practiced fingers, he undid my fly and pulled out my cock. I shuddered at the brush of cool air against my erection.
He removed my sandals, and then yanked at my jeans and briefs until my bare ass rested against the chilly wooden desktop. Something liquid and pungent hit my skin. The wine. Instead of being excited, I turned fearful. “Don’t stain the carpet, or we’ll catch hell.”
He laughed. “Don’t worry. There won’t be a drop left.”
I quivered at the touch of his lips against my belly. He swirled his tongue around my navel, licking every drop from the indentation. He traveled up my body, kissing and sucking with a deliciously hot wetness. I moaned, and he silenced me by driving his tongue deep inside my mouth. I tasted wine and the salt of my own skin, and him.
When he pulled back, I clasped a hand around his neck to keep him from going far. “Why’d you track me down?”
“You said we could see each other again.”
“Not at work.” Exasperated, I gave his cheek a light smack.
He batted my hand away and laughed. “Awfully convenient place for you to work. I bet you know this hotel better than anyone. All those secret, dark corners…”
I thought of all the places we could fuck. Up on the catwalk above the ballrooms. Any number of supply closets. The general manager’s office. The pool pump room, which would be noisy enough to drown out any noise we might make. Out on the beach behind the breakwater. “True, but if I’m caught, I’ll get fired.”
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