The Man Who Has Everything

What do you get for the man who has everything?

Jonathan had fallen hard for everything Carlos represented... older, successful in his career. But his partner wasn't overly materialistic and moreover was well-off enough to buy what he wanted. So birthdays and Christmas were a challenge to the 31-year-old, at least till he'd had a brainstorm three years ago. It was an inspired idea, really, and now was a go-to for Jonathan's gift to Carlos. As they drove a neighborhood over on Christmas Eve, where Brent lived, both men had the sense it was a de facto ritual of the holidays.

That didn't mean Carlos didn't have misgivings. It was complicated if they stopped to think about it. Brent was Jonathan's ex, technically, even if they'd only gone out for a couple of months, and while Carlos dropped the hint that he'd prefer to do this with someone else, he wasn't going to look a gift horse in the mouth. Jonathan had to feel comfortable in this, and Carlos didn't blame him. 

He looked over as they got out of the car. "We don't have to do this, hon," he said.

Jonathan rolled his eyes. "We're already here, Carlos... besides, did you ever stop to think I might enjoy it, too?"

Carlos chuckled. "No. I can't imagine anyone enjoying it," the 40 year-old said. He was shorter than Jonathan but had a fuller, more muscular build that he worked on religiously. The two men craved the contrast between them. Carlos, the Latino corporate lawyer with olive skin, black-brown hair, and brown eyes, and Jonathan the Southern California dude who still looked like a college kid when the light hit him right and who still stuck out in the brash East Coast culture. Opposites definitely attracted.

"That's because you're a top," Jonathan countered. Jonathan's light blue eyes were almost dancing as he took in Carlos's build, looking bigger even bundled up. He never would get sick of Carlos's masculine-cute looks, and he had a pride that he'd won the man over, breaking up his past relationship with Will. No, they hadn't fooled around while Carlos was with Will, but their office-place flirtation grew until Carlos decided to call things off with his boyfriend of the time. A week later, he asked Jonathan out for dinner.

Carlos thought it over. He was sure this was something his partner endured more than outright enjoyed. "Even Will never would have done this, and he was a total power bottom."

Jonathan wasn't jealous of Will. He liked that he and Carlos both could be open about their past. Carlos wasn't petty, and the man's calm approach to relationships affected Jonathan's own as well. But Jonathan did have a competitive streak. "I'm not Will," he replied simply.

"That you're not, Babe," Carlos smiled.

They rang the doorbell and within a few seconds, Brent opened the door, wearing casual sweats. Still in his late 20s, he almost had the disheveled look of a college frat boy. "Hey guys, come on in."

Carlos decided to be the bigger man. "Good to see you, guy," he said, drawing his boyfriend's ex toward him for a hug. 

"You too," Brent said in his ear. Brent was hunky, a former Division I baseball player with a deep voice, and Carlos knew why Jonathan had gone for him. But the guy would never settle down, at least not till 50, maybe not before. 

The older man felt a little under his spell now as they two pulled back from their hug but Brent kept his hands clasped on Carlos's upper arms. "Too early for a kiss, man?" he asked.

Carlos shook his head. Maybe this is why it worked. Brent seemed as much into his ex's new daddy boyfriend as he did into fucking Jonathan.

They locked lips and Carlos slipped his tongue between Brent's parted mouth. The kiss was soft and sexual at the same time. 

"Well, I'm hard now," Carlos announced as he pulled back. 

Brent laughed and turned to give Jonathan a quick kiss, a peck almost.

"Pleasure before business, gentlemen?" the host quipped.

The first time had been a real thrill, the next times had brought more nervousness on the part of all the men. But Brent was in a good mood, and surprisingly relaxed and his demeanor rubbed off on the couple.

The three stood around Brent's queen size bed and peeled off their clothes. "When was the last time you did this?" Carlos asked, taking in Brent's bare torso, lightly dusted with soft brown fur.

"Your birthday," Brent replied without missing a beat. He pushed down his sweatpants and a hard five and a half inch tool sprung up, rigid as a rail spike. He walked over to Jonathan and reached up to grip the bare shoulder. "It's hard to meet a guy open to it." He winked at his ex and looked over at Carlos. "You're a lucky dude."

Something about the guy's flirtatiousness and condescension was starting to rub Carlos the wrong way. Thankfully Jonathan defused the subtle tension. "I'm the lucky one," he grinned. Kicking off his joggers his crawled up on the bed and made a beeline to his partner's hard dick. 

Brent looked on excitedly as the blond hunk started swallowing Carlos's fat, long tool. He loved threesomes, and though he had one at least once every couple of months, he felt like he never get enough of them.

"OK if I rim him?" he asked Carlos. 

The 40-year-old stud nodded and watched with equal thrill as Brent crouched down and pushed his face in between Jonathan's perfect, creamy white buns. Jonathan loved this, being between these two hot guys. It brought out his bottomy instincts to the max, and he writhed on the bed, hiked his butt up into Brent's face and worked Carlos's meaty cock all at once. 

"I need to take a break," Carlos announced, pulling Jonathan gently off his now throbbing meat. "You got me too close, babe."

"Don't want to spoil your present, huh?" Brent laughed as he pulled back and have a gentle swat to Jonathan's right ass cheek. Unbelieveably his spike of a dick was even more steel like now. 

"God no," Carlos hissed, getting into the threeway sexual vibe. Any jealousy was out the window. Especially as Brent scooted up and kissed him deeply, sensuously. Carlos almost expected to taste some muskiness in that kiss, but Jonathan had done a very thorough job cleaning himself for this. 

Jonathan was now coming into join them. Alternating between Carlos and Brent. All three men feeling each other up. 

Carlos was getting worked up, and was nervous he wouldn't last long once the main event started. That's why he said to Brent, "Why don't I take bottom this time?" 

That caught the ex-jock by surprise. Lustily he stroked his hard on and looked between both guys. "Yeah? I could go for that, for sure." They'd done this four times before, and each time Carlos made it clear he wanted the top position, to do the driving and maximize his own pleasure. 

Now, the hunky olive-skinned lawyer was lying on Brent's bed and placing his hand behind his head as his prick stood upright. He wasn't gonna have any danger of losing his erection, that was for sure. Jonathan was already crawling onto his muscled body, feeding off his partner's sexual excitement as they made out. It wasn't an extended kiss, but it was enough to express their love and sexual thrill. Carlos moaned into Jonathan's mouth as he felt the cool-ish wetness of Brent's skilled hands lubing up his cock. Then it was Jonathan's turn to moan as those same fingers prepped his hole.

The bottom now took the initiative. Leaning up, he scooted forward to straddle Carlos's meaty-firm midsection and with a smirk he reached back to feel his partner's heavy hard dong. He wasn't a size queen, but Carlos had the kind of thick tool that made him realize that a big one could be fun, lots of fun. At least when he got used to it. Holding it up, Jonathan rested back and settled into position. 

The entry was easy enough. Four years of dating had made getting fucked comfortable for Jonathan. And once it cleared the ring, then came the bottom's favorite part, that feeling of being stuffed full of his man. 

"Merry Christmas, babe," he hissed, looking right into Carlos's eyes. 

"Oh fuck," Carlos hissed. He was already anticipating what was to come, but even a regular fuck with Jonathan was amazing, every time. Maybe it wasn't good how they sometimes used sex to get over a fight, but moments like this made Carlos doubly aware how that dynamic developed. Jonathan Newell had a prize ass. The older man felt up his man's firm legs and enjoyed the heat of Jonathan's insides. 

"Ride Daddy a little," came Brent's voice. Carlos and Jonathan didn't do the Daddy thing, but Brent was a little younger and clearly got off on the age difference with Carlos. Brent now watched and felt up Jonathan's back some as he saw the talented bottom ride Carlos's heavy cock slowly. The hips swiveled some but mostly worked up and down, going for fuller, longer ass strokes.

"Jesus," Carlos croaked. He wasn't in danger cumming on the bottom, not yet, but what Jonathan was doing felt pretty fantastic.

And the look on Jonathan's face. Affection, sure, but also a certain bottom's pride in being able to give pleasure to his top. Carlos really was a lucky man. 

He was about to get luckier. Brent was now leaning in from behind and holding a poppers bottle in front of Jonathan's nose. Eagerly, the cute, tall bottom sucked in the vapors, then again through the other nostril. 

They knew the drill. The first couple of times had involved a lot of trial and error. Now, Jonathan leaned down into a kiss, spreading his legs wide enough to give room for Brent. 

There was no way around it, the entry stung. Carlos had learned not to hesitate too much. He always bore right in and then let Jonathan's insides adjust before the top's thrust. Brent was now taking a page from that rule book, almost prying open Jonathan's tight ring like a shoehorn and wedging his rigid dick right inside, next to Carlos's bigger, meatier one, and holding still.

"Fuck," Jonathan hissed. He wanted this. Or maybe it was better to say he wanted to want this. But he took a couple of deep breaths. He had this. And with perfect timing, Brent held up the poppers again. 

The vapors did their work. Jonathan's face blushed crimson and his whole body felt hot and needy. Without trouble Brent's cock entered him fully. He was being double penetrated by two hot, hunky men. 

Being on the bottom was new to Carlos, but he loved this. The feel of Jonathan's body on top of his, and the sensation of Brent's thrusting cock against his. Every sensation was doubled, and if a DP was inevitably a short-lasting fuck, the intensity made up for that.

Jonathan could barely think. Every thought was being pummeled out of him, just like every lingering resistance in his ass. He held on to Carlos's strong arms and watched his boyfriend's clear pleasure. Particularly once Carlos started thrusting up into him, too. The angle and position meant Carlos's dong moved just a couple inches in and out, but combined with Brent's fuller piston-strokes, the double-barreled action made Jonathan's ass sing.

It took Carlos by surprise, and it definitely took Jonathan by surprise. But the bottom was getting a hardon again. Not a half-hard defensive erection, but a full-on bone. It was the first one he'd ever had getting double fucked. 

"Go for it," Carlos hissed. Hurriedly, he grabbed some lube and squirted it on his boyfriend's cock. 

All three men were moving together now. Brent fucking fully, Carlos humping up into Jonathan, and Jonathan writhing between them, frantically jerking his dick in synchronization.

"Goddamnit, guys!" Brent cried, his deep voice getting a little higher and more urgent. Carlos could feel the spurts of ex-jock seed against his own prick. He'd experienced this before, of course, but the different position made this feel different. As Brent's thusts slowed, Carlos fucked up into Jonathan harder. 

"Unggh!" the bottom cried. His dick didn't so much shoot as those double cocks pushed his cum right out of him, right onto Carlos's muscled body. 

If a DP always felt amazingly tight, Jonathan's clenching ass drove Carlos wild. He even felt Brent's dick spurt out more juice, just as his own cock throbbed and unleashed a heavy load deep up inside Jonathan. 

The bottom collapsed onto Carlos, feeling completely fucked out. Carefully, Brent pulled out, then Carlos lifted Jonathan off him with equal care. 

"You OK, babe?" he asked as he ran his hand along Jonathan's cheek. 

Jonathan just nodded dumbly. "OK if I just lie here a second?" he asked. 

Carlos winked and patted his side. "Absolutely."

He looked up at Brent. Hopefully the guy wasn't impatient to have them leave. 

"Wanna shower up?" he asked the older man. 

Carlos was a little surprised when the younger stud followed him into the shower. This felt good too. Maybe a little naughty, but Carlos knew it was all in fun. Something that happened twice a year. And he was surprised this 20-something ex-baseball player was as into his older body as he was. 

"Thanks for that, man," Brent said as he openly soaped up Carlos's thick muscle. "You guys have a good thing going, and I know it's weird coming over here."

Carlos shrugged. Maybe it was the sex endorphins, but he was in a much more generous mood now. "I should thank you for letting us explore this." He touched Brent's dense, toned body. "I shouldn't be a greedy man, not after that fuck just now. But if I had the chance to do it more often, I'd be thrilled."

Brent smiled. For as different as the men were, they were surprisingly in sync as tops, sharing an amped up libido and the same love of sex. "I'm gonna respect whatever boundaries you guys have," he said with a smirk. "But PLEASE tell me if you wanna do it more often."

Carlos chuckled. 

The two rinsed off and toweled off. Somehow, in the masculine presence of Brent's naked body, Carlos chubbed up again. Brent was too, even throwing hard as he hung up the towel and strutted back into the bedroom. Jonathan was more back to normal and he got up off the bed. 

"My turn," he said. "You guys left me really fucking wet."

"Feel like a cocktail?" he asked as Jonathan walked toward the master bathroom. 

"Yeah, sure," the bottom said.

"Make mine a small one," Carlos said. "I'm driving."

When Jonathan joined them, the mood was fun and lively. Carlos didn't recall seeing Brent so chatty before. 

"I feel like that was my present, too," he said.

"Well, Merry Christmas, man," Jonathan winked, even as he scooted closer to Carlos around the kitchen island in Brent's kitchen. Carlos placed his arm affectionately around his taller boyfriend, feeling incredibly happy and grateful. 

"I gotta say, that was the best Christmas gift ever," Carlos beamed.

"You say that every year," Jonathan laughed.

"It's true every year," Carlos replied.

Jonathan had a big grin. Like something was on his mind. Something was. "I may be able to top last year's present."

Brent looked on, intrigued where this was going.

"Better?" Carlos wasn't following. 

"What do you think of doing this more often?" He looked at Carlos as he asked, but also turned toward Brent.

Carlos's voice got quiet. "You have a pretty good idea of what I think," he said softly. He rubbed the back of Jonathan's back, right in the middle of his shoulder blades. "You sure, babe?"

Jonathan nodded. "Just now was incredible. If you guys can make me feel like that every time..."

He looked over at Brent again, but the younger guy just held up his hands, as if he was staying neutral. "Hey, I'm very happy to be your third wheel whenever you guys wanna."

Carlos was getting hard just thinking about it. Not a ready to fuck again hardon, but definitely a thrill came over him. "Babe, tell me what I gotta do to make you feel great with this." Then, with a leer, he asked. "How often we talking about?"

"I dunno. Once a month good?" he asked. Definitely feeling his partner out. 

"God yes," Carlos growled, and the reaction got a laugh out of Brent. 

That made Jonathan smile. He leaned into Carlos's embrace and said, "It's settled, then. You're officially on the DP-of-the-month plan. But fuck, I'm gonna have a hard time thinking of what to get you for your birthday."

Brent watched as Carlos leaned in and whispered something in Jonathan's ear. A leer on his face, soon matched by his boyfriend's. "Yeah, I could do that," Jonathan said softly. 

They finished their drinks, and it was time for the couple to go. 

"We have to hit the road bright and early tomorrow," Carlos said. Each Christmas morning, they did the drive to Carlos's family the next state over. 

"It was a pleasure, gentlemen," Brent said as he walked them to the door. "And let me know how I can help out with your monthly plan," he grinned. 

"We will," Jonathan beamed, pulling his ex into a hug before giving a quick goodbye kiss. Carlos did the same.

"Merry Christmas, Brent," the older man said.

"Merry Christmas, guys."