A Long, Hard Life

These days, I'm way too lonely
I'm missing out, I know
These days, I'm way too alone
And I'm known for giving love away, but

I want someone who loves me
I need someone who needs me
'Cause it don't feel right when it's late at night
And it's just me in my dreams
So I want someone to love, that's what I fucking want 

– "That's What I Want" by Lil Nas X

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"Love is needing someone. Love is putting up with someone's bad qualities because they somehow complete you."

– Sarah Dessen

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I watched as my new Boy, Zeke dropped to his hands and knees without question or hesitation. He spread his knees allowing his nuts to swing freely. His prodigious erection rode the channel between his brickwork abs, his glans kissing his fuzzy navel with strands of sticky excitement.

Zeke struck an impressive sight from the front but he looked fit to shoulder the Earth on his gloriously broad and muscular back. He hiked the meaty globes of his ass for my pleasure, his Venus dimples directed my eyes down his hairy trench to his winking pucker and farther, to nuts better suited to a stud animal. Those nuts mesmerized me.

They hung like heavy fruit on the vine, approximately the size of plums or perhaps lemons swollen to the point of bursting with juice, stretching their skin sack tight and shiny, covered in a layer of fine coppery red hair. They twitched restlessly, as if sensing my attention. My fingers twitched in kind, aching to milk those beauties for every drop of semen they produced. Alas, I learned my lesson from earlier and drew my lovers to join me.

I held each brother by the hand and considered what to do.  Emil's task came to me easily so I turned to him first.

I scratched the back of Emil's neck as I nibbled on his lips. He probed past my teeth with his tongue and swept me into a wild, athletic kiss. We crashed together in a powerful embrace where soon I pinched his foot long erection between my thighs. I squeezed until Emil moaned with mounting lust. I slid back and forth along his elegant sword to communicate my meaning. "Keep my Boy quiet?"

He broke from our kiss with fire in his eyes. It took a moment for my words to register but then he flashed a feral grin. He walked in front of our ginger chew toy and planted his feet in front of Zeke. Emil took his cock in hand and rubbed his juicy glans across the ginger's lips.

"Open your mouth." He commanded and Zeke slurped him down with gusto.

This got both of them purring in short order but I had more to do as the conductor of this sexual symphony. I approached Anton very differently from his brother.

I stood tall and squared my shoulders, showing no weakness before my Boy but I lowered my gaze submissively to the Dominant Anton.

"My lord," I spoke first, knowing he might punish my boldness later. "I am yours to enjoy as you please, when, and where you please. May I care for my new Boy?"

Anton smirked in apparent amusement. "Tell me what you intend."

"I intend to smear apple cobbler on their winking little holes and eat them out until they scream my name. If they are good, I may permit my Boy to fuck me while I fuck your brother."

"Where does that leave me?" He peered darkly.

"All I have is yours, my lord. Please take what you desire." I kissed his hand, then gestured between myself and Zeke.

A smile played slowly across Anton's lips. He nodded permissively, "You may proceed as you intended."

I felt a sudden desire to move differently in Anton's presence. I stood on point like a dancer. I gestured with fluid grace. I grew conscious of the curve of my back and the roundness of my buttocks. I turned in such a way as to present the inviting swell of my pecs. I submitted to him utterly. Every atom of my being existed to please him and I never felt more alive, more beautiful, or paradoxically, more empowered. My soul felt liberated.

I had never addressed Anton as "my lord" but it touched something romantic within me to do so. I fell into character but I could not say what character I played. I knew only that this intuitive role play was fun and I felt incredibly sexy. I touched my chest in deference to my master and sat on my knees behind Zeke.

Anton knelt behind me and lifted my hair back. I bared my neck as he pressed a sensual kiss behind my ear. My eyes fluttered closed with each starburst of pleasure his lips delivered.

I leaned into his touch, trembling with vulnerability as he continued down my neck and shoulder. I arched my back to accommodate his downward trek, then raised onto my knees exactly as he wanted. I heard the telltale clink of a glass bowl and spoon. Soon I knew directly how it felt to have apple cobbler applied to my ass. I turned my attention to the others while Anton delivered me to the gates of heaven with masterful oral skill.

I clapped both of Zeke's muscular glutes hard enough to leave red handprints. He squeaked and swallowed another inch of Emil's cock in response. As he did this I examined the fine ass spread before me.

The fine dusting of red hair on Zeke's thighs radiated from his anal sphincter in a manner reminiscent of solar rays in Aztec artwork. The sphincter remained smooth and pink save for tiny creases that pinched together in the center, forming a natural seal. His perineum flared outward dramatically from his pucker to join the crease of Zeke's inner thighs. The cleft above his pucker to join the crease of Zeke's inner thighs. The cleft above his pucker terminated at his tail bone. The bulging sack of his scrotum hugged his penis closely.

I procured my bowl of apple cobbler and slathered a heaping dollop directly onto Zeke's ass. He jumped again with surprise, apparently swallowing another inch of Emil's cock in the process. Little Brother flashed an appreciative grin before pulling Zeke's hair, urging him to continue.

I repeated the process until the creamy army of the Apple Emperor besieged Zeke's helpless little hole. I thumped the ginger's tender rosebud with the bowl of my spoon, enjoying Zeke's hungry grunts in response. His hole opened with each tap, beckoning me to fill it. At the same time, his cock spat long strings of liquid lust for me to scoop up with my spoon.

I imagined dripping spaghetti as I twirled the clear, sticky strands around my spoon. I folded the strands into the cobbler as I spread it inward, covering Zeke's hole. I finished before long, rocked back, and sucked on the spoon as I surveyed my work. The flavor delighted my senses.

"Salted caramel, apple, and cinnamon with a kick of ozone. This is so good!"

Zeke slurped off from Emil's organ long enough to giggle. Little Brother piped up, "he really is a hot ginger snack cake!"

"Finger lickin' good, baby!" Zeke wiggled his ass invitingly.

"It's your turn, Baby Boy." I waved a giddy Emil to line up next to Zeke. I repeated the process until two winking holes begged for attention.

Anton set the pace by diving into my ass with a zealous fervor. I transformed my cry of bliss into a rapacious growl as I attacked the cobbler coating Zeke's tender little bud. Simultaneously, I probed into Emil's ass using creamy apple filling as lube.

I devoured the filling in Zeke's ass in short order and drilled my tongue inside his steamy depth. He quivered ecstatically as I pulled on the little red hairs with my lips and teeth. My mouth watered with desperation on contact with his pheromones. I suckled on his tender flesh. I nipped his ass with playful bites, I kissed everything in between. Zeke's hole yielded in time and this signaled me to switch to Emil. I repeated the same process until both lovers propped on their elbows lost in a  trance of drooling bliss. I certainly would have joined them given Anton's skill. He wore my resolve to a frayed thread before I begged him to stop.

"Let's take this someplace more comfortable."

We chose the floor in front of the window wall. We moved ottomans and cushions to the floor while having couch backs available at need.

To my delight there were mirrors to either side of the window wall to maximize the view and increase light. Now we saw expressions and backsides from different vantage points. We wiped off with damp cloths and lubed up for the big event.

I directed Emil to sit back on the couch. I rolled him back until his knees touched the cushions on either side of his head. His long cock dangled within reach and he struck at it like a hungry fish.

"That's it, Baby Boy, suck yourself while I fuck you." I pierced his hole with my commanding cock. "Zeke, you may fuck me but you cannot come until I do."

"My pleasure, mate!" He bent me over Emil's ass and slid home in my core.

"Fuck, you're tight!" He gasped out as he pulled back. I pulled back in synch with him and plunged into Emil as Zeke drilled into me. Anton needed no coaching. He lined up with Zeke and struck home on the sassy ginger's next outstroke. Zeke let everyone know how he felt.

"WHOA!!!" He grunted out as Anton entered him with a cock equal to his brother in length and over a third thicker. "I've taken big boys before but the gent here, he is packin' a whoppa!"

"Good of you to notice." Anton grasped Zeke by the shoulders and took us all on a wild ride.

One, two, three cocks withdrew with the precision of a piston engine. Each rod, different in size, singular in purpose, glistened in the light at the entrance to its respective orifice, throbbing deep red in color with a purple crown. Each pulsed with life, growing thicker and longer by increments, seeming to leap forward restlessly, eager to reclaim its prey. Each stabbed deeply in turn, striking to the core of three lovers, tearing from them cries of animalistic ecstasy.

We increased in pace with rutting passion. The well-timed machine fell into chaos with every demanding thrust. Emil popped off his drooling spike long enough to huff "I'm close!"

"Come for me, Baby Boy." I clutched his hand.

"I hope you're coming soon!" Zeke declared with a pleading upturn at the end.

"Did you have too–?" My train of thought derailed spectacularly as Zeke struck my prostate with the subtlety of Thor's hammer. My body spun up twin climaxes inside a matter of seconds and slammed my system with enough force to steal my breath. I filled Emil to the brim with my creamy essence. My eyes rolled back with every body quaking jolt. My knees dropped from under me causing

Zeke's semen to splatter across my back and hair in long, thick ropes. I heard screams of release beyond my own but I lacked the strength to respond. I collapsed onto Emil's lap and caught my breath.

"Oh, man, I think the train just fucking crashed!" Zeke giggled.

"Want some," Emil offered his deflating erection, still dripping with protein rich, vitamin packed, nutritionally optimized spunk. I latched on and nursed him clean, sucked my load from his sweet, sweaty ass, then we kissed, swapping the creamy loads between us. The others followed Emil's example until we were all kissing and comparing our respective flavors. 

We relocated from there to a shower big enough for all of us. That led to my sucking off Zeke while the brothers took him from both ends. Then Zeke and I traded places. After that we went at it in every conceivable arrangement until I felt utterly drunk on endorphins.

We dried off, ravaged what remained of dinner, and crawled into bed. Zeke was my Boy so I put him to bed in one of the empty rooms instead of joining us in the master bed. He did not expect to stay but I insisted. He preferred to have a big bed to himself anyway, which eased my guilt a bit.

I returned to my princes and flopped down unceremoniously. They worked me between them and wrapped me in their limbs.

"Why do you put up with me?" I asked no one in particular.

"Love." Emil kissed my hair.

"Anton?" I grew worried at his silence.

"I'm not going to feed your insecurity, Chonay. Shut up and go to sleep."

I smiled at that. More when he turned my chin and kissed me with such tenderness that I wept. After that, I curled up inside my cave of Danish sweat and manfunk and went to sleep.

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Author Note: I write in a fantasy world where sexually transmitted diseases do not exist but in the real world, PrEP before you play and glove it before you love it. Carry on gentlemen!