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The Heated Edition, Chapter 4
Monday evening could not come fast enough for me. Rico texted me during my lunch hour and offered to have Trey pick me up at my hotel since he would be busy preparing to host the party. I took Rico up on the offer. Trey was a very handsome, built young guy with a beautiful smile. He would swing by at 5:00.
I had grown up playing sports my whole life, baseball and wrestling both, always comfortable being the athletic one in the room.
Rico had mentioned the party would be jock straps only, no exceptions, and that detail would not leave my mind. Wearing an athletic supporter had always been part of my life. During my college days, jocks were the only underwear I wore to class each day.
However, for most practices and matches I would not wear anything under my wrestling gear. That gave my opponents no extra fabric to grab onto while grappling with me. I also remembered Coach Franco, an attractive Italian man, and the many ways he had shown his approval of that habit.
Being invited to a party built entirely around jock straps felt like fate, honestly. With my past college experiences, this could be quite the evening. I wondered if anything could possibly top the troubling experiences I had already had at the health club on Sunday.
I decided to skip my Monday afternoon business training session. I knew I would not be able to concentrate anyway, so I spent the afternoon lying in the sun near the hotel pool. My suite was poolside, with several large plants providing separation between my suite's patio and the lounging area that surrounded the pool. Knowing Trey would be picking me up that evening made me think about the way he had looked at me the day before, like he could not quite believe what he was seeing.
Trey had already seen me completely undressed on two different occasions, and I was pretty sure he had enjoyed both. First, Trey saw me during my massage with John, and later he watched me in a hot tub scene with Vince and Rico. Each time ended with me shooting an intense load. His beautiful white teeth flashed every time he smiled, and I could still picture his warm bluish-gray eyes taking in my exposed body.
The pool area was nearly empty when I got there, quiet in that strange midday way when the whole place seemed to be holding its breath. Just me, a stack of clean folded towels, and a lifeguard stationed near the deep end. I dropped my bag on a lounger just under his post and ran through the stretching routine my old wrestling coach at Penn used to drill into us before every practice. It was the same sequence I still did out of habit before getting in any pool.
Raising both arms overhead, I arched my back, not meaning to hold it but staying there a beat longer than I strictly needed to. The stretch pulled at every muscle in my frame, and my thin navy thong stretched right along with me. The fabric clung tight over the curve of my package, with the outline of my cock and balls pressing clearly against the skimpy pouch. There was nowhere for any part of me to hide in a suit that small.
Bending at the waist next, palms flat to the concrete, I gave my hamstrings a slow stretch while my navy thong rode up just enough to leave very little to the imagination. The narrow strap disappeared between my cheeks, while my bulge hung heavy and full in the front. All those years catching behind home plate in high school had built real strength in my glutes, on top of the wrestling, and the endless squats I still kept up with had only made them stronger.
When I straightened and rolled my shoulders, I caught him watching. The lifeguard had not moved from his chair, but his sunglasses were angled in my direction, and he was not exactly being subtle about where his attention was focused.
Only then did I really take him in. He was around thirty, with a swimmer's build that filled out his red lifeguard Speedo nicely. Broad shoulders tapered to a lean waist, with lightly defined abs that came from laps rather than a gym routine. The Speedo rode low on his hips, snug enough that the shape of him showed clearly against the fabric even while he sat still in the chair. A deep, even tan covered his skin, the kind you get from spending every day outside. His short dark hair was damp at the edges from the humidity, framing a strong jaw with the start of stubble. Even behind the sunglasses I could tell his eyes had not left me since I walked out to the pool deck.
I kept going through the rest of the routine, reaching across my chest, twisting side to side, bending forward until my fingers brushed my toes. I did not think about which way I was facing until I straightened back up and realized my ass had been on full display toward his chair the whole time. He shifted in his seat. I heard the plastic creak.
I finished the stretching routine without giving much thought to whether any other staff members might be watching. I rolled my hips one last time. I caught his chair in the corner of my eye. He was still watching me. He straightened up, cleared his throat, and pretended to scan the water like he was doing his job.
I walked to the edge and dove in, cutting through the cool water in long, easy strokes until I reached the length of the pool. Even in the water, I could feel his eyes following me.
After a few laps, I pulled myself out and stretched back on the lounger. Water still ran down my chest and legs as I let the sun take over from there. I closed my eyes and allowed my body to relax.
A shadow fell over me a few minutes later, and I opened my eyes to find the beautiful lifeguard standing beside me, a bottle of sunscreen in one hand. Up close, I could finally see him clearly, and he was even better looking than I first thought. His body hair was dark and perfectly kept, a light trail down his chest, more along his legs, just enough under his arms to look natural instead of overdone. A hint of pubic hair peeked out along the waistband of his Speedo, which sat so tight against him that there was no mistaking what he was working with underneath.
"You are going to burn if you lie out like this without anything on," he said. "Want me to get your back?"
I said, "Sure," figuring this was just part of his job, and rolled onto my stomach.
His hands were warm even before the sunscreen touched my skin. He started at my shoulders, spreading the lotion in slow, even circles. His touch felt more like a massage than a quick application. Neither of us said much while he worked. I heard only the sound of his hands moving over me and the occasional soft breath. He took his time along my spine and down to the small of my back. His hands moved lower, smoothing lotion over the curve of my ass and along the backs of my thighs. He made sure he had not missed a single inch, spending more time in places than the task really called for.
I glanced back once and caught his eyes on me. From the look on his face, he was enjoying this.
"Wow, whatever you do to stay in shape really shows," he said quietly, his hands still moving. "I do not see many bodies like yours out here."
I mumbled a response, half embarrassed and unsure what to say.
"Turn over, let me get your front too," he said. "Would hate for you to burn anywhere."
I rolled onto my back, and the lifeguard's eyes dropped immediately to the front of my navy thong, where I was already half hard, a small wet spot beginning to darken the fabric. He did not say a word, but the corner of his mouth curved up as he reached for the lotion again. His hands started at my chest, spreading sunscreen slowly across my pecs, his thumbs grazing over my nipples once, then again, like he was checking to see what that would do. I felt them harden under his touch and let out a small breath.
Without thinking much about what I was doing, I bent my knees slightly and let my legs spread a little wider, giving him more room to work. His hands kept moving lower, working lotion into my abs, then along my hips and thighs. He took his time there too. Starting just above my knee, his palms moved slowly over my skin, stopping each time he reached the edge of the fabric. Then he repeated the same teasing climb on my other leg. I found myself holding my breath each time his hands moved higher, wondering where he would stop. For a moment, his fingers slipped just under the waistband of my suit. Barely an inch. Just enough to cover the last strip of skin before his hand moved away.
I let out a soft moan before I could stop myself, more from surprise than anything.
"Sensitive there, huh," he said, more statement than question, a small smirk forming at one corner of his mouth. He held my gaze the whole time.
I looked away for a second, feeling my face grow warm.
"Pretty sure that covers everything," he said after a moment, though his hands drifted back over one hip anyway, like he was checking a spot he had already covered twice. By the time he finally stepped away, there was no hiding how aroused I had become beneath the thin navy thong. I blamed the heat of the sun and his hands working over me.
He capped the bottle and looked at me longer than I expected, a warm smirk spreading across his face. "I am certainly going to enjoy the view from my chair," he said, nodding back toward his post before turning and walking away.
Even after he returned to his chair, I could still feel the warmth of his hands on my skin. The slow circles across my back, the way his palms had traveled over my hips and thighs, and those teasing passes near the edge of my thong stayed with me as I stretched out in the sun. I kept my eyes closed most of the time, but I could sense him watching from his chair whenever I shifted or stretched an arm over my head. There was something about knowing he was still up there, still looking, that made the sun feel warmer against my skin. Every so often I would catch the faint creak of his chair or the sound of him clearing his throat, small proof he had not looked away.
When I finally glanced at my phone, I was surprised to see how late it was. I climbed off the lounger, gathered my things, and headed back toward my suite to get ready for Trey. I gave a nod toward the lifeguard, and he gave me a smirk back.
On the way to my room, I wondered what being alone together would be like after yesterday's troubles. I thought I would try to stay relaxed and act like nothing had happened at the health club. However, what I did not know was that Trey had more than a car ride planned before we left for Rico's home.
When I stepped back into my room, I glanced at the clock. It was already 4:55. Trey would be there in five minutes. I wanted some outside air to keep the room fresh, so I left the patio door open and closed only the screen. With only a few minutes to spare, I stepped into the shower to clean off the suntan oil. Afterward, I pulled on a skimpy purple mesh thong when I heard a soft tap on the door. Catching my reflection in the mirror for just a second, I noticed how full the front pouch sat and how little the back left covered. There was no time to think about changing into something else. I grabbed a white terry towel off the bathroom hook and tossed the towel over one shoulder on my way across the room.
When I opened the door, Trey was standing there in a fitted white tank top that clung to every line of his chest. The shirt was so thin that little was left to the imagination. His dark shorts did nothing to hide how well built he was underneath. He had sandy brown hair and bluish-gray eyes, with a compact athlete's frame, thick shoulders, and a trim waist.
His hair was still damp, like he had rushed through his own shower to get here on time. His eyes traveled slowly over me, starting at my bare feet and working their way up, lingering on the tiny thong that barely covered anything before reaching my face. For a second, he stood there in the doorway without saying a word, that same beautiful smile spreading across his face.
"Damn, Brad," he finally said, almost to himself. "You answer the door like that for everybody?"
I stepped back to let him in, still not quite sure what to say. "Do you want to come in for a second? I still have not decided what to wear," I said, my voice calmer than I felt.
Trey's eyes moved past me toward the sofa before I had even finished speaking. "I could help you pick something out," he said, stepping further into the room, close enough that his arm brushed mine. I caught the clean smell of his body wash mixed with something warmer, all man, young and eager. His attention returned to my tiny thong.
Trey was clearly excited and left the door open behind him. Just then, I noticed the bellboy walking by, and he caught sight of me. I smiled nervously at the handsome college-aged young man in his sharp black suit as he slowed his steps to check me out in my thong. The bellboy whistled and winked before I finally got the door shut.
I told Trey he certainly looked like an athlete in his outfit for the party.
"You are one to talk," Trey said, stepping in a little closer than the conversation really called for. His eyes moved back over my chest, like he was taking inventory. "I have watched a lot of guys walk through that gym. Not many look like you do."
I could feel my face getting warm. "I am sure you say that to a lot of guests."
"Nah." He shook his head, still not backing up. "Only the ones worth saying it to."
He surprised me by saying that Rico had told him I used to wrestle. Trey smiled and said he liked knowing we were both former college athletes. He then shared that he had played shortstop in college and that his team had made it to the College World Series his senior year.
I had laid out four jocks on the sofa to choose from for the evening. As I showed them to Trey, he moved his body close behind me, close enough that I could feel the heat of his youthful body pressing through the thin fabric between us. His manly scent and the soft touch of his fingers on my hips made me even more excited in my little outfit. He let his fingertips trail slowly this time down over one hip bone, along the crease of my thigh, before drifting back up to hook lightly around the thin waistband of my thong. He twisted the fabric gently between two fingers, tugging just enough that I felt the shift against my skin, never quite pulling the thong away, just playing with the idea.
"You are warm," I said.
"Only around guys I like," he said quietly, his chest brushing my back with every breath, his mouth close enough to my ear that I felt the words more than heard them, his fingers still twisting slowly at my waistband. "You feel that? You are the one doing that to me."
I did not answer because I did not trust my own voice right then.
Before I could say anything else, there was another knock on the door.
I was not sure if I was happy to break away from the moment, but I made my way to the door to see who else was stopping by.
With each step across the room, I felt Trey's eyes on my body. This handsome young athlete was doing a number on me, and my cock was getting hard in my now wet, transparent thong.
When I opened the door, I was met again by the handsome bellboy. He introduced himself as Blake and explained that he had been asked to change the light bulbs in the bathrooms of the first-floor rooms that evening. He apologized for the inconvenience and offered to come back later if I wished. As he spoke, I noticed his eyes move past me toward Trey. For just a second, the two seemed to recognize each other. I did not give it much thought.
I could not possibly tell this handsome guy to come back later. His hotel uniform only made him more attractive. I told him now was fine if he wanted to go ahead and change the bulbs.
Blake brushed against my chest as he entered the room, giving another soft whistle on his way to the bathroom. Before going in, he turned toward Trey. "Hi," he said with a quick wink before tilting his head in my direction.
With Blake getting settled, Trey offered to help me pick out a jock again. I remembered buying the jocks at a men's erotic clothing store during my trip to Philly the month before. The first was a red mesh, ultra-low-rise jock that sat so far down my hips it barely counted as covering anything. The second was a camouflage mesh jock. The third was a sheer white jock, thin enough to see straight through when stretched. The fourth was a yellow Lycra thong jock, sheer enough in front to leave just as little hidden.
Trey picked up each jock, rubbing the fabric between his fingers as he studied the choices. I had the feeling he was imagining how I would look in each one as he stretched them back and forth. He held the camouflage one up against my hip without asking, comparing the color to my skin, his knuckles brushing my waist. All that attention had my cock fully hard by now. Trey noticed the effect he was having on me. This handsome baseball athlete was becoming almost too much for me to handle.
By that point, I really did not care which jock I ended up wearing. However, Trey finally narrowed his choices to two, the camouflage mesh and the yellow Lycra thong.
I guess either one would do, I thought.
Trey asked if I would mind trying both on, since we had plenty of time before the party started.
I hesitated, knowing my erection was stretching the purple thong as far as the fabric could go without ripping. But there was no turning back now. Trey's eyes stayed fixed on the front of my thong. A large damp spot had spread across the stretched pouch from the precum leaking out of my cock. He stared at that spot longer than he needed to, and I watched him swallow.
I slipped off the thong and handed it to Trey while he passed me the camouflage mesh jock. When our hands touched, I felt his athletic warmth again as our fingers stayed together a little longer. As I tried on the jock, our eyes met and held for a moment longer than I expected. Trey raised his eyebrows and gave me a playful grin.
Then, wanting to raise the stakes, Trey said he needed another opinion before deciding which one I should wear. Without giving me a chance to respond, he headed straight into the bathroom to ask Blake what he thought. I could hear the two of them talking quietly, then a laugh, then a pause that told me they were discussing more than fabric. After Trey filled Blake in, they came out of the bathroom wearing matching smirks. All I could think about was how I had gotten myself into another troubling situation, standing almost naked in front of two fully clothed men.
I turned from side to side to check the fit and studied myself in the room's floor-to-ceiling mirror.
Trey approached and put his hands on my hips to stretch the fabric. His palms moved slowly across the waistband, letting his fingers trace the seam where the fabric met my skin.
After several moments, Trey lowered the front pouch. My cock soared free toward my abs, fat and heavy already. A thick bead of precum sat at the tip, catching the light from the window.
Clearly enjoying the scene, Blake pulled a chair closer and sat about a foot in front of me for Trey's little "fashion show." He had striking short black curls, clean-cut sideburns, and a trimmed goatee under his lower lip. Even in his uniform jacket, I could see his young athletic build, broad through the chest with strong forearms that filled out his sleeves. He settled back in the chair, one hand resting on his thigh as he studied me with a confidence that made me feel even more exposed. Somehow, these two younger athletes were making me forget that I was supposed to be getting dressed.
"Turn around," Blake said. "Let us see the back."
I slowly turned and gave them a full view. Blake's eyes moved over my ass while Trey hooked two fingers into the back of the jock without asking, moving the fabric aside just enough to expose my hole. I was still a little sensitive from Rico's attention the day before, a reminder of everything that had happened at the health club.
"Damn," Blake breathed, leaning forward in the chair. "Look at that ass."
I watched the two of them finish checking out the first jock. Blake took over, lowering the jock down my legs himself, his fingers brushing against my skin the entire way. He paused at my knees to admire my calves before letting the jock drop to the floor. My cock sprang free directly in front of his face. He moaned as a fresh drop of precum landed warm against his cheek, and he caught it with his tongue before it could fall.
Trey laughed softly as his eyes moved over my naked body. I stood completely exposed between the two men, my cock dripping in front of me.
What was I to do?
Trey stood there in his thin tank top and shorts while Blake remained in his sharp black hotel jacket, his tie still knotted at his throat. Neither of them had undone a single button. Something about that difference, being stripped down to nothing while they stood there dressed and appeared to be turned on, was getting to me. I was entirely theirs to look at. Displayed. For a moment, I felt like a naked stripper in an all-male club, with every eye on me.
Blake stood and circled behind me, his fingertips lightly tracing over my shoulder blade, down my spine, and over the curve of my ass. He seemed determined to explore every inch of me. He pressed one palm flat against my lower back, and I arched into his touch without thinking. I moaned softly.
"Just like that," Blake said close to my ear, his cologne filling the space between us. "Let us hear you."
Trey moved in front, his hands finding my chest, thumbs circling slowly over my nipples. His mouth found my neck, kissing and licking in a lazy trail up toward my jaw. I moaned again, louder this time. I reached for their arms and shoulders, needing something to hold onto.
"You like being the only one naked in this room, Brad?" Trey said against my throat.
I did not know how to answer. Part of me wanted to cover myself, while another part wondered why I enjoyed their attention so much.
Once the jock was fully off, Trey surprised me by taking my cock in his hand and gently stroking me. Precum continued to ooze from the head, stretching in a thin string onto Trey's fingers before breaking.
Behind me, Blake moved his hands from my waist, one settling on my ass while the other continued lower. Two fingers moved through the cleft, finding my hole and circling it, teasing, without pushing in. He kept exploring, learning the shape while my whole body reacted to the attention from both of them.
"Fuck, he is so responsive," Blake said to Trey instead of me. "Listen to him."
The sounds kept coming out of me no matter how hard I tried to hold them back. There was something about being exposed and admired while Trey and Blake remained fully dressed that made my body respond in ways I had not expected. I was completely caught up in everything they were doing to me. Trey lifted my left arm so he could focus on my armpit. For the moment, I was all his.
As Trey kissed and licked a path from my armpit down to my nipples, he said, "You are gorgeous, Brad. Your body tastes so sweet."
Blake pulled his hand away and moved around in front of me, dropping to his knees. Trey's eager fingers kept exploring my body while Blake took my cock and guided it to his mouth, placing small, teasing kisses across the head and along the slit. Then he let his lips slide down an inch, then another, slowly adjusting to the size of me. I felt like they were taking me to heaven, and I did not know how much more of their attention I could take.
As Blake worked my cock with his mouth below, Trey moved his face in front of mine. He whispered about how hot this was and how happy they both were to have me all to themselves. He told me he had fantasized about this moment, about finally getting the chance to explore every inch of me. Then he kissed me, drawing my tongue against his so I could taste him in return. We traded spit and moaned together.
"Damn," Trey said.
Blake released my aching cock and sat back on his heels to admire my body, his hand continuing to stroke me. He ran his flat palm up my abs and over my chest, his thumb brushing one nipple until it went hard under his touch. A soft moan escaped me before I could stop it.
Blake looked up at us. "Who would not want to touch you? Your skin is so soft, and that tan looks beautiful all over you."
I could tell Blake loved tracing the vein along my hard cock. He took his time, his thumb circling around the head every time he reached the top, drawing out a fresh bead of precum just to watch it form.
Trey broke our kiss and moved behind me. He spread my cheeks with his hands and started licking the inside of my crack, taking his time until I could barely stay still.
"Fuck, Brad, we have not had anyone as hot as you in the gym for a long time," Trey said. "Everyone was in awe watching you strut around the place yesterday."
Trey continued working my hole with his tongue while Blake went back to sucking my cock. This time Blake did not hold back, taking me deeper, his throat working around me until I felt the very back of his throat against the head of my cock. Between the two of them, I could barely focus.
"Jeez, I could work your hole for hours," Trey shouted. "This is one hot ass that my cock is going to love to fuck."
I told them I was close. Trey laughed softly and pushed his tongue deeper, becoming more insistent. Blake eased back just enough to keep me right on the edge without letting me fall. His hand replaced his mouth, gripping the base of my cock tight enough to hold me there, right on that line, for what felt like minutes. His other hand treated my balls like velvet, gently lifting and rolling them in his palm.
Trey continued to tongue fuck my ass with the confidence of someone who had done this before. He knew exactly how to make me feel special. Blake took a small brown bottle from his jacket pocket, removed the cap, and held the bottle under my nose.
"Take a hit," he said. "Trust me."
I did, and the warmth came fast, every nerve in my body wide open. Blake used his hands on my balls and inner thighs while Trey rubbed my upper back. With both men working over me and the poppers still buzzing, I felt helpless, entirely at their mercy.
Our words and moans must have carried outside, because through the patio screen door I caught sight of the lifeguard standing just outside. He was still dressed only in his red lifeguard Speedo, his bulge thick against the tight fabric. He stood there quietly watching, one hand on the front of his Speedo, his eyes locked on the three of us tangled together.
Blake caught sight of him first, glancing up mid-stroke, and instead of stopping he grinned and waved him closer.
"Chase, do not just stand there," Blake called out. "Get in here and show Brad how much we appreciate him staying at our hotel."
Chase did not need to be told twice. He slid the screen door open the rest of the way and stepped inside. His Speedo did absolutely nothing to hide how worked up he already was from everything he had seen. The outline of him was thick and obvious against the tight red fabric. The suit looked a size too small everywhere, hugging him tightly with the top of his cleft peeking above the back waistband.
I could not believe that the lifeguard who had rubbed sunscreen over my body only a few hours earlier was now standing in my hotel room.
Trey looked up, surprised for half a second, then laughed and made room. Chase leaned in and gave me a light kiss, whispering how hot the whole scene was before glancing down at the action around me. His fingers came up to gently tease one of my nipples. Then his other hand found my hip, and he drew me back against his chest, his lips finding my ear instead of my mouth.
With Chase pressed against my back, I glanced toward Blake. The way Blake had called him by name told me they already knew each other. I was beginning to wonder if those bathroom light bulbs had ever been the real reason for Blake's visit.
"Man, I could not stop thinking about you since you first walked out to the pool this afternoon," he said quietly. "I watched you swim your laps and then stretch out on that lounge chair."
His mouth moved down the side of my neck, slow, open, wet. His hand slid down my stomach and wrapped around my cock, right where Blake had left off. His grip was firmer than Blake's. He clearly knew what he was doing. He stroked me in long, full pulls, base to tip, while his other hand kept lightly playing with my chest.
"Looking at the four of us, there is no doubt the right guy is the one naked for us, boys," said Chase.
He kissed me, and I slid my tongue into his mouth, tasting that same bubble gum sweetness. My legs were starting to go weak, so Chase tightened the arm already around me and helped hold me up.
Trey came back up from my ass to watch, and Blake leaned forward again. For a moment the three of them just looked at me, spread open and held up only by Chase's arm, like they were deciding who would make me cum.
"I want to watch him go," Trey said, breathless. "I want to see his face."
Chase turned me slightly so the other two could see, his thumb dragging slowly over the head with every stroke now. Blake dropped to his knees directly in front of me, while Trey remained behind us.
I could not hold out much longer. Chase kissed me as he continued stroking me, and I moaned into his mouth just before my first gush of cum came. The pleasure was so intense. My cum kept coming, shot after shot, my whole body reacting in Chase's arms. Blake caught what he could in his mouth while Trey groaned behind me like he could feel it too.
After the last shot, Chase kept his hand wrapped around my hard cock for several more seconds. Blake stayed on his knees in front of me, making sure he had caught all that he could. Then he stood and moved in to join Chase and me in a kiss.
Trey came up behind me and became part of our kiss. For a moment, the four of us stood there tangled together, mouths and hands everywhere, nobody in a hurry to stop.
But Trey was not done. I could feel him hard against my hip through his shorts. When he finally broke away from the kiss, his expression changed. There was something more determined in his eyes now.
"I am not done with you," he said, smirking, guiding me toward the edge of the bed with a firm hand between my shoulder blades. "Get on your knees for me, Brad."
I went willingly, my body still charged from the release, and climbed onto the mattress. Trey guided my knees wide apart, more of a frog-leg spread than a simple kneel, until my chest sank down toward the sheets and my ass rose high behind me, completely open to him.
Blake and Chase were already moving. Chase slipped out of his red Speedo while Blake finally began stripping off the hotel uniform he had worn through the entire show. Soon the three of them were completely naked. I stayed between them, the only one who had already cum. Blake grabbed his phone from the pile of clothes and snapped a couple of quick shots before tossing the phone onto the bed.
"Gotta remember this one," he said, grinning.
Trey lined himself up behind me, one hand on my hip, and pushed forward slowly, giving me time to adjust to the stretch of him. I moaned into the mattress, my body still sensitive. Every inch of him brought another wave of pleasure on top of what I was already feeling.
"There you go," Trey said, his hips finding a smooth rhythm. "Your moist hole feels incredible."
Blake circled to the front of the bed and guided my head up gently by the chin. His cock was hard, flushed and ready. I opened for him without needing to be asked, taking him in slowly while Trey kept working behind me. Chase knelt beside Blake, stroking himself as he waited his turn and watched the whole scene with open hunger.
"Switch off," Trey said between thrusts, glancing up at the other two. "Take turns with him."
Blake pulled back to let Chase take his place, and I turned my attention to him instead. Chase's hips pressed forward as he fed himself into my mouth, groaning at the feeling. Blake stayed close, stroking himself, his free hand tangled in my hair, guiding without forcing, just enjoying the moment.
I was full in both directions, with Trey buried deep and setting the pace, Chase filling my mouth while Blake stayed close beside us. Every part of my body felt claimed and used, exactly how these three men wanted me. My moans were muffled around Chase's cock, vibrating through him. He groaned in response and tightened his grip in my hair.
"Fuck, look at him taking all three of us," Blake said, watching everything happen in front of him.
Trey's pace picked up, his hips driving harder. The sound of skin against skin filled the room along with our combined moans. He reached forward and held my shoulder, using the leverage to push deeper. I pushed back to meet him, wanting every inch and all the attention these men were giving me.
Chase pulled back, breathing hard. Blake moved in front of me again with a satisfied groan, his hand cradling the back of my head. With the two of them trading off and Trey never slowing behind me, I lost track of everything except the feeling building inside me.
Trey's rhythm grew more urgent, his fingers gripping my hips. Blake leaned in and held the small brown bottle under my nose without asking. "One more," he said. "You are going to want this one too."
I took the hit, and the effect was even stronger than before, the whole room turning warm and loose around me. Every movement sent another pulse through my body, and I could feel my own cock getting hard again.
"Damn, Brad, you take me so well," Trey groaned. "I am not going to last much longer."
"Neither am I," Blake said from above me, his hips rocking into my mouth, his grip in my hair tightening.
Chase knelt beside us, stroking himself slowly, watching Trey behind me. "I love watching him take all three of us," he said.
Blake pulled back from my mouth, stroking himself fast now. Within moments he came across my lips and chin. He stayed there for several seconds, breathing hard as he looked down at me.
"Fuck," he breathed, easing back to make room.
Chase moved in immediately and took Blake's place, sliding back into my mouth with quick thrusts. Behind me, Trey's rhythm had changed, his hands gripping my hips as his breathing quickened.
"I am close," Trey said. "I cannot hold back much longer, Brad."
I pushed back against him hard, wanting to feel all of him as he lost control. With a loud groan, he drove into me one final time and stayed there as his release took over. The intensity had me moaning around Chase's cock, still buried in my mouth.
That moan pushed Chase over the edge. He pulled back at the last second and came across my face and chest. His body tightened for several seconds before he relaxed in front of me.
For a moment, none of us moved. Trey stayed close behind me, his chest against my back, one hand gently rubbing my hip as our bodies relaxed. Blake and Chase remained in front, staring at me like they could not quite believe what had just happened.
"Look at you," Blake finally said, reaching out and gently wiping his thumb across my cheek. "Absolutely covered."
Trey stepped back and helped me stand, then drew me into his arms. He kissed me deeply, like the other two were not even in the room anymore.
"That was incredible," he whispered.
I could only nod, still catching my breath as the tension slowly left my body.
As the four of us started getting dressed, I kept thinking about all the clues I had missed. Had Trey known Blake and Chase all along?
"Trey, thanks for the heads-up about Brad," Blake said with a grin. "Those bathroom light bulbs could have waited."
So that was Trey's little plan.
"And I thought rubbing sunscreen all over you was going to be the highlight of my day," Chase said, smiling. "Boy, was I wrong about that."
"Fuck, boys! That was one hell of a warm-up," Trey said, laughing.
After everything that had happened, the three of them still had not forgotten the reason for our little fashion show. They agreed the yellow thong jock was the clear winner. With plenty of hands helping me get dressed, I stayed hard and left my room grinning.
Chase held onto my hand a moment longer than the others before letting go. I smiled at him, surprised by how much I liked that small gesture.
"Have fun at that party," he said with that same knowing look on his face. "I hear it gets wild in Rico's attic. If you need another round afterward, you know where to find me."
Trey opened the car door for me, still grinning like his secret plan had worked perfectly. As I settled into the seat, the thin yellow thong jock put my bare ass directly against the cool leather.
"Is my cum still leaking out of that moist hole?" Trey asked with a smirk as he pulled out of the parking ramp.
I laughed and told him I could not say for sure. He shook his head and glanced over at me before returning his attention to the road. Then he said the evening was only going to get hotter from here.
I glanced down at the yellow thong. The transparent fabric left nothing hidden, and I smiled to myself. If this was just the warm-up, I wondered what kind of surprise Rico's party would bring next.
Apparently, trouble looked good on me.
Author is Brad
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